[March 24-25, 2024: Unwanted dinner guest who despite being declined politely multiple times still ends up getting his way.]

⚜️ TW: My Mikaelsons are a ✨️ problem ✨️ and don't play nice at all. Death, sex, blood, violence, manipulation, and dark themes will probably be present. I don't condone any of the actions taken by these vampires, I'm just recording them. For science.

Shifting Notes:

Whelp, I lasted all of a few hours in my DR without running into an Original. 😅 What a record! For now, this DR is running on a few scripts outlined in [this post here] but seems to have a mind of its own. Which is probably a commentary on me, tbh. This trip threw me an interesting curveball. I'm still trying to corkboard strategize my next move like-

Astrological Timing: (Partial) lunar eclipse in Libra. An excellent time for shifting due to an eclipse's liminal, portal energy. This shift definitely was a memorable one; was incredibly vivid, detailed and crystal clear.

⚜️ I re-enter DR at the exact moment that Elena gives Caroline (then me) the "who is this person??" look. Embarrassed, I rub the back of my neck and respond with: 'I'm new to hearing pretty much everything about Mystic Falls. This is my first day in town. I'm still kinda acclimating, haha!' 😅 A huge lie but telling the truth right now would cause more problems. That's a conversation for a later day...

⚜️ Elena says: 'Oh', as if a great tragedy has befallen me. Caroline reacts the opposite & exclaims brightly, 'Well, welcome to Mystic Falls!'. Then, immediately tries to get me to buy a raffle ticket/s in her next breath. 'You should celebrate it by buying a line of raffle tickets!!". Elena turns to Caroline, chastising her for what I guess (??) Elena considers to be rude behavior & Caroline blows it off with no remorse when she says, 'What, Elena? It's for a good cause!'. I can see in Caroline's face that she truly believes that.

⚜️ Elena turns to me and tries to rectify the situation by saying, 'You can get like 2, that's what everyone usually buys. Or you can give a dollar to the tip jar if you don't have 20$ to spend'. Elena is trying to alleviate the weight of Caroline's "you will spend your money for this fundraiser" stare that is focused on me. I am not sure if Elena is doing this out of care and kindness or if she's just embarrassed by Caroline. It's probably the latter option.

⚜️ I decide that donating to the fundraiser is the right thing to do in this situation. 'No, no. It's cool!' I say while digging through my bag for my wallet, 'I'll buy a line for 20$.' Caroline almost literally sparkles at this response and claps her hands together, exclaiming 'YAY!!!' as if the team she's cheering for has scored a goal. Meanwhile, Elena is just...looking at me. She's got this expression on her face like she's trying to place where I come from or is surprised/shocked by something. Is it that I bought the 20$ line of tickets??? Either way, her intrigue makes me nervous. She is Elena, after all...

⚜️ In fact, Elena is so absorbed in whatever it is that she's trying to figure out that Care has to nudge her out of her focused trance. 'Uh. Elena, the tickets...?' Caroline says. The brunette blinks, shaking off the shock, and begins to size up the line of tickets from the roll placed on the table. 'Right, uh. And what name should I put on the tickets?' Elena asks me while I'm handing Caroline a 20$.

Observation: I'm super suspicious of Elena's behavior right now. My DR is going off-script again and I have no clue what ramifications this interaction is going to have in the future. 😅 Also it's Elena. The main character. Who has doppelganger plot armor. I'm uh...having my guard up on this one.

⚜️ 'Zoey', I answer immediately, then follow with my last name of St. Claire...and tack on the "Webb" reluctantly at the end. 'That's my father's name, though', I re-amend, feeling Z go through a gut twist at this moment. Elena begins marking each ticket (with my initials) using a thick, black sharpie. She hands them to me as soon as the job is done and I thank her for it. Z asks them what their names are just in case there's more causes to donate to while I continue to study Elena's face for any possible clues on what the fuck has got her so spooked.

⚜️ Caroline immediately introduces herself. Elena follows suit afterward but seems a bit more subdued about it. Almost...reluctant. I say that it's nice to meet them both & maybe I'll "catch you guys around". I quickly take the conversational out, wave goodbye to Elena and Caroline. Then, walk away as quickly as possible because I can feel the anxiety rising up in my chest.

Observation: I've tried to script out my social anxiety a bunch of times (and maybe I'm just a terrible, untalented shifter) but no matter how many times I've reaffirmed the idea that "I am a social butterfly", my DR is like 🤣 no, bitch. you ain't tho. 💅

⚜️ Walking through the Mystic Falls Square is an overwhelming task to the senses. I can see and smell and hear things happening all over the place. There's a bunch of kids and a golden retriever playing soccer, their parents watch them play from their spots on laid out picnic blankets and quilts. Drinking beer and eating or checking their phones. A vendor in a red and white pinstriped uniform is making cotton candy at a portable stall. He expertly whips up a cone of pink, edible, sugar-spun cloud and gives it to a child accompanied by her mother. I hear a brass band start playing. Their conductor is waving his wand in sharp, excited motions. They're standing in front of the monument in the middle of the square. I lose focus as I listen to them play.

⚜️ So distracted, I accidentally run straight into a middle-aged woman sporting a Karen bob, a Louis Vouitton handbag, and a rather goofy glass of beer. The kind you'd buy as a gag at Disneyland or Sea World or Six Flags. Her drink spills all over me. A little splashes onto her hand bag. Immediately, the woman gets ANGRY as hell. She starts to yell at me, 'Excuse you?! That was a Lois Vouitton that you just ruined! Do you know how much that cost me?!'. (I don't actually, I'm not a fashion brands kind of person) Just as this woman is about to explode into a fit of rage, someone interrupts her...

⚜️ Mrs. Lockwood!! 😲 She strolls right out of the crowd, immediately commanding the Karen's respect by addressing the woman by her first & last name as if she made it her job to know every (living) person within Mystic Falls. I would've paid attention to what she'd called the woman if it were not for the man standing in attendance besides her... Elijah Mikaelson. My heart instantly drops into my stomach at the sight of him.

⚜️ Mrs. Lockwood asks the woman if 'there was a problem??' while Elijah pulls out a silk handkerchief and offers it to me as I've been trying/failing to dry myself off. It's a white & black handkerchief with his initials stitched elegantly into it with obsidian black thread. Elijah gives me an encouraging smile when I decline his offer and politely replies, "I insist," so I end up taking it. I wipe my face. Almost like I'm trying to wipe the disbelief from it as well.

Observation: He just rolled right up without any warning! I wasn't prepared for this and in fact, my DR is going SO off-script right now! I had tried to plan a quiet entrance into the Grill for my first day in Mystic Falls. Instead, I got a beer festival and hitting every branch on the main character tree! And this is only a few hours into my first day in town.

⚜️ In Elijah's presence, I feel weird... Almost like someone turned on a motor in my brain. There's a thrumming inside my chest and in my gut. It's electric. At the same time, it's a bit disconcerting. Z senses it. She gives the looming Elijah a weird look for it, too. At this point, I can't tell if it's my shock, Z's vampire hunting genes, or a combo of both that has us all tongue-tied in the Original's presence.

⚜️ Mrs. Lockwood's voice cuts in, shaking me (and my DR-self) out of our stupor. The Mayor is reassuring the outraged Karen that she's sure my colliding into her was just an honest accident. 'After all,' Mrs. Lockwood adds, 'Ms. Webb comes from a good family. I knew her father when she was small. Isn't that right, Zoey?'. Mrs. Lockwood beams at me with a kind of pride that I can't place or understand...

Observation: ...Especially considering that my scripted backstory included William W being more of a priah than anything else in Mystic Falls. I guess that's another 🚫 from my DR, lol.

⚜️ A wave of embarrassment comes over Z. I hear her chuckle and say, 'That was so long ago, Mrs. L. I'm surprised you remember me, haha...' and try to play it off casually. Mrs. L replies with a cheerful smile, 'Ohhh, it wasn't so long ago~' I think I might've inadvertently made her uncomfortable about her age? She seems pretty damn smitten with Elijah right now. Mrs. L turns to the Karen and gives the woman a dismissive, cold glare. 'Speaking of costs, let's talk later about your Garden Club membership, shall we??? You've been late on your club tributes despite the extension I've given you-'. The Karen looks mortified and is now apologizing to both Mrs. Lockwood and me. She slinks off immediately afterward like a banished demon.

⚜️ Meanwhile, I've been focusing on wiping the beer off and not paying attention to the Original who is standing mere inches away from me. Mrs. Lockwood turns to me after the Karen has left our presence & welcomes me back to Mystic Falls, then apologizes for that woman's behavior/the loss of my father. Z gets super awkward about this. She replies with a stumbling: 'It's alright. Weelllll, it's not alright. One of them is alright, one isn't. And I'm pretty sure I'm the one who ran into her. So, it's my fault-".

⚜️ Elijah interrupts Zoey. He says, 'I'm quite positive it was the other way around'. Z and I simultaneously glance at the vampire, tilting our head to the side.

Observation: Was he watching me? For how long was he watching me?? I didn't notice it at all. Was he the weird feeling I got when I'd first gotten off the bus?

⚜️ Mrs. Lockwood clicks into place, realizing that Elijah was just standing there without a proper introduction. She rectifies this almost immediately by saying, 'Ahh! Ms. Webb, this is my friend, Mr. Elijah Mikaelson. He's from the Historic Society in New Orleans'. Mrs. L smiles widely, seemingly quite pleased with herself. Elijah extends his hand to me as he replies, 'Yes, I'm here to study the history of Mystic Falls. Fascinating little town you have here...wouldn't you agree??'. He's responding to Mrs. Lockwood but staring directly at me. In this moment, to save face, I have to shake his hand. But inside Z, I'm like 😬 the whole time.

⚜️ Mrs. Lockwood puffs with pride at Elijah Mikaelson's comment. Z & I are unified when we weakly agree. Mrs. L asks how I'm doing, if I'm settling in, and whether or not the trip here went smoothly. I take over the dialogue for Z and say that the bus trip was relatively smooth but super long. And that handling all the property business is a bit overwhelming but at least I have Mr. Pogue and my father's lawyers to help me out. 'So things should be evening out soon!' Z adds in optimistically. I blink. I didn't think she was going to pipe up. Like before, I try to dip out of conversation & continue on my way to the Grill. 'Well, it was nice seeing you again, Mrs. Lockwood, but I don't want to keep you from anything...'

⚜️ 'Nonsense!' The Mayor exclaims, 'I always have time for a daughter of Mystic Falls.' But ironically, the moment those words leave her lips, Mrs. L sneaks a peek at her wristwatch and does a doubletake. She yelps, 'Ahh! The ribbon cutting!' & apologizes about speaking too soon. Mrs. Lockwood turns to Elijah and suggests that: 'Perhaps you & Mr. Mikaelson could get to know each other' in her absence and then tells Elijah that the Webbs are one of the more notable, famous families of the town. Elijah raises an eyebrow at me while I feel like I wanna evaporate into the cement. Mrs. Lockwood continues, oblivious, 'Maybe you can tell him some stories about Will and your ancestors?'.

⚜️ I try to say that I don't know much about my father/ancestors but Mrs. Lockwood has already power-walked away. I see her raising her hand up, calling someone over to her. I'm pretty sure it was "Linda" or "Leslie." It makes sense if it was Caroline's mother. But I'm not sure. Honestly? I was waaaaay more focused on the looming threat of Elijah who is staring (LOUDLY) at me.

⚜️ 'Webb...?' Elijah muses to himself aloud in a sultry purr (that I wish did not sound as hot as it did) then gazes at me more attentively. As if he's realized something. Then, a whole new expression comes over his face. Intrigue & curiosity. He asks me, 'Is that any relation to the Webbs of New Orleans?' in a polite yet unsettlingly interested way. I try to brush the question off lightly by giving him a shrug. 'I think? I'm not sure on the details. We were... Uh, textile merchants??? Or something way back in the when ago. Who can remember?' I laugh but it's strained. Z's heart is racing.

⚜️ That strange, surging, electric thrum hits me again. Only this time, it's much stronger than before. Again, I try to separate myself from the awkwardness by telling Elijah that I really gotta start heading out to get dinner & that it was a pleasure to meet him. I say this just as politely as he does, matching energy. But Elijah is one step ahead of me and keeps the conversation alive by suggesting that we get dinner together. His treat. And that he'd love the company. 🫠 I attempt to decline his offer again by saying that I couldn't possibly bother him on our first meeting by making a perfect stranger like him pay the bill. But he just smiles, replying with a wave of his hand, 'Oh, it would be my pleasure to treat you.' He follows that by telling me to consider it "fair payment" for my family's stories. He is, after all, researching Mystic Falls. Great. He's not going to let this one go...

⚜️ Z doesn't know how to respond to Elijah. I step in for her, lying directly to his face when I tell him to prepare for disappointment. And that 'I'm not well-versed in any of the Webb family's history'. I mention to Elijah that my dad didn't tell me much when he was alive. It was kind of his thing. Elijah chuckles. 'That's not an issue, Ms. Webb. I'd be happy to hear everything you do know; no matter how tiny or miniscule it is,' Elijah says with a refined & effortless politeness that is really getting on my nerves right now.

⚜️ I roll my eyes. I feel Zoey follow suit. She has the same opinion as me on this. As one, we both tell Elijah: 'don't blame me if the info you get isn't much' and that William kept his mysteries to himself. Even up to his very last days... Elijah just nods, unconcerned by this, and mentions to Z that he's known the type before and not to worry. Zoey softens at that comment while I'm shrieking loudly inside of her. I feel her smile at him and cheekily ask if that's an official deal. Elijah nods in response to this. 'Consider it a sealed deal, Ms. Webb. I'm interested nonetheless.'

⚜️ At this point, I feel my CR body flash the engine checklight, telling me that it's time to return back or suffer the consequences. And unless I want to permashift right now, I need to leave this scenario to play out for another trip. I catch a few after images when I get to my CR of Elijah Mikaelson gesturing for Z to follow him through the Square towards what I imagine will be the Mystic Grill. But my DR has tricked me before so who knows??? The next few days after this shift, I spent fully in blob mode. Like I had done a 6 day workout all condensed into 2 hours.

Side Note: The outfits I observed during this shift because now I'm noticing fashion...

Elijah Mikaelson: Robin's egg blue, button down work shirt with button-up sleeves & black work slacks, black leather shoes. I'm pretty sure they were Italian leather.

Elena Gilbert: Maroon/wine-colored tank top, black camisole. Dark red long sleeved hoodie with zippers on the ends. Skinny jeans & worn-out converse shoes. Silver locket with garnet stone embedded into it. Basically her outfit during S1, E10.

Caroline Forbes: White lace camisole with baby pink, baby doll shirt. Sleeves are cut to her mid-arms, exposing her wrists, and showing off her silver, charm bracelet. Short denim skirt & cute pink pumps. Her star tattoo can be seen. She's wearing a pair of star earrings and has silver glitter mascara on.

Mrs. Lockwood: Silk, woman's business shirt that's cream colored. Beige pencil skirt with a modest slit up the side. Pointed toe high heels. Also beige in color. Gold bangles around her wrists and white pearls around her neck. Wearing some sort of Chanel perfume????

[March 10, 2024: Now Entering Mystic Falls, Part One]

⚜️ TW: My Mikaelsons are a ✨️ problem ✨️ and don't play nice at all. Death, sex, blood, violence, manipulation, and dark themes will probably be present. I don't condone any of the actions taken by these vampires, I'm just recording them. For science. Also warning, I am TLDRing yet again.

Shifting Notes:

This is my first [awake, lucid] shift where I'm taking charge of the situation/piloting my DR-self (Zoey) like a Gundam mech suit. Using the Taglock Method, I've been able to focus on the specifics of where I'm going and when. I don't think it's foolproof, though. We'll see... For weeks now, I've been going through the source material of TVD. I figured that Mystic Falls would be the best place to start. After all, the Webb* estate is there. Hopefully, there'll be clues there, too.

Astrological timing: It was a new moon in Pisces. Saturn and Neptune was on either side of the moon in the same sign. Pisces is known as a natural dreamer. Saturn and Neptune solidify the dream. An excellent time for shifting.

*In my DR, the Webb estate is a property owned by my DR-self's family.

⚜️ In order to connect with my DR-self and pop into the TVD/Originals-verse, I decided to wear my hair up in a bun like Zoey Webb. I also added in a wooden chopstick just like her, both for connection & the added bonus of having a stabby little stake handy on my person. Can't be too careful. I learned from my [asleep] minishifts that the best time to jump into my DR-self is when she's busy or distracted so I tried focusing my inner-vision on a moment where she was as soon as I put on the taglock. (See: Taglock Method)

⚜️ The first thing that drifted into my mind was the song "No Roots" by Alice Merton & the blurred images of trees. Sustaining my focused trance, I put on the song and began listening to it in my CR. As soon as I did, the images crystallized, becoming much clearer than before. Zoey is sitting in a Greyhound bus, jamming out to music (she has ear buds in) while green forest flies past her outside the window. I begin to synchronize my CR self's movements to Zoey's. Suddenly, I'm in her body. Seeing everything from 1st person perspective.

Observation: I'm the exact opposite of Z. I am usually more reserved on public transit & don't listen to music while I'm traveling. I pay attention to my surroundings.

⚜️ The bus is empty save for a mother & her two children who're being A LOT and crying. A young dude with a skateboard and a man sitting more towards the front seats of the bus. He carries a briefcase with him. I'm in the back of the bus (something my DR-self & I have in common, I usually pick the back). At the climax of the song, I hear the muffled voice of the bus driver announcing to those onboard that we've officially entered Mystic Falls. "This is our last stop on the line. Please remember to take your stuff with you when you leave. You won't be able to recover your valuables if you forget them here. Last stop, Mystic Falls." The bus driver reiterates again for good measure.

⚜️ My DR-self takes out one ear bud to half listen to the end of what the bus driver was saying & then gets bored, continuing to jam out more to the end of the song. But out of the corner of our eyes, we see the stressed mom giving us a disapproving glare. We give her a little rueful, embarrassed smile. Before we can tone things down, however, we spot the "Welcome to Mystic Falls" sign from our side of the window. We in it now. There's no turning back for our stuff if we leave it here. As if making a huge point to underline that, "No Roots" ends.

⚜️ I feel something vibrate in my pocket. It's my cell phone alerting me to a text message from an "Angie." I would've opened the text, but Zoey's body overrides my influence, rolls her eyes, and ignores the message. She puts the cell phone back in her pant's pocket. RIP Angie, lolol. The bus driver announces again, "Now entering our lovely historic downtown Mystic Falls!". Then, he goes on to elaborate about how this cozy town has 'still retained its rustic charm throughout the decades it's been around'. He sounds like he wants to be a tour guide instead of a Greyhound driver...

⚜️ From outside my window, I see the huge, brick clocktower rising up before me on the horizon. I see old houses with wrap-around porches, white pillared entrances, and large sprawling yards. Eventually, that melts into storefronts and the Mystic Falls Square. It's a regular day here. As regular as any day in Mystic Falls can be. People are going about their business; walking through the Square, bustling around the storefronts. There's no town event being held here. But since MF is always commemorating something, I don't doubt there's a party happening somewhere. As the bus drives past the Mystic Grill, my DR-self (and I) peer at it from out our side of the window. Her with curiosity, me with...uh. Well, mixed feelings, to be honest. I notice a woman walking into the Grill just as the bus drives past it. It's no one I recognize from the show.

⚜️ The bus driver announces out loud again: "Last stop! Please, take all items with you & enjoy your stay in beautiful Mystic Falls, the homeliest town in all of Virginia!". When the bus finally comes to a complete stop, people start gathering their things & moving toward the exit. Since I'm in the back, sitting behind everyone, I have to wait for the others to go before me. It gives me (my CR-self) enough time to feel mild anxiety about disembarking because the moment I do, I'm sure the TVD drama will begin. As soon as the mom with her loud children make it to the front of the bus, I see my DR-self (Z) reach for a military canvas bag that's been sitting next to her on the empty seat. It looks beaten up, like it has seen way better days. There's hand-stitched, cloth patches on some parts of it where I'm guessing Zoey tried her best to repair it from being damaged. Also, I notice that the bag is all the items she has with her besides the ear buds & cell phone.

⚜️ My DR-self pauses as if she can feel my anxiety just before the exit, peering up at the LED destination sign that said "Mystic Falls" in loud, bright yellow. Both my DR/CR-self takes a synchronized deep breath and steel ourselves. 'Whelp, there's no turning back,' I hear my DR-self whisper under her breath. I respond back mentally with a 'Yup, we in it' despite knowing that "Z" probably can't hear me. I'm just a passenger inside her head and have *some* control over what she does. But not total control...

⚜️ The place the Greyhound drops everyone off at is behind the police station across the street from the Grill. There's a parking lot in the back of the police station, it's nearly full with cars. I get anxious again and nearly lose my connection with my DR-self. After a few calming breaths, however, I'm able to synch again with her. When I do, Z checks her cell phone & goes into her Google Mail. An email from "Nathaniel Pogue" is sitting there up on the top of the list. It looks like it's been read before. It's flagged as important. I influence Zoey to read the email again just so I can be a snoop. But also because it's starred. I only ever star things in my email when I need to remember not to forget an appointment...

⚜️ Bing, bing, bing! I'm right. The email was starred because it details a 3 pm meeting at Mathewson Realty where (Z) will be signing paperwork pertaining to the Webb estates. Apparently, today is the day she'll be signing the dotted line on the Deed of Ownership for all of William's properties and picking up the keys from Mr. Pogue. I notice on the phone that the time is already 3 pm. Great! My DR & CR self are both running late for our first scenario in Mystic Falls! Cue: us running (like a female anime protagonist late for her first day of high-school with toast in her mouth trope) towards Mystic Falls Square.

I hope being late for appointments isn't my "thing" in Mystic Falls. 😅 Anyways, y'all. I'll be posting [Part Two] of this shift ASAP. If you're still reading this, I appreciate that you got this far haha!

Vampire Diaries/Originals-verse [Dawn Misplaced] DR:

⚜️ TW: My Mikaelsons are a ✨️ problem ✨️ and how they behave (or don't) will probably be unpredictable. Blood, sex, death, abuse, violence, & dark themes. I don't condone any of their actions, I'm just documenting them for science.

*Some things from previous posts might be reiterated upon in this one. Y'all this is super TLDR, be warned.

It's impossible to talk about this DR without talking about the unfinished fanfiction that sprang into my brain last year and refused to die; "Dawn Misplaced". After watching half a season of the Originals & relating heavily to the Mikaelson's generational trauma/cycles, this plot bunny appeared, assuring me that I should totally sin against the canon & create an alternate universe before I watched all of the source material...

So, William Webb and his adopted daughter Zoey St. Claire (Webb) was born. My OC had so much of myself inside of her that she was technically a self-insert or in shifting theory, a DR self. And William, now that I think hard about it, is probably a representation of my own generational trauma that I saw playing out in the show. Ahh, apologies for reading too much into that. Anyways!

Keep in mind that I had only watched season one and two of the Originals (and half of the first season of Vampire Diaries) before Zoey self-insert brain rot took full effect. Little did I know that many of my plot ideas for Dawn Misplaced ended up being explored by TVD in season three/four via Alaric Saltzman and The 5. (It was a trip watching those episodes for the first time recently with a friend) Like Alaric, William was a vampire hunter forced into action by tragedy & succumbed to the dark obsession inside of him that urged him to kill vampires at all costs. There's only one real difference between Alaric and William's slaying methods; killing innocent kids. Alaric at least had some sort reasonable criteria for who he'd murder. William Webb, on the other hand, was willing to slaughter a whole damn orphanage if it meant putting a stake in the vampire menace forever.

Zoey St. Claire was one of the seven children who managed to survive William's slaughter. Although, he insists it was a "necessary evil" for his experiment to work. You see, he'd run across a very old book that his ancestor, Will Webb (the first) had written, documenting a ritual meant to create a super slayer. A living weapon. Just as strong, fast, invulnerable to compulsion, and able to withstand a beating from a vampire. But was more intended for the sole purpose of killing The Originals. Yes, my DR self is fighting her intense instinct to murder her neighbors. (Are you getting that FNAF vibe? William Webb=TVD Purple Guy).

Basically, it's the Missing Children Incident all over again.

My super slayer idea was real close if not the same as "The Five." Of course, I'll never know because all Dawn Misplaced ended up being was this:

As I mentioned in previous posts, the waking dreams started with that simple plot bunny and did not stop. Growing a life all their own despite my best efforts to starve it, uproot it, and purge it from my memories. I've written other fanfics before, abandoning them when I eventually lost my muse, but this one? Like a vampire, refuses to die.

Half a year is a long ass time to keep having intrusive minishifts, so. My friend in fandom crime suggested I should give into my delulu and start yanking back on the tugs. Even if it is just all in my head.

Now, I'm not new to shifting practices. Since my childhood days locked in a bedroom, I've been super good at dissociating & exploring different realities within my dreamworld. But that's just it isn't it? This DR isn't really mine. Sure, the Dawn Misplaced elements of it are. Will and Zoey are. The rest of it, though? It's built upon a foundation I didn't lay. It's a sum total of the books, the TV series, & all of the dreamers who've dreamt of the Mikaelsons. Of course it's resistant to scripting and has a life of its own. I'm only one singular drop in a pond.

It's like...

So, while I can't control what the characters will do or the scenarios that'll unfold once I begin shifting to [Dawn Misplaced DR], I can control how I choose to react. I'll have to be more cunning than the plot. The only thing I seem to do okay with is "I'm back in my CR" and (recently) which location I get dropped into. Mystic Falls or The French Quarter. Idk, maybe I'm just a bad shifter even if I've been doing it for a while...

I'm going to have to be more stubborn than the sum total of the fandom itself.

*Using the Taglock Method has been helping me somewhat in focusing.

However, here's the scripts that I HOPE I can get to work:

⚜️ While in DR, I share the strengths & skills of Zoey St. Claire (Webb) as a slayer.

⚜️ Using Taglock Method bound to an epoxy ring I wear both in my CR and DR, I can eject myself from the DR when taking off the ring and enter it when wearing the ring. (This one seems to work)

⚜️ All houses owned by William Webb are a safe spot. (This one should work because it cooperates with TVD/Originals canon)

⚜️ Retain memories of CR self while in DR. (As long as I'm doing awake daydreaming, I seem to be able to do that)

...And what about an s/o, you say? 🫠 I think I've got bigger fish to fry. I'm not going to try and force anything to happen if it even does. After all, I'm no Elena Gilbert! Trying to date in the "real world" is already hard enough...

Additional BONUS LORE for DM that may or may not become relevant because my DR is an unruly child and it was only just ideas I'd casually thrown around in my brain for the fanfic:

⚜️ William Webb (the first) was an exorcist priest for the Vatican. His journals document the various "demonic spirits" he expelled and eventually spiraled into unhinged ranting. On the surface, at least. William Webb (the later) was able to decipher the super slayer ritual from these journals with the help of a witch probably.

⚜️ Either William Webb (the first or the later) was ex-communicated by the church for his inappropriate use of witchcraft against "the demonic spirits." He's become a boogeyman (much like Mikael) with a bad reputation that has preceded him and casts a shadow on all the Webbs.

⚜️ TVD/Originals seems to have werewolves and vampires, vengeful ghosts, witches, and hybrids. Along with doppelgangers & magic miracle babies. But what I noticed it doesn't have is angels. The seedling concept for my DR's super slayers are humans possessed by the blood & flesh of the archangel they were forced by William Webb to eat. Kind of have a zombie vibe to them, huh??? Can you tell I probably have religious trauma, LOL?

⚜️ William Webb's descendants eventually made their way to the new world during the time the Originals were in New Orleans and mingled within the same circles. The Webbs later settled down in Mystic Falls working as textile merchants of European fashions. You kinda gotta do what you can when you stop benefiting from the Roman Catholic church.

⚜️ While not technically a "founding family," the Webbs do possess a spot on the Mystic Falls council. For once, the shadow of their ancestor's legend pays off big time for them. Especially in a town plagued by real "demonic spirits." Originally, I thought the Webbs were ex-communicated from the town council but my first controlled shift (yesterday) into my DR revealed that wasn't the case. See what I mean by the DR choosing which bonus lore it wants to validate?

⚜️ In TVD/Originals it's mentioned that each and every supernatural creature in Universe must have a set of strengths/weaknesses. I had originally planned that my super slayers were disabled by sulfur, solar eclipses, and had a tendency to "go corrupt" if they broke an angelic virtue. However, what an angelic virtue is is open to interpretation. It likely is similar to what Dark!Alaric was.

⚜️ Elijah Mikaelson and a descendant of Will Webb knew each other. Elijah was interested in the journals of William Webb (the first) for whatever reason. Intrigue, maybe? Or maybe something more serious than that...

⚜️ The most recent William Webb (the later) hid his super slayer project from the Mystic Falls council. The majority of them, at least. I'm almost certain that if he told anybody at all, it was probably John Gilbert. Hell, given John's attitude and medical knowledge, he might've been in on it with William.

⚜️ William Webb (the later) raised the seven surviving kids to be hunting machines. Zoey is the last one standing who didn't corrupt & chose to turn her back on William at the age of 15, emancipating herself (legally) as soon as she could to live a "normal life." D.M. was going to take place after William's untimely death where Zoey St. Claire must return to Mystic Falls to settle her father's accounts and do something with the property she has now inherited.

⚜️ Zoey has vague, fleeting memories of her childhood in Mystic Falls. She (alongside her 6 other "siblings") only experienced a couple of years living there "peacefully" in the Webb estate before William took them on the road to hunt. Zoey was homeschooled much like the Umbrella Academy kids. It's nebulous at best whether Zoey (or the 6 other kids) ever met Elena in their childhood much less any other character living in Mystic Falls.

⚜️ Unlike her six siblings, Zoey never took to slaying vampires half as fervently as William wanted her to and rejected his doctrine soon after witnessing the corruption of the eldest of her siblings during a vampire hunt. Being a deserter earned her no points from Will or the rest of the Webb family. She is now more likely to sympathize with vampires than side with hunters despite her awkward position of being the last remaining Webb, having to be present for council meetings for as long as she is stuck in Mystic Falls settling Will's legal accounts, estates, & the things he left her in his will.

Some last, finalizing thoughts on this TLDR, DR Intro before I start actually documenting my shifts...

In my last post, I said it was all real. Shifting is real and it's really happening. Somewhere. And that somewhere is inside of me as well as outside of me as an objective reality all its own. Theoretically.

I wanna add a "yes, and" to this theory for the preservation of what little sanity I have left...

Yes, it's all real. And I'm pretty sure the thing that forged this pull, this...link...to the TVD & Originals-verse was/is my shitty childhood. I see a lot of my own family trauma inside the story of the Mikaelsons and the Salvatores. I think that by exploring this link and allowing it to show me things, the adventure I plan to embark on might give me an opportunity to reflect on my wounds. Maybe even heal...

If it's all real, then confronting my DR-self's trauma could help me find closure with my CR-self's trauma as well. And if I get to have anything from this experience, I'd like it to be healing.

It's a good thing I'm a vampire slayer then, right?

[March 23-24, 2024: Oops, 404! Shifting not Found, Caroline and Elena show up.]

⚜️ TW: My Mikaelsons are a ✨️ problem ✨️ and don't play nice at all. Death, sex, blood, violence, manipulation, and dark themes will probably be present. I don't condone any of the actions taken by these vampires, I'm just recording them. For science.

Shifting Notes:

Ugh, not gonna lie, this trip in wasn't very productive but it DID provide me another clue (about my DR-self) and set up events for later. Not every shift can be a winner, I guess?

Astrological Timing: Sun in Aries, Moon in Virgo. Notable aspect is Venus in Pisces... Creativity, romance, dreams, & devotional acts are enhanced. Mars is at 0 degrees of Pisces, encouraging spiritual action. Moon in Virgo isn't ideal for dream activities, but I wanted to experiment with shifting under an earth moon to see the difference. It did not go well.

⚜️ Throughout this ordeal, my therapist has been really supportive of me and my shifting experiences. She says that documenting my trips & using them as (free therapy) a coping skill for stress is a good tool to have. When I described this particular DR to her, she said that a lot of the elements (a town with many issues, dramatic relationships, and violence) seem to coincide with situations I've already been in, & have yet to heal. This could be the common root that ties my CR-self to my DR. And to the Mikaelsons. Or, you know, I'm my DR/CR-self because it's all literally me. 😅

⚜️ I entered my DR in ghost-mode. Zoey is still deciding on her choice of outfit for the evening, tapping her chin, and staring down at the selection that I had spread out on the couches (the last time I was here).

Available Outfits:

▪︎ White hoodie with angelic wing patterns on the back. White T-shirt with sword and angel wings printed on it. Acid wash jeans that have a few rips in it.

▪︎ Green hoodie with gold oak leaf patterns on it. Green T-shirt with red, sacred heart printed on it. Normal denim jeans. No rips.

▪︎ Blue hoodie with black lacy pattern and big, golden Fleur De Lis on the back. Blue and gold T-shirt with dragon scale pattern on it. Black jeans.

▪︎ Black hoodie with red bat wing pattern & spider web design. Black, skin-tight, long sleeved shirt with keyhole and mock turtle neck. Black ripped jeans.

⚜️ I glance at the time displayed on a glass and gold-plated clock that's placed on the mantle of the fireplace in this room. It's 6:05 pm. I do a doubletake. I notice that this is the same clock my grandparents had sitting on their mantle when I was a kid. Which is weird but also kinda figures... If my DR-self is just another me in a different universe than there has to be some commonalities between us.

⚜️ I pop out of DR and take some time in my CR to listen to: "Hometown" by 21 Pilots. My DR mimics the elements of a TVD episode in that each significant event/s is preluded by a song. Also, it helps me synch with Z and get into 1st person perspective. As soon as I feel synched, I enter my DR again as Z. I decided upon the blue outfit because (my friend said I should) it started with The Originals, so... I gotta rep that Fleur De Lis! Checked myself for wallet, keys, and cellphone. Then, I chose to dig out a purse from the canvas bag just so I had something (better than pockets) to carry my stuff in.

Observation: Out of curiosity, I checked the information on my I.D. Idk, I figured the info might come in handy during conversations in the future. Apparently, I'm from Oregon and a Virgo because it says my birthday is 9-12-1992. Which is weird because in my CR, I'm a Pisces; the opposite of Virgo within the zodiac. Also, I've lived in Oregon! But Oregon is the home of Kai as per TVD canon. Does that mean my DR-self have something to do with the Gemini Coven? God, I fucking hope not.

⚜️ All ready to go, I take my purse, head out the door, and lock up the house behind me. I notice that it's golden hour outside. The sun is sinking into the horizon, shadows growing long, and darker. I see a lot of car traffic as I step out onto the sidewalk of Washington St and peer down it to gaze at the square that's three blocks away from me. There's a ton of people walking down the street and I'm sort of confused about that until I see a sign. It's announcing an "Anual Hops Festival" in lime green on white & emerald hops surrounding it. An errant wind brings the tempting aroma of fried foods and meats to me. It makes the sign tied to the street lamps flutter like they were all waving their hands at me. Extending an invitation to me to join the festival.

⚜️ I followed the crowds towards the square and came to stand at the crosswalk because the green lights were on at the intersection. It blessed me with a brief moment to assess my surroundings. I see food, beer, and gift stalls selling homemade products & trinkets. Like a farmer's market but aided by alcohol. Families with children sit on picnic blankets in the lawn areas of the square. People walk all around with giant pretzels and cold drinks in their hands. There's a huge stall that has these fancy barbecue pits. They're roasting huge chickens and pork ribs slathered with sticky, red sauce. The sounds of delight fill the air. How did they set this up so fast? The square was normal this afternoon. Eh...

⚜️ The intersection flashes red. The crowd I'm in crosses the street towards the park in the square. Suddenly, a voice rises above the ambient noise of the crowd. It's cheerful and bright. Infused with optimism. It's Caroline's voice. "Raffle tickets!!! Come purchase raffle tickets to help fundraise for the Mystic Falls cheerleading squad!" and "Come help raise our team up!". My eyes land on the blonde. I see that she's sitting at a fold-out table with a large donation bucket placed on it. Next to her is a brunette with ramrod straight hair & a silver locket around her neck. Elena. I feel my pulse instantly race. I wasn't prepared to have any (main) character encounters! I was planning to scope things out beforehand. It looks like my DR has other plans...

⚜️ I try to avoid the encounter by continuing to walk with the crowd, ignoring the two, but as soon as I do...Caroline points her finger at me. "YOU!!" she exclaims, "Would you like to purchase tickets? It's for a GOOD CAUSE!". I feel my feet stop. Involuntarily, I turn to look at Caroline and then move towards the table. My CR-self's anxiety is getting worse while Z is like: 'That's weird, my heart is racing'. Care tells me that tickets are 5 $ for 1 ticket, 10$ for 2 tickets, and 20$ for a whole line. Raffle prizes are picked at 10 pm. I catch Caroline's face register that she's never seen me before and asks if I know about Mystic Falls cheer squad. And that they're the best in the state & won competitions.

⚜️ Elena is staring at me. She has the same kind of puzzled/who is this person? look on her face. There's a hint of suspicion mixed in. When I go to answer Caroline's question, I suddenly de-synch with Zoey and wake back up in my CR. UGH. My social anxiety. I know you're supposed to be able to script it out. I can't seem to do that currently. I'll have to go in and try again later. There's a lunar eclipse tomorrow anyways...

[March 17, 2024: Snoopin' around the Webb Manor looking for Lore.]

⚜️ TW: My Mikaelsons are a ✨️ problem ✨️ and don't play nice at all. Death, sex, blood, violence, manipulation, and dark themes will probably be present. I don't condone any of the actions taken by these vampires, I'm just recording them. For science.

Shifting Notes:

This session is just me figuring out the meta-mechanics of this DR (ghost mode vs. embodying my DR-self) and gathering clues. Since this is a 🚩 high stakes DR 🚩and also TVD, I decided on searching the Webb Manor. Half of the dramatics in the show happen because people are keeping secrets or don't have a key piece of info. Before I go running around Mystic Falls, it's best that I be as informed as possible. This entry might be a little boring to read, though.

Astrological Timing: Sun in Pisces, Moon in Gemini. Sun and Neptune are conjunct. Moon square Neptune in Pisces and Black Moon Lilith. The tension from the Square is providing the perfect dreamy energies for shifting.

⚜️ A couple of hours prior to shifting, I was starting to feel weird. Enraged, venomous... Mostly about my father. Which would make sense except that nothing triggered it & the anger felt outside of myself, but also linked to me. If that makes any sense?? I realized it was my DR-self (Zoey) and her feelings that I was sensing. I did leave her on read at her old childhood home, after all. When I realized it was her, the sudden outburst faded, and I was able to use it as a means of connecting with Z more. And in a weird way, it also felt like she was reaching out to me, too.

⚜️ I popped back into the TVD DR to see Z peering at her reflection in the mirror that's hanging up above the small accent table in the foyer. That's the table where I left all the stuff (box, letter, and map) on. Z is brushing back stray locks of her hair & making herself look tidy after what I imagine was a long ass bus ride into Mystic Falls. It's at this moment that I really take in just how opposite but the same to me Z looks. It's eerie. She has wavy brunette hair like mine but more sunkissed & streaked with blonde. Her skin is tanned like mine used to be when I was younger & doing swim lessons. Her eyes are bright green and shaped the same whereas mine are brown & dark. Z has a mole on her cheek just like me but it's in the opposite spot. And she wears her hair up, twisted into a bun while I almost exclusively wear mine down. It's like looking at my own "vitamin D friendly" twin...

⚜️ I take a step behind her while she grooms herself in the mirror. I see my own reflection, she doesn't see mine. Or if Z does, she does not react to it. To re-synch myself, I listen to "Secret" by The Pierces. I have no clue why but the lyrics of the song started playing in my head like it was a part of the background music to a TVD episode. By the time it ends, I'm back in 1st person perspective again, and piloting Zoey Webb.

⚜️ The Webb Manor is super creepy. It has a haunted vibe that I can't quite shake. Maybe it's Zoey's memories that's making me feel a certain type of way? Maybe it's that portrait of William Webb the 1st just drilling into me with his beady little judgmental eyes? I look at the cursed portrait as I walk past it, out of the foyer, towards the kitchen, with the box, and letter in hand. I figure there's gotta be a tool or a butterknife or something I can use to neatly slice open the letter (or the box). I could just rip the envelope open but...I gotta admit, the Webb monogrammed seal is legit as fuck. I didn't wanna ruin it.

⚜️ The minute I step foot into the kitchen, I see that it's empty as fuck. No food in any of the pantries or refrigerator, no silverware, or dishes inside the cupboard. I try searching the shelves near the microwave & get lucky. Amongst old leftover thumb tacks and dust, I find a butterknife sitting next to a singular bent fork. When I touch the knife, something shifts in the kitchen. The giggling of children drift into my ears. Suddenly, the kitchen I'm standing in is new again. No dust, no barren refrigerator, or pantries. I watch, eyes wide, as seven ghostly kids flicker to life (almost like a hologram) and run around the kitchen, playing. Meanwhile, the image of a ghostly maid stands by the microwave. She has the butterknife in her hand and is waiting for the snacks she's warming up to be ready to give to the kids. I notice that one of the kids look like me. Or Z. Or both of us, really.

⚜️ Just as quickly, the ghosts disappear. All goes back to normal. The kids' laughter still echoes in my ears, however. I think that was a memory that Zoey was replaying inside her head? Although, I really wouldn't put it past this house to be literally haunted. I walk over to the kitchen island, place the box down, & use the butterknife to slide it under the seal and open the envelope. Reading the letter, it doesn't have any loving sentiments that you would expect from a dying father writing to his daughter. It just has a set of numbers & a letter before it: D-9801.

Observation: Is this a combination number?? Is there a safe here? Is this a combination for a bank in Mystic Falls??

⚜️ Because I've watched so many episodes of TVD that my eyes are bleeding recently, I decide that the best thing I can do is set the letter on fire. If this information is important in any way in the future, then I need to make sure that nobody can easily access this info. Suggesting to Z that she needs to keep this code a secret, I feel my DR-self plunge her hand into her pants pockets and fish out a lighter. The both of us burn the letter paper over the sink, then wash the ashes down the drain. I wouldn't want any fire-based witches recalling this letter with a spell. *cough* Bon Bon *cough*. Although I'm sure if someone wanted it enough, they'd find a way. I'm just gonna make it annoying for them.

⚜️ Z seems to know where to stash the box. She walks out of the kitchen while I sit as a passenger inside her and to the foyer where a piano sits in the adjoining reading room by a window. Zoey strolls into this room & goes to the back of it where there's a door. Using the keys Mr. Pogue gave her, Z opens up the door to reveal a dusty office space behind it. It's an old, antique office lined from floor to ceiling with books and journals. Draped over the writing desk is a white linen sheet. Zoey yanks the sheet off with an edge of anger to the action. Thick clouds of dust fly into the air. Z & I both cough in unison. Z tries waving the dust clouds away by using the flat box in her hand like a fan. Suddenly, another ghost image manifests, flickering to life like an old movie...

⚜️ William Webb. The ghost of Zoey's father is sitting in the once-empty office chair and writing inside a journal at his desk. That kid who looks a lot like I used to when I was little suddenly runs into the office. She's holding a huge warty toad in her hands. She probably got it from the backyard or something. Little Z holds up the toad proudly to William. She's looking for some kind of good reaction from her Dad, but he gives her nothing. The maid rushes in & escorts little Z away, apologizing briefly to William. The ghostly replay ends at that point. The office returns to its previous, dusty state.

Observation: Wow, we have a William Afton Hargreeves from 5 Nights At The Umbrella Academy on our hands here, huh?

⚜️ I de-synch with my DR-self as she slams the flat box down upon the writing desk and sits in William's chair, then begins talking to him like he can hear her from the afterlife. Z tells him: 'Whatever crap is in this shitty gift of yours, I don't need it!! I couldn't care less!'. Z purposefully knocks some stuff (pens) off the desk, then gets up, locks the office door behind her as she leaves, & continues to talk to thin air. She is heading towards the foyer again. 'I'm gonna sell your pig sty of a house and be done with this place! Then, I'm gonna get back to my NORMAL life!! Without YOU or all or this! You hear me?!' Meanwhile, I roll my eyes at this and mutter: 'Those are some pretty strong words for someone now living in Mystic Falls. Idk, man.'

⚜️ Grabbing the canvas bag in the foyer, she walks up the staircase to the second floor, & ignores the William Webb the 1st portrait. As Z passes underneath it, the stairs squeak. I follow behind her. When the two of us reach the 2nd floor, another ghostly memory plays out. Seven children are lined up before their bedroom doors in the hall Z and I both stand in. William Webb (holding his journal) walks down the hall with a straight-backed gait like a military officer. He ignores every child but the oldest (boy) whose room is closest to his own; the master bedroom at the end of the hall. It has double doors. Will pauses before he retires to his bedroom for the night, says something. But the memory ends before the sound of his words hit my ears...

⚜️ Zoey enters the first room accessible by the staircase. This was the room her ghostly version was just standing in front of. I watch her flop onto her old bed with her bag & sigh heavily. This leaves me a couple of minutes to snoop around the room. I don't find much that's interesting. Meanwhile, Zoey looks like a deflated air balloon on that bed. She's not happy & now that she's back in her old home she doesn't know what to do with herself. Z just keeps swinging between fidgeting and listlessness. Her stomach growls. And in this moment, the "check engine light" comes on for me, and I feel my CR-body yank on my consciousness to come back to reality again or else. I decide to take the reigns and direct Zoey downstairs. Suggesting that Z should sleep in the piano room since she's not going to be staying in Mystic Falls for very long so there isn't a point in getting comfortable. Z follows the suggestion.

⚜️ There's a grandfather clock downstairs in the piano room that says it's nearing 6 pm. I get Z to start web browsing on her cell for a restaurant nearby (which I know will be The Grill) & wait for her to be distracted so I can dive back into pilot-mode. As soon as I get re-synched with my DR-self, I immediately exit out of internet browser, and go looking through her phone's texts. She still doesn't want to answer that text from "Angie" so I go right on over to her Gmail alongside looking at the current date on the phone. It's Aug 7, 2010. It's way later in summer than I thought it was. But I guess that explains the muggy weather?? Checking her email messages, I see that she has a BUNCH of emails from a "Dennis Martin" who is super pissed that she broke up with him last week. And also that she did it over this very email. Oof. There's a message from "Gabrielle" who simply asks: "Where are you???". There's the Mathewson email. And then there's the jackpot! An email from Will's lawyers about inheriting property and sending condolences over his "untimely death". I open the message and find that Z's family's lawyer is named Chelsea Remington and that her phone number is 555-8021. Lol, I guess 555 numbers are real in this dream...

Observation: So I realized this a day after but August 7th is actually an obscure holiday in celebration of handloom weavers. This links with my original fanfic lore that the Webb's were textile & clothing merchants in Mystic Falls. Zoey literally came to Mystic Falls on weaver's day, lol. Also. If this is 2010, then I'm probably in Season 2 of TVD right now. Which means I'll be running into Klaus soon.

⚜️ Last on my snooping agenda is Z's photo gallery. Time is running out but I figure that there would be a lot of clues in what pictures she's saved. It's mostly of her friends. 2 girls and a guy who I'm pretty sure is Dennis from the email, Angie, and Gabrielle. There's a pic of them at school, on the front lawns. One of them on a camping trip, roasting hotdogs & marshmallows. One of an obvious date with Dennis and several food pics. When I get to the date, I suddenly de-synch with Z as she sighs heavily again. Emotions hitting her in her gut. I think she regrets breaking up with him??

⚜️ The check engine light for my shifting is yanking at me again. I give re-synching with Z one last try and am successful. I dial the lawyer's number (Chelsea) but get her voice mail instead. I guess she's out of the office. I should've known, though. It's six pm. Either way, I leave her a message about wanting to go over the wording of William's will again & that I successfully made it to Mystic Falls in one piece. Zoey yanks back control after the call and goes back to looking up the Grill's menu online. She would've left for the Grill right then and there but I suggest that she should change clothes into something a bit nicer than something she just sat in for days probably on the Greyhound. She's wearing a ratty pair of jeans, worn out boots, a military jacket with patches, and a wooden hair stick that advertises a certain symbolism (hunter vibe) that I don't wanna advertise on my first day here...

⚜️ TVD hits really hard on their fashion and color symbolism so I want my DR-self's first experience at the Grill to be well thought out when it comes to what I wear. I have Z dig in her canvas bag for all her clean clothes and put them laid out on the couch in the piano room so I can inspect them. To be honest, I feel like my DR-self is like me when it comes to clothes...she'd rather be comfortable. All she has are an assortment of hoodies, shirts, and jeans that make me think she and Little Gil probably go shopping together. I groan. It's at this point that I feel myself get yanked back into my CR.

I guess my next visit, I'm going to the Grill in a pair of old boots and a hoodie...

[March 13, 2024: Klaus Mikaelson claims he's in his "Red Period"]

⚜️ TW: My Mikaelsons are a ✨️ problem ✨️ and don't play nice at all. Death, sex, blood, violence, manipulation, and dark themes will probably be present. I don't condone any of the actions taken by these vampires, I'm just recording them. For science. Shifting Notes:

Unlike the long shift I wrote about previously, this one happened while I was asleep. It was kind of short, lasting (what felt like) five or ten minutes tops??? For those of you who are new to my DR or my blog, please feel free to explore my pinned post (on my blog) and read about my TVD/Originals DR for more context. Happy shifting, y'all! Astrological Timing: Sun in Pisces, Moon in the earliest degrees of Taurus. Venus just moved into Pisces on the 11th, giving extra ✨ energy ✨ to creative dreaming.

⚜️ Last night, I fell asleep in my bed watching an episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved about Jack The Ripper with my favorite guys: Ryan Bergara & Shane Madej. I'm not blaming it on watching cold case files before I went to sleep but it was probably watching cold case files on Youtube before I went to sleep that influenced this shift. ⚜️ I remember turning off Youtube in my CR and closing my eyes to sleep and then having to open my eyes again because I thought I had heard a sound that I didn't recognize in my room. When I did, I realized I wasn't in my tiny little room at all, but in a luxurious room with a huge Egyptian rug on the floor, crimson walls, and leather seatings. I could also see paintings (both finished and unfinished) positioned upon easel stands that were littered all around the room in a semi-circle. I knew instantly where I was. Klaus' painting room in the Mikaelson chateau in New Orleans. ⚜️ I'm currently in ghost-mode like I usually am when I'm stuck here. I'm laying with my feet hanging off the side of the armchair I'm sitting (chaotically) in. I can see the back of Klaus Mikaelson. He's wearing a black turtleneck, long sleeved shirt. Meticulously, he dips his paint brush into a bucket of dark crimson, and applies the red paint onto a fresh canvas. Jazz music drifts into the room from outside. The doors to the balcony are open, letting the ambiance New Orleans fill the painting room while he creates his new "masterpiece". ⚜️ Because at this point I've moved past being terrified of him and have now entered the stage of just being annoyed that I'm stuck with him, start to make obnoxious sounds while I sit in the armchair. Testing to see whether or not he can see me or if I really am just totally invisible to him (for now). He doesn't flinch or show any signs of being perturbed while I do this. Klaus dips his paint brush into another bucket now. It's the obsidian black paint. He swirls the black in with the red, his hand motions effortless. I gotta admit, folks. I'm a bit jealous of how he holds his paintbrush. ⚜️ Elijah Mikaelson storms into the room suddenly. He's bristled. A bit frustrated. I can tell that whatever has gone on for him, he's had a hell of a day, and isn't pleased about it. Elijah interrupts Niklaus and tries to get his attention but Klaus just redirects the conversation onto his painting. "I think I'm in my "Red Period", brother. Look at how well I've depicted the darkness swirled within the blood, the mortal attraction all beings have towards death." Klaus puts his hand on Elijah's shoulder as he gestures towards the painting. "This might be my best one yet..." ⚜️ Elijah and I have a similar reaction. He rolls his eyes and I say "Booooo! Bring back your sketches, dude!" out loud. Elijah fixes Klaus with a no-nonsense glare and says "I think we have bigger things to deal with right now, Niklaus. Accompany me to the reading room? I have something I need to show you as well..." ⚜️ Klaus huffs, putting down his paint brush, and follows Elijah out of the painting room. I get out of the armchair, walking over to stand in front of the painting that Klaus is working on. On second glance, the painting isn't half bad. There really IS something to the black and red swirl pattern he's going with here. It's almost...hypnotic. My left hand (the one I write with) absently reaches out to touch the painting and I wake back up in my CR again.

Observation: Jack the Ripper=Klaus Mikaelson shift motivation apparently????

[March 10, 2024: Now Entering Mystic Falls, Part Two]

⚜️ TW: My Mikaelsons are a ✨️ problem ✨️ and don't play nice at all. Death, sex, blood, violence, manipulation, and dark themes will probably be present. I don't condone any of the actions taken by these vampires, I'm just recording them. For science. Also warning, I am TLDRing yet again. I don't expect anyone to wanna read this long (almost 9 page) hyper-detailed post. But if you do? I appreciate you.

Shifting Notes:

This is my first [awake, lucid] shift where I am actively piloting my DR-self (Zoey) like a Gundam mech suit. For those who have just stumbled across this post by chance, I encourage you to look at the introduction post I wrote about this DR. It can be found on my pinned intro at the top of my blog.

Astrological timing: It was a new moon in Pisces. Saturn and Neptune was on either side of the moon in the same sign. Pisces is known as a natural dreamer. Saturn and Neptune solidify the dream. An excellent time for shifting.

*In my DR, the Webb estate is a property owned by my DR-self's family.

⚜️ Because I've been binging on TVD lately just to hammer Mystic Falls into my brain, I know that there's a Realty office on the other side of the Square, opposite the Grill. It's a white building with large windows & blinds in front. I experience some de-synch with Z as she runs towards the Square. I notice that Z sticks to the outer edge, across the street from the sidewalk of the Square. Preferring to maneuver past the shoppers & specialty shops rather than take a short cut through the Square itself. Even though it seems like a lazy summer afternoon here in Mystic Falls, I feel...this weird chill crawling up the back of my DR-self's spine whenever I try to suggest that we use the short-cut. There's an implicit sense/knowledge to avoid the Square. Is this a part of my scripted "Slayer Senses" at play going on here???

⚜️ Finally, I make it to Mathewson Realty. Z and I pause in front of the doors. We take a breath in unison. I can feel her vibrating with anxiety over the choice she's making while I vibrate with anticipation. This shared second re-synch's us back together. I'm back to first person perspective again as I walk through the doors of Mathewson Realty.

Observation: It's interesting what actions we both do that de-synchs/re-connects us. I did not plan for my DR to have this kind of thing going on, but I'm enjoying this aspect a little.

⚜️ As soon as I step inside, I'm greeted by a middle-aged woman in a powder pink dress suit, wearing a string of classic white pearls around her neck. She seems to immediately know who I am but cheerfully asks me if I'm "Miss. Webb" and Mr. Pogue's three o clock appointment?". I say yes & she mentions in a funny/joking way that I was cutting it a little late. Also, that she was afraid I wasn't going to show up. I mention (straight-up lie) to her that the Greyhound was running a little late on its schedule and apologized. She waves it off, saying that "It's alright, you're here now, and we're so excited to have a Webb back in town." 😬 'yaaaaaaay,' I think while Z also is in agreement, thinking the same exact thing.

⚜️ This lady whom I assume is the secretary or something offers to personally walk me to Mr. Pogue's office and doesn't wait for me to say yes or no to that offer. I can't tell if this is southern hospitality (Mystic Falls is in Va & I'm from Cali) or if this secretary has ulterior motives? This (internal) question of mine is answered a mere moment later as she walks me down the hallway to Mr. Pogue's office... This lady starts talking about "being a bit of a history buff" and is wondering if she could trouble me with some questions about Will Webb the 1st. There it is. The motive. My DR self decides to take the lead on this question and with some amount of awkwardness tells the lady that she wasn't close with her father and never talked much about their ancestors or history. "So, I'm just as much in the dark as you are about it, haha!" Z adds, chuckling a little. I remain quiet during this, staring at the lady and noticing how she seems kind of disappointed hearing this information. But she quickly regains her cheerful, optimistic attitude just as we make it to Mr. Nathaniel Pogue's office door.

Observation: This lady has to be involved in some sort of Historical Society thing in this town. Keep an eye on her. Also, it's weird and interesting to me that my original idea in my fanfiction that the Webb family was exiled by either the church or Mystic Falls itself is not in play here. Why else would someone be asking about William Webb 1 like this? It's too early to tell right now. Another thing that I noticed was that I was shifting in my CR at 3 am and here in the DR, it's 3 pm. The time is swapped out.

⚜️ The lady knocks on Mr. Pogue's door. She states in a sing-song voice, "Mr. Pogue, Miss Webb is here for your 3~". The office door is opened immediately by Mr. Pogue, a tall and dashing man in a fine gray power suit and a silver-blue silk tie. His skin color is the olive tan you see from people who regularly use a tanning bed and his teeth are way too white when he smiles. It's almost radiant, standing out because of the contrast to his tan. With a quick glance, I think he ascertains that his secretary has winded my DR-self with all her questions (or maybe he just heard us talking in the hall, idk) and tells Z to "not to let Mrs. Annette bother me, she's just nosey. " Saying that, he shoos the lady playfully away while inviting me inside the office. Mrs. Anne gives us both privacy, walking back to the front, as my DR self (and I) step inside Mr. P's office...

⚜️ Pogue tells me to make myself at home. I drop my canvas bag by a chair opposite his desk and sit in it while he browses through a shelf full of files. As he does this, he begins talking about how excited he is to aid me in carrying on the "Webb legacy" & ensure that our properties are maintained/in good hands with me. He then pulls out a thick file that's labeled "Webb" in gold plate and places it in front of me on his desk. He opens it, taking out three packets of paperwork. Mr. Pogue tells me that my DR-self's father (Will Webb the later) owned 3 separate properties; two in Mystic Falls and one within New Orleans. And that the one in New Orleans has some "caveats" to it because of details inside Will's will. Stuff that I'll have to talk about later on with the Webb family lawyers present... But for now, all he needs is my signature on the deeds to transfer the properties over to me. He also needs my initials on the NOLA deed because of those aforementioned caveats...

⚜️ He hands me a fancy gold and black pen to sign the papers with. I begin to make the mistake of signing "Alice Hart" on the papers before realizing what my hand was doing & immediately corrected the A to a Z. Making my signature on the first paper look a little funky. My DR-self signs the papers as "Zoey St. Claire". Pogue raises an eyebrow and says that I'll have to sign these documents in my legal surname of "Zoey Webb". My DR-self is annoyed and tacks on "Webb" at the end of St. Claire, making it look like our name is one of those long "Mary Sue" names you'd see during the haydays of Fanfiction.net. (Re: Ebony Dementia Raven Way) Great, super. Ugh. I'm getting the feeling that both Zoey & I have ✨️ issues ✨️ with our paternal side of the family.

⚜️ As soon as I'm done signing my name on all the paperwork, he takes the documents from me and places them neatly back inside the file labeled "Webb." He congratulates me on my new home ownership (my CR self is currently crying over this because this event is probably the closest I'm ever going to get on owning a house) then assures my DR-self that he'll be there to help me get settled into the neighborhood. "Whatever you need," Mr. Pogue says, "Will was always a good client & I want to do right by his daughter." I feel my DR-self bite down slightly on her tongue as she holds back saying something rude when Pogue says 'his daughter'. Instead, she opts for silence.

⚜️ "Now for the final order of business," Mr. Pogue says, "Will left me something to give to you..." Mr. Pogue pulls out a flat, lacquer box from the front drawer of his desk and slides it over to my DR-self. A letter sealed in a white envelope is taped to the box. It does not seem to be addressed to anyone since it doesn't have Zoey's name on it. The letter is customized (only) with an onyx black wax, monogrammed seal of two W's interlinked with each other. As my DR-self touches the envelope gingerly, Mr. Pogue tells her that William instructed him to tell me that I can't open the letter until I get to the estate. And that Will said he wanted it to be a "surprise" housewarming gift. I influence Zoey to try & open the box but find that it irritatingly will not open. It's sealed shut just like the letter. I influenced Zoey to ask why I need to wait & Mr. Pogue chuckles and smiles with a shrug. "Your father liked to keep his secrets, Miss. Webb. He never told me why." Then he says that my family's lawyers might actually have more information on that than him. That I'll probably need to talk to them in regards to the exact wording on William's will to answer that question.

⚜️ With that, Mr. Pogue gives me a set of 3 keys (and one antique skeleton key) hanging on a lanyard. They're the keys to the Webb estates. I ask about the skeleton key and Mr. Pogue mentions that most of the properties in the "historic district" within Mystic Falls still retain their original architecture & locks due to a policy with the town to preserve all places of historical relevance to Mystic Falls. That the skeleton key is for the doors in the estates with antique locks. And also that if I plan on making any alterations, I need to get approval from the Historic Society of Mystic Falls. And all documents need to be done in triplicates.

Observation: The Historic Society is giving me vibes right now. Here they are already on my shit list 😅.

⚜️ Mr. Pogue says that he knows it's been a long time since I've lived in Mystic Falls and he can imagine that my memory is spotty so he's prepared a map of the town for me that marks where the estates are. He hands me a map with 2 red X's marked on it. One X is by a lake on the outskirts of town, another X is just down the street from the Square. My DR self looks confused and Mr. Pogue clears the air by saying, "Your residence is four blocks down from here, just take Washington St. & keep to the left. You can't miss it." I (CR self) assure him that I totally can but he doesn't hear me. Mr. Pogue looks like he's done with our appointment and is ushering me toward the door. He says, while doing this, that he'll be swinging by later this weekend in order to show me the lakeside cabin. Mr. Pogue ends our appointment by shaking my hand firmly and with a huge smile, exclaims "Welcome back to Mystic Falls, Miss. Webb! We hope you'll feel right at home & don't hesitate to call me if you need anything." Then he says "Property is our passion here at Mathewson" in a rhythmatic way that makes me feel like he's referencing a commercial jingle.

⚜️ Armed with the keys, map, and mystery box (plus my ratty canvas bag), I follow Mr. Pogue out of his office and back to the front of Mathewson Realty. I see "Annette" wave to me and wish me a pleasant weekend as I walk past the front desk she's seated at. My DR-self waves back at her a little nervously while I just...kinda stare at her because she's currently on my "keeping an eye on you" list. The minute I leave Mathewson and am back on the street, I feel my CR-self's body give a "check engine light is on" warning that I need to return to CR or face the consequences. If I stay in this lucid trance state for too long, it tends to stress out my body, leading to zero spoons (energy) the next day. I urge Zoey at that point to book it down the street to get to the Webb estate that was marked on the map.

⚜️ As per the canon, Washington St is one of four streets that creates the Mystic Falls Square. It's the street that Mathewson is on, opposite the Mystic Grill on Clark St. across from the Square. I follow Mr. Pogue's advice and just keep going down Washington with my stuff threatening to slip out of my hands. At the time, neither my CR nor DR-self was thinking about how weird it probably looked to everyone else around me that a new face to town was hauling ass down Washington holding a mysterious box but... I'll probably be dealing with that later.

⚜️ As I cross the street on the corner of Washington and Monticello at the southern edge of Mystic Falls Square, I feel it again. That cold chill crawling up my spine like a pair of eyes are upon me. I stop, pause for a moment at the "4-way crossing" sign on the other side of the street. I pretend like I'm catching my breath (and maybe my DR-self is) and take this second to assess potential danger. As soon as I do, the chill goes away. Another yank from my CR-self's body tells me I got another 10 minutes before I end up in my CR whether I want to or not. Zoey gets her wind back and continues her dash down Washington Street.

Observation: Someone was totally spying on me from Mystic Falls Square. I want to know who it was!

⚜️ Do you remember that house from TVD during Season 2, Episode 17, that Isobel and Katherine broke into because in her words, it was "the nicest house in foreclosure" quote un quote? This one:

Well it turns out that this is the Webb manor estate house that my DR-self (Zoey) has just inherited from William. The only differences I can see between my DR and canon is that it doesn't have the foreclosure sign staked into the lawn. Also, the trees outside of it aren't into their autumn foliage. They're green and thriving. I think whatever time frame I'm in is summer here in Mystic Falls. It feels warm & muggy...

Observation: Going back over that episode after this shift, I discovered something very interesting! The foreclosure sign has a name written on it: Nathan Alexander.

It could just be that my brain remembered this detail and incorporated it into my DR or. OR. It could be that the deviations from the canon in my AU (alternate universe) TVD is that Nathan Alexander was named Nathaniel instead and married/was born to a different family altogether. For the record, I did not plan this in the script. It just happened to be that way.

⚜️ I walk through the front yawn and up the porch steps, feeling like an intruder. My DR self has the same feeling as I do as we reach into our pockets & fish out the keys that Mr. Pogue gave us. I can tell Zoey is not having a good time right now. Her gut is twisting up in knots. Old emotions are hitting her. I think she's remembering her childhood with Will. She's doing a good job at hiding it because I can't see the things she's thinking about in this moment. I just know, based on context, that she's about to confront some very old memories by opening the door to this house. By living in Mystic Falls again. I take over at a certain point, force Zoey to open the door, and go inside. Then, lock it shut behind us. You can't ever be too safe in this town given its residents.

⚜️ The first thing I see is an old oil painting of a man wearing a white ruffle collar and a feathered quill hanging up on the wall. This painting is positioned up the staircase when you first enter the foyer, giving one the very unsettling impression that it's judging your every move in this house. My DR-self stares at it for a second before dropping her canvas bag onto the floor and placing the map and mysterious box on top of a side table in the foyer. It's weird because I know that painting is Will Webb the 1st. But I've seen it before... Not in my DR but in the actual TVD show. So, after I popped out of lucid trance I began searching through the television show to see if I could find that painting. Lo and behold:

Not only does the painting show up in TVD canon in the Lockwood Mansion during the first Miss Mystic Falls dance but also in S4 inside the Salvatore boarding house. It's the same dude with the same face wearing the same ruffled collar. And while I'm sure in the TVD canon show, this is just some dude. In my DR, this painting is of William Webb the 1st.

And I'm so curious as to why his portrait is hanging up in the Lockwood and Salvatore houses...

⚜️ I end up in my CR soon after Zoey drops her canvas bag and puts her stuff down. I'll have to come back here soon to do some big time snooping around the house and maybe go to the Mystic Grill to get more clues. I need to figure out when in the TVD timeline I'm in right now...

Whelp.

Now that William's backstory has been scripted in, I guess I can't put off Elijah anymore. It's time to prep for dinner with an Original...

⚜️ William Zachariah Webb ⚜️

While there are many iterations of William in the multiverse where this didn't happen, the DR that I am most linked to has chosen this as a canon event. Please be advised that my William Webb scripted timeline here is TLDR and for your sanity, I'd just carry on scrolling through Tumblr. But if you're still curious??? Then continue reading...

But seriously, maybe don't do that.

TW: Death, violence, suicide mention, & dark themes. Will is a wet, sad little sack of a man & his story is purposefully scripted with this trauma in mind as a motivating force. This is a TVD person after all.

"What I'm doing for the world-No, what I've always done-has been for the greater good! If you had the chance to end the war against evil, you'd do the same..."

-William Webb

⚜️ Born in February 1964 to Samantha and Garrett Webb. He was an only child. Garrett would soon abandon both Samantha & Will after his 10th birthday, starting a brand new family with another woman. Samantha had some health complications post-pregnancy and was prone to fits of mania or depression that left William in the role of the "caretaker" for most of his formative years. He'd soon take an interest in medicine, psychology, & academia as a result. Will wanted to do his best to take care of his Mother despite how his father treated her.

⚜️ William spent most of his childhood and young teens in New York, struggling with his mother, managing her health, and working a part-time job after school to pay for the cost of living. At the age of 17, the Webbs caught a lucky break when Elias Webb, Samantha's uncle, died. Since he was childless and had no other heirs, Samantha (and William) were given control over the Webb estates & their considerable fortune. William and Samantha moved from NY to Mystic Falls in 1976.

⚜️ Life improved considerably for William & his mother in their new environment. Armed with the Webb fortune at their disposal, Will was able to pay for the meds/specialists his mother needed. And, for the most part, was able to start living a normal life. Will's grades improved greatly & even Samantha's health seemed to turn around for the better. To the point where she didn't need the supervision she once did. It was a true miracle. At least, for now...

⚜️ It wasn't all coming up roses for William, however. Being the only (living) male heir to the Webb Estates came with responsibilities that he wasn't really prepared for & also the gawking attention of the residents of Mystic Falls. The Webbs were shrouded in an urban legend that painted them in a negative light much like the Gilberts were painted as drunk crazy people. Even though both families sat and held positions on the Founder's Council. Will did his best to adapt to the changes and Samantha encouraged him to be gentle with himself. During this time, William made two new friends at Mystic Falls High; Grace and Mercy Tanner. And while William Webb tried to befriend the girl's younger brother, they'd always maintain an awkward (if not outright antagonistic) relationship until after tragedy struck after graduation.

Side Note: Mercy and Grace Tanner are the (older) twin sisters of William Tanner, Elena's history teacher, during the events of S1 TVD. Another detail to note is that while Will held a defacto seat on the Founder's Council by virtue of being a Webb, he was not informed of the supernatural goings-on due to his age at the time. By the time it became a relevant factor, it was too late.

⚜️ Darkness befell the Webb family shortly after William's graduation from MFHS in the form of Samantha's newest suitor; Dominic. Claiming that he was there to visit his family, Dominic infiltrated Samantha's life and quickly became another "Garrett" to William. There was something... wrong about Dominic. William only had vague suspicions but his mother was so happy in this new relationship that he refrained from any direct criticism or confrontation towards Dominic whenever he was invited over. After all, his mother was an adult. Will wasn't about to shit on his mother's new happiness. William, also, was distracted by his own happiness with Mercy Tanner whom he had just started to date.

⚜️ Around this time, William started having strange, vivid, terrifying nightmares about a priest. About blood, death, and pages upon pages filled with ink. Mercy suggested that he see a doctor about these nightmares he was having in case it was a symptom/s of a deeper problem (like his mother) but all that was prescribed was over-the-counter sleep medication. And a recommendation to see a clinical therapist which William refused. He'd seen the good it'd done for his mother & Will wasn't keen to repeat the gruesome process. Mental health practices were barbaric in the 70's. William just chalked it up to stress.

TW: Please be advised that this part of Will's story is traumatic & continues downhill from here. Do not read further if you struggle with themes of death, violence, or suicide.

⚜️ Speaking of stress, William was filling out paperwork to apply for classes at Whitmore College. He'd been at the library, working on the packet of papers he'd been given to sign and initial. As such, Will missed (several) phone calls from his mother that, sadly, he'd regret for the rest of his life. William was the first to arrive at "the scene of a tragic accident." At least, that's what the coroner's office said of the ordeal. William had been the first to arrive at the bloody scene of "the accident" (the house they'd inherited) and what he'd witnessed did not add up to a suicide. His mother hadn't struggled with her anxiety or psychotic depression since they'd gotten her the specialists she needed. Still, Mystic Falls PD & the coroner's office insisted that it was. Her head had been twisted at such an angle, in such a way, that only an act of incredible violence could ever achieve. Still, the death certificate said, "Suicide." The town was more than willing to blame his mother's poor mental health than pursue the truth. After all, Founder's Week was rolling around the corner. The last thing the Mayor wanted was an open murder case distracting (and scaring) the town's people. But William knew it was Dominic. In his gut, he knew...

⚜️ As a child, William couldn't do anything to save his mother from Garrett. Now, as a technical adult (18), he'd been too late to do anything. The only control Will had in this situation was to find the true culprit: Dominic. The mangled body of his mother haunted Will at night. Now, she was joined with the priest who urged him forward. In the weeks that followed, Will became another person who was obsessed, paranoid, and lashing out at the people who were around him. He forgot about college & his academic future. His relationship with Mercy deteriorated. He began looking like his ancestor (William the 1st), who'd also lost his mind in a similar way. Making valid the whispers and gossip about the "cursed" Webb family, bringing history to come around full circle again.

Side Note: The Founder's Council decided to bury the truth and keep William Webb in the dark about the existence of vampires. They still deemed him too young & too immature, a liability at worst to their system of control based on his wildly emotional reaction to his mother's death. The Council considered this attack to be an isolated event, after all. And there was no solid proof (a vampire bite) that Samantha had been killed by a vampire in the first place.

⚜️ In pursuit of the truth & unwilling to risk his girlfriend's safety while doing so, William broke up with Mercy. Whatever person he'd have to become or dangers he'd face, he did not want to involve her. Dominic had skipped town (conveniently) after giving a few words to the authorities about his whereabouts at the time of "the incident." William followed, putting the town of Mystic Falls behind him and leaving the Webb estates empty for now to stand as a testament. Or a dark reminder of the crime Mystic Falls refused to address.

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⚜️ The experiment is to create a new kind of supernatural. A hybrid that hasn't walked the Earth for over millions of years. Just as fast, as strong, and as hard-to-kill as an Original. Armed with holy fire ripped from the power of an archangel itself. The Augustine Society and Possessed!William are spearheading the experiment with information Will has gained from studying the old grimoire that has been handed down to every generation within the Webbs. For reasons that remain mysterious to The Augustine Society, William is the only person who can read the book. However, the results speak for themselves. In 1992, Will is successful in creating seven of these hybrid beings. Will and The Augustine Society calls these successes: "The Miraculous 7." With so many failed attempts, these seven are a true miracle to Possessed!William & The Society. Both put their hopes on these children to be the final coffin nail in the war against vamps forever.

⚜️ William legally adopts the 7 children and houses them in the Webb estate. Meanwhile, The Augustine Society takes over control of the orphanage where additional experiments continue. Possibly headed by John Gilbert & Grayson Gilbert. But Will's attention is on the Miraculous Seven now.

⚜️ He teaches the children survival, hunting, and martial arts along with various forms of weapons training (focusing mostly on wood stakes and pistols loaded with wood bullets). The training is grueling & intense, often not considering the limits of a child. Possessed!Will sees them more like tools that exist only to enact his centuries-long revenge against vampires. There are a few moments, though, where William softens. Mostly for the eldest girl of the Miraculous 7 who reminds him of Grace. Will chooses to homeschool the kids, giving him greater control over them. During this time (with the addition of normal hunter powers) William notices the kids developing psychic talents akin to the archangel entity that was used in the ritual. Each kid has one psychic ability that's exclusively their own & specific to them.

Side Note: The archangel's "true name" was used in the Webb family grimoire's ritual to bind it to reality.

⚜️ The Miraculous 7 are as follows:

▪︎ Adam Webb (known as "First" in the Augustine Society reports)

▪︎ Elizabeth Webb (known as "The Pale Lady" in the Augustine Society reports)

▪︎ Jake Webb (known as "The Jackal" in the Augustine Society reports)

▪︎ Sebastian Webb (known as "The Tinkerer" in the Augustine Society reports)

▪︎ Ethan Webb (known as "The Believer" in the Augustine Society reports)

▪︎ Andrew Webb (known as "The Fool" in the Augustine Society reports)

▪︎ Zoey Webb (known as "Last" in the Augustine Society reports)

⚜️ The true nature of the Miraculous 7 was getting harder & harder to conceal from the general public of Mystic Falls. William Webb and the Augustine Society, during this time, begin falling out of favor with each other as both parties disagree on the solution. While the Augustine Society recommends that he turn them over to their care as test subjects so they can recreate the process with a new batch. William believes his successes aren't possible to recreate. He thinks mankind (and the world) would benefit more if the children were sent out "into the field" to kill vampires. Against the Augustine Society's wishes, Will leaves Mystic Falls with the Miraculous 7 in 1999. His estate and properties is preserved in a trust, maintained by the Webb lawyers & Mathewson Realty. The grimoire disappears with William and the Miraculous 7, much to the Augustine Society's dismay. Years pass without any indication of where William (or his children) went. The Augustine Society is forced to prioritize their "Augustine Vampire" project as their final solution to the vampire threat at large.

⚜️ Between the years: 1999-2010, nothing is known about William's activities (nor that of the kids). The official story for Mystic Falls is that he moved to New Orleans with the kids presumably studying abroad. At the start of 2010, news begins to circulate about William being dead. This is confirmed when lawyers contact Mathewson Realty to transfer all the estate and property ownership to William's named heir: Zoey Webb. The details of Will's death are kept vague, though some mention of health complications is circulated through the rumor mill of Mystic Falls. Whether this is true or just another fabrication remains a mystery...

⚜️ In September 2010, Zoey Webb arrives in Mystic Falls, Virginia, to take over the Webb estates. She is alone and without the rest of the Miraculous 7, seemingly having suffered a falling out with all of them entirely. Rumors only spread like wildfire from there...

Ugh, Elijah really gonna make me script the whole Webb family history isn't he? 🙄 What an ass.

⚜️ William Webb (The First) ⚜️

While there are many iterations of Wiliam in the multiverse where this didn't happen, the DR that I am most linked to has chosen this as a canon event. Please be advised that my William Webb scripted timeline here is TLDR and for your sanity, I'd just carry on scrolling through Tumblr. But if you're still curious?? Then continue reading...

But seriously, maybe don't do that.

TW: Death, violence, murder, & dark themes. Will the First is also a wet, sad little sack just like all the other Wills in the Webb family. His story is PURPOSEFULLY SCRIPTED like this. His trauma is a motivating force to his actions in my DR and it is something I am personally willing to explore. This is a TVD person, after all.

"I'd rather spend my time with books. They speak more truth than people ever will...and this book? This book speaks volumes."

-William Webb the 1st.

⚜️ The Webbs were prominent members of the English aristocracy since the Tudor Era. They were given an Earldom by King Henry (Fortshire) and boasted Catherine Parr as a relative. This is likely where the love of books and education comes from. Nathaniel Webb is the first to dip his toe into the textile and fashion trade. While the Webbs were rich & didn't have a need to muddle their hands in the merchant class, Nathaniel believed that a man was bound by a duty to build his own legacy. He wasn't happy just being an Earl of Fortshire.

⚜️ Nathaniel Webb establishes his first shop in England (1544), catering to English nobels and even those within the Royal Family. The outfits created were often marked by refined materials and sober design; instead of being gaudy, Nathaniel believed that focusing on the quality of the materials (over flashiness) would win over his clients. He was right. The atmosphere of England during this time was predominantly a struggle between Catholic and Protestant philosophies; so, Nathaniel's more subdued outfits became popular with clients who wanted to preserve their vow to God & rebuke the trappings of the material world while still remaining tasteful. A direct opposition from the French fashions of the time that loved to flaunt their opulence...

⚜️ The Webbs fall out of prominence in the English court when Catherine Parr transfers her position as Queen to the next in line. At least the Webbs had their thriving business! The popularity of the Webb shops make up for their decline in court, however. Not much changes for them in terms of finances. They enjoy more success in the fashion business than they ever did in court. Second only to Liberty London; their only real competition within the textile trade in England...

⚜️ Around 300 years pass. The business the Webbs started in the 1500's understandably goes through various ups and downs. When the 1800's roll around, the ruling patriarch of the Webb family is Joseph Webb. He has 2 sons & one daughter who dies very early on into her childhood. This devastates Joseph. He never emotionally recovers. The sons are mostly raised by their mother and neglected by their icy father. Joseph plunges himself into work, trying to reclaim the "glory days" of the family business in order to cope with his grief. He sees a burgeoning opportunity in the Americas to reestablish & expand his trade in new lands where the Webb family could flourish without their old competition.

⚜️ In 1855, the Webbs board a ship going to the Americas after saying their goodbyes to London. Unfortunately, Joseph dies during the journey to the New World. He is survived by his two sons and his wife. The business is transferred to the oldest son, Harding Webb. The Webbs set up shop in New Orleans. The competition, however, is unexpectedly fierce as New Orleans is predominantly opulent of attitude & favors French fashions. The more austere outfits that the Webbs specialize in aren't as popular here. The family struggles to thrive in the Big Easy...

Side Note: In TVD canon, the Originals were present in New Orleans in the 1820s. But in my DR, the Original's presence in NOLA has been extended to 1855.

⚜️ While Harding Webb was the extroverted one, his little brother William was the quiet & introverted one. He had no mind for money, business, or building a reputation in this new land his family had moved themselves to. He was far more interested in books, education, & documenting what he saw. However, with the Webbs struggling, William was forced to put his books aside to work as a tailor in the shop while Harding ingratiated himself into society upon the premise that you're only as rich as the people you know. William doesn't acclimate well to being a tailor and longs for London. For the solitude of his library. For a more civilized conversation amongst learned men. As if answering William's prayer, Elijah Mikaelson strolls into the store on a slow & muggy afternoon...

⚜️ Not easily impressed by the opulent and gaudy fashions of NOLA's clothing shoppes, Elijah gives the Webb's store an opportunity to design his clothes. Elijah prefers the "less is more" approach that the Webbs specialize in and commissions them to design several suits, ties, and other apparel for him. William spends time taking Elijah's measurements & going over different materials with the man. During this process, Elijah and William bond over a mutual love of books and reading the classics. They become quick friends. Elijah often visits the shop after his initial purchase to commission more clothes...but soon turns into an excuse to talk to someone "civilized" like him. They begin exchanging books with each other.

⚜️ Meanwhile, Harding Webb has fallen into the partying and gambling crowd, inevitably coming into contact with Klaus Mikaelson & the socialites of New Orleans. Harding Webb thinks he can amass reputation, wealth, and status by "playing the game." He is spending large sums putting on fake appearances and gambling than he is investing into the Webb clothing store. Klaus sees Harding as a little man with little dreams and doesn't really like him. Klaus begins conspiring to kill Harding in a way that he feels suits the power-hungry attention seeker. He caught Harding flirting with HIS Rebekah, after all...

⚜️ Meanwhile, Elijah has been putting some major distance in-between himself & Klaus. He's been spending more time with William; discussing reading materials, philosophies, world-views, politics, culture, and everything else. One day, Elijah shows up to the Webb shoppe with a new book. An old book. Elijah asks William if he could translate it since the book isn't written in any (known) language. It seems like a bunch of gibberish to him. Even though he's certain the book contains some mystery. William says he loves a challenge & agrees to take a crack at deciphering it. Will doesn't really understand what he's actually agreeing to or how this decision will change the course of his (and his descendants) lives forever.

⚜️ A storm descends upon New Orleans. It blankets the colony-city in harsh rain, wind, hail, and lightning. For a week, New Orleans is locked down while the weather batters & beats it. During this time, nobody is visiting the shop much. William finally has time to spend on decoding the mystery of the book that Elijah gave him. Harding, strangely, has not come home...although, that isn't too odd for Harding who was prone to partying and debauchery. The only one who really notices that he's gone is Mrs. Webb (Samantha). Will holes himself up in his library during the rain storm, studying the book. The symbols and language inside of it are like nothing he has ever seen before. Just looking at it's pages scrambles his brain. And maybe it's just the ambiance of the storm, but Will swears that something is watching him from the corners of the library. A shadow of a man...

⚜️ William works long hours into the night in the library. He'd fall asleep on his desk while attempting to translate the book. Maybe the obsession to figure out the language fueled the weird nightmares he began to have? Will would dream of a priest. Of blood, death, & pages upon pages of ink. He'd wake, feeling on the edge of madness. Meanwhile, the rain and the storm outside raged...

⚜️ On the sixth day of the storm, in the dead of night, William is visited by Elijah. The man looks somehow different than his usual face. A deeper darkness that William hadn't seen before was present there. A small, ruby stain was there on his starched and pristine collar. Elijah asks Will if he's translated the book yet and Will shakes his head. Says no, tells Elijah that he's not even sure if it can be translated. Or if the language is legitimate. Elijah seems disappointed in Will's answer but accepts it nonetheless. He tells Will with a heavy heart to keep the book as a gift from him. Then, he stares William directly in the eyes & tells Will that he needs to leave New Orleans with his mother. That his brother is dead, he took his own life. And that the Webb family shouldn't come back. Elijah instructs Will to focus on settling down in an area that was out of the way from the popular colonies, somewhere not in Louisiana. And to forget about Elijah, his family, & their friendship entirely.

⚜️ On the 7th day of the storm, William and his mother pack their essentials. On the 8th day, the storm breaks, and the Webbs leave their house in New Orleans. They moved to Virginia to a small settlement called Mystic Falls. Among their things is the book...

⚜️ The Webbs are successful in Mystic Falls as tailors & running their fashions and textile shop. They began enjoying the refinements of their earlier Tudor-era wealth again. They began the construction of an estate with the shop a few blocks down from it. They switch signature austerity to include more frivolous designs with Samantha now contributing to the business as a tailor herself. Samantha's clients included: Katherine Pierce and Pearl at one point. Will's clients included the Fells, Gilberts, Salvatores, & the Lockwoods.

⚜️ William continues to suffer from strange, vivid nightmares after leaving New Orleans. The priest torments him into the early hours of the morning, calling upon Will to read the book and decode its secrets. Will grows a bit weirder than normal as the years stretch on. The influence of the book seemingly a stain now on his soul. One person he does admit this experience to is Jonathan Gilbert who is both intrigued and wary of William's claim at the same time...

⚜️ Will Webb doesn't participate in the 1864 "round up" event of Mystic Falls. As such, he isn't killed by Stefan or Damon Salvatore at the dinner party event. William does end up helping Jonathan with his experiments after the Salvatore brothers killed the Gilberts and friends. While Jonathan was obsessed with the Originals, Will is obsessed with the book. Will feels, at this point, that the priest inside his nightmares is actually an angel who has been sent to guide him to a permanent and eternal solution to the vampire menace. He just has to translate the complex linguistic code. Jonathan Gilbert disagrees, saying the most direct route to killing the vampires is to kill the Originals with the White Oak stake. It drives a significant wedge between the two. Jonathan feels that William's research won't gain the results they need and that the book is useless...

⚜️ The next event seals the "cursed" urban legend of the Webbs in Mystic Falls forever. William had been slowly decoding the book with the help of the priest in his nightmares. He finds that the book actually documents a ritual that, when enacted, could transform a regular human into a "super slayer" with the help of an archangel. At this same time, Will was dealing with the slow death of his mom who was sick. He saw an opportunity in that moment to prevent Samantha Webb from a terrible death and test out the ritual. On the day of a solar eclipse, William tries to make his mother into the first super slayer. He fails spectacularly. William is blamed for murder & insanity by the town of Mystic Falls. While both the Augustine Society & the Founder's Council know the truth of what William was working on, they unanimously bury the truth of William's work. William Webb goes down in history as a boogeyman in Mystic Falls. A scary urban legend similar to the Sanderson Sisters or the Headless Horseman.

Side Note: In my DR, Sleepy Hollow, Hocus Pocus, & Supernatural universes are linked.

⚜️ William Webb is survived by his wife and daughter who inherit the fashions and textile shop along with a considerable fortune. The taboo of William's insanity remains a smear on the family, however. Any Webb who lives in Mystic Falls is haunted by the whispers of speculation the town has on William Webb & what drove him to madness. Meanwhile, the book is passed down from each generation; an heirloom piece now. Its true nature is lost with William Webb's death. However! There's some information written within the Gilbert journals about William's book & what he was working on. Both the Augustine Society and the Founder's Council thinks the experiment that Will botched as an unfortunate result of the war against vampires.

your (accidental) memories from the originals dr gave me sm motivation try shift there again- 😭 i can’t wait for you to elaborate on this dr more (if you wanna ofc no pressure)

can’t ask from my shifting blog so i hit the anonymous option but i reblogged both of your posts with memories today <3

OH! I'm really happy (and also kind of relieved) that my rambles about this...whatever it is that's happening...provides you some inspiration to go on your own adventures in TVD!! It's an interesting place to say the least. And yeah, to be honest? What I've written so far is just the tip of the iceberg. I have a lot more shifting stories to share, especially now that I've started using my Taglock Method to tug back on the pulls I've been getting. Last night, I went in voluntarily and wrote the trip down in my journal. This next week I'll be transferring my field notes (from last night) in with an overall breakdown of the DR itself. All of this stuff began with that fanfiction Dawn Misplaced. *Slight chuckles* I put too much of myself into that OC of mine... I kind of have a fire lit under my ass to figure out what's on the other end of that pull so y'all will probably be sick of me rambling about this by the time I'm through, haha! But if you like Mikaelson content, I got you covered in spades. I also have stories from other DRs that I play in that're more...tame??? I'm eager to start posting about them too. May your shifting happen effortlessly, Anon. I'm wishing you the best!

P.S. If you do run into Klaus in your TVD shifts, don't mention me please.