It Felt As If Just Moments Ago, She Was Bracing For Impact Of A Crash And Then, She Was Lying In A Coffin

@chamxmuse

GILMORE GIRLS REWATCH ↳ “Say Goodnight, Gracie” (3x20)

ever since the masquerade, gabriela began keeping tabs on each of her children's whereabouts. the only kid she couldn't find was marina, something that sent the whole family on a search. even though they didn't want kaya in such public spaces, especially with raymis back, they also couldn't say no to the the thing that kept their daughter steady. ever since she was a child, kaya thrived when given paints and crayons. dreams, nightmares, and even memories all strewn around her makeshift art room for her to create.

so despite every part of her wanting to say no, she gave in but also decided to stay close. the demon sensed something in the air, a malevolent force that arrived just before the light disappeared from the city. "it's just me babygirl, i stayed near by just incase and well looks like that was a great idea." taking out her phone, she turned on the flashlight and began looking for some candles. "let's get some supplies and head back home."

open to all ! location: dutch alley artists timeline: plotdrop #002 @inaducursehqstarters

Kaya stood in front of an easel in the corner of the art gallery. As one of the artists in the previous showcase, she had an obligation to work a "service shift" as the gallery owner had called it. But basically, it just meant she had to paint live for anyone who might be browsing the gallery at the time. The place was mostly empty, though, so it was just like painting alone in her studio. No eyes, just her and the canvas.

Unfortunately, ever since unlocking her demonic prowess at the masquerade, she hadn't been able to paint like she used to. No, there had been no landscapes of sandy beaches or past friends in flower fields. The canvas in front of her, instead, featured a wolf caught aflame, the fire spreading through the same wildflowers, leaving ruin in its wake.

Just as the door chimed, letting her know that someone had entered the gallery, the lights flickered and then went out completely. She flipped the brush in her hand, holding it handle side out like a weapon. "Hello?" she called, not moving from her position. "Who's there?"

gabriela nodded, wanting it to be true that this was all just stress, but the demon felt far from that. tyler was home, her children were all in one place, yet there was an uneasiness that wrapped around her and it wouldn't shake. "college is stressful, even when i loved being there, i'm really glad i never have to take another test again." pursing their lips, gabi gave the other a look, brows furrowed because it was weird to say any of this. "the dead they are coming back to life and i'm pretty sure there is something sinister lurking about as some chain reaction to this all. so i need you to be careful, i know you can handle yourself, but just be extra cautious."

it felt a bit of a relief that she heard gabriela mention that she could sense something, it made her feel as if she wasn’t going mad and she was sure other humans could sense a strangeness in the air, after all, that was what she was.

hearing the question, she paused for a moment on thought, a shrug soon followed. “yeah I have.” a pause followed again for a few seconds. “but I’ve been stressed with college and they happen when I get stressed and that.” she added. stress, it had to be stress.

open starter ⊹₊ ⋆ plotdrop#003 : spirit of fear; @inaducursehqstarters muses ⊹₊ ⋆ eleanor hildegard location ⊹₊ ⋆paradigm garden

one moment, eleanor was about to enjoy her last s'more of the night, the next she saw the most interesting light in the sky, followed by the feeling as if the sweet treat in her hand was going to poison her. throwing the beautiful crafted delicacy right into the bonfire, she then jumped back and began to look at the people around her. all of them had the same look of fear in their eyes. what had trigged this distress out of nowhere? but she couldn't question it long as the morbid thoughts bubbled in her chest once more. every single person around her was a threat, hell the last time she died it was at the hands of someone trusted, so what was to stop total strangers?

gripping her belongings, elle made a dash for the exit. the only thought on her mind was survival from the scary world that surrounded.

EVERY FEMALE CHARACTER THAT I LOVE (in alphabetical order) JOSIE SALTZMAN - LEGACIES I was afraid of being strong. I thought being strong meant hurting Lizzie or being like Kai. I told myself that being powerful meant being evil. But it doesn’t. Hope is strong. And she’s good. You made a story, I made a story where I was powerless but that’s not true. Because I can change this story.

there was a lingering headache that wouldn't leave the demons head, no matter how much coffee or temple rubs, the ringing stayed persistent. so as they watched their son flop onto the sofa with no regard for anything, it caused their blood to boil. she'd stuff it back down though, never allowing her anger around other things be spewed at her children. however, that was before raymis had come back and kidnapped her child, tortured her child all because she decided to let love in. who would've thought what gabi considered her biggest achievements, would come back to haunt her the same way mistakes did. taking a deep breath, she walked over towards sammy, leaning against the door frame with a raised eyebrow.

"where have you been?" her tone was mixed, so many emotions were swirling through her body. it was impossible to figure out which one was meant to be felt.

Open starter for Sammy lockwood - @inaducursehqstarters

Sammy had been completely oblivious to the events that had befallen new Orleans the previous evening. He had been embroiled in his own eventful noght of course his was a positive one... at least to Sammy it was. He had left jack in the room after a promise to catch him again soon and numbers exchanged and no sooner than he left a text rolled through that had led to a continuous thread of texts. The other male seemed to have enjoyed sammys company as much as Sammy did and he seemed to know all the right things to say.

He made his way back into the lock woods residence and flopped down onto a sofa in the living quarters before smiling to himself as another text flashed on his phone. It was so engrossed he hadn't realised another was with him.

gabriela couldn't help but give hope a soft smile, she was always unsure of how to greet the demon, most likely due to the odd relationship between hope and tyler. they didn't blame hope for feeling such animosity towards their husband, but also felt the need to defend him each time. the balance provided a weird balance for the whole mikaelson-lockwood clan. however, now that she was in the faction, gabbi grew closer with hayley and tolerated klaus. shaking her head softly, she then nodded in agreement. "you can call me gabbi, by the way and you're right these dresses have a lot of fabric. i've always been a fan of a nice satin slip dress, feels nice against the skin, easy to get off...." her voice got lower, realizing that she was not in the presence of someone her age. sure, hope knew all about the birds and bees, but being a mom meant that not everyone felt comfortable speaking on the topic. clearing her throat, the demon took a sip of their champagne and smirked. "don't tell your mom i said that."

PAYING ATTENTION TO ANYTHING but the massive amount of fabric that the tribid had to currently mange to walk in, was proving to be a tad difficult. dainty hands, were gripping the corners of her dress, she'd glided her way through the many interested parties with promises of saving a dance or twelve for those that asked ( with no intention of delivering of course ) an ocean colored gaze, looked around, taking hold of a champagne flute, she allowed one side of her gown to drop. only coming to a sharp halt as she lightly slammed into someone else, the person appearing unfamiliar for a moment, before her gaze focused. " oh.. gab... mrs. lockwood? " their families weren't close ⸺ in fact her friendship with kaya was merely a few years old, and while she held the hellhound in high regard the history between families was a bit too dense to ignore. " still learning to navigate this thing. " she mused with an awkward laugh. " should have asked for an INSTRUCTION manual before wearing it. "

by the time gabriela found tyler after being seperated in the crowd, she noticed that he had two drinks in hand. a smile grew on her lips, as she walked over to her husband. still in awe with the way he looked tonight. it didn't matter that raymis was back, as long as she had her husband nothing stood in their way. taking the other glass from his hand, her fingers rubbed gently against his hand, feeling content any time his skin touched hers. "there are a lot of things that will probably happen tonight that aren't good ideas while a killer is on the loose." winking before taking a sip of her drink, the demon stood by tyler's side, her hip resting next to his as they scanned the room. "it's going to be much harder to spot who it could be with everyone hiding their faces."

shrugging, she turned to face him and draped an arm around his shoulders, her face getting closer to his ear. "who owns this bar?"

↷ open ╳ @inaducursehqstarters ↷ muse playing ╳ tyler lockwood ↷ location ╳ vaso bar and venue (bywater ) ↷ event ╳ enchanted evening masquerade

tyler had gone to the masquerade enchanted ball with his wife , gabriela . yet , they had separated momentarily while he left to get them drinks . the lockwolf took two of the champagne glasses that were offered by a waiter before he placed the champagne glass to his lips . " a masquerade ball while a killer is still out on the loose can't be a good idea . " he breathed , his inner thought brought to light .

No longer a danger to herself or others She made up her mind and laced up her shoes Yelled down the hall, but nobody answered So she walked outside without an excuse She can do anything she wants to She can do whatever she wants to do She could go home, but she's not going to

it was often that josie would see her twin sister in a crowd, only to blink and realize it was her mind playing tricks, because of course she wasn't actually there. yet, each time she closed her eyes tightly to re-open them, lizzie still managed to be standing there only feet away. "what the..." she trailed off, her whole face growing warm which was met with an icy chill. the whole thing was overstimulating and it didn't take long for the panic to bubble from her stomach into her chest.

the remark made her scowl, the same way she would before the merge. "elizabeth saltzman you can't seriously be risen from the dead and shocked that me of all people are staring." running to her twin, she hugged her tightly, not even waiting for the other to adjust. to hold lizzie near caused tears to fill josie's eyes. "is it really you?" with the way her life had been lately, she wouldn't be shocked if this was some sick joke.

location: a bench in the French quarter.

open: to all @inaducursehqstarters

she was enjoying the feeling of being alive, herself trying to ignore the feeling of uneasiness that was felt through ever bone and vein in her body. eyes closed, head tilted upwards, trying to catch the sun rays against her face. “you know, if you took a picture, it would last longer.” lizzie remarked, opening her eyes to look at the other.