GIRLS LIKE ME LOVE ANCIENT THINKING we wear robes stained with yesterday’s wine.
our chests studded with arrows , our hands seared with ink.
we drink from silver goblets left out for the prophet.
we are abandoned , in love with our gore.
the heavy door propped wide open to let the night in
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"That's also an option." He said with a shrug of his shoulders. Vincent could feel the magic coming from her too, but there was something else about her, something different that was catching his attention and curiosity. "Well, I can understand that. Keeping out loved ones away from danger and trouble." He paused. "It can be quite the burden though, depending on who you are looking over."
A soft hum escaped her at that, fingers tapping lightly against the railing as she considered his words. Burden wasn't exactly the word she would have chosen. ❝ ⸻ Perhaps. ❞ Her gaze remained fixed on the crowd below, though it wasn't the partygoers she was watching. ❝ Some people are worth the trouble. Worth the worry. ❞ she replied quietly. ❝ Even when they spend years finding new and creative ways to make your life difficult. ❞ The corner of her mouth twitched upward, something fond and exasperated crossing her features for only a moment.
she finally, she glanced toward Vincent. ❝ Though I imagine anyone who cares enough to watch over someone eventually learns that lesson the hard way. ... And what about you? You don't strike me as the type to attend parties unless there's a reason. So who's the one keeping you here tonight? ❞
jenna always felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb at events like these. she could practically feel the town watching her, judging her, waiting for her to prove every terrible thing they'd ever said about her right. especially here, at the lockwood estate, where she was constantly reminded that she'd never quite measure up. the town screw-up. the girl who ran away and came crawling back after her sister and brother-in-law died. the woman everyone seemed convinced would eventually let those kids down. and maybe they were right.
mystic falls had always felt suffocating to her. the gossip, the cliques, the way everyone knew everyone else's business. she'd spent most of her life trying to escape it. yet somehow she'd ended up right back where she'd started, surrounded by people she didn't particularly like and expected to smile at anyway. she was a little tipsy. mostly because there was no way she was surviving an evening at her ex's family estate completely sober.
seeing elena by the pool offered a welcome distraction. she'd barely had two seconds to process why her niece was suddenly sitting alone with her feet in the water before the comment registered. her smile faltered. " wow. a little morbid, don't you think, elena? " she laughed, lowering herself onto the edge of the pool beside her. " i mean, unless we're talking in a slightly sluttier sense. then i'm absolutely interested in playing that game. " her gaze followed the other's toward the crowd. " so? who's sneaking off with someone they shouldn't be? " jenna asked, lifting her drink for another sip. " personally, i'm rooting for lizzie forbes. that girl deserves one reckless night. "
The faint smile lingering on Tatia's lips widened slightly at the woman's assumption. For a moment, she simply watched the other settle beside her before her eyes drifted toward the pair disappearing further into the shadows beyond the party. ❝ I suppose your version is considerably less tragic than mine. ❞ A soft hum followed as she took another sip from her glass. her accent was just as strong as any other. she won't pretend to be someone she is not. she saw no reason to either.
❝ People have a habit of believing they're making clever decisions after enough alcohol. In my experience, that rarely ends well. ❞ The Viking turned her attention toward Jenna for the first time, studying her briefly. There was something tired beneath the humor. Something familiar. She had seen that look on warriors returning from battle, on mothers carrying burdens they never asked for, on people trying very hard to convince themselves they were fine.
❝ And yet, ❞ she continued, glancing back toward the crowd, ❝ I suspect you did not come out here because you were concerned about strangers making poor choices. ❞ A knowing smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. ❝ You strike me as someone hiding from the party rather than enjoying it. ❞
Vincent let out a chuckle, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Is it really that obvious?" He had never been someone who liked to stand out, he always did his best to stay in the background, to the side away from the crowds and observing everything. He liked to be aware of his surroundings. "I've had one drink so far and I believe that is all I'm getting." He told her. "So why did you come to the party? If it isn't your scene?" He asked, titling his head to the side.
❝ or I could just be good at reading witches . ❞ she lightly chuckled before eyes went over the crowd . scanning the area . not only could she feel the magic coming from him , but years of being alive , every species had their own distinct scent . ❝ ⸻ watching over someone I hold very dear to me ❞ she simply stated . which wasn't a lie . she knew klaus was going to be here , along with the rest of his siblings . watching over KLAUS MIKAELSON over the centuries had become something she couldn't really put into words .
Floki is tatia's older brother by 15 years. While their father raised them all as warriors and to tend to the farm, it was floki and ubbe who had a hand in truly taking care of her.
an eccentric and joyful man with a bizarre and zany air about him and is often the source of entertainment among his friends and family. Though this is arguably a facade to hide the more serious and emotionally troubled man brooding beneath the surface.
Nonetheless, he is sincere in his loyalty to his family , especially tatia , and is regarded as an equal if nothing less than an individual of particularly high standing among the other warriors .
despite his seemingly nonchalant and apparently strange facade, Floki is very dedicated and proud of his work. one very important aspect of Floki's personality is his fierce devotion to the Norse Pantheon. He is the most religious of the siblings. Floki has shown on many occasions to be remarkably intolerant towards those who do not share his faith ; He is prone to viewing many events as having religious or spiritual significance and even sees visions from his gods.
despite his skinny stature, he is a lethal adversary who was not afraid to defy what is "usual" and invent his own ways. Floki is also a very able and knowledgeable shipwright and carpenter, creating the longship which allows their people to travel that landed them in what is called mystic falls , which earned him the nickname "Floki the Boatbuilder." Hints of a spiritual ability have been made.
UBBE ⸻
Ubbe is a complicated person much like their father. older than tatia by 10 years, he is quite protective of her and of her sons. He is smart, curious, ambitious, and not without his flaws. He can have times of great despair, impulsivity, doubt, and being overly fascinated with his death.
despite this, compared to his brother, Ubbe is a compassionate soul and the one who most dreams of peaceful life with his loved ones and people. He is also sharp, assertive, cunning, responsible, and loyal. Ubbe is the most brutally honest of his family. makes sure floki never gets his nephews and tatia into trouble.
With a weapon in his hands he becomes a wild and reckless warrior to whom combat seems almost a joyous pursuit, Ubbe is also shown to be incredibly cruel, as he takes great pleasure in torturing and killing his enemies.
He is also more unhinged than his brother. Both brothers seem to be defined by their love of combat. They talk about how they feel most alive while fighting, cackle madly as they fight, and even take a moment to horseplay with each other in the middle of a melee.
As the second oldest of son, he’s naturally protective of tatia. a Viking though and through, and his glee at someone being blood-eagled almost rivals tatia’s youngest son, aethelwulf's in sheer creepiness.
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"It's definitely the second option, I do not even know why I agreed to come to this party." A sigh escaped Vincent's lips as he joined the other in the patio, the sound of music blasting from inside the house behind him. "I might be leaving soon, already made my presence known, this is not my scene."
Anora didn’t turn right away, her gaze still fixed on the dark yard beyond the patio as if the night itself was more interesting than the party behind them. ❝ ⸻ Smart choice. ❞ she said at last, voice calm, almost amused. ❝ Most people don’t realize that until it’s too late and they’re already three drinks in pretending they’re having fun ... besides You don’t seem like the type that blends into crowds anyway. ❞ faint smirk graced her lips. ❝ Neither am I, if I’m being honest. ❞
The dark burgundy dress she wore clung beautifully against her frame. it was a far cry from the leathers and furs she had once known. It fit her well enough, though Tatia still wasn't entirely convinced modern fashion was practical. In truth, she was given the dress by the one who freed her and tatia hadn't planned on attending. Still, curiosity had won.
Mystic Falls always seemed to attract the unusual, and after spending so long asleep beneath its soil, she found herself wanting to see what kind of creatures now walked the town's streets. the Viking woman eventually slipped away from the crowd and settled at the edge of the Lockwood pool. Her heels had long since been abandoned beside her as bare feet dipped beneath the cool water. Small ripples spread across the surface with every absent swing of her legs. From her quiet corner, Tatia watched.
Humans laughing without a care in the world. Vampires pretending to breathe. Wolves carrying that familiar restless energy beneath their skin. Witches scattered among them all, their magic lingering like a scent she could still recognize after a thousand years. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before she lifted her drink for another sip.
❝ ⸻ Someone’s not going to make it home tonight . ❞ she mutters . Her gaze settled briefly on a group across the yard going off into the corner away from the crowd.
he moves through the revelers with measured grace, his steps unhurried as he approaches the edge of the pool. recognizes the restless grace in her every movement, that quiet intensity that betrays a thousand years of history. tatia. interesting new surprises every single day, this town.
' you look remarkably at home in the present century wearing a gown like that. ' his voice maintains its calm, smooth baritone as he comes to a halt a few feet away from her, his gaze briefly tracking the direction hers had just drifted. mere humans. she's certainly correct in assuming some won't make it home tonight, knowing he's left two particularly savage brothers inside just behind him. ' i must admit, i didn't expect to find you here. though i do suppose mystic falls has a peculiar habit of tempting the departed. ' slides his gaze back to her still form, calculating. ' would you care to explain yourself, tatia ? '
A soft laugh escaped her before she could stop it. Of all the things Elijah Mikaelson could have said upon finding a woman long believed dead sitting beside a swimming pool a thousand years later, that was what he chose. Slowly, Tatia lifted her gaze toward him. ❝ ⸻ The gown was not my choice. ❞
The corner of her mouth twitched before she looked back toward the water. For a moment, silence settled between them. Then came the question. Would you care to explain yourself, Tatia? Her gaze lowered to the ripples around her feet.
❝ The last thing I remember is Esther. Her knife across my throat. choking on my own blood . Her spell. Then ... nothing and everything all at once. ❞ A pause. ❝ That woman refused to let me die so she hid me in the caves behind the falls. ❞ Only then did she finally look back at him.
For a moment she simply studied him, the familiar lines of his face unchanged despite the passing of a millennium. Then, without another word, she shifted slightly and extended a hand toward him. ❝ Come sit with me, 'lijah. ❞ A faint smile touched her lips. ❝ Unless you've become too important to dangle your feet in a pool ... If we're to discuss impossible things, I'd rather not do it with you standing over me like a disappointed king passing judgment. ❞ she lightly teased .
parties were hardly his cup of tea. the thought of mingling with dozens of loud , rowdy strangers was wholly disinteresting to the immortal. he much preferred a more intimate gathering with friends or family , quaint and refined. the noise , however , was often of some comfort. reminded him that he was here , present and alive , no longer stored in a box in some dusty old warehouse.
' the latter. ' he responds gently , bowing his head in a soft nod of agreement. ' what might you be hiding from? '
Anora's gaze remained fixed across the crowd, fingers idly tapping against the side of her cup as she tracked a particular figure weaving through the party. ❝ Not hiding. ❞ A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. ❝ ⸻ Watching. There's a difference. ❞ Only then did she glance toward Finn briefly before her eyes drifted back to her target. ❝ People tend to reveal who they are when they think nobody's paying attention. ❞
he catches the tail-end of her words, footsteps slowing just a few feet away. gives a knowing smile; the kind of look reserved for someone who's spent well over a century ducking into shadows and corners to outrun the endless noise.
' something like that second option. ' leans casually against the opposite rail, keeping a respectful distance. ' i'm guessing you like all the music and crowds and normal people's idea of fun about as much as i do ? '
anora's gaze shifted from the treeline to stefan joining her at the railing. for a moment she simply studied him, an unreadable look crossing her features before a faint laugh escaped her. she remembered him from when klaus and rebekah were in Chicago and she simply watched from a far ❝ ⸻ is it that obvious ? ❞ the question was light, though there was something older lingering beneath it. she glanced back toward the house where music still rattled the windows.
❝ i suppose i understand why people enjoy it. loud music, too much alcohol, pretending the world isn't falling apart for a few hours. ❞ her shoulders lifted in a small shrug. ❝ it's just never really been my thing. crowds make people careless. and when people get careless, they usually make a mess of things. ❞ a corner of her mouth tugged upward. ❝ besides, if everyone is inside having fun, someone should probably stay out here and appreciate the silence. ❞ her eyes drifted back toward him then, curious. ❝ though somehow i get the feeling you're not hiding out here because the music is too loud. people don't usually wear that look unless they're trying to escape something else. ❞
kai stepped out onto the patio and immediately winced as the door shut behind him. ❝ oh, thank god or whatever is up there. ❞ he took a loud, dramatic breath of fresh air before glancing over and realizing it was anora. ❝ okay, so maybe i was looking for the escape route... in my defense, there's only so much terrible music a guy can handle before he starts evaluating his exits. ❞ he stepped closer towards her. ❝ although, i gotta say finding you out here definitely improves the situation. ❞
Anora's smile appeared before she could stop it, amusement flickering across her features as she watched him make a show of breathing in the fresh air. ❝ ⸻ Improving the situation is a pretty high compliment coming from you. Aren't you usually the one making situations worse? ❞
She reached over, plucking an imaginary piece of lint from his shirt before letting her hand linger against his chest for a brief moment. ❝ Then again ... maybe you're just saying that because I'm significantly more attractive than everyone else in there. ❞ Anora tilted her head slightly. ❝ Actually, no. Let's not pretend. We both know that's exactly why you're saying it. ❞ The smirk she gave him was downright shameless.
❝ Tell me, Kai... if I had stayed inside, would you still be out here pretending to hate the party? Or would you suddenly be having the time of your life? ❞
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The dark burgundy dress she wore clung beautifully against her frame. it was a far cry from the leathers and furs she had once known. It fit her well enough, though Tatia still wasn't entirely convinced modern fashion was practical. In truth, she was given the dress by the one who freed her and tatia hadn't planned on attending. Still, curiosity had won.
Mystic Falls always seemed to attract the unusual, and after spending so long asleep beneath its soil, she found herself wanting to see what kind of creatures now walked the town's streets. the Viking woman eventually slipped away from the crowd and settled at the edge of the Lockwood pool. Her heels had long since been abandoned beside her as bare feet dipped beneath the cool water. Small ripples spread across the surface with every absent swing of her legs. From her quiet corner, Tatia watched.
Humans laughing without a care in the world. Vampires pretending to breathe. Wolves carrying that familiar restless energy beneath their skin. Witches scattered among them all, their magic lingering like a scent she could still recognize after a thousand years. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before she lifted her drink for another sip.
❝ ⸻ Someone’s not going to make it home tonight . ❞ she mutters . Her gaze settled briefly on a group across the yard going off into the corner away from the crowd.
❝ i mean, i guess you could do beer. but like why, when we have all the things to make a pina colada? ❞ already tipsy and buzzing, her body swaying to the beat of whatever song was playing as she stood by the make shift bar area. ❝ want one? im known to make a mean drink. ❞
anora lingered a few steps back from the makeshift bar, watching Caroline sway like the floor was doing half the work for her. The music pulsed through the room, but Anora stayed oddly still against it, arms loosely crossed as her gaze flicked between the bottles and the blonde’s enthusiastic grin.
❝ You’re already this far gone and you’re offering to handle sharp objects and alcohol mixing? ❞ she asked, voice dry but not unkind.
damon had gotten bored approximately twenty minutes after arriving, which was a new record. the bad thing is when he was bored the line of good decision and bad decisions blurred into something fantastic that screamed like an old nike commerical: just do it! he was standing on top of tyler lockwood’s kitchen island while half the party was gathered around him with drinks and phones in hand. “yolo... isn’t that what the kids still say?” yeah, maybe in 2012 but who cares ??? with absolutely no regard for common sense or self preservation, he launched himself from the island and caught the ceiling fan’s center rod. the entire fixture jerked around violently, but spun once and he landed on the opposite counter top. “i’d rate that like a solid ten out of ten, maybe eleven.”
She tilts her head slightly as Damon swings from the ceiling fan like a drunk god trying to impress a crowd that will forget him by morning. ❝ ⸻ Ten out of ten. ❞ she repeats, glancing toward the ceiling fan that now appears to be questioning its own existence. ❝ I admire your confidence. I would have given the fan a six for surviving the experience. ❞
It is strange. here stood another woman wearing features so familiar they felt almost borrowed. the corner of her mouth twitched upward, amusement flickering briefly across otherwise calm features. ❝ Brothers have a remarkable talent for disappointing us. ❞
tatia tilted her head slightly. ❝ ⸻ So. Do you intend to actually distract yourself, or are we going to spend the evening watching him and imagining increasingly creative ways to knock sense into him? Because I have found the latter to be surprisingly therapeutic. ❞
The music was loud enough to shake the walls, bodies packed shoulder to shoulder throughout the Lockwood estate as laughter and drunken conversations blended into one endless blur of noise. Anora stood near the edge of it all, a red cup dangling loosely from her fingers as she watched the crowd rather than joined it.
with a quiet sigh, she slipped away from the main crowd and headed toward the back patio in search of fresh air. The moment she stepped outside, the noise dulled behind her. Leaning against the railing, Anora tilted her head back toward the night sky, letting the cool air settle her nerves. the sound of approaching footsteps caught her attention.
without looking over, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. ❝ ⸻ If you're looking for the host, you're about the twentieth person tonight. If you're looking to escape the party, congratulations. You've found the right spot. ❞
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HOW TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE IN DOPPLEGANGERS ⸻
A physical trait that stands out and puts Tatiana out different from the rest of her doppelgangers besides her personality , accent , longer hair than others , and how she carries herself , is the scar of a werewolf attack on her right side of her upper thigh when she was in battle and before she met the man ( werewolf ) who fathered her twins .
The scar is light and slightly faint against her olive skin and while it is a flaw , there is a beauty to it as it matches her and how she carries herself completely.
As a viking she takes great pride in her battle scars and isn’t afraid to show it.
* ⸻ ◜ ❏ . ⸻ &. ···· did you see 🔍︎ TATIA PETROVSDOTTIR after everything that’s been happening in mystic falls lately? the 1000+ year old WITCH ( PSYCHIC ) has been around town more than usual lately. most people know them for being VEHEMENT, though they can get pretty MERCILESS when pushed. lately they’ve had “ WHO IS SHE — IMONSTER” on repeat and their camera roll is probably full of THE CALMING SOUND OF RAIN AGAINST PAVEMENT , THE GODS SMILING ON BRAVE WOMEN LIKE THE VALKYRIES WHOSE FURIES MEN FEAR AND DESIRE , A VIKING QUEEN , AN EXQUISITE BEAUTY IN SILK AND LACES. if you ask me, they look exactly like NINA DOBREV but that might just be a coincidence… right?
BASIC ⸻
full name : tatiana petrovsdottir .
age : 25 / 1000+ .
date of birth : june 22nd .
occupation : shield-maiden / farmer ( when alive ) .
species : doppelganger / witch .
language(s) spoken : english , old norse , german , icelandic , bulgarian .
hair color : brown .
eye color : hazel brown .
notable scars : a werewolf scratch on her upper thigh .
children : asbjorn ( unknown ) , aethelwulf (unknown) .
BIO ⸻
⸻ originally from Kattegat, a village and its kingdom , located on the shores of a fjord in what is now known as southern Norway, her people travelled and settled to the village that is now known as mystic falls. she is a Viking woman soft-spoken enough to disappear into the background if people aren’t paying close attention, yet impossible to fully forget once noticed. She shows devotion to her family, her people, and her gods.
⸻ long before Mystic Falls, Tatia was born and raised as a shield maiden among Vikings, shaped by war, loyalty, and survival from the moment she could hold a weapon. Fiercely devoted to her family, her people, and the old gods, Tatia grew into a warrior known for her brutality toward enemies and unwavering resolve in battle. There has always been something unsettlingly timeless about her, something ancient hidden beneath warm smiles, tired eyes, and carefully chosen silence. No one truly realizes what she is, nor the history buried beneath her skin
⸻ having two older brothers who finds joy and often laughs during their plunders, whether they are killing or discovering new things in the land they visit in their time alive.
⸻ mercy was never something freely given. If blood needed spilling, she spilled it without hesitation, and when information was needed from captives, her people often looked to her specifically. Tatia never feared becoming vicious when necessary; she simply understood violence as part of survival. Though she possesses abilities she rarely reveals, there are moments when even that restraint disappears.
⸻ she had twins. fathered by a werewolf . asbjorn and aethelwulf . they broke their curse young ( asbjorn at 6 and aethelwulf at 4 ) so she would be gone every full moon. kept it hidden . one of may secrets she held.
⸻ unlike the stories history says, Tatia was never truly caught between Klaus and Elijah Mikaelson. While she cared deeply for both brothers, there was only ever one she genuinely loved, though she never chose between them before tragedy tore everything apart.
⸻ It was Esther who abducted Tatia, using her blood to create the Original vampires and bind Klaus’ werewolf side before ultimately killing her to complete the ritual. Even more ironic still: Tatia was the first known doppelgänger to reject the supernatural pull toward Silas’ mirrored soul entirely and, ironically, she became the one who killed him the same night she died. It is perhaps one of the clearest examples of who Tatia truly is : someone capable of defying fate itself .
PREVIOUSLY ON DEADFILESHQ ⸻
⸻ Tatia survives … but only because Esther Mikaelson realizes too late that her blood is too fate-sensitive to be fully released into death during the ritual. Instead of allowing her soul to pass on completely, Esther alters the outcome at the final moment. Tatia’s body is placed into a death-like sleep state, preserved by layered witchcraft, while her soul becomes suspended between life and The Other Side. never fully belonging to either. To ensure the spell remains stable and hidden, Tatia’s body is sealed away in one of the ancient caves beneath Mystic Falls, bound by protective magic and forgotten over time.