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“WAIT!” Sawney jumped off the couch, not bothering to turn off the telly - there was no time to lose finding the remote. He ran into the kitchen, grabbed a spoon from the cup of drying cutlery and slid into his seat at the table in one almost-smooth motion.

*breathes out slowly* oh man okay oh man, so caroline is a real 21st century girl. she loves things like indoor plumbing and scented candles and hair product and curling irons. so caroline existing in any other era where none of that is present? that’s a recipe for disaster. so there’s like 3 potential “verse” ideas that i’ve had in ways to  m a y b e  incorporate her into an oulander  verse and they are as follows:

option number one: the basic ‘she touches the stones at a different time in time and gets sent back ladeeda’ that i kind’ve feel is just??? cheating, sort’ve? because that feels like the kind of verse that everyone would instantly leap to and in doing that one, i feel like it would cheat the fact that claire going back is a sort of anomaly. so that one i kinda took off the table right away bc it just didn’t sit right with me.

option number two: she was born in the past, lived in the past, just kinda...exists there. and like, i feel like she would have probably been someone on the non-clans end, probably grew up with some sort of wealth and had this desire to see something of the world and meet people that had something of an experience. there, i could see her pretty much leaving with someone, or getting swept away in the adventure and romance of that sort’ve lifestyle. but past!caroline is still very much modern!caroline and she’s...the kind’ve girl who would have gotten into trouble. a lot. talked back, stood up to people, probably punched someone for getting to handsy at one point or another.

option number three: sort of goes along with a verse that i already have in existence on my blog and its a time-travel verse where everything is canon, she’s a vampire, but at some point in her canon ( i always leave it verse dependent but usually it’s around seasons 5-6 ) a spell goes awry and she gets sent back in time. so its modern caroline, as a vampire, back in the 1700s probably screwing with a lot of stuff and complaining about a lot of things all the while trying to find a way back home. and she’d probably get into a lot of the same trouble claire did originally ( being accused of being a spy or a witch, those sorts of things ) but she also would have had the aid of compulsion and her vampy powers. from there, she’d probably either hear about claire / try and work with her to get back to the stones to maybe get sent back and then figure things out from there, or try and find the mikaelsons wherever they were at that time.

Non-romantic fluff starters (no moar please)

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At his brother’s scream, Sawney clambered down his tree as fast as could, soft red curls flying. There was a rip of fabric as he tore a sleeve, but that didn’t matter.

“WHERE?”

Presented with the injury, he studied it carefully, head bent, the perfect picture of a serious five year old. Finally looked up at Jamie, blue eyes wide.

Snowfall starters

Send ❄ to throw a snowball at my muse

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The tip of his nose was red and cold, but the rest of his body was pleasantly warm from his morning run with the dog. He slowed to a walk as they reached the dooryard, enjoying the shy warmth of the december sun... until all something cold smashed against the back of his head and slid down inside his collar.

Not wasting a second, he bent, scooped up a snowball of his own and turned, hurling it in Jamie’s general direction. He’d barely had time to aim, and so missed him by far.

Snowfall Starters (accepting)

👅 my muse drags yours out to try to catch snowflakes

5 minutes... 2 minutes... Eyes darting back and forth between the clock and the window. 30 seconds... 3... 2... 1...

As the ringing bell signaled the end of the class, Sawny grabbed his brother by the hand and ran toward the door, well ahead of their classmates who were - clever kids - taking the time to put on their coats, hats and scarves of before into the white, snow-filled yard. He laughed, delighted, as a snowflake fell right onto Jamie’s nose.

you falter for a moment, trying to swallow the pain that bites at the back of your throat. it’s a quiet fight you’re having with yourself to stop tears that are pricking at your eyes. and they’re there of course, you can feel them welling. how could they not? you were sure this morning had been the worst of your life, and you’d otherwise given up hope on a lot of things. but just as your world had seemingly come crashing down around you, you were met with him. jamie fraser. your father. was it too soon to attach that label to him? you wonder.. regardless, knowing that he was here now meant that your mother wouldn’t be far either and that thought alone is almost enough to have you collapsing in his arms in a flood of relieved tears and with a newfound sense of safety. 

you don’t though, no, you’ll swallow that for now. instead you’ll live in that fact that he is living and breathing and standing right before you. taller - you initially notice, than what you had imagined in your head, and his hair, lighter than what you’re sure your mother had anticipated either. but he wasn’t far from the dreamlike figure who’d visited you often as you slept. his hand touches your cheek and the first tear manages to fall. again, the relief is almost unbearable, almost too much. but you don’t flinch. you keep your posture. “i’m here,” you whisper, inklings of a smile managing to crease your lips and cause the first genuine smile you’d had this day before a hand reaches to touch him, check for yourself that he was in fact too. “i’m real.”

/ @deargteine