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hi friends

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independent  &  mutuals  exclusive  𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙  𝖉𝖊  𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙  from  𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓  𝖔𝖋  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖓𝖊𝖉.  heavily  influenced  by  anne  rice's  iwtv  books,  however  unrelated  to  the  94’ movie  or  the  show.   penned   by   rute.

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like no offense they literally had us believe that klaus had more attachment to marcel gerard than his literal fucking siblings. what, all because kol's a little impulsive? finn's a little too moralistic? yea fucking right. and don't get me wrong, i love marcel, but it makes NO. FUCKING. SENSE.

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tbh i could write an entire essay on julie plec's sloppy and inconsistent writing. to start, her vision with klaus was all over the place and blotchy at best. did he do things selfishly, wrathfully, or out of concern for his family? the world may never know. does he love his siblings (kol and finn), does he not? the world may never know. they do the same thing to elijah, btw. they dangle jomo's and daniel's phenomenal badass acting at the cost of consistent characterization frequently throughout both the vampire diaries and their respective spin off series. i just personally can't stand it and it's why i prefer to write canon divergently

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finally have to let this one off my chest: i hate what julie plec did with the originals (the characters specifically). i hate the always and forever TRIANGLE they emphasized, completely excluding finn and kol for no fucking reason. it was very clear they never intended on keeping kol and finn as recurring characters, but when they ultimately decided to keep them, they had them treated like annoying pests on the wall. in the show, it was almost like we were meant to root for klaus and elijah instead of finn or kol. and i just think it's bad writing. i don't think it makes any sense, and i want to reject it from my canon entirely tbh. they should've retconned the flashbacks to include a deeper relationship with kol and finn and the other siblings. not even kidding. it makes no fucking sense. we don't know anything about their lives as kids, but we're somehow expected to believe that they ( kol and finn -- as vampires ) both wanted to be part of the always and forever but are not seen as good enough with ZERO explanation. and the show will still have us sympathizing with elijah and klaus mocking and berating their (rightfully) hurt siblings as if elijah and klaus are just badasses and it's okay haha! finn and kol are just overreacting~ keep in mind they intended on having klaus as someone who, at the end of the day, did everything he did for his family but within the same breath just have him completely hate on finn and kol like they were nothing to him. again -- with zero context. it was literally just because their original flashbacks in season 3 of the vampire diaries didn't include kol and finn because the writers intended on using them as plot devices - and it's obvious. just terrible writing and i hate it. frankly unless you explicitly request this from me please never assume i would ever default to this writing. none of my main verses accept this atrocious writing. in fact, both verse 002 and verse 003 reject daggering entirely

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mini psa. i will be at work in the office 4 days this week (cringe, i know) so my activity both on here and discord will drop a little. in general my activity is going to drop because i'm going back to hybrid instead of fully remote (2 days in office), but it'll be most notable this week since we have a company event happening all week and are required 4 days in office. wish me luck guys. i'm going to hate it lol

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❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘. ❞

an indie, selective MULTIMUSE. featuring muses from: the arthurian legends, shadowhunters, doctor who, once upon a time, disney, the vampire diaries, original characters and more! by belle! twenty-one plus.

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THE ORIGINALS 1x11 Après Moi, Le Déluge

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HE SNICKERED AT DAMON'S INITIAL RETORT, ever the quick-tongued Salvatore. He was wildly distinct from his brother, the Mikaelson knew. Stefan fought against his nature, determined to exist as (what he perceived to be) a good person. A better one, who empathized deeply with people. If he could not satiate his hunger, he would never indulge — that was his brother's philosophy. Klaus took notice that Damon was entirely different.

It wasn't in an entirely antithetical way, either. Where Stefan could not quench his thirst, it did not mean Damon made up for in restraint. The fundamental difference between them came from a simple and fundamental rejection or approval of nature. Damon accepted his baser, vampiric instincts, when Stefan outright rejected it, haunting himself and allowing guilt to obscure his existence. Damon leaned into the person he was meant to be as a vampire entirely. The hunger, the sex, the chase, the hunt — they all coalesced into a perfect symbiosis, taking the bad with the good methodically, and in a more controlled form. And this was something Klaus could appreciate.

So he didn't take offense to the comment — he simply enjoyed it. This was a man who was unafraid and daring, who didn't back down from his beliefs. And Klaus would let it happen. The Mikaelson turned as the other circled him, his body commanding they freeze where they stood, and he took a sip of his drink. ❛❛ I'm not asking for a yes man, Damon. ❜❜ He stated, letting himself take a larger sip of the drink.

❛❛ I'm not even asking for your unyielding loyalty. Not yet. Because the truth is — I'm going to earn it from you one way or the other. ❜❜ There was a sincerity in his tone that was striking, unlike him in most situations. With his father dead, Klaus let himself become a different person. He gave up the chase for a zombified, hybrid army, pawing at his every command. In fact, he gave everyone that stood by him presently the free will to choose him. He wasn't interested in a failed monarchy but chased a thriving empire. Power like that could not be forced. Perhaps the authoritarian approach was possible, but it was certainly uninteresting. A true, fierce empire thrived because of power that was commanded and respected.

❛❛ Admit it; you hate what you've become. ❜❜ He moved to the bar, refilling his drink once more. With his back turned still, he continued. ❛❛ I know you cared for her. ❜❜ He acknowledged, before turning back to him. ❛❛ But she chose another. ❜❜

❛❛ A word of advice, mate. Don't lose yourself to someone who can't accept you. ❜❜ He said blankly, honesty behind his every word. Klaus rarely loved, but when he did, he was able to understand the Salvatore. ❛❛ I'm not asking you to be my murderous, treacherous sidekick, ❜❜ he half-whispered, ❛❛ By all means, be exactly who you want to be. Truth be told, I trust your judgment. I do not exist in a vacuum, try as many might to put me in one. I acted against you because I had to be your enemy. It wasn't about you, or Elena, or Stefan. It wasn't about proving my strength — not to you. It was about survival, and I did what I had to in order to achieve that. If you had to die in order for me to live, then so you would die. ❜❜ He said quietly. Running from Mikael was his single most important goal for a thousand years. Nothing — nobody else mattered. As his father died, Klaus changed fundamentally.

❛❛ But it doesn't mean I never observed along the way. I've seen how you think, who you would fight for, and how far you would go for them. Even though I was against you, it never meant I could not respect you. I was simply stronger. ❜❜ He finished briefly, taking a swig of the brown liquor. He enjoyed the burn for as long as the silence lasted, letting the words hang in the air.

❛❛ I want someone who will fight with me, consult me, and advise me. If the situation calls for it, I want someone who will contend with me. I only ask that you forgive me in advance for my short temper. Truly, I get it from my father. ❜❜ He laughed at the end, breaking the tension and putting his emotional walls back up. ❛❛ I have enemies, Damon. I compelled many to forget my existence, but there are still those who would try and harm me. Especially knowing I was attempting to create a legacy like this. In the end, the question is one: will you join me, or am I going to have a real reason to drink tonight? ❜❜

Damon took the offered glass without a word, fingers curling around the crystal as if it were second nature—   because, by now, it was. His eyes tracked Klaus, quiet and calculating behind the easy smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth. He took a slow sip of the bourbon, letting it burn the way it was supposed to, sharp and grounding.

He didn’t interrupt. Not yet at least. Klaus was doing what Klaus did best, monologue and manipulate, but he did it with a kind of charm Damon couldn’t pretend wasn’t effective. The way he painted it? Order. Legacy. Power without the leash of humanity nipping at your heels. Damon had heard worse pitches. But under all the grandiose language and centuries-old ego, Klaus was making sense.

When Klaus finished, Damon tilted his head and chuckled under his breath, not quite amused but not dismissive either. "That’s quite the recruitment speech. Did you rehearse that, or is this just what happens when no one tells you to shut up for a few decades?"

“I’ve spent decades pretending I was something else. Someone else. Playing the good guy when it suited me, the monster when it didn’t. I’ve worn more masks than I can count. And for what? To survive? To keep the peace? ”Damon  took a long drink, finishing off the bourbon in one slow pull. Letting the burn settle in his chest like it belonged there. Like maybe it could cauterize the part of him that still wrestled with the idea of wanting any of this.

"So let’s say I’m listening. Let’s say I take that chair. What exactly are you expecting from me, Klaus? Because if this is some ‘yes-man’ position, you picked the wrong Salvatore." He circled Klaus without urgency, gaze drifting to the towering paintings and artifacts decorating the room like it was a war room disguised as an art exhibit. The kind of place built by someone who didn’t just want power—  he wanted legacy.

And that was the part Damon couldn’t ignore.

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this is a random note, but in my writing for klaus i actually alternate between niklaus vs klaus when i'm describing him in his pov. idk when this developed but it happens when he's taking on a different personality in my threads:

klaus is generally more to symbolize him when he feels powerful, completely uninhibited by anything and sort of this sick caricature of what he's created klaus to be.

niklaus is used first and foremost when he's around family. he's a completely different person with them, try as he might to act like the narcissistic almighty god. naturally, he's more vulnerable. they know a completely separate side of him. they grew up together. niklaus represents a different time entirely — an entirely separate version of him. however, in the same vain, it's used around others when he's feeling cornered or threatened, or in any situation where he's left vulnerable and potentially exposed.

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A SWELCHING BURN SETTLED IN HIS BONES, surging throughout him like a whirlpool billowing to swallow everything in its path. For a moment, the voice went silent before resuming its melodic tune as Katerina tried to explain herself. Every sense of mistrust and hate flooded through this body, cascading within and swallowing him in paranoia. His brain processed her words much quicker than his rationality could settle. Immediately, his mind went to his most primal state that had chased him for one thousand years over.

The manor he had long forgotten, barely even a lost memory, had been both discovered and inhabited by someone he knew. With her, he associated fear. It wasn't directed at her, but instead everything she stood to represent, specifically against his enemies. Specifically against Mikael. In her, he aimed to inspire power and grandeur, dissuading opponents and attempting to incite fear within his father — much to no avail. As it settled in him that she herself could not escape (undoubtedly, she would have, Niklaus surmised), it created a symphony of anger, orchestrating louder and louder in his brain. As the violins wept, resentment stirred. As the horns bellowed, fury swelled. As the drums beat wrath took root.

Within a flash he had appeared at the front door of the estate, slamming against the invisible barrier, screaming louder and louder as he tirelessly swung against the entrapment. He persisted at this for minutes, punching — beating — wailing at the cursed, damned structure. His vision blurred, reds and oranges the color of his canvas — Hell itself personified within his eyes. The slamming slowed... and for a second everything went silent.

He turned slowly, making eye contact with a petrified Petrova, his eyes now a golden hue, veins protruding at the bottom. He let out a low growl, features shifting back to normal as he held her gaze. ❛❛Do you take me for a fool, Katerina? ❜❜ He considered, as if the question itself was entirely literal. ❛❛ Do you take me for a man that can easily be manipulated? ❜❜

❛❛ What have you done? ❜❜ He asked simply, no longer the whirlpool of damages and rage. No, he was still. Calm. For a moment, he simply beckoned her — like she were a deer caught in the headlights, recently struck and you considered the gaze of it before you as it lay there, helpless on the ground. And then —

❛❛ WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? ❜❜ He shouted, hands around her neck, pressed against the wall, a painting rocking back against his force as he thrashed against his own wrath.

She really should stop trusting Witches. Just as a general rule. Katherine had even verified the information that the loose end she was chasing was in fact in this area. But apparently the only thing witches can't conjure up is the basic decency not to lie to a Petrova on a mission.

When Katherine had arrived to the old abandoned building she had definitely expected to find someone else laying low in those parts. She practically tore the place apart stone brick by stone brick and could find no recent trace of anyone.

It wasn't until she tried to leave, clearly to pick her bone with those so called informants, that she realized she couldn't. Katherine couldn't leave the manor. She tried front door, back door, and even widows on all floors. A barrier seemed to be placed at all of them.

"FUCK." She hissed, her curse seemed to echo off the old walls with the force it was emitted with.

Katherine can't stand feeling trapped. She can't stand feeling like a fox in a cage, and she certainly hated being alone with no distractions. After wandering the manor looking for anything to do, she did stumble upon a couple of matches and lit the candles of what she assumed to be the master bedroom. Of course there's no signal for her phone, she can't call anyone to come help her. And no charger meant she couldn't reasonably play her stupid little phone games indefinitely. Nothing to do but sit there with her own thoughts.

Unfortunately for her that 'Alone' only lasted a few hours before she heard foot steps.

One would think that would be something to get excited about, but Katherine is trapped in this place, and foot steps could be anyone or anything. If she were trapped, clearly someone had set it. This could very well be the someone come to retrieve the prey.

She stood, but froze, waiting to see who it was and if she could eat or over power them-

Turns out it was the worst possible person to see when that door cracked open.

Katherine didn't even have the chance to finish whispering "Klaus" to herself before she was slammed against the wall so fast the near by candles were extinguished from the gust of wind. Hands flew up to his wrist trying to pry his grip from her throat.

Abruptly he released her after his next demand, leaving her to cough and gasp for her missing air.

Katherine looked up at him with an expression somewhere between horrified and a petulant hate.

"You know." She stated with a hoarse tone, rubbing her neck. "You get better answers when you don't start with choking."

She swallowed hard and cleared her throat, making a grimace as the pressure and dull ache lingered.

"The short version is, I don't know." The younger vampire stated. "The long version is, I couldn't fucking tell you."

She held her hands up defensively as if he would lunge at her at any second.

"Wait wait! It's the truth. I do however have some bad news for you, because if you don't know, and were sent here too.... there's a chance we're both trapped now...."

Which is quite literally Katherine's fucking nightmare becoming a reality.

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“youre so mean” if you guys werent fucking stupid i wouldnt have to be mean to you. change starts with you

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happy shelley day to @feylived. i hope you have the most wonderful of birthdays and everyone here better send shelley a happy birthday message! she is such a doll, and she's very fun to plot with and easy to talk to. shelley has quickly become one of my favorite people to on this website. we either randomly rant about our muses or potential plotlines or just shoot the shit over random topics. she is so easy to talk to and very friendly, but she is also extremely intelligent and it's just a pleasure to have made her as a friend! happy birthday pookie. raise a glass of whisky (iced latte) to my friend!

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drop this sunflower🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy ! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

did u know ily

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Can mutuals message you?

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