#and I've done that a couple times

[cornmazehater]

do any of you have that one collection of random fandoms that you can never leave?

because they just kind of live in your head rent free, forever.

[egophiliac]

do skully have pokemon?

Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.

(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 1 - Ratiorine Messages Edition

[Pt. 2] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 4] [Pt. 5] [Pt. 6]

[cinimuffin]

[cozylittleartblog]

small PSA: if you shop at craft shows or artist alleys, please bring more than apple pay or a virtual card - especially if you're not comfortable entering your card number manually. not all of us have fancy card readers, so please also bring your physical card or cash, even if it's only as backup 👍

[fictionadventurer]

There's something about reading really great writing that's so relaxing. You can just sit back and let the words wash over you, knowing that you can trust the writer.

[chirpsythismorning]

Fun fact: In the original pitch for Stranger Things, El had a little brother.

After being rejected by almost 20 studios for the Montauk pilot, the Duffers were finally green-lit by Netflix. It was at this time that they began casting and then writing the first season officially, which included reworking a lot of that first episode.

This led to the removal of the brother reference, and with it, removing any sort of arc El could have had about her apparent brother.

But the thing about this moment, is that it might not have been scrapped entirely...

Going into the final season, no one can explain why or how El recognized Will back in 1x02. And while there are plenty of things on the show that are left unexplained, with a small portion likely left that way with the intention to uncover it later, what sets this moment apart from the rest is that there are very few possibilities here.

Because for starters, the story presents El's ability to see people in the void in s1 as requiring either a picture of that person for reference, or having met that person before.

But when El see's this picture of Will, she's never met him before. Or maybe she has, but we wouldn't know because they never showed us. They could have just not done this scene at all, given that it's clearly a copy/paste/edit of something scrapped from the pitch. Or they could have even still included it, but explained it.

One explanation could be that the lab had shown El a picture of Will before, similar to what they did with the Russian agent they wanted to spy on. But then that begs to question, why would the lab show El a picture of Will? Why would they want to see what he was doing? That alone is incriminating in and of itself, implying that Will is more connected to the lab than we realize.

The only other, and frankly most likely explanation, would be that El stumbled across Will at some point on her journey between escaping the lab and Will going missing. This is actually something that happens in The Other Side comic, which explores all the things Will may have experienced during his time in the Upside Down.

Though it’s worth noting the comics aren’t technically canon, and I highly doubt they would outright spoil everything in relation to Will’s time there, years before it was intended to be revealed. But still, let's humor this for a moment given that I do think Will's time in the UD is going to be very relevant in s5, which means it's highly likely they will finally address how exactly El saw him.

Basically, in the comic, Will see’s El walking through the woods, almost apparition like, glowing as she passes by, while also sporting the Benny’s burgers shirt. This means they would have crossed passed within a short span of time, between when El escaped Benny’s when the agents arrived, but before she was found by the boys.

Though it’s worth noting that we’re seeing this all from Will’s perspective. This means from the UD, Will was capable of seeing El on the other side, despite them being on different sides. And not only that, but she also looks back at him.

What confuses me about this, is that it doesn’t make sense for El to be in the woods, only to randomly decide to pop in to the void for a moment. She was trying to escape the lab and everything that came with it. I doubt she had any desire to lurk back there for some reason, not until someone encouraged her to. Not to mention, it would make no sense for her to go there and see Will if she wasn't even looking for him in the first place. And so this would mean Will and El could see each other, with Will being in the UD, and El being on the other side.

While it does seem pretty far off, given that you would think Will and El wouldn't be able to see each other from different sides, it is true in the story that El not only recognizes Will, but knows that he is in danger. She mentions that he is hiding specifically.

Which means she has likely seen him within the last 24 hours regardless.

This, in combination with Will being able to respond to El in the void at the end of the season in Castle Byers, when no one else outside of Terry and flayed-Billy have been able to, seems to imply that there is indeed something special about Will that makes him capable of communicating with El from the UD. Not only that, but El also seems to have an ability to be in this constant knowing state of how Will is doing, without even checking again to confirm. She's just certain of it. And she seems terrified about it.

Going forward, El never uses a picture of Will to find him. She never did. And more often than not, they don’t show us what she see’s either, not until the very end. And that’s the moment they reveal that he was able to communicate with her.

Again, there was really no reason to have El recognize Will. If anything it complicates things. But the fact that they chose to introduce this concept, with a scene from the original pitch that was related to El’s younger brother, with her pointing at his name cryptically, startling Benny, only to revamp it and have El not say anything at all while pointing at the picture of Will, startling Mike… It just really makes you stop and think.

Which brings me to the other aspect of this that might have people doubting, which is that El’s brother was originally younger than her.

We know Will is not younger than El, so how could this apply to him?

Well, it might be helpful to consider that in the original script, El was actually 10 years old, while the boys were always 12. Meaning that for some reason, they decided to age her up to the age of the boys, aka the same age as Will…

Ever since @erikiara80 shared this brother discovery with me, I have been sort of reeling. It then led to other little discoveries of changes they made between Montauk and Stranger Things.

It’s important to understand that the Montauk bible and the original script precedes what we ended up with in the final product, with it finally changing and evolving months, maybe even a year since that original vision. Even casting occurred before writing started for the first season. We know this because casting announcements were made in June and August of 2015, with writing not starting until August going into early 2016, simultaneously while they were filming.

And believe it or not, what I've discovered is that a lot of the changes they made between their original plans and what we see in the final product, have to do with not only Willel, but also Byler.

If you've read the original script for Montauk, you'll know that Mike's crush on Jennifer Hayes was focused on right from the jump, along with the birthmark on his face being focused on, which was the main cause of the bullying he experienced.

This has actually been talked about recently, and some of the claims people make do fit with what I am genuinely starting to consider here, which is that the initial plan for what makes Mike an outcast shifted.

I think when they completed casting, and started actually deep diving into what they wanted this world to look like, both from a short-term and long-term standpoint, they were presented with some pretty interesting discoveries, arguably already hiding in their initial plans without realizing it.

And this is where it sort of becomes a 'chicken or the egg' situation. Because which one came first? Byler or Willel?

I can't say for certain, because obviously this is all just speculation. But in the case that Willel came first, I think Byler would come very naturally after that.

The Duffers themselves are twins. Then they hire Noah, who is a twin. Then they're thinking and planning for El's past and how her family all fits into this, and they're thinking... wait a damn minute... We could totally Star Wars this bitch!

And then when they think it couldn't get any better, they uncover another layer that they hadn't planned or really considered in their initial plans.

While Will was always going to have sexual identity issues according to the Montauk bible, meaning that the writing process for him likely involved sitting down imagining scenarios that encapsulated this arc for Will from the beginning, they were simultaneously now finding very interesting aspects of Mike's character that made it hard not to at least consider the possiblity that Mike is not exactly straight.

Just think about it. The Byers and Wheelers are basically polar opposites on the spectrum of what a family looks like. While Will's discovery and acceptance of his queerness is interesting to explore because he comes from a low-income, single-mom household, all while having been bullied for years based on his perceived queerness, he also has a mother and brother constantly reinforcing that they will accept him no matter what. They've been sort of hitting us over the head with it for years, and so it wouldn't be very satisfying for his entire arc to merely lead up to something we've known all along. It's pretty much a given at this point.

On the other side of the spectrum, Mike comes from a more upper-middle class family at the end of a cul-de-sac, more aligned with what a nuclear family looks like. Mike's family is also presented as being more conservative, and while Karen does give that very queer-coded speech to Mike in s1 (I'm convinced they only wrote this after deciding to explore queer-coding more heavily with Mike), it also comes with comments from Ted and even still Karen that hint that they are probably not as open-minded and accepting as Will's family is to him. Which means Mike's arc would be a lot more about acceptance around him from his loved ones who we have been led to believe might not be as accepting of his queerness in contrast to Will.

And so as they're putting this story together, and they're being presented with something very interesting. Two similar experiences that play out in different ways because of the characters circumstances.

Will goes missing, and his twin sister with a buzzcut pops up and has the ability to help them find Will.

This leads to several moments where El is being compared to as not only a boy, but Will as well.

Now suddenly, their initial plans to have Mike's arc be about having a girl be interested in him and to hopefully have his first kiss and feel like less of a loser, starts to look a lot like what the experience a queer kid in his position might encounter growing up in the environment that he did.

And if you don't want to take my word for it, just hear the Duffer's themselves hinting at what they initially planned for Mike and the fact that it changed.

The changes don't stop there.

Believe it or not, 'It was a seven', did not exist in the initial pitch. When the boys went outside bickering over Nancy, they leave right after that.

Another thing that changed from the first script, was Scott Clarke's introduction:

And so you might be thinking, who cares? What does that have to do with anything?

Well, it's interesting because the line we end up with on the show is arguably one of the most on the nose Twelvegate proofs to date. Mind you, this is from the first episode:

Why chuck the original version, which was arguably more interesting and fascinating in terms of it hinting at the mysteriousness surrounding this story, only to replace it with him listing off tips about their upcoming test?

Well, I think it's the irony of it all. Here Mr. Clarke is practically telling us where to look to figure stuff out for ourselves what is going on, with all the kids filing out and ignoring him...

I relate to Scott a litttle too much in this shot here, any time I try to drop Willel evidence.

And the changes go on, as they obviously would.

Things like Terry Ives not even being El's mom, but actually a man who more so aligns with the characterization of Murray.

And one very interesting one I almost overlooked was in Hopper's introduction, where instead of a kids drawing done by who we assume to be Sarah, we actually see a picture on the wall of him and his wife and daughter... Interesting that they decided to switch it something that is a lot less definitive in presenting what Hopper's past looked like...

If you've made it this far, congratulations.

If you still think I'm out of my mind, just remember that El was going to have a brother in the original script, but they scrapped the scene and gave a near identical one to introduce her connection to Will instead 😘

[orsanedraws]

wanna practice sketching more on my free time, I welcome you to suggest characters you would like me to draw! no OCs please, and i'll only pick characters I'm familiar with <3

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

After Dark - A David Dastmalchian Thirst Trap

Chorus Loop Version

[personnotfound]

i've decided my method for listening to tmagp is this:

I am going to relisten to all of TMA+bonus content on the feed to the end, then all of TMAGP+new episodes and bonus content, then do it all again. Over and over and over again until TMAGP is finished. Possibly after. I did listen to TMA six or seven times before it was even announced.

This is the best and least insane way to do it.

[averseunhinged]

hi <3

First of all, I love your writing, especially after i read your most recent kc drabble!

i don't know if the prompt post is still ongoing, but if so, may I ask for a drabble where Klaus is constantly seeking physical touch from Caroline? your choice if it's fluff or spicy (or both 👀). Sorry if it's too dull for a prompt :((

have a good day <3

hi, friend! i don't know if this is exactly what you had in mind, but hopefully it'll work for you.

previous prompt is on ao3 here. i think i'm just going to put them all in this series, if you'd rather wait and read possibly more polished versions there.

content warnings: this is very light and fluffy (i think???), but there is mention of most of the things that happened to caroline in canon. parent death. damon. torture. stefan/caroline. tyler/caroline. random humans/caroline. canon typical violence. no magic babies. an extremely loose adherence to canon.

It had been a very long night.

Was there such a thing as too much fun? Caroline probably deserved it, after the years of stress, fear, and grief, but it did feel overly indulgent at times. She’d probably have to reorganize their suitcases tomorrow to make up for it. Now, though, she was pleasantly exhausted, sunk deep into the sort of sleep she hadn’t known existed prior to the past decade. Her dreaming was hazy and indistinct. Vague feelings of comfort and warmth, slight movement in a secure hold. Like dozing in a hammock on a summer day, when everything smelled lazy and good and nearby sounds blended into a relaxing, repetitive drone.

Until she exploded into wakefulness to sudden, ear-blistering noise and commotion. She shrieked and tried to jolt upright, but the arm around her was tight almost to the point of pain. The previously steady thud of Klaus’ heart was a startled cacophony under her cheek, and he was snarling incomprehensibly in a language she didn’t recognize. Death threats, probably. That was his death threat tone. The same language as the noise, she realized.

GAGNAM STYLE! the noise belted, backed by a thumping beat and tinny, wailing synths.

“Phone?” she whimpered. “What—why?”

"Kol," Klaus hissed and let her go.

Caroline struggled free of the blankets and Klaus's octopus limbs tangled around her and wriggled over to the bedside table where her phone was charging. She clumsily dragged it onto the bed and, after three or four swipes, managed to make it stop.

She collapsed onto her stomach in relief at the silence in the bedroom. Klaus had rolled over onto his stomach and pulled a pillow over his head during her journey to the bedside table. Back in Mystic Falls, it had seemed like he never slept. Always awake, fully clothed and scheming, no matter the day, time, or place. He could be a true hedonist, though, when he wasn’t fighting a war on all fronts. In the years they had been together, she’d discovered he slept often and well, fond of catnaps and long sleeps on comfortable mattresses with soft, luxurious bedding and her body touching his as much as possible. He was difficult to wake. She’d had full conversations with him in bed in the morning, only to realize later on that he’d still been asleep, despite his lucid responses, and didn’t remember any of it. And he was a nightmare when he was suddenly, rudely awoken. It had worked to their advantage a few times. Klaus maimed first, asked questions later when there was an unexpected intrusion into their bedroom. Once, a coven had managed to cloak themselves well enough that he hadn’t been aware of their presence until they were already inside. It had not ended well for the would-be assassins. Or for the very nice hotel suite. The last time, Kol had been staked with a poster off an antique bed, rather than enacting whatever mischief he’d been planning.

"Caroline?" Stefan’s voice intruded from her phone.

She made a disgruntled noise into the mattress.

"Did I wake you? It's 9:30 on Naxos." Stefan was way too alert and amused. "You're usually up and attacking the day by now."

"Berlin," she answered, not entirely coherent yet. "Kol."

Once or twice a year, Elijah decided it was Klaus and Caroline's turn to wrangle Kol, or extract him from whatever trouble he'd decided was his right to get into, by virtue of having been trapped in perpetual boredom on the Other Side for nearly a year.

Stefan made an understanding noise, given that he had (and often was) a difficult brother. “Do you need help with clean-up?"

She sighed. Obviously, he wasn't willing to take pity on her and call back later. The blankets rustled with the shifting mattress, and Caroline wasn't surprised when she felt Klaus' foot on the side of her calf. He had long, freakily prehensile toes that wiggled down her leg and flexed around her Achilles tendon.

“Nah. S’more of a social visit. There was,” she yawned while speaking, “a beer thing at a place, and then a party with some super old friend of Kol's, and then an after-party, and a nightcap.”

“And then our own party,” Klaus murmured. 

She kicked at him half-heartedly. His other foot joined the first, capturing her leg and tangling it in his own. She smiled, keeping it hidden from him. 

“I'm glad you're having fun,” Stefan said dryly. That was the annoyingly sweet thing about him. He did things like offer to help with her Mikaelson problems and put up with them during the occasional holiday or trip. She didn't think she'd broken his heart, but she'd bruised it nearly as much as he had hers, when he'd abandoned her for a new life. And yet, he really was happy she was happy.

“So,” she said leadingly, “what's up?”

The blankets rustled again. Klaus’s fingertips brushed down her spine. Her skin shivered as goosebumps raised in their wake. It was a blessing and a curse to be so sensitive to his touch. He could make her feel incredible, but sometimes it felt like addiction. She’d had it often, always, for years, and going without made her a little bit melancholy. Maybe they’d spend more time apart in a few decades, but the vampire-hybrid honeymoon phase seemed to stretch on a lot longer than it did for humans.

It had been surprising at first, how much he touched her. In Mystic Falls, he'd barely touched anyone, unless he was threatening them or committing an act of unspeakable violence. He'd been more respectful of her personal space than almost anyone she'd ever known, aside from the impaling and biting. She'd thought it was just the way his family was. Rebekah was similar, and Elijah behaved as though the people around him were sticky, and he didn't want to get it on his suits. However, he was willing to hug her in greeting and parting these days, and even instigated it himself after a few (several…many) drinks. Rebekah was a lot freer with it, too, now that she had known Caroline longer. She'd been dragged around Milan by the hand, steered around parties with linked arms, and had gossip whispered closely into her ear. Kol had no decorum whatsoever. He did whatever he felt in the moment. Threw his arms over his siblings’ shoulders. Picked Caroline up and spun her around because he was having fun and in a good mood. The flipside of that was impulsive mayhem and destruction. He'd kill strangers, because he was upset. Attack his siblings when they hurt his feelings. Tried to maim Jeremy, because he was afraid, and no one was listening to him. He was the most honest member of the family in that way, but it made him the most dangerous, too.

Klaus had started small, hesitantly. An arm to steady her when she wore heels. A hand on her lower back when she was in flats. The more she responded and reciprocated, the freer he became. He liked having her in his lap, or leaning against his side, or with her toes tucked under his thigh while he was sketching or reading. When one passed by the other, he’d stroke her shoulder or pet her hip, would try to hide his smile when she tangled their fingers together for a moment. He kissed her forehead and her cheeks. Kept her in bed with slow, sleepy lips, long after she should have been up. And his libido was insatiable. She’d had to institute a solo shower rule, or she’d never wash her hair before the hot water ran out, and he still broke it half the time. Not that she was complaining. Much.

“Are you planning on going back to Naxos after Berlin?” Stefan sounded hesitant and worried.

Caroline frowned. “Are you okay? Do you need a sober buddy? I can be there in a few days if the weather’s clear enough.”

Stefan had been living on Svalbard for a couple of years. There was a small community of vampires who took advantage of Polar night every year, like reverse snowbirds, and practiced extreme moderation in deference to the limited human and wildlife populations. He had found a lot of support through them and hadn’t needed her as a sponsor as much as he used to.

Klaus stretched his arm across her back and palmed her side, stroking over her ribs.

“No, nothing like that.” Stefan paused. She listened to him breathing for a long moment. “Valerie’s been staying with me for a couple of months.”

“Please tell me she tried something with Hedda.” Hedda was 6’2” and old enough that she could work as a deckhand on a research vessel without massacring the entire boat after weeks at sea. She would turn Valerie into a very fine paste if she didn't behave. “I'd pay to see that.”

Stefan laughed quietly. “I did warn Valerie about the way things work before she made the trip out. And she…she's better now that she's been free for a while.”

Caroline rolled onto her side and braced herself up on her elbow, staring at her phone in disbelief. “That's your softening the blow voice. Please tell me you haven't gone back to another one of your obsessed ex-girlfriends.”

The silence on the other end of the line was answer enough. It had to be some kind of doppelganger curse in effect. She refused to believe it was coincidence that so many people completely lost their minds over him. Stefan tried to be a decent person. He was handsome and could be fun when he wasn’t angsting so hard, but his effect on people was just plain strange. She counted herself lucky that she hadn’t ended up wasting her undead life waiting around for him, too. After Tyler, she knew better.

Klaus took the opportunity to hook his arm more securely around her waist. She meeped when he dragged her backwards into his chest, but settled down as he re-arranged her until she could rest her head on his arm without asphyxiating on her own hair.

“I know it doesn’t make sense,” Stefan admitted. There was the sound of water and rattling plastic, and then a coffee maker gurgling to life. “I think I just have to see it through. It feels like there’s something between us that was taken away before it was finished.”

“Stefan,” she moaned unhappily. “Fine. Fine! That’s fine. I’m happy for you.”

“Great!” he said, suddenly suspiciously upbeat. “We’re taking a trip to Sintra next month. You can get to know her better then.”

“I’ll have to check my schedule,” Caroline replied flatly.

“Damon said you’re free until the Christmas markets in Prague.”

“Remind me to thank Damon for throwing me under the bus,” she muttered back to Klaus. “I’m spiking his mulled wine with vervain.”

Glass clinked on the other end of the line as Stefan poured himself a cup of coffee. “Bring Klaus if you’re worried she’ll do something, but she promised to try getting to know you instead of making assumptions.”

“Oh much better! I definitely want to go on a couples vacation with my sort-of ex, the vampwitch who gave me sizzle skin for no reason, and a hybrid who gets bitey if you make him cranky enough.”

“I'm your actual ex, Care,” Stefan said, sounding kind of annoyed about it.

They had vastly differing opinions on the legitimacy of their short-lived romantic relationship. Caroline could admit it had a lot to do with her residual discomfort over the no humanity sex with Ripper Stefan. It wasn’t that it hadn't been good. On her personal, post-human scale, it ranked above the humans she'd been with and Tyler, but below Klaus, who was a thousand-year-old, obnoxiously talented horndog. He knew how to do everything. That first time in the woods had been exciting and very intense, but she'd had no idea what she was missing out on when she’d made him walk away again.

No, the problem with sleeping with Stefan was that turning on her humanity made the memory feel like virtual reality porn. Like she'd been there, but not really.

Klaus tilted his head, tucking his nose behind her ear, and smiled against the sensitive skin of her neck. She rolled her eyes. He did like Stefan, as much as Klaus let himself like anyone, herself and most of his siblings excluded. He liked winning more, though, and really liked that it was him she had sought out in the aftermath of her time as a creatively evil party girl.

“We're trying to make this work.” Stefan was so quiet at the other end of the call when he confessed, “I want it to, but it’ll be a lot harder if no one else wants her around.”

It was close enough to what she’d said to him years before, when she'd asked him to try to get along with Klaus. 

“How did we all end up dating people the rest of us hate?” Caroline wondered. 

Stefan hated Enzo for killing Ivy, even though Ivy liked being a vampire and her revenge plots had started taking place on weekends and involved brunch reservations at restaurants he didn't like. Enzo hated Stefan for a variety of Damon-related reasons, and for being a coward who made Caroline cry, even though Enzo kidnapped her for Stefan’s mom's creepy cult, and in Caroline's opinion, the two offenses canceled each other out. Elena hated everyone's significant other, mostly for understandable reasons, but also because she reacted badly to feeling like the people she loved were being taken away. 

Of course no one wanted to be civil to Klaus, who could only spend so long in her friends’ company before he started daydreaming about which organs he’d like to remove from whom. Caroline and Damon would never be close. Her mom's death softened her on him a teensy bit. Plus, he was mercenary enough to recognize the benefits of being cool about her relationship with Klaus. But buried deep inside her was human Caroline, who would always hate the man who hurt her so much, and Damon didn't like being reminded of his guilt.

She and Enzo bounced between being thick as thieves and suffering from eruptions of confusing resentment towards each other. Caroline was happy Tyler got to live out the whole American Dream thing, but none of it interested her much anymore. She sent presents to the kids on birthdays and holidays, like she did for Matt’s family, but thought Liv was boring and overly judgmental for someone who came from the magical version of the Hårga. Liv thought Caroline was a manipulative psychopath for killing Luke, just to make Liv put her back into the damn job at hand.

So, okay. Fair enough. Caroline wasn't truly the girl she'd tried to be. She'd accepted that when she'd called Klaus from the Gold Coast, grief still aching like an overused muscle, but giddy with the freedom of her time spent alone, as far from home as she could catapult herself. It wasn't the way he'd once foretold, but the door thing hadn’t been literal, according to him. Pretentious ass.

And now Caroline was going to have to put up with the kind of lunatic who threw curses around, because her ex-boyfriend from a hundred and fifty years earlier had half a feeling for someone else. 

Stefan had terrible taste in women. 

(Yes, she included herself.)

“That's family for you,” he said.

Caroline made a closed-mouthed, disgruntled noise. “Fine. Fine! I’ll give her one chance.”

“And?” he continued hopefully.

“And I’ll try to like her, instead of pretending to be nice while thinking mean thoughts about her outfits, but if she tries anything--”

“I’ll eat her,” Klaus finished for Caroline.

“All I can ask for,” Stefan conceded, sounding pleased enough with the conclusion. “I’ll email the details, and you can tell me everything you’re changing.”

“Later on!” she laughed. “I’ve only had three hours of sleep.”

“Thanks, Care. I know that wasn’t an easy time for you, and Valerie made it worse.”

The Heretic cult had been the last straw for Caroline. She’d tried to stay, but there had been reminders of her parents everywhere she turned. She couldn’t stand being around Alaric--alive, happily engaged again, and about to become a father—without remembering that he was the reason her own father was dead. She couldn’t be around Damon without remembering how much he’d loved her mom, even though he was the worst person she knew. Then she was tortured again, and all she’d wanted was a hug from her friends, but she couldn’t even have that. Her distaste for Valerie wasn't petty. Those events, the sense of betrayal and isolation, had stuck with her.

Maybe she would always remember it, but if there was one thing Caroline knew she was good at, it was putting hurt behind her. 

“You're welcome. Now, go away for, like, eight hours.” 

He was laughing when she hung up on him.

“Couples trip?” Klaus rumbled in her ear, his voice still morning raspy.

“You like Portugal!” she tried. “Isn't Sintra the place with all the old stuff? You'll fit right in.”

He nipped her neck with blunt teeth in punishment, right on the tickly spot that always made her squeal.

“You can use your best ancient history anecdotes,” she squeaked breathlessly. “The artists you influenced. Parties with royalty. Seducing some queen who died an eon ago. That wheel you totally invented.”

He flipped her onto her back and pinned her down with his bodyweight, one thigh pressed between hers. 

“I am not that old,” he declared imperiously and kissed her until she couldn’t think of teasing him anymore.

She was right, though. It turned out he did have a lot of great stories about Sintra.

[gaycrittercentral]

I realized I make a lot of spelling mistakes, damn you autism!

Anywho can we see more of the virtues? I would love to see kindness more, like him on the couch like how you described

Sfhfhshsjhd y’know what’s funny, my autism does the opposite bc I’m a nerd whose special interest is spelling and grammar 😂 but yeah I completely feel that no worries bud

Oh and HELL yeah I love my guy Kindness!! and so it is my great pleasure to reveal to you all this, my first fully colored comic in probably years because uh. welp y'all know how art block be lmao

also since this is based on a scene I sorta wrote out in a previous post, I've included that snippet under the comic! And here's a link to the original post, where I detailed everything about the virtues.

and then he immediately pops out of existence lmaoooooo

Max tells him to sit on the couch and relax while he grabs some snacks and coffee. The whole time, he has to keep insisting that Kindness stay seated instead of jumping back up to help. Eventually he grabs Kindness by the shoulders to explain that having his partner as, essentially, a self-offered indentured servant is funny and all, but it’s making him uncomfortable. They work so well together because they’ve always been equal, and as high and mighty as Max likes to act sometimes, it feels bad to just keep taking everything from his best friend and to be unable to give anything back. In a dreadfully ironic twist, preventing Max (and others, by extension) from doing anything for him is sort of unkind in and of itself. “So just keep your ass seated and let me do what I need to do, okay? You’re stressing me out. Eat your donut and calm down already.” And Kindness, maybe a little starry-eyed, finally concedes and allows Max to grab a blanket and finish making them some coffee. Once that’s done they sit on the couch together under the blanket for a minute and watch some junk TV while they eat a much-needed snack. After a few minutes of that, Max ventures, “Sooo…can I get that heart now, or…?” “Aw, buddy. You know you already have it.” And with a final little side hug, which Max finally returns with only a little grumbling about how sappy it is, he poofs out of existence.

[egophiliac]

I didn't actually mean for this to coincide with Twst's third anniversary, but hey, good timing is good timing. happy anniversary, everybody! 🎉🎉🎉

SO YEAH: a bunch of you guys were asking about prints of my unique magic/signature spell posters, so here are 6.25" x 4.25", 300 PPI versions of the images (the extra .25" is for bleed, so that a 6 x 4" print will still have the white border without it getting weirdly cropped). my color experiments did, uhhh, not go very well, so there's no color-correction, sorry. :') they should print reasonably okay, but it will depend on your settings/printer/paper/etc., so I recommend doing test prints first if you can!

this is current with the Japanese version, so it does contain spoilers through episode 7, and for the Glorious Masquerade event -- I plan on keeping it updated as I do more, so it will continue to be pretty spoilery! no plACEholder though, sorry, I didn't do him at print resolution. :( there are also a couple of alternates, if you decide you like those better: a red background version of Cater (to fit in more with the rest of the hearts boys), and a version of Ortho's with the ??? in ascii instead of binary. edit: and now also the unused version of Vil's!

disclaimer: these are for PERSONAL USE only! please do not sell them/make them available for sale in any way (including uploading to print-on-demand websites). also, please don't repost, reupload, or use them as bases/materials/etc. (though if you want to use them as inspiration for your own art in this style, absolutely feel free! ❤️)

thank you!

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Untitled | Part 2 ->

It feels like an entity of his own, the way his blood rushes inside his body, the way his bones and flesh too small to hold what he's feeling. It feels like he's one of those poor people the alien's egg is going to incubate in, tear through him to become the deeply terrifying, shapeless, haunting monster.

This feeling is overwhelming, something he can't really name. But it's not unwelcomed. It is, in some fucked up way, like a call to him — he feels that rush of power, of trust, too. The call to his magic. The way his breaths come out calmer.

He can't really name it, not really, but he knows this feeling is the most important thing he possesses.

So it's not really a shock when the demon looks at him and only him, one arm out like he's going to snatch it without permission, a sharp grin on its borrowed face. "You," the demon beckons, and Derek snarls, protective. Derek moves in front of him, like it's going to stop the demon. Like there's anything they can do except take this deal. The demon laughs, reedy and evil, and he's sure the person doesn't sound like this; this demon has taken over completely, and Stiles doubts they can save the man who is being possessed at the moment.

"What do you want?" Derek's fang slur his question, but he's understandable, and Stiles puts his hand on Derek's shoulder, pulls him by his soft henley. They were on a walk around the preserve, a routine perimeter check, but here they stand now, in the middle of this clearing where kids had definitely messed around in and found the fuck out.

The camping bags are still warm, but the trail to the kids has gone cold. Unless they take this deal.

"I told you, wolf," the demon sing-songs, and Stiles wonders where he got this body from. The man is clearly in his 30's, light brown hair, hazelnut skin, brown eyes. He cannot be one of the people who summoned the demon, here. "I want what's most precious to your pet."

Derek's been growling all this time, but now he roars, all restraint broken under the clearly verbalized threat.

Only Stiles' hand on Derek's shoulder stops him from leaping at the demon.

"Derek," he says, concerned. They have no idea how to deal with demons that aren't evil fox spirits. "Maybe this is the only way."

And he wants out. He knows what are his most precious things — his feelings. Especially for him. He wants to get rid of it, because there's rarely anything as painful as feeling like your world tilts on its axis when you know theirs stays the same. They're friends, and pack, and that is all they can be.

It would be okay to lose these feelings.

"Listen to him, listen to him!"

"Stiles, don't you dare move!"

Stiles moves around Derek and is again in front of the demon. "Will you leave, then? Never to come back?"

"I'd do you one better — I shall forbid any other of my kind to come back here."

Derek doesn't grab him back, but he does verbally accuse Stiles of being stupid. Stiles is grateful for their relationship to have come to a point where Derek knows better than to stop him when he's set his mind, and he's really fucking gonna miss his bubbling mess of a heart later.

"Deal," he says, and there the lips come, cold and cruel; a quick, dirty kiss that leaves Stiles gasping for breath.

He closes his eyes, and when he opens them, it's to Derek hovering over him worriedly. It makes Stiles feel packed, so he pushes Derek backwards, and stomps his way back towards the Loft.

Derek follows suit.

[slayanyhivegodslately]

CIRCLE SQUARE TRIANGLE CONE CYLINDER PYRAMID CUBE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[snepfeathers]

HOUGH! it's finally time fooooor....

personal art!!!

I've already got a Nyx sequence in the works but I'd love to hear what else y'all would like to see, so feel free to send in some asks/suggestions 👀