#anon ask and you shall receive

[skecherss]

Can you please draw Talia with a picture of jason and damian, mirroring the one u just posted of batman 👉🏼👈🏼

he just wanted to share his love for his babies. She is Making a Threat

[blindmagdalena]

what would homelander’s reaction to his wife being pregnant with twins?

"Holy cow! Talk about buy one, get one free. That's what you get with quality swimmers. Hear that, little guys? You tied at the big race! Congrats!"

"You know, it could be my egg that split into two."

"Uh, babe? Having a private conversation with the boys here. Thanks."

He's got a huge grin the whole time. Good luck being so outnumbered by him and his mini's.

[ongreenergrasses]

what are your thoughts on lenore dove?

actually it kind of breaks my heart what happened with her character. I’m glad a woc was cast to portray her, but in the same breath I’m like damn. once again we have a talented young actress of color whose primary purpose in the story is going to be to flesh out the character and enhance the journey of the admittedly whitewashed, but that means white, male protagonist…while her own character is used transparently as a plot device, mouthpiece for poorly conveyed political theory, and written as a manic pixie dream girl and then a fridged dead wife. she’s uninteresting, she has little depth, and we as readers were constantly told to care about her and never shown quite why.

it always upsets me when female characters are written solely to add depth to a man, and it was sad to see SC’s flagrant disregard and disinterest in her as anything outside of the Romantic Interest. I honestly think although she has way less page time, Annie was actually treated with slightly more care and depth than Lenore Dove was, and that’s appalling. idk, I just care about women and seeing one of the main women in the story be written so poorly was really disheartening.

[askthehylianchampion]

Uh-! What did you all do?!??

( @ladycremecaramel )

[morningstargirl666]

hi! do you have any long canon klaroline fic recommendations?

i’m missing klaroline and actual canon isn’t gonna cut it

I'm going to assume by long fics you mean multichaps? I've always found this fandom seems to be lacking in them, and I'm not talking about the 5-10 chapter fics --- I mean the long ass, epic-length fics that transport you to another dimension and rob you of nine hours of your life in a back-alley because you couldn't close the ao3 page at 1am. Other fandoms seem to have dozens of them but klaroline? Not so much. Writers here seem to prefer the 50k one-shots or playing with a different AU altogether, which is fantastic of course, but sometimes you crave something different, you know? Something you can lose youself in. It's what made me write TBBW, initially. However, that doesn't mean the fandom doesn't have some canon-divergent gems.

Epic-Length Wonders:

Red Queen by KS_Caster / @ks-caster

3-Part Series, Over 200k+ words. Season 4 Canon-Divergent. The last part is a WIP. I absolutely adored this fic when I first read it and I still adore it now. Klaus puts Caroline first and continues to put her first during the search for Silas' cure and it is fucking amazing. The werewolf/hybrid world building in the second fic inspired me to write more fics like it. It's not had as much attention since it was moved to AO3, but trust me, this fic is a hidden gem.

Wicked Schemes by willowaus / @willowaus

30 Chapters, 260k+ words. Season 1 TO Canon-Divergent. Ignores the baby plot. Caroline inherits the powers of a harbringer and the way its weaved into the fic so flawlessly makes you question if it wasn't just canon to begin with. Honestly epic world building. Wolf!Klaus also makes an appearance! A true klaroline classic.

make them bow. by for_darkness_shows_the_stars / @stars-and-darkness

35 Chapters, 220k+ words. Season 1 Canon-Divergent. Klaus is dropped into season one while Caroline is still human. Klefan bromance. Damon retribution. Forbes family dynamics. Klaus covered in blood. Council Members and Founding Family warfare. There's a reason this is the most commented-on fic in the entire fandom even though it's barely been out a year.

Binge-In-One-Sitting Multichaps:

Til I Tasted You by KiryTheStitchWitch / @kirythestitchwitch

4 Chapters, 22k. Canon Divergent/Soulmate AU. Will ruin you with single most devastating declaration of love in existence, forewarning you now.

throw roses into the abyss by marxandangels / @marxandangels

7 Chapters, 99k+. WIP. Technically Season 6 Canon-Divergent (after Liz dies) but ignores canon for the most part, especially TO wise. Explores the concept of humanity-less vampires so well, with a dash of world building on the side. Klaus and Caroline's relationship is also explored with such nuance --- like these two aren't just attracted to each other but entwined by their very souls, kind of nuanced. Oh, and the bloodsharing scene drawn by here by @stardust414 lives rent-free in my mind.

Someone's First Choice by unpublishednovelist

10 Chapters, 29k+. Post-Canon. This one's a WIP but I'm keeping my eye on it because it's good. Like hella good. Caroline decides to say fuck it and goes with some college friends to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, accomadation covered by our favourite Original hybrid. She breaks up with Tyler over voicemail. Queen shit.

All I Need by emeraldvixen

14 Chapters, 60k, E rated. Canon-Divergent/Wolf Mate AU. In the mood for some hot and steamy smut? Emeraldvixen's got you covered.

the fate makes for a lousy poet by for_darkness_shows_the_stars / @stars-and-darkness

7 Chapters, 50k+. Season 3 Canon-Divergent/Soulmate AU. The Originals in pajamas. Need I say more?

Who put Bella down the Wynch Elm? by for_darkness_shows_the_stars / @stars-and-darkness

7 Chapters, 60k+. Post-Canon. A murder mystery whodunnit with original side characters and Caroline in all her bad ass glory, after she's left Mystic Falls and its hellmouth-worthy shenanigans. Just - for a minute - imagine canon expanded on the tvd universe and revisted the fact the Originals are little more than nightmarish stories in the supernatural world, or that Stefan is the most infamous mass murderer on the east coast and maybe you'll understand how amazing this fic is.

Important to note these were all specifically Canon-Divergent multichaps. There's plenty more gems out there, just for different AUs and lengths. I also only looked at my ao3 bookmarks for this, so like, I'm probably forgetting several.

[missviviii]

i’m absolutely obsessed with grumpy x sunshine ship dynamic so i would love to see if you could write about mizu having a partner who is super energetic and excited while she’s always annoyed.

maybe at first mizu didn’t care for the reader at first but ringo insists on having reader tag along (maybe they are a healer or archer? it doesn’t matter to me!) then mizu slowly starts liking the reader the more she gets to know her? but reader is oblivious and doesn’t pick up on the hints even though it’s obvious mizu like her

sorry it’s so long 😭 i’m so in love with mizu it’s not funny i’m in the trenches right now

a/n: oooh alright!! 🫶 i love this ideaa

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“The Sunshine to the Darkness”

warning(s): swearing

summary: poor mizu has been dropping hints here and there but you, my dear reader, are oblivious to them.

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You stumbled across Mizu that very day she was fighting the Four Fangs. You were an archer, a rather good one at that. But what were your arrows to their swords? So you stayed in the distance, raining down arrows upon them when they got too close to Mizu.

Mizu could not tell who was helping her, distracting the Four Fangs long enough for her to attack them off guard. Yet she was grateful for your help, you managed to save her from quite a few blows that would’ve put her in a much worse condition.

You were doing fine staying back from the fight, that was until you saw a man (Taigen) approaching Mizu just as she killed Bloodsoaked Chiaki and badly wounded. You thought he was going to kill her the moment she fell unconscious from her injuries and blood loss, so you jumped into action. You shot at him, sending an arrow his way, in which he managed to dodge at the last minute.

Ringo appeared just then, tackling Taigen to the ground and demanding to know what happened to Mizu. You hopped off the rocks you were standing on and jumped onto the ground, running over to Mizu and checking her injuries.

“Is my master okay?! Oh no, he needs medicine and help!” Ringo said as he lifted Mizu onto his back. He told you to come and follow him and keep Mizu sitting upright on the horse while they went to a nearby abandoned temple to tend to Mizu’s injuries. You sat on a horse, Mizu behind you with her arms around your waist.

Her eyes opened weakly, finding herself now on a horse and her head lying on someone’s shoulder. You. Mizu looked down, noticing the bow on your side. So you are that archer Mizu thought. And then her tired eyes closed once again.

Mizu woke up once again, this time on a bedroll with you hovering over her with a concerned look. You gasped, realizing she’s up. “You’re awake! Oh my goodness, I thought you were dead!” You loudly exclaimed, helping her sit up. Mizu groaned, both from the pain and your loud voice.

“Gah, shut up, will you? So loud..” Mizu grumbled as Ringo walked over to her and handed her a bowl of medicine to drink. You sheepishly smiled, whispering a soft ‘sorry’ before you stood up and walked over to her clothes. She looked at you. That smile, that little smile. Why did it make her stomach do jumps and flips?

“Here, I sewed up your clothes again. They were ripped and in bad condition so I thought I’d fix them for you.” You placed her clothes, neatly folded, beside her. Mizu looked at you, but didn’t say a word. You hummed, waving Ringo goodbye before you walked outside to see what was Taigen doing.

Ringo looked at Mizu, who was drinking her medicine with a disgusted look on her face. “Master, I think they should stick around with us! They would make a great addition to the team, and they can use the bow and arrow!” Ringo was excited, if you joined the team, you could travel with them and help Mizu! Mizu looked at him, a bit annoyed he’d suggest to drag another person when she could barely stand him.

But somehow, Ringo managed to convince Mizu. Eventually, she reluctantly agreed, allowing you to tag along. Ringo was ecstatic since he liked having you around. Mizu acted like she was annoyed and tried not to pay attention to your shenanigans, but the thing is, she did pay attention. To your smiles, to the jokes you told, to the way you would squeal when you find some cute little charm, and how you were so eager to move in the morning when everyone was still drowsy.

“Hey,” Mizu says while you were looking at jewelry a local stall owner had on display when you and the group were passing by a village. She held out a hairpin, a beautiful one with blue flowers and small diamonds on it. You looked up at her, a bit confused by the gesture. Or why she’s looking away with her hand hiding her flushed cheeks. “I got it for you. You were staring at it very intently..”

You squealed, taking the hairpin and holding it up with a big smile. “Mizu! You didn’t have to! Oh my lord, it’s so pretty!” You smiled, wrapping your arms around her tightly. Mizu’s eyes widened, caught off guard by the sudden hug. Sure you hugged her plenty of times, but this one just hit different. She put on hand on your back as she muttered ‘you’re welcome’. “You’re such a good friend!” Oh, you oblivious little— That hit her a little bit.

Taigen walked over just then, busy eating something until he noticed you hugging Mizu. You, the sunshine of the group and probably the loudest beside him, were allowed to hug Mizu? The closed off, cold-hearted Mizu? Oh there was something fishy.

“The fuck is happening over here? You two getting ready to go out and party or what?” Taigen walked over to the two of you with a suspicious look. You looked at Taigen, clearly beaming as you showed him the hairpin Mizu bought you. Taigen looks back at Mizu, who was pretending to be looking at something else. He connected the puzzle pieces together and— OH. Mizu liked you. He almost smirks, looking at Mizu who was clearly side-eying him with poison in her eyes.

You were so oblivious, so dense. Mizu would never let anyone touch her besides you, much less buy a gift with actual sincerity behind it for someone.

Poor Mizu has been attempting to drop hints for you, yet you never catch on. She lets you sleep on her bedroll, carries you on her back when you complain you’re tired, buys you things you like—hell she even lets you touch her and cling onto her. And you unfortunately did not catch on. How is someone so smart like you yet so oblivious?

“Are you this dense?” Mizu asks out of the blue one day while the two of you were sparring. You looked at her weirdly, confused by what she meant. How did that have anything to do with what you two were doing now?

“Is this your way of calling me dumb or..?” You’re re puzzled, confused by what she means by dense. She’s the one that’s dense, right? You keep trying to show that you like her by doing things like sewing her clothes, buying her charms to carry around on her sword, and taking care of her when she’s sick yet she doesn’t get the hint. You snapped back to reality, jumping off the ground as Mizu aims the wooden blade towards your legs.

Mizu groans, both from annoyance of not being able to hit you and you also being far too oblivious. “No, I’m saying your ass is oblivious-“ she says as she blocks your wooden sword from swinging at her face. You took a step back. Oblivious? About what?

“I dunno. Is there something you need to tell me?” You asked, to which she replied with a soft huff.

“God you’re dumb. You idiot, I like you!” Mizu yells as she stabs her wooden sword into the grass below her feet. She runs her hand over her face, flabbergasted at how oblivious you were. These past few weeks, she’s been passing numerous hints, giving you special privileges, even doing things with you that are a tad bit too friendly to be considered ‘just friends’. And you don’t fucking notice!

It took you a few moments to process that. That it hits you. Her being extremely nice to you were actually hints and little clues! “OH- I thought you were being a good fri—“

Before you could even finish that line, Mizu tackled you onto the ground and slammed her lips against yours. Your hands immediately went to her waist, while her hands ran all over your body. The kiss was rough, almost like she was starving.

Finally she pulled away, out of breath and her face red. “Don’t even think about saying that line ever again. I’ve heard enough of it.”

[misteria247]

do you like stangst. if so i have idea for something. au where during wiredmaggiden bill capture stan instead of ford for what ever reason. ford ends up trying to save stan alone because of course he dose and while he sneaking in he over hears stan and bill talking. "why won't you just tell me where ford is most likly hiding? you have already risk so much for your brother he never even gave you a half hearted thank you. why go through even more pain for him?" "That's thing. my brother may not care about me but i still care about him. and i'm not helping anybody hurt him. no matter what." "So you know your worth nothing to him and yet your still loyal to him." "What can i say, i'm the dumb twin."

D: I WAS HAVING A GOOD TIME ANON OUCH I LOVE IT

[star-mom-selkie]

you are a fat and ugly man and you look nothing like a real biological woman

aside from being objectively wrong youre also a coward. like. youre so wrong its hilarious.

[blindmagdalena]

honestly i love imagining the reader trying to ride homelander for the first time and him moaning/being overstimulated when she sits on him and her forgetting who he is for a second and going 'shit, did i hurt you?' and him just. being so conflicted by that phrase. of course a human can't ever hurt him and you should watch your tone but also... it's nice you care so much for him. makes him feel cared for, in a way

18+! Given the sounds he makes, no one could blame you for mistaking one for pain. That sharp gasp and the breathless keening moan that follows it.

"Oh fuck," you breathe, hand braced on his bare chest, legs tightly bracketing his hips. He's sweltering beneath you, holding your hips in trembling hands. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

He opens his pleasure-bleary eyes, confused.

It'd be laughable if he wasn't so delirious. You? Hurt him? No, it's another matter entirely. He's accustomed to his gloves and his padded suit acting as a barrier to the world, to the overwhelm of sensation, but he has none of that when he's beneath you.

He's completely at the mercy of the wet, clenching heat of you. It's a betrayal of his stamina that he becomes too sensitive to continue long before he's finished with you.

"What? No, nngh, it's... y'just... y'just feel really fucking good," he says, nearly chokes on that last word. "Too good. So much. It's so much."

"Do you want to stop?" You ask, touching his jaw. Your thumb strokes his cheek and he moans for the tenderness of it. For the care. He'd begun to think there wasn't anyone who could witness what he's capable of and still think to treat him gently.

"No! No, just... just stay... Stay like this," he says, holds you still while he recovers.

You oblige him—you always do—and bend over to kiss him. Your lips are slow and loving against his, coaxing. You cup his face with both hands and sit with him inside you, feeling you, tasting you. It's torturous bliss. He slips his tongue into your mouth, greedy for as much as he can get despite the magnitude of it all, and you lick right back into his.

With a smile, you sink down until your chests are pressed together. His hands slide up your back and he wraps his arms around you, embracing you, needing you more than he's never needed anything in his life. Your lips are like velvet against his, slick with spit and kiss swollen. It's so much more than he's ever had, so much more than he knows how to handle.

He comes just like that, without having to move a muscle, his cry swallowed up by your dreamy kisses.

[ongreenergrasses]

Late night confessions fluff

somehow this got written almost immediately, I hope you enjoy anon 💜

“You can sleep,” Finnick says gently.

“I’ll stay awake with you,” Annie says around a yawn. The last time she’d checked, it was two in the morning, and they’re in a pile of blankets on the floor of the bedroom. But Finnick’s not sleeping, he’s still too wired, so she won’t either.

“You don’t have to.”

“I missed you. I want to stay up with you.”

“I missed you too,” he says quietly.

“No, you didn’t. I know you don’t think about me while you’re there.”

“That doesn’t stop me from missing you.”

Finnick doesn’t usually talk like this with her. It’s not as simple as him being scared to. It’s smart for him not to tell her how he feels, because if he says it, there’s always the chance they’ll overhear it through the bugs in the house. Snow knows about them, but he still thinks Finnick’s humoring her to keep her calm. That he pities her. The longer they can keep it that way, the better.

It doesn’t stop her from wanting to hear it.

Annie rolls over onto her side and nearly knocks heads with him. “Will you tell me a secret?” she says. It comes out almost as a whisper.

“What kind of secret?”

“Any kind,” she says.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“Finnick, that’s not a secret.”

“I don’t tell you enough.”

“You don’t need to. Tell me another.”

“I’m afraid of heights.”

Annie stares at him. “Really?”

“I didn’t use to be.”

“What about when you’re there? Aren’t you in…” She casts around in her memory. She doesn’t think any of the Capitol buildings were less than maybe three, four stories, and the wealthier the person, the higher the floor they lived on. She remembers that. “Tall buildings?”

“I don’t look out the window.”

“Huh,” she says. “Tell me another.”

“You first.”

Annie thinks about it. “When I was little,” she says, “I found a duck.”

“A duck?”

“A baby duck. And it was abandoned, I sat with it for a while and the mother didn’t come back. I didn’t know what to do, so I took it home and put it in the sink.”

“Annie.” She can hear him holding back laughter. “How old were you?”

“Six, maybe? Seven? My sister was still alive, and she was so mad, she tried to take a swing at me with one of the pots.”

Finnick starts laughing. Annie bites her lip to keep in the smile. She loves his laugh, she always has. “Did you keep the duck?” he asks.

“For a while. Then we ate it.”

“How is that a secret?”

“My brother never found out.”

“How did your brother never find out?”

“We kept it under the sink, and he’s unobservant. Do not tell him.”

“Well,” he says. “I’m sorry you had to eat your duck.”

“I still have a feather from it.”

Finnick’s laughing so hard he can’t talk. Annie doesn’t really think it’s that funny, but his laughter’s infectious, and she starts to laugh, too.

“Tell me another,” he says, once they’ve both calmed down.

Annie doesn’t have many secrets. The biggest secret she has is how she feels about him.

“It’s selfish,” she says. “But I don’t want you to leave me.”

There’s so many ways he could leave her. He could overdose, again. Something could go wrong while he’s there, people hurt him so badly, and there could be an accident. But mostly, he’s miserable. He’s so miserable, and she’s not enough to keep him alive forever.

It doesn’t hurt her feelings, the knowledge that she’s not enough. She dreads it, she dreads the day he’ll leave her, but she hopes it’ll at least be here, at home. Where he can be comfortable, and feel as safe as he ever does.

“Come here,” he says, and Annie moves a little closer, close enough that their foreheads are touching. “I have one for you.”

Annie hums.

“I want to marry you.”

Annie’s heart stops.

He’d whispered it. There’s no way anyone’s heard, and she’s trying to tell herself that’s why her heart’s pounding in her chest, the fear that they’ve been overheard, that the bug in the bedroom somehow picked it up, but she knows it’s not true. That it’s what he’s said instead.

“I know we can’t. And I don’t - it wouldn’t be fair to you. I don’t want to put you through that.”

“Through what?”

“Being my wife.”

Annie shivers. She presses a little closer to him. “You wouldn’t be putting me through anything.” Their lips are almost brushing as they whisper.

“It can’t happen,” he whispers. “I know that. But that’s what I want, more than anything.”

“More than anything, hmm?”

He nods.

Annie carefully reaches up, up to stroke his hair. He startles but doesn’t move away from her. “I know you’d be so good to me,” she murmurs. “That you’d show me how you feel every day.”

He nods again. Her fingers curl briefly into the hair at the nape of his neck, and he shivers.

“I would be so lucky,” she whispers. “To have you as my husband.” The words fall off her tongue, hang in the air. She realizes that she’s shaking, just a little.

Finnick leans in and kisses her.

He’s never told her he loves her. He probably never will. She doesn’t care. He shows her every day. She feels it every day, how much he loves her. She feels it in everything he does for her. She feels it in his kiss.

She winds her arms around his neck and kisses him back.

[did-i-do-this-write]

I'm asking a bunch of good writers about this

How can I write a good "antagonist getting redemption" trope?

Not sure how helpful this will be to you by the end, but I can take a crack at it. Full disclosure, I've never written an "antagonist redemption arc" into any of my own stories, and I am currently working on more of a "protagonist corruption arc" at the moment, but writing is all about building blocks so there are some similarities.

Feel free to pick through this ramble and use all, some, or none of it.

Writing an Antagonist Getting Redemption Story

My main piece of advice, as with all plot twists/big changes, is that it's all in the set up.

Throughout the story, show us why it makes sense that the antagonist would be redeemed. Is it their beliefs that align more with the protagonists? Does something major happen during the story that changes their worldview forever? Are there outside forces controlling their decisions that they need to overcome?

Redemption arcs work best when the audience is waiting, on the edge of their seat, for the antagonist to realize that redemption is the best option for them. Even if the readers see it coming, it's still a satisfying conclusion to a fun journey. When a redemption arc comes out of nowhere it makes it seem forced and derivative rather than impactful.

Don't worry about whether or not it's "tropey" or "cliche." People throw those words around so much they have become pretty much meaningless. If it fits your story, your characters, your narrative, and what you want to do then fucking go for it. All of these ideas have been used and recycled and rinsed out a hundred times before. But even stories that use these ideas are still fun, exciting, and grab people's attention.

That's all I got for now. If you have any questions or want more ideas feel free to DM me!

[morningstargirl666]

If Klaus didn’t exist, who would you have wanted Caroline to end up with? I vice versa if Caroline didn’t exist who would you want to be Klaus’s endgame?

I feel that Matt was always wrong with her because she would never live up to Elena in his mind. I liked her relationship with Tyler and agree with Klaus when he said he was her first love, but I always thought they had no real future together. Her relationship with Stefan was interesting and I really liked how he actually promised to be a better man for her and be worthy of her. He married her and some things he said rivaled Klaus. If Klaus wasn’t an option, I’d want her to end up with some like him. It’s the least she deserves.

As for Klaus, I feel like he and Aurora had a nice relationship, but she was always toxic for him and wasn’t good for his mental state. His chemistry with Camille was ok, but I feel like she was just a bland knock off of Caroline so I can’t get on board. I feel like he and Hayley could have been something, since they share many similarities and she’s very different for his usual type. She also is a morally ambiguous and comes from a difficult childhood like Klaus, and she values family and is close in physical age to him. I also feel that her being a werewolf and later a hybrid made her even more similar to Klaus and had they not had that stupid baby drama going on, could actually have become something interesting.

However I’m glad both Caroline and Klaus exist since they are the ultimate TVD Couple!!!

Oh, boy.

Anon, you have no idea of the beast you've just woken. This is such a loaded question and I have such an essay length answer that disagrees with yours, so apologies in advance but---

[cracks knuckles]

First of all, I do agree on the Matt and Tyler front. Caroline would have never ended up with Matt, because not only would she have never been able to live up to Elena, but Matt was also still in love with Elena while he was dating Caroline. In fact, I'd go as far to say Matt was still in love with Elena well into s3 and s4 --- in 3x16 Matt and Elena have a conversation about her and the Salvatores, and when Elena mentions Damon got under her skin, and no matter what she does, she can't shake him, Matt replies with "Once you fall in love with someone I don't know if... I don't know if you can ever shake them." And he says this while looking at Elena. An awkward silence between the two follows, loud enough that Elena actually questions if they're okay, worried talking about the Salvatores is weird for him. A few episodes later, if that confession wasn't enough, he and Jeremy desperately conspire to get Elena out of town and away from Alaric and everyone else, hoping to protect her---not really sparing a thought for Caroline or the others, despite the fact the Council are literally trying to kill them. So, in this instance, actions really speak louder than words, and all Matt's actions point to his continuing affections for one Elena Gilbert.

Caroline and Tyler wouldn't have worked out either, just like you say, but for different reasons opposed to her and Matt. Tyler is the first person to want to put Caroline first, above anybody, and he does try to, god, he tries; he wants to---but outside factors always get in the way. First, it was his pack loyalities: I hate him for not saving Caroline from Jules and her pack, but I also can't really blame him---he's lost and alone, just a teenager whose lost his shit Dad and then his Uncle in quick concession before finding out he's a freaking werewolf. Of course he turned to Jules when she rolled into town---who else was going to help him? Who else was he going to trust? Caroline? Who lied to him about the vampires in town? Who tried to keep him at arm's length, knowing his bite could kill her? Nah, unfortunately, him making mistakes in the beginning and following the wrong people is completely understandable, when you think about his position. Still doesn't excuse it, but you know, such a thing as nuance. Then, of course, it was his sirebond to Klaus that wrecked the relationship, which literally meant he couldn't put Caroline first, even if wanted to. And then once Tyler's jealousy and hatred of Klaus got involved, the relationship turned sour and became way past saving. But to be honest, even if Klaus had never sired Tyler, or not gotten involved in the relationship between Tyler and Caroline at all---I don't think they would have worked out because they've just always been heading in different directions. Unlike what Klaus believed, Tyler was so much more than a "small town boy" and he was always going to end up leaving Mystic Falls, searching for a pack of his own to lead. They had no future together, because their futures were always destined to be polar opposites. The relationship was sweet and hopeful, like any first love is, but it was never meant to last.

Now.

[inhales deeply]

Stefan and Caroline.

I don't get this ship. I just don't. And I'm not just saying this because I ardently ship Klaroline---I understand other ships, and why people might root for them, even if the ship is not for me. I understand the love for Stelena and Delena; I understand why the TO audiences shipped Klamille---even to a certain extent can see why they might have liked Klayley---and it comes down to a simple truth; there was canon development for those ships. Stelena and Delena are the obvious examples, Klamille was obviously the main pairing for Klaus over on TO, and Klayley---although absolutely outlandish to me (we'll get to that in a minute)--- I can understand, as it's more of a fanon ship that didn't really exist in canon, but could have, if TO had decided to go down the road that has the same kind of vibes as arranged marriage aus---but baby mama edition. Basically, what I'm saying is, there always was something to root for.

But what's there to root for with Steroline?

With most ships, even if you don't ship them, you can remember their peak, romantic moments. Stelena? I think of Stefan fighting complusion for Elena, or of him respecting her choice and saving Matt before her. Delena? Kissing Damon on death's door. Maroline? Matt carrying a drunk Caroline home and tucking her into bed, and then staying with her when she asks. Forwood? Caroline staying with him while he turned, refusing to leave, even when he could kill her. Hell, I could even name a few for Klamille and Klayley and I hate those ships.

But I can't remember a single one for Steroline. Not. A. Single. One. Telling, that.

In fact, I'd go as far to say all Stefan did was make Caroline miserable.

The development was rushed from the get go---apparently Caroline had feelings for him this entire time? After he shot her down so badly in the pilot? Stefan going as far to say nothing would ever happen between them??? Oh, but you say, that's the beauty of it---NO BITCH IT AIN'T. Did you not see my question marks?????????? The amount of emotional damage that single interaction probably inflicted is insane. Some of you have never been rejected by a boy and it shows.

If that starting point wasn't bad enough, Stefan had to be convinced he had feelings for Caroline. Like. Yeah. Super romantic, that. Love a man that has to be persuaded into asking me out. What a catch. And THEN, over the course of the show, wherein they actually start dating, Stefan not only repeatedly puts other people like his brother first, but doesn't respect Caroline's decisons to boot. I can't remember what season it is, but doesn't he literally kidnap Caroline to get her out of town and 'protect' her? And they have this big arguement where Caroline is like, you would have never done this to Elena. AND SHE WAS RIGHT. HE NEVER DID DO IT TO ELENA BECAUSE HE FUCKING LOVED ELENA.

And all the bullshit about him promising to be a better man, to be worthy of her. Bitch boy you are a mass murder with your own legendary kill count that rivals Jack the Ripper's infamy. You have have murdered children. No wonder Klaus had the hots for you, you're basically his version of wet dream caked from head to toe in blood. There is no redeeming that. But 'I can fix him'---no, Caroline you can't. It is not your reponsibilty to be his moral compass, or his doting housewife while he fucks off elsewhere on the latest mission to clean up Damon's mess. Have some self respect and get out now. We didn't watch 5 seasons of your absolutely amazing character arc just to see all that development washed down the drain.

So yeah. I am not a fan of Steroline. If Caroline doesn't end up with Klaus, in my head she's finally left Mystic Falls and galivanting around the world, actually learning to love herself. Both the girl that died in a hospital bed and the vampire she had become. If she met and married anyone, it would have to be someone that bestowed her the respect and affection she deserves, and not anyone from Mystic Falls, because they clearly can't.

Klaus, I wouldn't pair with anyone else either. With Camille, it's not just that she was so very clearly a Caroline knock-off, trying to capture what those two had and transfer it to TO---she was also never a well-written character overall. I highly doubt her character would pass the Bechdel test, and she was always written in service of Klaus and his plotlines, not herself. Hayley isn't an option for me, because although I understand the ship, it's not a romantic relationship to me---it's purely sexual. He didn't care for Hayley at all, even tries to kill/maim and/or curse her and that's once she's carrying his child. Aurora, I like as a part of Klaus' backstory; one of the many women he's been with throughout the years, and perhaps, the last he actually loved. Because that's the thing---although I would never expect Klaus to be celibate, and has certainly been in love before... I don't believe he's allowed himself to love before he met Caroline. His experiences with Tatia, Aurora and his parents have tainted his perception of love so badly he believes it to be a weakness by the time we see him appear in TVD---Caroline is the one that changes that. Without her, he wouldn't be seeing anybody. Sleeping with them, sure, but not in love with them.

Except for Stefan. Maybe he'd be with Stefan, if Rebekah hadn't bagged him first (siblings, am I right?).

[peppymintdreams]

pickle gets hit on by a client and isaac gets jealous..

Hmm this was something interesting

Lines Crossed

Isaac Rhoades x Pickle

A client who crosses personal boundaries with Isaac’s assistant and partner test the limits and finds out

The mid-morning light filtered into Isaac's home office, casting a pale glow over the stacks of documents scattered across his desk. Isaac sat rigid in his chair, face impassive, as Mr. Devereux, a slick businessman rattled on about his case. Isaac’s eyes flicked over the details, his focus sharp, betraying no hint of the inner calculations he made as Devereux spoke.

Pickle stood quietly by Isaac’s side, a constant, grounding presence, though they could feel the tension subtly rising. Isaac’s hand occasionally brushed theirs, a rare, almost imperceptible gesture of acknowledgment. His seriousness never wavered, however; his stoic nature often made moments like this feel like they were witnessing a storm brewing beneath calm waters.

“I’m telling you, Rhoades, I’ve been framed. The evidence is circumstantial,” Devereux insisted, leaning forward with too much confidence for someone in his position.

Isaac gave a slow, measured nod. “That’s what I’m here to determine, Mr. Devereux. But I need full transparency from you. No omissions. Every detail counts.”

Devereux smiled, his gaze sliding toward Pickle, lingering a little too long. “Of course. Full cooperation.” His eyes traced over Pickle with something far from professional, but Isaac said nothing, though his fingers tapped once against the desk, a tiny, controlled gesture only Pickle would catch.

Standing from his chair, Isaac grabbed a folder from his desk. “I need to retrieve additional files from the lobby. It will only take a moment.” His voice remained calm, but his gaze, as he looked at Pickle, softened slightly a fleeting moment of quiet reassurance only they would recognize.

Pickle gave him a small nod, their own silent way of saying they were fine. Isaac's hand squeezed their shoulder before he turned, stepping from the office with that same collected air that made him both intimidating and compelling.

Once the door closed, the air seemed to change. Devereux’s relaxed posture shifted into something more predatory. He leaned back in his chair, a smirk pulling at his lips as he turned his attention fully on Pickle.

“You’ve got a good thing going here,” he said, his tone casual, but there was an undertone that made Pickle stiffen. “I imagine it’s not just work that keeps you close to Isaac.”

Pickle raised their eyebrows but kept their expression professional. “We work well together,” they replied simply, turning their focus back to the tablet. They wanted to avoid where this conversation was heading.

Devereux, though, wasn’t finished. He leaned forward, his voice dropping into something more suggestive. “You’re sharp. Attentive. I could use someone like you. I’d be willing to make it worth your while, in more ways than one.”

Pickle’s grip tightened on the tablet, their posture stiffening. “I’m not interested,” they said evenly, but there was a firmness beneath the words.

Devereux chuckled, leaning back with that same smug smile. “You’re loyal. I admire that. But come on, no need to be so formal. Rhoades doesn’t have to know everything, does he?”

Before Pickle could respond, the door creaked open, and Isaac stepped back into the room. His eyes scanned the scene quickly, his calm demeanor dropping into something colder. The files in his hand were forgotten as his gaze zeroed in on Devereux.

Isaac's jaw tightened. He didn’t speak right away, but the air around him seemed to thicken with tension. When he did, his voice was measured but held a chilling edge. “Mr. Devereux, I trust the conversation remained professional in my absence.”

Devereux leaned back, unfazed. “Of course. Just a bit of friendly conversation. No harm done.”

Isaac’s eyes darkened, and his presence seemed to fill the room as he stepped around his desk, subtly placing himself between Pickle and Devereux. His tone dropped, each word deliberate. “Pickle isn’t interested in any offers from you, personal or professional.”

The tension in Isaac’s posture was palpable now, though his face remained a controlled mask. His hands, however, were balled into fists, resting calmly but ominously at his sides.

Devereux raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the reaction. “Relax, Rhoades. Just talking. No lines crossed.”

Isaac’s gaze was hard, unwavering. “If you want to keep working with me, you’ll make sure that remains the case.” His voice was quiet but loaded with unspoken warning. “This conversation ends here. Now.”

Pickle placed a calming hand on Isaac’s arm, grounding him before the situation could escalate further. “It’s fine,” they said, their voice gentle but firm as they looked directly at Devereux. “This won’t happen again.”

Devereux’s smirk faltered, his bravado slipping at the realization that Pickle wasn’t playing along. He stood, shrugging nonchalantly. “Fair enough. I’ll be in touch, Rhoades.” He sauntered out, the door clicking shut behind him.

The tension finally broke, but Isaac’s rigid posture remained, his eyes fixed on where Devereux had just stood. He turned to Pickle, his voice dropping into something softer but still carrying the weight of his protectiveness. “Are you alright?”

Pickle smiled gently, stepping closer. “I’m fine. You handled it.”

Isaac sighed, some of the tension easing from his frame as he wrapped his arms around them. His tone softened even more, a rare moment of vulnerability showing beneath his usual stoicism. “No one crosses that line with you again. Not while I’m here.”

Pickle rested their head against his chest, letting the warmth of his embrace melt the last of the tension away. “I know. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

[newbienewness]

Fireman Garreth? Pretty please? 🥹❤️

Here you are anon, hope you like them 😘

[misteria247]

You’ve done Ford saying “Don’t talk to me or my grandniece ever again”

But please consider:

Mabel standing in front of a confused Ford, pointing her grapple hook at someone: “Don’t ever talk to me or my amazing-est, smartest, Grunkle ever again!”

*Slams hands on a table*

ANON YOU GET ME IN A WAY NO ONE ELSE DOES

[mewvore]

you do realise that anyone capable to taking out the fascist fucks is going to be smart enough not to openly plot on the internet right?

and that openly and seriously calling for people to be killed runs a real risk of being hauled off by the cops or the feds? people arnt cowards they just dont want to get their door busted at 4am by arseholes with guns and no sense of humour

my point was that if your response to someone saying "the Democrats are capable of snatching loss from the jaws of victory" as a joke is to bring up how fascism will come if you don't vote for them, you're being a little absurd. ANY kind of "but the nazis" type of response to dunks like "dems could find a way to lose a game where they're the only players" is in my opinion ridiculous because a joke at the expense of some of the most wealthy people in the country who barely have to even interact with the public isn't always some 4D chess level psyop to get people to not vote. Sometimes its just an expression of frustration and irritation from a person who has so few options to even choose from. Like full transparency I'm not trying to start an ANTIFA militia I'm a poor artist who draws porn for a living and I'm making jokes at the expense of an 80 year old politician almost fumbling his re-election odds because his political party couldn't find anyone else to take his job. and yet people are imagining "haha democrats" is code for saying the words "don't vote" and going okay get ready for the nazis then if you don't vote. because rather than look at the DNC and chastise them for their absolutely piss poor offerings its easier to blame any potential loss on the sway of public opinion from jokes on a dying social media website