#davina rambles

[leon-swedfinqs]

i would like people's suggestions on who to add or if any of the characters need to be moved

no i am not ok why are you asking me

[shadesofdeviant]

I had this super weird dream last night and I think my brain needs to stop.

It was basically like a scene straight out of the David Tennant Cinematic Universe.

Alec Hardy, Davina and Anthony Crowley were identical triplets. In that age order as well, with Alec the eldest, then Davina and Anthony the baby.

Alec was the token cishet male of the trio, grumpy and snappy with health problems up to his eyeballs, who seemingly drives everyone away with his surly nature but who will murder anyone who looked at his siblings with even a hint of disgust on their faces. And then proceeds to verbally tear them to shreds until they cry. Very much became a detective to defend people like his siblings.

Anthony the baby of the trio was chaos incarnate. Like a chihuahua just not as small. Decided one day that their gender identity was "uhh...all of them?" and spends all their money on red hair dye and designer clothing and taking their soft angel of a partner for dinner. Also fiercely protective of both their siblings. Was ready to rage war on Sandbrook and Tess on Alec's behalf. Often threatens Alec's pacemaker like that will make sure it keeps working.

Davina was the middle child and the eye of the storm between two halves of a hurricane. When she came out and transitioned Alec & Anthony instantly swapped pronouns for her. If looks could kill, anyone who tried to flirt with Davina or spent too long seemingly trying to "work her out" was at risk of bursting into flame under the heat of Alec's and Anthony's glares. Davina's actually the one to be concerned about though, she'll give you a sweet smile as she snaps your fingers in half. Prepare for endless torture if she finds out you hurt her siblings.

Honestly part of me is thinking...what the actual fuck was my brain doing last night?

The rest of me is thinking...ooohhh fic?

[rafetopia]

i forgot i still had headcanons requested in my drafts, they’re coming tonight i think, they’re almost done i just forgot about them lol

[impliedscamp]

I think I need to go back to my roots (davina pfp)

[divinesorciere]

Oh. That's where the familiarity comes from. It's in his face, in his magic, in his blood. She hadn't spent time around him when he was a child, not much, and really, had only seen or heard about him in passing, but she knew who he was.

"You're Kol's nephew." It was easiest to think of him that way. Not as her son, not as one of them, just Kol's nephew. Even though it was her death, something that happened to her, a little guilt seeps into her expression, and she can't imagine how she looks now. Freshly resurrected, guilty and suspicious and a little angry.

"You remember that?" He was only a kid when it happened, and she can't think too much about that because he's clearly not a child anymore. "How long have you been trying to do this?"

Matthias grimaced at the suspicion in her tone, knowing that it was justified. "Because. . . I wasn't strong enough to save you before," he answered softly, guiltily. "That day, when you. . ."

He turned to face her, but kept his head bent down as he spoke, clutching the cup of coffee with both hands in front of him. "I watched my mom drain the magic from you, condemning you to something worse than death. . . I heard you screaming. . ."

Matthias sighed heavily before finally looking at Davina again. "I was just a kid," he said, desperate for her to understand. "I couldn't stop her and Elijah, no matter how badly I wanted to. . . But I could bring you back. I knew that I could do that. I just-- I didn't realize how long it'd take me to be able to do it without killing myself in the process."

[captain-mj]

I plead with you, on my hands and knees, for some Selkie!Soap x Human!Ghost where Ghost meets Soap's father-

Oh hell yeah! In this au, Ghost is a changeling, I hope its okay that I kept with that

Soap was frantic, going back and forth between pacing and rambling. It was only their second day of leave and his dad asked Soap to bring his new boyfriend.

Ghost didn't want to tell him to calm down since he had Soap's coat on so instead, he just stopped him with his hands.

"Johnny, it's going to be okay."

"You're about to meet my family!"

"I've been talking to your mom for weeks." Ghost reminded him gently. "You're going to be okay."

"My sisters will be there! Both of them!" Soap said softly. "What if they don't like you? What if you don't like them?"

Ghost laughed. "Usually that's my line." He moved closer and held his hands. "You like me and I like you. That's all that matters."

Soap nodded. "My dad is..."

"I know. I know." Ghost sighed. "We'll get through it. It's just two days and after this, we can go back to our cabin."

Soap leaned into his shoulder. "I don't understand why he wants to meet you."

Simon softened and squeezed him. "It's okay, love. Promise." They were rather close to each other.

"You called me love."

"It's a good nickname for you." Simon tried not to blush, aware that he didn't have his mask.

Soap leaned forward and kissed him softly. "Mo fhíorghrá." He pushed Simon's hair back and trailed his fingers through it.

"What does that mean?"

"A devious insult. You probably don't want to know."

"You're a fucking bastard. Go finish getting packed. I'm going to ask Price to extend our leave when we're done."

"Thank God. I want to spend more time here."

Ghost grinned. "With me?"

"Nah. Wish you'd stay outside, you bawbag." Johnny teased back before pulling away to get dressed.

Ghost grabbed his things and waited for him.

The journey there was luckily quick and then they were on Soap's parents doorsteps.

Soap had managed to chew all of his fingers to the quick in anxiety.

The man that opened the door was... well, he looked almost exactly like Soap. His hair was longer though, cut in a more... traditionally male cut to Soap's mohawk. His eyes were green and he was clearly a bit older.

"Hello, sir." Ghost straightened up, glad he had his mask on. The man set him on edge and he couldn't decide if it was what Soap told him or just... the vibe around him.

Soap smiled. "Hey, dad!"

"Fergus MacTavish. So you're my sons..."

"Husband." Ghost saw his eyes go to the coat.

"I see. Come in. Your mom is in the kitchen, Johnny." Fergus made a dismissive motion and Ghost watched him shrink down just a bit before slinking off to the kitchen.

Ghost sat across from Fergus and immediately noticed someone walking right behind him.

Davina, Ghost could tell because her hair was dyed a bright purple, smiled at him. "Are you Ghost? Johnny's talked about about you before!" She was the other selkie.

"Oh? He's talked about me?" He could feel Fergus staring at him.

"Yep. Said you're a giant hardass who works him too hard." She smiled and winked. Ghost huffed.

"He's right. I'm his Lieutenant. Someone has to keep him in line."

Davina laughed. "Cup of coffee?"

"I'd kill for a tea."

Davina laughed harder. "Wow, you actually are that british. I'll see what I can rustle up. Mom keeps some usually." She left him in the room with Fergus again.

The man was still staring at him.

Simon thought about when he came home from the army for the first time. The way his mom's sleeve had lifted up just a little and he had seen his dad's handprints on her. He had dragged him outside and beat him in the street like he was a dog.

This man hadn't done anything in his sight, but already, he felt the same anger he had felt that day bubbling up. His mom had tried to pressure him into seeing his dad in his final days and he hadn't because he was sure he would take him out of the bed and finish the job. The anger was something he knew well. He dealt with it occasionally on missions.

"So Simon." Ghost grit his teeth. "How long have you had his coat?"

"A week now. Not too long. Still getting... used to it." Ghost measured his words carefully.

"I see. Treating my son well?" Fergus tilted his head, looking genuine enough. "Selkies are a bit fragile. Emotionally. I'm sure you've noticed how sad they can get."

No. Ghost hadn't. "In their eyes right? Always so sad."

"Exactly. It's best to keep them busy. So when can I be expecting him to leave the military?"

"What?"

"You're not going to let him reenlist are you? Shouldn't you keep him at home?"

Ghost stared for a minute, more than a little taken back. He was expecting cruelty like he experienced as a child. Beatings or being told you were useless. Not this. It caught him off guard.

"I want to keep him in the military. Keep him close to me."

"Makes sense. Easy access huh?" His tone was light. Normal. Like they were talking about the weather.

"I like spending time with him." Ghost answered honestly.

"If you tell him to shut up, they can't speak until you give them permission to. Comes in handy. Especially with my kids." He laughed and had sorta leaned in. Trading secrets. "You really can make them do whatever you want. As long as they can physically do it, they will. They have these instincts too. This drive to be the best for their person. Best partner. Best friend. Anything they can. Eventually, you barely have to order them."

Ghost felt bile in the back of his throat. "That simple huh?"

"Yep. Snap your fingers and he'll jump." He snapped his fingers. "Just make sure they stay busy. Can't let them find the coats, ya know?"

Ghost held Soap's coat a little closer around himself. "Right..."

Davina came back with a cup of tea for him and cup of coffee for her dad. She perched on the window seat, right behind Fergus. She glared into Ghost, her calm demeanor disappearing.

Slowly, she mouthed at him. "Watch yourself."

Oh thank god. She was cool.

He didn't pay much attention anymore, just staring blankly ahead as Davina and Fergus talked. Already, he was starting to regret this.

Soap sat next to him, almost but not quite touching him which he was thankful for. Ghost picked up that Fergus didn't talk to him with the others around. He tried not to think too much about that.

Soap's mom was lovely. She smiled at him and commented that it was nice to have someone else that doesn't drink coffee.

"I hope vanilla is okay? I don't really keep Earl Gray in stock..." She was a tiny lady, but her hair was incredibly dark for her age. It curled around her and was clearly something she took care of.

Ghost quickly shook his head. "No, vanilla is fine."

"It's his favorite but he won't admit that." Soap laughed and Ghost instinctively pulled him just a little closer. Fergus gave him a sharp look but Ghost interrupted before anyone got the chance to say anything.

"Maybe." Ghost smiled.

"Oh! Do you want to see some baby photos?" Moray, Soap's mom, said excitedly. "I never get to show his partners these!" She grabbed a book and his sister quickly crowded on Ghost's other's side. He tried not to fidget too much at all the contact.

"Mom..." Soap whined but he let her.

Moray put the book on the table. "A little hard to explain that he was born with white hair." She showed him the baby photo of tiny Soap. His eyes were almost black, like an actual seals and his hair was a pure white color like snow. As the photos changed to his toddler years, he looked perfectly human but they were now intermingled with pictures of a tiny seal pup.

''You were so small." Ghost hummed. "So you guys actually turn completely into a seal?"

"Completely." Soap smiled. "It's pretty fun. I'd have to have my coat back though."

"Never going to happen then." Ghost replied like he was told. He saw Moray flinch but one glance between them and she immediately relaxed.

As hard as he tried, Ghost couldn't imagine being this vulnerable and also this trusting. He could be puppeting Soap to act like this around his family and none of them would know.

What a disconcerting thought. He glanced at Soap.

Ghost hadn't noticed it earlier, but around his family, he could see it. This faint sadness. It was more prominent in their mom. Davina had it, though only when looking at her family.

He couldn't handle this. He needed air.

"Excuse me." Ghost pulled away and went outside, hugging the coat closer. He couldn't feel the cold, but he knew outing himself as not human wouldn't be smart. The snow piled up but he just stepped out.

Fucking hell.

He missed his mom.

Ghost jerked up, straightening his posture. Where the fuck did that come from?

He thought about her. She'd love Soap. Of course, she would though.

Mary Riley was a good woman.

What would she do?

She'd help. Somehow.

Ghost should help too.

Simon let out a breath. "Alright. I'm going to find this woman's coat if it fucking kills me."

[jennifersminds]

bestie what Lana Del Rey songs fit tvd characters or just tvd to you?

my bestie, my love, thank you so much for this ask !!!

as someone who's endlessly obnoxious about both tvd and lana del rey this is quite literally a dream come true so-,

SONGS FITTING TVD AS WHOLE

Video Games

"It's you, it's you, it's all for you. Everything I do, I tell you all the time"

tvd at it's core is about people doing unjustifiable things for 'love'. Whether i choose to read some relationships as more of a predatory obsession, the crux of this show is damaged grieving people sacrificing and further damaging themselves and others in the pursuit of it, see the mikaelsons with eachother and the salvatore's with Elena and Elena with basically everyone. And I've always read Video Games as both one of the most beautiful love songs of all time but also as an acknowledgment of codependence and lost potential. The song romanticises monotony and mundane life, which is fair. but there's a touch of melancholy beneath the surface of picture perfect normalcy. much like tvd itself.

Love

Look at you kids with your vintage music Comin' through satellites while cruisin' You're part of the past, but now you're the future Signals crossing can get confusing

...

Look at you kids, you know you're the coolest The world is yours and you can't refuse it Seen so much, you could get the blues But that don't mean that you should abuse it

following that theme,

"part of the past but now you're the future," Could refer to any of the vampire's in the show but I personally love it when thinking of Elena and the doppelganger's before her. In the background of all of history but with an endless future before her. "You could get the blues, But that don't mean that you should abuse it," EVERY FKN KID ON THAT SHOW. And yes I mean kid, the MF gang were children. And they did, in fact, get the blues and abuse it.

ELENA

Norman Fucking Rockwell

"you're just a man, it's just what you do, you're head in your hands as you colour me blue."

Anyone who's read my endless rambling before knows where I'm going with this but, jfc the salvatore's !!! Both Stefan and Damon (and canon as a whole but wtv) view their mistreatment of Elena as something unavoidable. Following the theme of horrific acts in the name of love from earlier, Stefan didn't have a choice in entering Elena's life. To him, it was his right, his purpose. (he had to know her).

Despite Elena being a grieving child who did not need any more bullshit in her life. He had too. And when that later caused even further turmoil, both from his own actions and indirect, unintended consequences. He metaphorically put his head in his hands, it wasn't just her suffering but him. In fact, if he really thought about it, later in canon, that is. It was almost equally her fault what happened. From his POV atleast.

Damon basically follows all the same beats but is more open about it, bemoaning his own lost chances with Elena as something completely disconnected to his very purposeful and avoidable choices to cause her pain. He's impulsive, it's not his fault.

"Goddamn, man child You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two"

Damon could only dream of being 6'2 but you get it.

Pretty When You Cry

"I'll wait for you, babe, you don't come through, babe You never do, babe, that's just what you do"

For one, she is very pretty when she cries, and two, see above.

ELIJAH (essentially every 'she fucked that old man' song in ldr's discography)

Million Dollar Man

"Someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you,"

"You're screwed up and brilliant Look like a million dollar man So why is my heart broke?"

He is screwed up and brilliant and he does break my heart.

BONNIE

Season of the Witch

Obviously, like... (also Davina, I never talk about her but that's my girl)

Pretty When You Cry

"I'll wait for you, babe, you don't come through, babe You never do, babe, that's just what you do"

Similarly too Elena, she's also pretty but the thesis of Bonnie's character is unfortunately being let down by the people around her. If tvd hadn't had jplec as a showrunner we probably would've gotten some proper character arc about that before season eight but...

ELEJAH

Cinnamon Girl

"There's things I wanna say to you But I'll just let you live Like if you hold me without hurting me You'll be the first who ever did"

kill me. literally fucking kill me like it's them fr.

BEKLENA

Doin' Time (yes it's a cover but Lana owns it tbf)

"Me and my girl, we got this relationship I love her so bad, but she treats me like shit"

The toxic girlfriends I deserved but wtv.

"I'd like to hold her head underwater"

Because she drowned her.

REBEKAH

Old Money

"But if you send for me, you know I'll come And if you call for me, you know I'll run I'll run to you, I'll run to you I'll run, run, run I'll come to you, I'll come to you"

Stuck in an endless cycle of finding freedom and falling back to help Klaus when he needs it.

"The power of youth is on my mind Sunsets, small town, I'm out of time Will you still love me when I shine From words but not from beauty My father's love was always strong My mother's glamour lives on and on Yet still inside, I felt alone For reasons unknown to me"

Never ending quest for humanity and mortality, her eventual fate of taking the cure. The loneliness of her thousand years etc

Honorable mentions for, Young and Beautiful (pretty much everyone's mortal x immortal ships anthem but specifically the Klarolines fuck with it so hard which I repect). Say Yes to Heaven, also works for literally every ship but it's always very Kolvina to me.

[andreal831]

If everybody had survived at the end of TO, after hope was out of school and living her own life, do you think Hayley and Elijah would travel the world together? Would they continue to just live in New Orleans? Or do you think they would settle down somewhere like Manosque?

One reason I love haylijah is because I truly felt like they wanted the same things out of life. It felt like they found their missing piece that would help them create the life they wanted. All they wanted was family. So I don't think they would leave their family just because Hope is off at school.

First, they wouldn't have sent Hope to school. Hayley sending Hope to boarding school never made sense to me. Hayley fought so hard, even lost her life, for Hope only to send her to boarding school and see her a couple of times a year? Absolutely not. Hayley grew up without her family, she wouldn't have done that to Hope. Sure the school allowed Hope to be around supernatural creature, but so did New Orleans. And in New Orleans, Hope could be herself. She was protected by the factions. She was the heir to the pack, Davina and Vincent wouldn't let anything happen to her so she had the witches protection, and she hadn't the strongest vampires watching over her. All of whom could teach her more than human Alaric could. So at the end of TO, if they all had lived, Hope never would have gone back to that school, especially once Klaus and Elijah caught wind of how Alaric was talking about their family. They would have kept Hope in New Orleans with them and focused on her education in New Orleans, allowing her to learn with the supernatural community down there.

But even if Hope decided to move away for college or just to travel herself, I don't see Hayley or Elijah leaving New Orleans completely. At least not for a while. New Orleans was the first place either of them had ever felt at home. There is a scene, I can't remember when, but where Hayley tells Elijah she wanted to fight for New Orleans because she wanted Hope to have a home. Like the traumatized kids they were, both Elijah and Hayley just wanted a home.

They would have eventually moved out of the compound when Hope was old enough and gotten their own place. Hope of course would have had her own room if she wanted to stay with them. It would have been out in the bayou because Hayley would want to be with her pack and Elijah would enjoy being out of the city. It would be close enough that their family could still stop by unannounced at all times, but far enough to keep them their own space.

Don't get me wrong, they would still travel. Elijah would want to show Hayley the world. Some vacations Hope would come with them, or even the whole family. But they would make sure they went on at least one by themselves each year. Hayley would enjoy finally being able to travel and relax, with and without Hope. Klaus or one of her aunts or uncles would take Hope on solo trips when Hayley and Elijah traveled so that Hope wouldn't feel left out. They would all love showing Hope different places they had been throughout history. Hayley would love watching Elijah ramble on about the historical significance of each place and Hope would grow bored and try to move him along. I wish we could have seen the Mikaelsons travel together.

Long answer short, Hayley wouldn't want to leave her pack or the Mikaelsons and Elijah wouldn't want to leave his family. I see them spending a considerable amount of time in New Orleans. They would eventually move away, after all they have eternity, but New Orleans would remain their home. They would always keep their house there and return from time to time. Not only was it their first home, but it was where they fell in love and it was where Hope was born. It would always hold a special place in their heart.

Thanks for the ask!

[thehollowprince]

I mean its a little bit that the most powerful witches were the White ones. It's very much related to how the Original Vampires were all White and went so far as to seed fake lore and myths around the world in other cultures to hide it. That just made these lame ass family ridiculously important. Its a really gross Eurocentric view of history

You're not wrong in any regard.

I probably could have worded my response to that ask a little better, but as someone who is a big fan of witches and magic users within this genre, I like all the characters that get to utilize their craft. And it's, like you said, very Eurocentric when it comes to everything supernatural related on that show.

The fact that the Originals were presented in place of the Old Ones from the books, who dated back the Bronze Age or even earlier, but now are a barely 1000 years old Viking Family. It's the fact that before that backstory was given we had the Aztec and Roman references to the Sun & Moon Curse, only to have it be an elaborate prank by the Mikaelsons so that Klaus could feel more like a man.

To circle back the witch aspect because I feel like I'm rambling, I stand by what I said before. I don't dislike characters like Davina or Liz and Luke Parker for their ability to be incredibly powerful witches. Given how overpowered even the weakest vampire on this show is, it's nice to see witches (and werewolves) flex their power to even the playing field, even if only briefly.

When it comes to Bonnie, she was allowed to he powerful, but then was IMMEDIATELY humbled afterward so as not to upstage the white characters. I would argue that Bonnie was actually the most powerful witch we had in this universe (though admittedly, I never watched any of Legacies so I don't know about the Tribrid - god I hate that word). And obviously, yes, this was because of the racism of the showrunners and the writers, whether intentional or not, but it still burns all these years later.

Ultimately, this all comes down to Plec & Co. watering down the source material so that they could make it more palatable for people who were just tuning in for the love triangle and relationship drama, a staple of The CW. And I'm not saying that like the books were these literary masterpieces, because they weren't, but st least thought had gone into those, whereas the show was just "how do we make this the most simple version we possibly can so that we can get back to the drama?"

[jdlightful]

Logicality post !! 😱

LOGICALITY PRINCE X KNIGHT AU

Forbidden Love

Chapter 1: Love At First Sight

Logan was on his rounds, patrolling the palace grounds, when he heard a loud crash from the east wing. He rushed to investigate, sword in hand, and found a guy lying on the ground. It was Prince Patton.

"Are you hurt, Sir?" Logan asked, offering him a hand to help him up.

"No, I'm fine," He said, brushing herself off after taking the knights hand. "Just a little dizzy."

Logan looked him over and saw that he wasn’t really injured, though he would probably have a bruise on his knee. "May I ask, Your Higness, what are you doing out here alone?" he asked.

The Prince looked down at his feet, avoiding Logan's gaze, scratching the back of his hair. “I was just trying to.. Well find a shortcut.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. Something about this man didn't add up. He could feel it in his gut. "I see," he said, lowering his voice. "Well, if you're sure you're okay, I'll escort you back to the main entrance. Come on."

He offered him an arm, and he took it gratefully, still avoiding his gaze. As they walked, Logan couldn't help but take note of the way he walked. He was graceful and elegant, like a dancer. Even though there was a slight limp to it.

Logan escorted the Prince back to the main entrance and made sure he was okay before taking his leave.

As Patton made his way towards the sleeping chamber, his father ran into him. “Hello, my so-“ he cut himself off as he noticed the limp in Pattons walk. “What happened?” He asked, looking down at his son’s knees.

“I was trying to get to the sleeping chamber with a shortcut but I fell and then this knight helped me come here.. I haven’t seen him before.. I think he’s new-“ Patton rambled.

“I see, you must’ve met Logan, he’s new, he’s Princess Davina’s brother. He’s here to protect the castle, he’s the one with glasses, right?” His father asked, making sure he was right.

Patton nodded.

In the following days, Logan found himself thinking more and more about the strange encounter. He couldn't get the image of the Prince out of his mind - his messy hair, his nervous smile, he was kind as well.

As he went about his duties, Logan noticed that he began to pay more attention to the Prince's activities. He was fascinated by his passion for art, impressed by his generosity towards his subjects, and intrigued by his shy, yet extroverted nature. And yet, there was always something holding him back. Logan couldn't shake the feeling that their encounter meant something more, something he couldn't quite put into words.

As the days turned into weeks, Logan found himself looking for the Prince at every opportunity. They would share a glance across a crowded room, or exchange a few words at a royal function. It was love at first sight.

[braveclementine]

Part 19

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. Also, all of Severus and Elizabeths' childrens names are mine and mine alone. I also do not condone any copying of this.

WHITEHALL, CELLAR

🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶

Mari petted Snowball, the cat disliking being in the cellar of Whitehall. They were only a few blocks away from the Ministry of Magic where they were going to attempt to steal. . . retrieve. . . hmm, borrow (?) the time turner. 

Delphi had gotten her hands on ingredients to make Polyjuice potion, which Mari knew must've been prepared over the summer since it took a month to make the potion. She also knew from her visions that these must've been taken from the Hogwarts potion cupboard since that's what Headmistress McGonagall had noticed was gone. 

Mari wasn't sure how she felt about that, the vibes from the Delphi woman growing more untrustworthy as time went on. 

"So we just take it?" Scorpius asked, looking at the bottle in front of him. 

"Scorpius, do I really need to explain to you- ubergeek and Potions expert- what Polyjuice does? Thanks to Delphi's brilliant preparation work, we are going to take this potion and be transformed, and thus disguised we will be able to enter the Ministry of Magic." 

"Okay, two points, one, is it painful?" Scorpius asked hesitantly. 

"Very- as I understand it." Delphi said. 

"Thank you. Good to know. Second point: Do either of you know what Polyjuice tastes of? Because I've heard it tastes of fish and if it does I will just vomit it back up. Fish doesn't agree with me. Never has. Never will." Scorpius rambled on. 

Mari had read her mothers' books and knew that her Uncle Harry thought that Polyjuice Potion was the worst thing he'd ever taken, including Skelegrow. Mari had never had to take Skelegrow as she had never been active enough to break a bone. However, when Davina had broken her leg climbing a tree, she had cried when she had to take the medicine. 

All in all, Mari was not looking forwards to taking the Polyjuice Potion. 

"Consider us warned." Delphi said, before knocking back the potion in her hand. "It doesn't taste of fish. Actually it tastes quite pleasant, yum. It is painful but. . . take it back. There is a- slight-" Delphi burped before turning into Hermione Granger. "-Slight- overpowering- fishy residue." 

"Okay, that's. . . wow." Albus mumbled. 

"Double wow." Scorpius said. 

When Delphi spoke, she sounded exactly like Maris' Aunt Granger, "This really doesn't feel how I- I even sound like her! Triple wow." 

"And I'll be Quadruple wowed when we get into the Ministry, get the time-turner, and get out alive." Mari said dryly. 

"Right. Me next." Albus said quickly. 

"No. No way, José. If we're doing this, we're doing it together." Scorpius said as he put on a pair of Harrys' glasses. 

Mari dropped her mother's hair into the glass, wondering what it was going to be like, being her mother. She watched as the brown sludge turned a beautiful turquoise colour. Scorpius' turned gold while Albus' turned a dark red, almost light brown for Ron. 

"Three. Two. One." Albus counted down. Mari tossed back her drink and immediately wanted to retch. It was indeed one of the worst things she'd ever drank, tasting like a mixture of mud and sewer water. 

The taste is only drowned out by the pain of Mari changing. She shrinks down to her mothers size, her shoulder length black hair growing and lightning up. Her anorexic thin body becomes bigger, though still slender. 

Mari observed herself in the mirror, realizing that she was not perfect. She had tired bags under her eyes and she had stretch marks along her thighs and stomach. And yet, she was still beautiful- her mother that is. 

She noted how sad she made her mother look, since it was her resting face on her mother. Was this how she constantly looked? She knew she was different from the other kids. Didn't laugh or smile easily, but her life wasn't bad either. She wasn't depressed. But looking at her sadness on her normally cheerful mother made her realize something deep inside. . . she just couldn't place her finger on it. 

"This is going to be slightly weird, isn't it?" Her Uncle Rons' voice came from behind her. While she had been observing herself in the mirror, Scorpius and Albus had been looking at each other instead. 

"Go to your room. Go straight to your room. You've been an incredibly awful and bad son!" Harry/Scorpius cried out dramatically. Maris' lips twitched into a smile, which definitely looked more natural on her mothers' face, which made Mari realize another thing. 

To really pull this off, she needed to not only look like her mother, but act like her as well.

"Scorpius. . ." Albus/Ron laughed behind her as Mari looked back in the mirror, trying a larger smile. It didn't fall naturally to her, but it looked a lot better. 

"It was your idea-" Scorpius defended himself as he fixed his glasses on his face. "I be him and you be Ron! I just want to have a little fun before I-" He burped "-Okay, so that's utterly horrible." 

"You know." Albus commented as he ran his hands over his body. "He hides it well, but Uncle Ron's got a bit of a gut growing." 

"I think my mother has been hiding her stretch marks with magic." Mari commented with another smile. "She shouldn't though, I actually kind've like them." 

"Your mother is actually really hot." Scorpius said and then paused, "You know what, I think I should probably take that back." 

"Considering you're disguised as Elizabeth Potters' brother, I would agree with that." Delphi said and then added, "We should go- don't you think?" 

As they walked onto the street, Scorpius continued to backtrack his thoughts, "I said that wrong Mari. What I meant was that many guys think your mother is hot. Like you've heard them at school, right?" 

"Harry!" Mari complained, pushing his shoulder playfully. "Knock it off! I don't want to think about it." 

"Right, right, sorry Elizabeth." Scorpius coughed, holding his hands up in surrender. 

Delphi led them to the telephone box, dialing 62442. Mari almost jumped as a voice in the box spoke suddenly, "Welcome, Harry Potter. Welcome, Hermione Granger. Welcome, Ron Weasley. Welcome, Elizabeth Snape." 

Mari smiled as the box started to descend into darkness. 

Hmm. . . this smiling thing was coming more naturally with time!

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Hello!! I was rereading Little Favors (for the hundredth time now probably, it's just so good and wonderful and always gives me butterflies when I read it) and getting to the part where Kol says that he's never been anyone's best friend before just hit me so hard. Like when was the last time he'd been able to just be around someone? To be able to nerd out about magic without it being a life or death situation? To just have fun with people he can trust won't stab him in the back? It all just made me want to wrap him up in a blanket and let him relax and have fun.

(On a slightly lighter note, I was listening to the song Seven by Sleeping at Last and the whole restless wanna see and know and experience everything really reminded me of Kol)

Sorry for the ramblings, it's just every time I read your fics I just get so many thoughts and I had to share. Thanks for being your awesome self! -🍪

Okay, first of all...

Second of all...

Thirdly, you are so right! I thought it was so, so sad that we never once saw Kol make an actual friend without any drama or ulterior motives to hide. I mean there's that undefined period of time during which Kol pretended to be friends with Jeremy Gilbert but, honestly, that's just more sad. It's why I headcanon that Kol has BPD or Borderline Personality Disorder. It's highly likely that he believes he has to create an entirely different personality in order to be liked or cared for or loved - that just Kol himself will never be enough for anyone, that no one will ever love him for who he is instead of what he can do for them. Of course, he had Davina, but that relationship was drowning in drama and hidden agendas from the very start. Though she forgave him for abiding by Esther's mandates seeing as he really didn't have much of a choice, Davina still only associated with him after that for his "witch encyclopedia brain". I think that's just incredibly sad.

Edit: This rant was originally much longer but this post got messed up by Tumblr. I'm not sure how, but it did. Anyway, Anon, if you're still willing to associate with me after this train wreck of a post, I just wanna say that I listened to Seven. I love Sleeping At Last, but I'd never heard that song before and I LOVED it! You're absolutely right, serious Kol vibes there. Somebody should make an edit to that song. Not me bc I'm not good at editing and I'd never be able to do it justice, but SOMEONE NEEDS TO!

Also, never apologize for rambling. I can't express how much I love your asks! I want to hear every single thought you've ever had about my fics, or about the fandom in general. Heck, I'd love to hear what you ate for lunch today and how your day is going! Thank you so much for being here and supporting me. You're amazing and I love you and I hope you find a random treasure trove of free change in your pockets next time you do laundry!

Until you ask again!

[foundationbuilt]

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send ⭐ for me to choose which muses i would like to explore <3

i sincerely apologise for the ramble but this is what it came to sjsjsj. i'll put it under a read more so the whole dash doesn't have to suffer a long ass post.

scott & allison, ugh these babies like that was scott's first love and he was a stupid teenage boy with his heart on his sleeve and he made so many mistakes but allison holds so much of his heart. always. even if they break up, or don't get back together, or are just friends now, or whatever. she's so so important to him.

scott & lydia, the best of buddies. like this girl could have been like him, bitten by the same wolf and would've been part of the same pack ( even if it wasn't a pack ) but she didn't turn. she had something else going on, and scott wants to help so much with that and he feels such a connection to her anyway. and later he'll never understand how he could have ever gotten through life without lydia because she is one of the most important people in his life. i also do like exploring the idea of scott and lydia romantically ?? like, interesting how that would come around, but mostly i like them being platonic bffs.

on a role reverse for us muns, i'd like to explore dean and sam winchester interacting with scott because hunters coming across a true alpha like scott !!! that would be interesting, especially considering what part of the timeline dean and sam are at.

klaus & hayley !!!! one of my otp's, whether that's romantic, platonic, familial or enemies. i love these two's dynamics so so much, like it honestly has so much of my heart no matter what is going on with them. i love getting into the gritty realities between them as well as exploring how much they have changed and grown and evolved together. also so much potential for canon divergence's !!!!

hayley & davina's friendship !!! like these girls know what you have to do to survive in new orleans and they just ... help each other out when they can. it's all they can do. I think there's just something so sweet about this and i love it. i'd love to see hayley and davina also being like, older, and sister-in-laws, and being like, ugh, mikaelson christmas.

clary & simon, parabatai! best friends! awkward boyfriend-girlfriend! give me them all, like these two are the sweetest ever and clary loves him so much, and she needs him. he's literally the other half of her soul and, ughhhhhh! i love this dynamic.

clary & jace, another one of my otp's !! like these two angel kids struggling so much in this world with all these lies and pretences and false identifies they had been made to believe about themselves, finding each other amongst it all and finding themselves as well, and being together while doing that. as well as all the angst of course, because we can never get enough of that. but i'm good with angst and exploring that but also a happily ever after where they get to live the rest of their lives together. also would be interested in an au where the uprising didn't happen or happened later or whatever and clary and jace were both raised by valentine ... *side eye*.

jace & alec, parabatai boys!!!! that is jace's best bro, his soul, the first person who ever loved him and jace will never ever ever forget that. like alec is his soulmate and i will always scream about this dynamic. could also explore romantic jalec as well if you were interested in that.

jace & tessa, because herondale family feels !! i would absolutely adore building up a dynamic between jace and tessa like ....!!!!!!

percy & jason, these golden boys of their camps !! like there is so much potential there that's more than the macho falsity that didn't fit either percy or jason in canon that they were forced into. it is a dynamic i've explored in rp before and would absolutely love to do so again, there is so so so much potential. !!!

percy & annabeth, everything absolutely everything. like there's nothing i wouldn't write for these two.

percy & vienna, as soon as i read her about i thought of vienna helping percy control himself during a meltdown. like when he's creating a hurricane because of something that's went on and unable to control his emotions, vienna helped to control the weather even if only a little and it was enough to snap percy out of it and well, i don't know, but that's just what first came to my mind ... we could build on that.

peeta & katniss, again, everything, all the gritty details from the beginning to the end, i am so precious about these two, they hold my heart in so many ways. like they are so so damaged but aaaaaaaaaa !

RIGHT SO. i don't offically have rhode as a muse yet but i was talking with another mun about making her one tonight and then i saw kaia born in rhode island and it just ... felt like fate. rhode taking an interest in this one demigod ...

regulus & draco, like an au where regulus lives and he sees draco going down the exact same path that he did and he's like, no, stop, and that's his cousin's boy ( and he loves him, he loves narcissa, and he loves draco ) and he desperately doesn't want draco making the same mistakes !! ugh, that actually wretches my heart so much to think of regulus trying so hard to protect draco.

there are more but ... yes, i think i rambled enough jsjsjsjsjsjsj.

[dandeliicnsarchiived]

@hellgiven asked: [ car ] for tyler!! // nsfw prompts // accepting these at drabbles until stated otherwise!

prompt: [car] for our muses to have car sex while it rains

Tyler didn't mind when it rained, it was a nice balance of being warm all the time to having cool raindrops hit his skin. However, he was only summoned to be in it on behalf of Davina. Playing Uber was something that Tyler didn't mind doing since it meant that the other person was safe and he could ensure that a safe drive home was to happen.

However, something about this day was different than others. Maybe it was the fire inside him that was roaring, the music he was playing to match the mood outside or it was simply being in Davina's presence that had him all wound up either way, this was going to long a car ride that he had to endure. Part of him was happy that she was going to be safe, the part was fighting thoughts and desires that he didn't want to surface right then and there.

Once he arrived to her destination, Tyler quickly exited the car once he saw her soaking wet from the weather. " Why didn't you wait under cover?!" He asked with a concerned tone as he removed his jacket to cover her head from further rain and escorted her to his truck. Opening the door for her so she could climb inside. He made note to wipe down the seats later or at least heat them up a little so it wouldn't cause damages to the interior.

After Davina was safely inside, shutting the door behind her; Tyler went to the driver's side to climb in himself. Immediately turning on the heat and heated seats he took off to drive her home. As he drove down the highway, he listened to the explanation he gave. Hearing how she was practicing her spells and trying to ground herself with nature and feeling the elements helped some but she wasn't able to get a proper outcome. Tyler didn't know much about magic, he was only used as a tool for it when Victoria needed a fire element for her own spells. The perks of being a walking element had its advantages and he was always happy to help it meant that his abilities could be used for good instead of being lethal or harmful to whatever surrounded him.

As the two conversed within the truck, Tyler made glances at Davina. Taking note of her clothing and how it stuck to her skin, her being a mess from the rain and wind. He notices the tattoo of the crescent moon on her inner wrist before returning his eyes back to the road. Attempting to push those lingering intimate thoughts to the back burner, Tyler wanted to give her his full attention so in started a conversation asking what she was trying to practice and improve on. He listened to her rants and rambles and responded to some giving his input on the situation, explaining what he did know and always asking for corrections if he was wrong. His knowledge with witches was limited but he contributed the best way he could telling stories of Victoria and the few witches that came to his bar and shared their experience.

However, this conversation was different on his end. While paying attention to her to the best of his ability, he felt as if he wasn't getting anything out of it since he was driving and not actually looking at her. Tyler always comprehended better while making eye contact and reading body language so he made the choice to stop driving and pull off to the side. They were maybe just a few miles from the exit he needed to take to take her home. Once the truck was in park and the hazards were on, he shifted to face her and they continued their discussion about magic.

Taking in her image, he found himself smiling and nodding, completely captivated by how passionate she was about her craft. The way she put so much of her heart into magic and how she wanted to branch into the darker arts due to her family lineage and the coven she came from. He admired how strong she was, and how motivated. Leaning in closer to her, using his center console as support. Tyler found himself staring at her lips and back into her eyes, Has she always been this beautiful? Tyler thought to himself, completely ignoring what she saying before he reached up to tuck hair behind her ear. It was a gentle movement before he parted his lips to speak softly, "I'm sorry, D. I'm not listening. " He admitted softly before pulling her in for a kiss before she could reply to him.

The two shared a passionate kiss; Tyler's hands tangled in her hair as they moved in sync. He wanted more of her, he needed more of her. Having instinct completely take over, he parted from her leaving a little breathless as he did so. "C'mere." He whispered before reaching for her to grab her gently and relocate her from the passenger seat to his lap. Holding onto her waist with one hand and using the other to adjust the seat back to where he was reclined, he went back to kissing her. Pecking her lips and moving to her neck to place gentle kisses and little bites in between. Tyler loved hearing the sound of her little moans and groans, he loved how she held onto him, slowly rocking her hips against him. Surely she could feel how hard he was under his jeans, so he acted accordingly. Adjusting himself to take off his jeans slightly and reveal his boxers he felt that was good enough for now until they mutually agreed to move on.

Going back to the kissing and biting, Tyler could feel her movements as she began to rock more aggressively. Holding onto her hips, reaching around to cup her butt, he gave a squeeze. However, he felt that he wasn't getting enough of her so he decided to move his hands under her dress. Feeling her skin, he took note of how soaked her underwear was, most likely from rain; Tyler opened his mouth to speak softly as he pulled away from their kissing. His chest rising and falling from being out of breath, he attempted to get some words out. "Do you mind if I take these off? I have a feeling they aren't comfortable." Tyler managed to whisper softly awaiting her answer, once she gave the okay he proceeded to remove her underwear, taking the time to feel her skin as he did so. Making the necessary and slightly awkward movements, the two couldn't help but giggle and laugh slightly as they worked their way around stripping clothes off. Since Davina allowed him to remove her panties, the least he could do was allow her to remove whatever clothing she wanted.

Tossing his jacket, shirt, her panties and moving his boxers down to expose himself, out of the two, he was the one that was practically naked while he urged her to keep her dress on. There was the paranoia that if cars did pass they'd see Davina and despite his tinted windows and the weather it still lingered in his mind. Tyler didn't want this moment to be ruined it, it was to perfect. The way the rain hit the window, the music he picked softly playing in the back. How Davina looked hot and bothered just by simply kissing. In his mind, it was like a movie that would he would replay in his mind over and over again.

Grabbing a handful of Davina's hair, he gently moved her head to expose her neck once more. Leaning in to place more gentle kisses, taking in her sent, the smell of her perfume mixed with the sweat that was forming from their moments and probably him since he naturally radiated heat. The steam began to form from his skin, hopefully the witch didn't mind and from what he gathered, she didn't. Her focus was on him, like his was on her. All he wanted out of this was to make Davina feel good, truth be told, he got off on it.

Seeing her reactions, hearing her moans, Tyler wanted to earn more. Deciding the intuitive to reposition her, he moved her in a way so her back was pressing into his check, her legs slightly spread so he could have access to tease her from both above and below. Taking the time to feel up her thighs, giving squeezes here and there. It was rare the two spent time like this together. Sex was something Tyler had done too much of in the past, he didn't care for his partners like he should. However this time, he wanted the experience to be different. Tyler wanted to take the time express how much she meant to him.

Feeling her skin, raising her arms to plant kisses as he held onto her. Despite being in a truck, he wanted to do his best by her. Once he was done giving her kisses and little bites on her skin, his hand went between her thighs. Whispering how wet she became, not only from rain but the actions he was performing. Knowing that he was doing good and her body was responding accordingly.

As he played and teased, taking the time to do different motions to earn different reactions. He heard a faint whisper of her asking for more, that she wanted him inside her. The request alone was enough to make him flustered and he was thankful that she wasn't able to see to see his face. Even though he's done this dance before, knowing and learning the ins and outs of a woman, it never fails to catch him off guard.

Adjusting himself and Davina in his lap to a proper position for entry, he groaned ever so slightly at the feeling of her once he began teasing her opening. It was wet and warm, a perfect opportunity to slide in with ease. Upon entry he didn't move much, he let her adjust to his size. Placing more kisses on her cheek and neck, Whispering, " I won't move until you're ready. " softly into her ear. Once Davina gave her approval that he could move, he began thrusting into her at a slow place. Taking his time to enjoy the new sensation he was experiencing.

Slowly rocking in a back and forth motion, it didn't take long until the movements picked up in pace. The moans and groans got louder, the sweat on their skin began to form but quickly began to disappear due to the heat that Tyler was producing. The downside to having sex for Tyler was that he had harder time control his body temperature, it was easy to caught up in moment with partners and it was harder time with Davina. Slowly down his pace a bit he offered to switch positions and asked if she wanted to take control as well.

It took a few moments, jokes here and there about how out of all places to have sex, a truck was the most inconvenient but the thrill of being caught was exciting. Once Davina adjusted once again to be facing him, Tyler reached up to brush hair out of her face and pulled her in to place a kiss on her lips. With the kiss they shared, Davina ever so softly moaned into his mouth as she guided Tyler inside her once again.

Groaning from the feeling of euphoria, Tyler held onto Davina tighter, almost pulling down a little fast causing her to gasp from the sudden feeling. A few curse words shortly followed by the mention of his size only caused a small smirk to form on his features. Trying to catch his breath, he apologized for the sudden movement only to hear that it was okay and they could keep going.

The eldest Atlas prided himself on having communication during intimate acts, and when he reacted in ways that would shock his partner, he always did apologize. The last thing he wanted was to make his partners uncomfortable or cause them pain without their official consent.

As the two adjusted to each other's bodies once more, the pace was just like the last. Hips moving in sync developing a type of steady candace, the sound of care skin hitting each other with each thrust that was given; the sounds of matched moans along with heavy breathing that filled the truck overshadowing the music that played in the background. Davina holding onto Tyler as she moved bounced up and down to make sure all the angles were hit to her liking. Tyler's arms wrapped around her, his fingers holding onto the fabric of her dress to the point his own dull nails scratched her skin adding a hint of pain to her pleasure.

More heated kisses were exchanged between the two, from the lips to the jawline to necks, making sure that they knew they belonged to one another in this very moment. Tyler was captivated by her body movements and how she was able to match his rhythm and speed. Occasionally she leaned back and as she did so, Tyler did his best to give her the support that she needed. Without much communication, they were able to tell what the other was doing based off of moans and groans. There wasn't a need to say, to the left, slow down, speed up they simply responded with body language and went from there.

Once Tyler felt that he was getting close to the finish, he put the thought on the back burner since he wanted to make sure that Davina would finish before him, or at the very least they could finish together. Removing one hand from her hips, he redirect it to her lower half. Manipulating and teasing her clitoris earning another gasp from her lips. The sound of pleads to keep up with what he was doing, and the sound of his name being sung to him only motivated him to keep up the motions. Once he heard the phrase I'm about to cum, Tyler began picking this up at a much faster pace, still using one hand to manipulate her, the other to hold onto her and his hips to thrust he was proud to see what happened next.

Davina's body shook somewhat from the intense feeling that washed over her, her hips slowly moving riding out the orgasm that they both shared together. There breathing changing from heavy to a slow and controlled. The witch sunk into Tyler's chest as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her and placing a kiss on her forehead. There was a moment of silence between the two before Tyler spoke to break that silence. "So how about I take ya home now?"

[galvanizedfriend]

Hi yokan!!! Hope you are doing well😄.Last few days I have been re-reading TW 1,2&3. And I found something really amazing. That you have given me something which I have always wanted. A beautiful Platonic relationship. I always felt like there was no such in The Orginals. IDKY🥱But in this amazing fic I got some really amazing Platonic relationship between characters. I'm a sucker for those😅 The bond between Caroline and Elijah, Caroline and Jackson was really good. In TVD we had two relationship like that Stefan and Lexi ( my fav🥰)& Damon and Bonnie. But TO had none 😔. And in my opinion Stefan and Caroline & Klaus and Camille could have been that but Julie had to ruin it 🤐 . (Totally just my opinion no hate to anyone)

So... This is just to say thank you for writing such great relationships and please keep continuing them. 🥰🥰🥰

Sorry for my ramblings🥺. But you are a really fabulous writer and I think I want to acknowledge and appreciate that once in a while ☺️. Be amazing and have great year ✨✨✨

Always your fan��️

Hi, friend 🥺 This is so sweet I can't even

Had to whip out my emotional Elijah gif 🥺❤️

I am also a sucker for platonic relationships and absolutely hate the idea that men and women can't be friends without ~~something more happening (especially in fiction). Julie Plec was the QUEEN of ruining perfectly nice platonic relationships by inserting subpar, annoying and often diminishing romance into things. Caroline and Stefan were the BEST as BFFs, romance ruined them completely. Damon and Bonnie were nice! I also liked Caroline and Enzo (although have to admit I did ship them romantically for a bit), but Julie didn't even let them become friends properly.

In TO, the only platonic relationships are Marcel and Davina (it's more like father and daughter, but sometimes friends too, I don't know) and Klaus and Hayley (although their shippers would kill me for saying that hahaha I never thought there was anything romantic between them, they were just co-parents and friends after a while). There was also Vincent and Freya, but they barely had any screen time tbh.

Writing the platonic side-relationships in The Wolf is one of my favorite parts, so it always warms my heart so much to read opinions like this 🥺 It's hard to insert that type of thing into a KC story, I never know how interested anyone is in reading about the other characters 🤣 But I have fun writing it. Elijah and Caroline in particular is something I was very proud of, because they had almost as much development and ups and down as Klaus and Caroline. He starts off by being romantically confused, but once that clears up they're just the cutest of friends, and it's very personally rewarding to see that they actually *feel* like friends, instead of merely forcing them into a relationship because. They had to overcome issues, differences, were there for each other through various things, to the point where I don't think they need Klaus to have a relationship. What they have is totally independent from Klaus, and I'm really proud of how that worked out (there is more to come for them!).

But another platonic relationship I really enjoy writing is Klaus and Cami! I didn't realize the two of them could've been nice as friends until I wrote them tbh. From the show, I just always had the feeling they had zero chemistry, nothing in common, Cami was the exact type of person Klaus abhors in general and it didn't make sense to me that they'd ever be drawn to each other in any way (especially after the way he treats her at the beginning). But with some tweks here and there, it could've worked. Obviously in TW they have Caroline in common, so she bridges the gap there. But I think their relationship evolved nicely. I didn't write Cami that much into the story until I absolutely had to because who cares, but I did write her in a way that I think would've made me like her better - as someone who didn't just let Klaus' BS slide, who actually demanded some reckoning on his part, made him actually apologize for what he did to her, to the point where she could start to trust him. And then on Klaus' side, someone who wouldn't just pout and cry whenever she said 'bad Klaus!' and then let her run around the city wrecking havoc just because. The balance works for me.

One of my favorite scenes in TW3 is between Klaus and Cami (it's up ahead, I think maybe chapter 18)! As one of my favorite chapters in TW2 was chapter 23, which is mostly Caroline and Elijah, Klaus is totally absent for the whole chapter.

Anywaaaaaay, I'm rambling 🤣 Sorry for the TED talk you didn't ask for, but your comment got me thinking many thoughts about that. Thank you so much for your message, it's truly the nicest thing! ❤️

Hope you have a wonderful week!

[cancerian-woman]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Y’all will like every tvdu ship but get to bonkai and wanna talk about morals

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#4

I only trust Bonnie being written well by Bonnie fans. As for the rest of y’all? You make me nervous.

101 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

#3

The magic of white witches in tvd. Freya slept for a thousand years and woke up super powerful without a struggle to perform a spell or even having some self-loathing due to her history with Dahlia.

As for Davina who faces a lot of similar struggles Bonnie did. But she gets her “fuck you, this my agency moment..”

Meanwhile we had to watch Bonnie physically be in pain when it came to performing harder spells. Not including her dying every season. Every black witch that was in the show eventually had some traumatic death on-screen that was never addressed.

Every time someone likes my older posts/asks I have more to add each time.

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#2

certain tvd fans: oh my god Bonnie deserved so much better it makes me want to cry. let me proceed to write her 4 words of dialogue in my fanfic.

130 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A rough draft of an excerpt that belongs to this au:

“Good morning,” Bonnie whispered, peeping her head out on the back porch. Of course, this is where Klaus would be. Sitting on the deck, listening to the birds chirp while chatting with their daughter. “I was wondering where you two went. You know I hate the silence of a empty room.”

Klaus was rocking an active two-month old Hazel. “Sorry, my love, the littlest witch had awoken and I couldn’t resist. She’s exquisite company.” After easing the infant gently inside her bassinet. Klaus’ sped from the rocking chair and back with Bonnie on his lap.

Klaus could list a heavy amount of things he missed with Hope. All of her firsts went to Rebekah. On and off fighting with Hayley upon Hope’s return. Missing four years of her life from Marcel’s prison. Now, he’s adding onto that time because of the hollow. Those are secrets and anguish from another life that he will hold until he can properly explain it to Bonnie.

“Sometimes I still can’t believe she’s real.” Bonnie replied, resting on Klaus’ torso as she holds Hazel in her arms examining her features as usual. She’d never be this tiny again. Brown skin, just like her mother’s. Green eyes inherited from her great-grandfather on her mother’s side. Maybe, the next will take up after Klaus.

“Yes, I carried her for months. Made plans with you for her nursery. The shopping—but that doesn’t matter! She’s here and perfect. Is it weird that everything I’ve ever done seems insignificant compared to her? I always wanted a full home so I didn’t feel alone.”

“No,” Klaus said, admiring the warmth that filled his body watching Hazel smile and coo back at her mother. “You were always saving the day. That doesn’t mean because you saved the day it gave you joy. Hazel, was and is your choice.”

Now that held some truth. Servant of nature is what a witch was supposed to be. Not everyone could be a Bennett witch even if Bonnie willingly gave her powers up.

“Caroline and Stefan emailed me. They want me to write the real history on Bennett witches for the boarding school.” Bonnie shrugged, lowering Hazel down to her breast to feed. While Klaus tugged her tank-top off her shoulder. “While Alaric is requesting talismans and other Bennett artifacts to show the students.”

“And, you don’t want that at all.” Klaus said, raising a brow. Not that he blamed her. A Bennett grimoire and a vial of blood in the wrong hands suddenly becomes a wild card for a supernatural.

“Absolutely not.” Bonnie agreed, cradling the curly head of her daughter. “I don’t think anyone else is deserving to write my family’s history but me.” She declared. “Giving up Bennett artifacts just sounds like an accident waiting to happen. Pictures exist for a reason.”

Kissing at Bonnie’s temple. “They could make a statue in your honor. I think that is just as fitting.”

“It is, since I’m the reason Mystic Falls isn’t a wiped out town on the map. A statue and plaque should’ve been made when the school was.”

“I could build one for you in our backyard,” Klaus remarks. “Right, in the center.”

“Can we put a raincheck on that statue? There’s a ritual Bennett witches perform after an infant is born. We do it during celestial events. I never had mine but I need Hazel to have hers. She’ll be sheltered by the spirits in all ways.”

Klaus’ eyes go wide for a moment. “I wasn’t aware those occurred. Ayana had four daughters and never practiced those.”

“You didn’t know she did those. It’s really private event. Witches of the past and present attend. The bloodline wants each off-spring prepared. All our daughter has to do is show up and be cute.”

“We can do anything you want.” Klaus agrees. Hope never had a coven of witches to shelter her upon birth and accept her immediately with open arms. If the ritual is performed on Hazel that can restrict the Hallow or anyone else for that matter from chasing after the Bennett’s.

“Our daughter should meet my wolf form.“ Klaus blurts out after.

“I think she’d like that.”

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