#he's a big bad wolf but still

[ropes3amthoughts]

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[nerdie-faerie]

I'm once again thinking about the missed opportunities to have Klaus and Kol bond more. Part of Klaus' whole motivation as a vampire is to get his werewolf part back and to finally be stronger than Mikael (sort of, I'm simplifying) both of which can be obtained by breaking his curse. But Kol? Kol is the only other original that can relate to having a fundamental part of themself ripped away from them. Klaus might not have known he was a werewolf until he killed, but he likely still had a connection he couldn't explain, as evident by him going to watch the wolves transform. And something he'd never been able to explain was now gone. He might only be able to realise the connection afterwards through its absence.

Kol though. Kol had grown up with magic, a connection to nature and the world around him in a way the rest of his siblings supposedly didn't have. And then he gets turned. And not only has his baby brother died, his father has just murdered him and the rest of his siblings after forcing them to drink human blood, which he'll later learn. Now, not only does he have to deal with the grief of Henrik's death and also his own but also the loss of his magic. A loss that's likely only worsened by Kol being a self-proclaimed child prodigy.

Kol is pretty much the only one who could understand what Klaus is going through with the binding of his wolf. We know Kol searched for ways to get his magic back/carry on practicing magic in the same way that Klaus was looking for ways to break his curse. While Klaus likely could still feel his wolf there despite being bound, Kol has no access to his magic anymore. I just think they should've been able to bond or connect over their shared loss of an intrinsic aspect of their selves at the hands of their parents

[morningstargirl666]

WIP WEDNESDAY THURSDAY

I swear, I intended to get something done for wednesday but it never really works that way (don't come at me y'all). Also, since I'm rewriting tbbw at the mo, it's kinda the only wip I'm working on so most of the edits are focused around the siblings - not the klaroline.

However! Made some changes to one of the scenes where Klaus broods over Caroline and here we are, on this rare occasion, to see some of the changes I've made. Spoilers under the cut:

“You are in such a foul mood today.”

Klaus made a noise that might have been a growl. “If you hadn’t noticed, Esther is still out there no doubt plotting another way to kill me and my family. Not to mention my siblings are still bound together making us more vulnerable than ever. And now-” he ground out, hissing the words through his teeth, “I find out that a white oak of the same line as the tree that made us vampires might be out there somewhere in the world, waiting to be used to kill us.” Klaus glared dangerously at Sam, lip curled as he turned around to stare instead at the fire. “My mood is perfectly appropriate.”

“So…” Sam took another bite of his apple, slowly raising it to his mouth, eyes on Klaus, who was watching the sketches become devoured by flames, a brooding hand resting under his chin. As Sam chewed, he gestured to the fireplace with the apple core. “It has nothing to do with why you’re burning sketches of one Caroline Forbes?” he asked, perfectly innocent.

“I’m burning them because she means nothing to me,” he ground out through gritted teeth, refusing to turn and deign Sam with a glance. “She was a passing fancy, nothing more.”

Sam titled his head, squinting. “The wolf didn’t seem to think that.”

“My wolf is clearly defective,” Klaus spat, throwing a hand out, abandoning his attempt at a calm, contemplative stance.

“If you say so,” Sam muttered with raised brows, deliberately not looking at Klaus and instead focusing on his phone as he munched on his apple.

Klaus shook his head, glaring into the flames as he watched the sketches burn. Sam’s silence gnawed at him, making him twitch with the urge to explain himself.

It wasn’t long before he did. 

“I knew Esther was planning something, I knew she would betray us and I did nothing because I was distracted by a girl that leapt at the chance to attack my family the second opportunity arose,” he burst out, whirling on Sam. Mouth halfway to his apple, Sam froze, rather wide-eyed. Klaus continued on regardless, his words growing more vicious, poisoned with such vitriol, his lips curled into a snarl. “Kol got daggered because of her! The Salvatores nearly killed you - because of her,” he spat, emphasised with a pointed jab to the floor. Sam lowered his apple, cowered by the wild look in Klaus’ eye. The man in question laughed, a short huff of bitterness, gesturing to Sam angrily, inviting him to prove him wrong. “So please, tell me why I should entertain this infatuation any longer? When it has proved to be dangerous not only to my own sanity but also to the safety of this family.”

Sam didn’t say anything for a long moment, his appetite completely forgotten. Then, slowly, he looked up at Klaus, a certain defiance in his eye.

“She knew about the champagne, Nik,” he said softly. Immediately, the anger, the readiness for a fight - it all drained away, leaving Klaus feeling wrong-footed in the face of Sam’s pointed truths. “Granted, she didn’t know what spell was in the champagne; didn’t know you weren’t linked to your siblings… but she knew you hadn’t drunk it. And she didn’t tell her friends.” Sam smiled sadly, shrugging helplessly. “Maybe it is stupid. Maybe it is a mistake. But if it was me? Personally, I’d want to know why she didn’t betray you as much as you’d like to believe.”

Klaus forced himself to swallow. He quickly looked away, unable to keep looking at the expression on Sam’s face that seemed to see through him entirely, his words resonating loudly inside his mind. Heaving a sigh, Sam stood, throwing the apple core into the nearest wastebasket. He hesitated before leaving the room, gaze softening on Klaus, sympathy in his eyes. 

“Just because your parents didn’t love you, doesn’t mean no one else will,” he said. 

Then Sam left, not allowing him time to respond. Klaus glared at his back, hands clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. 

“Love is a vampire’s greatest weakness,” he ground out, calling after him.

Sam stopped in his tracks, slightly turning his head back towards Klaus. Then he smiled, and with one sentence, shattered a belief Klaus had closely courted for centuries. 

“Good thing you’re not a vampire then, isn’t it?”

And with that parting remark, Sam turned with a smirk and left the room, leaving Klaus wide-eyed, forced to contemplate over what he had said. In the dancing flames of the hearth, the sketches Klaus had thrown into the fire continued to burn, flames licking at their edges and crawling across the lines of charcoal and pencil, leaving nothing but ash behind. He looked down at the last sketch of Caroline he’d drawn: the first moment she stepped into his studio, eyes wide with awe as she craned her head to look up at the paintings hung around on the walls. Fingers reverently skimming over her face, he gently tugged the paper from the pad but didn’t throw it into the flames like the others, placing his sketchbook aside on the mantel almost with half a mind. Then, careful not to damage the soft lines of Caroline’s features, he folded the sketch tentatively in two and slipped it into his back pocket.

He told himself he would burn it later. He didn’t.

[roverdraws]

I have been loving all of your designs and takes on the characters so far. But there is a specific captain I'm very excited to see in your verse:

ohhhhh thank you so much!!! I'm still figuring out Don Karnage- clothes are a huge part of his character design and clothes are hard to draw 😭 but here's a sketch of ideas I had so far, clothes aside

I imagine the bent ear is the result of a piratey fight injury and extended it into a scar bc how cool does that look (exact scar design not settled yet tho). also he has earrings now of course

[monmuses]

What sad planet analogy are you?

Neptune is drifting away from the solar system

You're tired of everything, you are so sick of everyone around you and nothing makes you feel better anymore. You don't find worth in staying this way, you want to leave everything, to go somewhere very far away where nobody knows your name, and maybe then you could finally be free.

tagged by: @multiverse-swampy (thnx :3) tagging: @the-expatriate @champiionic @stellevatum @general-kalani and you! steal it from me

[soup-scope]

darlin (left) and sam (right)

[screwdriver-and-souffle]

[sallytwo]

most parousia developments come about naturally from focusing on having fleshed out characters/ world. so i don’t sit and try to plan every specific detail. (like chyell/talii, taliis brother and faduhls son being close friends, bennets fall from grace, ryan’s ex-fiancé and kid, aleki’s journalist little sister, etc) HOWEVER. the best development in parousia history was the aleki&jonathan relationship. i don’t remember how it came about but it for real revolutionized those two characters and genuinely the story as a whole.

[zappedbyzabka]

Thinking about Johnny’s twink phase with his perky little titties and round ass

[fuck-kirk]

We had a Halloween party and ran our big salt kiln at the same time. Resulted in an interesting look…

[camping-with-monsters]

Some Duck Duck Goose character doodles I’ve done lately :))

[duncanor]

Went insane bye

[mythologyfolklore]

Red Riding Hood: Grandma, what big teeth you have!

Wolf: What's that supposed to mean?!

Red: Well-

Wolf: That's just offensive! What's wrong with my teeth?!

Red: Wait, no, I didn't mean-!

Wolf: *sobs* My teeth are perfectly fine!

Red: I'm so sorry!

[bisaster-energy]

nah fr some ppl didn't see the wonderfilled oreo owl city commercial in 2013 and that's so sad it's literally the best song ever

[roleplayingspinosaurus]

Wester is generally considered to be kind and harmless, but that doesn’t mean he’s a complete push over. He might be a tad oblivious when it comes to people using him or being mean (as long as they’re subtle enough that he doesn’t catch on), but once he realizes that someone has bad intentions, it’s game over. He would also never befriend someone (or try to befriend someone) if they’re openly malicious or unkind.

Now Wester isn’t the type to get angry, in fact he tries to keep a good grip on his temper for werewolf reasons, but he can still cut people off effectively without so much as uttering a single cruel word or ever raising his voice. 

You can usually tell that he’s done with someone by the fact that he just fully stops being nice and accommodating, he just becomes a bit cold and distant. He could still be considered reasonably nice even when he’s like that (because Wester nice and ordinary nice are two different categories), but if you know his usual bubbly personality, you’ll know that something is up.

[monmuses]

fleshstrve asked: tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie. / for bigby 😊 ; actions speak louder than words

A tie, as easy as it sounded today, was not something that came easy to Bigby at first. With the fresh taste of a lycanthropic blade, understanding thumbs was... a whole other world that he had to figure out, no longer being a ten-foot tall wolf each day. And even now, he struggled with some smaller items that were beyond his curiosity during certain parts of the day. When they were new, the struggle grew more.

Holding onto a tie that he had been gifted to him as an early birthday present, he struggled to figure out how to tie it because of its silky fabrics. His usual go-to ties were simple, but this was a whole other mess he couldn't seem to figure out. That was, until one of Vivian's girls seemed to approach him with a coy smile, offering a hand to help with the tie, uttering some words to him that he didn't pick up just then.

Jennifer, wasn't it? He had met her once or twice, but appreciated the help in aiding him with this seemingly foolish problem. He didn't struggle this often, but today was just not his day. It didn't help that he had been running on literal fumes to get him through the day.

A hand reached to feel for the newly-done tie, clearing his throat, "...thanks for the help," he muttered softly to her, feeling the sense of awkwardness bubbling up from his throat. "I, uhm... I appreciate it. Jennifer... right?"