#mentioned: davina

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

Something something fathers carrying their unconscious daughters in their arms 😭🥹

[philtatosbuck]

i've seen it a lot so this is just my two cents but i don't think that?? new orleans witches are powerless outside of new orleans that's always been an odd thing people claimed to me

they can do magic outside of new orleans they just practice ancestral magic in the city because that's where their ancestors were consecrated and it makes them stronger??? they don't just. lose the ability to practice magic (obviously, considering the ancestral well was destroyed in season three and vincent was still able to do magic in season four. followed up by them restoring it in season 4 but making davina the keeper of it all and, in season 5, releasing all the ancestors from the ancestral well while still being able to practice magic afterwards). not to mention papa tunde said he practices ancestral magic but wasn't from new orleans so obviously there are other ancestor aligned covens in the world but he, in new orleans, could use their magic anyway?? keep in mind that the ancestors that we've seen are specifically on a plane separate from the other side & the plane everyone's living in and the harvest is the thing that restores power to them for witches to use

sooo. YEAH. to me it would seem like they're still fully capable of doing magic, it just wouldn't be drawn from the ancestors (which only boosts their strength to begin with). it'd be their own power. which, for witches who leave their covens anyway (such as davina, who was not only able to do magic after leaving the coven BUT ALSO after being shunned by new orleans ancestors & witches alike), are already doing that??

[strawbrryrush]

closed randomized event starter for davina claire & sanna marchon @tragcdysewn

"i am not liking the feel of this place- i know i've just arrived- but is this normal?" she asked with furrowed brows, "you wouldn't have any weapons i could borrow? i feel bare bones."

[spellbcok]

@tragcdysewn asked: [ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing (sabrina and davina)

“one way or another, i’m gonna find ya… i’m gonna get ya...” the words of blondie could be heard as it flowed through the speaker above and softly spoken-sang under sabrina’s breath while browsing the shelves before her. hearing davina’s humming along, she looked up at them and cracked a smile. “you ever noticed how songs with the most stalkery lyrics are the best to sing along to?”

[papcrrings-arch]

Closed Starter : Marcel & Davina ( @tragcdysewn )

"Do I know you from somewhere?" Marcel asked the petite brunette when he spotted her at the bar. He was working behind it tonight when one of the bartenders called in sick. He much preferred it to work in the office in the back, "You look awfully familiar."

[misteriios]

@tragcdysewn 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱: ❛  are you bleeding?  ❜ landon and davina

❝ not what i am aware of? ❞ landon would not be surprised. not the first time. either was he clumsy or someone else had hurt him and he didn't notice, nor thought much of it ❝ where? ❞

[wvsteria]

@tragcdysewn:🕯️kol and davina

"davina is the most determined, fiery, passionate person i've met. she's the only person who looked out for me through the threat of death. more than my family had done. and i intend to keep doing the same thing for her. because she deserves everything i can give her. including killing the ones who harm her. and finding a witch to bring her memories back."

[breitzbachbea]

I also love to give Paddy's closet the vibe that most of the shit he wears he stole in like the 90s. He is definitely wearing a stolen Thin Lizzy T-Shirt IN the 90s flashback. Now we've got a worn out Guinness Shirt where only the faintest hint of the Toucan orange is visible. He wore mended shorts from the 90s that his fat ass busted in the 2000s in one drabble. Paddy doesn't have nice things, Paddy doesn't want nice things, unless someone gifts them. Partially that may be due to it being hard to find stuff his size so he just keeps it until it falls apart and then some.

[helpimstuckinafandom]

Love love LOVE how often we bring up Davina Claire this season because you're right that girl deserves to be recognized deserves to be mourned

[tragcdysewn]

@wvsteria asked: davina: they're a 10 but….this bitch cannot stop dying

"alright, well, a chunk of those were not my fault. the last one... yeah okay, that's on me."

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

So I finished AoS season 5 and-

COULSON TOLD DAISY HE'S PROUD OF HER????

THEY SAID "I LOVE YOU"??????

You don't understand that never happens

N E V E R

I am never that lucky. No way. Nope. This is the shit that only happens in fanfics. I abandoned that hope years ago.

If anyone needs me, I'll be rewatching that scene over and over until it sinks in, sobbing like a little baby.

[wvsteria]

@tragcdysewn

KOL AND DAVINA PROTECTING EACH OTHER – 2/? S02E04 ‘Live And Let Die’ + S02E05 'Red Door’

[venusbyline]

tvdu men + their favorite kinks

⚠️: Smut headcanons, female reader, BDSM themes, CNC mentioned, blood and bites mentioned, slight dark content. Damon, Elijah, Jeremy, Kai, Klaus, Kol, Silas and Sfefan headcanons included.

Damon Salvatore

• Blood kink. Damon loves blood. He likes hurting you during sex as many ways as possible, hitting you until blood comes out, marking you, biting you... Every way he can see you writhing and asking for more, or crying in pain/pleasure and begging him to stop (but without saying your safe word, because you actually DON'T WANT him to).

• Primal kink. If you're human, Damon likes acting as you're his prey. He hunts you on a deserted road, especially giving you a little time before he starts really hunting you, like hide and seek.

Elijah Mikaelson

• Master/slave. In my opinion, Elijah's one of the most canonically sadistic characters of the show, all of it just hidden in his fake perfection's mask . The master and slave dynamic it's perfect for him. You worship him, even when he tells you to rub your slutty pussy on his social shoes while you give him a head, making you cum just like that and then demanding you bend over and lick your own juices on his shoes. You also wear white lingerie and stay with your handcuffed hands behind your back for hours, willing to do whatever he tells you to do, thanks to your limits already pre-established well in advance.

Jeremy Gilbert

• Choking (before his Hunter's Mark). Jeremy was a real soft boyfriend, so switch but more on the sub side. He loved being choked, feeling your fingers squeezing his throat as you rode him fast, his hands holding your hips but without controlling your moves, just feeling the heat of your skin.

• Spanking (after his Hunter's Mark). This Jeremy's version it's much more dominant. He's so strong and hot... He loves to lay you down on his knee and spank your ass until it's burning red. Just like he also loves hiting you with his belt if you were being too bratty before.

Kai Parker

• CNC. Wow, Kai's a "human" red flag and that's why I love him. He has such dark desires, you couldn't help but be scared the first time he told you about his CNC/rapeplay kink. It took a while for you to convince yourself, but after you exposed your limits, you knew that it could happen at any moment and you always get excited waiting for it. Your whining while he hurts you and "forces" you to do these things it's a spur to both of you. The chase, the begging, the crying, the blood...

Klaus Mikaelson

• Choking. When he's fucking you, he doesn't miss the opportunity to grab your neck tightly, watching you gasp for air as his hand cuts off your breath, fucking you harder and hearing your strangled moans.

• Degradation. He loves to humiliate you (but only during sex). Calling you degrading pet names and making you feel worthless and pathetic. When it's the aftercare time, the first things he does it's lie down next to you, hugging you and fill you with so much soft words, proving tthat everything he said before wasn't true.

Kol Mikaelson

• Daddy kink. He's not that rough on relationships, we know that (isn't that right, Davina?). But he still likes being dominating you during sex, even if in a soft way. He likes you calling him daddy and acting like his submissive little girl. He punishes you as many times as you need but always spoils you if you're a good girl to him.

Silas

• Degradation & Edging. Silas's so... Silas. So hot and sarcastic. He loves degrading you sometimes, but he's more mocking than Klaus. I guess that's why I also picture him as someone with an Edging kink. He doesn't just degrades you and treats you as someone less than him, but he also shows that by denying your orgasms for HOURS, and after he's satisfied seeing your crying and pleading, he makes you cum until you squirt and say your safe word. Just like Klaus, the moment sex it's over he treats you like his goddess.

Stefan Salvatore

• Primal kink (as Ripper). Ripper Stefan's so cruel and dark... He loves Primal Roleplay. He's addicted to chasing you as if you were his prey, as if you were just one of the stupid humans he feeds on. You play this prey role very well, even allowing him to feed on you at these times.

• Pet play. Stefan in his (considerably) normal sane state isn't as so dominant and rough, but he's yet a little kinky. You're his bunny, he wants you to play this role very well during this roleplay tok. Wearing lingerie, plugs with tails, acting slightly like a bunny...

[spellbcok]

@tragcdysewn sent: TRAIL :  for one muse to notice the other has been following them. — sabrina and davina.

sabrina hadn’t meant to go full stalker. the young witch started to follow davina with the intention of catching up and talking to her. then the other would stop somewhere or talk to someone, and sabrina would wait and fall behind. it was an ill-conceived plan, but brina was already this deep into it and too stubborn to retreat now. she looked up after another pause, but to her surprise there was no davina in sight. her hazel eyes scanned the area before puffing out a breath in defeat. maybe next time, she decided and turned back, nearly colliding with the very person she'd been seeking. "oh my sa—" she stopped short of saying satan like she'd strangely been doing recently. instead she continued with, "where'd you come from?"

[klausysworld]

reader and klaus just had an massive argument and he kicks her out the house and invites cami over , reader ends up getting attacked badly in the middle of the night by one of klaus enemies and she calls him and he ignores all the calls until he listens to the voicemail in the morning only to find yn but it’s too late

The Ache Of Agony

Everything had been blown out of proportion. Y/N was a mess of tears and yelling whilst Klaus's paranoia was flaring. Within seconds Klaus had stopped thinking with his heart, looking at her like an enemy instead of his lover. Something to fight not fight for.

He had to get her out of that house before he hurt her; killed her.

However even once she was gone his mind was spinning. She hadn't meant to but she had caused a small sum of pain to him, put his family in danger and for that his mind told him to make her hurt.

Which was how Camille ended up at his house, lashes batting prettily as she sat beside him, leaning into him gradually. One of his hands was tense against the back of her neck, his body unsure how to respond between the battle of his head and heart as his lips neared the blonde's.

Their mouths finally met with a lack of passion on his end meanwhile she relished in finally having what she desired. His eyes only closed for a second before they were open, the look in them distant as he pulled away and let her rest her forehead against his.

The buzz of his phone vibrated against the table making him glance to see Y/N's name. Guilt crawled up his throat like a thousand tiny legs and he felt his arm reach out to grab the device but Cami's beat him to it. She clicked the button on the side and turned the phone face-down, pushing it to be forgotten.

Camille didn't stay as long as she'd hoped, Klaus couldn't go through with what his irrational mind had originally conjured up and he wound up back alone on the couch with his head in his hands.

Drink and drugs filled his body in an attempt to gorget his mistakes but in doing so he forgot her. The phone call and the dozen more that followed.

Morning had long passed before Klaus woke up face down, fully clothed against his bed. Elijah had been the one to drag Klaus downstairs, lecturing about his behaviour. One brief mention of Y/N's name was enough to spark a memory, the faint vision of his phone lighting up for the tenth time whilst his head was spinning a hundred different ways.

Klaus stood up fast, too fast. His body ached to throw up as the blood rushed up but he fought against it and ran for his phone, ignoring Elijah's impatient calling.

"No, no, no, no." He muttered, panic finally setting in as he clicked on the list of voicemails left from her only to be flooded with pure and utter dread when the haunting echo of her screams left the speaker.

Elijah's voice died down and the brother stood in a deathly silence as he pressed the next one. The familiar voice of a couple witches they had been antagonised by were laughing, mocking Y/N's agony as they tortured those cries from her one smiling lips.

"We need Davina, now." Klaus announced though the crack in his voice wasn't missed and Elijah was moving immediately.

Y/N had been looked at fondly by the vampires of New Orleans, wolves too via Hayley. There wasn't a bad word to say about her, so when hearing she was missing and most likely stung up in stitches, everyone was there to bring her home.

Five broken barriers and a covens worth of witches later and they finally had her within reach and yet nobody moved to pull her free of those chains.

Not when her throat was already slit, her body torn open down to her navel. Blood painting her skin, dripping down to the floor in a platter of abstract.

Klaus's heart ached so much he'd rather have had it torn out a hundred times over.

His steps were hollow against the ground as his trembling hands raised to tear apart the shackles that held her wrists up, dangling her from the ceiling like a butcher would a pig.

His arms caught her body with a broken cry, knees giving out but he didn't dare let her touch the floor. She was still warm against him, although that could have just been the blood, still her limbs were still soft and he could still curl her body against his and pretend for just a second longer that she was alive and snuggled up to him in bed like she should have been that night before.

Rebekah's hand touched his shoulder but the whimper that left his throat made Elijah pull her away. "Not yet." He uttered, his own voice struggling to maintain the usual stoicism it held. The other vampires hung their heads in grief, listening to the sobs Klaus Mikaelson whilst Marcel encouraged them to step away and let the family grieve.

Only a few had began to move when a sharp gasp reached each corner of the room.

A sound of terror leaving both Klaus and Y/N when her body lurched to some sort of life. She pushed him off, screaming with fear and confusion. Klaus's hands flew up in an attempt to show no harm and the other vampires were forcefully removed from the building to give her a moment.

Eventually her mind recognised her wrists were free, her insides were intact and the physical torture was gone; only psychological left.

Coming to the realisation she was a vampire hit her too hard after everything else she had gone through in the past hours. All her senses were running too high, causing her to spiral erratically.

Nobody could touch her, talking to her was proving just as difficult and it was eating Klaus up.

Hours dragged by but every minute was another minute closer to truly losing her forever. Klaus was given a glimpse of what her death would do to him and he knew that he couldn't let her go. He would give anything to go back and just let her yell at him, to have just forgiven her and make it up to each other. Or to at least have been the one to leave so that she could have remained safe at home. Instead he threw her out to fend for herself, an angel in a land of monsters.

Exhaustion wrapped its way back around Y/N as her end started to sink in. As her last grains of strength crumbled down the drain, Klaus was finally able to get close enough to hold her red-stained hand. He could feel her inner conflict to pull away or accept his comfort, she was scared and he understood that but he couldn't hold her lifeless body for the second time in 24 hours.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered, careful not to speak too loud and irritate her heightened senses. Y/N's eyes were full of such a sadness he had never seen in her before. "Please let me bring you home, if you won't transition, at least be somewhere safe? Somewhere that's not here." He pleaded with her, hoping that of he got her home he could sway her decision.

Lucky for him, she didn't want to see that room for a minute longer than necessary. She couldn't have those walls be the last walls she ever see.

Being back in their bed, her bloody body staining the sheets as she shook worse than a leave on an autumn's night, was so much better than that floor.

The gentle touch of his fingertips on the side of her arm was the most amount of comfort she would accept so it was what he would give. The mere mention of turning shut her down but when her skin started greying, desiccating, Klaus couldn't just watch.

She whimpered a cry when the beautiful taste slipped down her throat, her vision blocked by tears as the hunger vampires had always described to her devoured her whole.

Klaus was finally able to get his arms around her as he felt her submit to the urges and drain blood bag after blood bag that he handed to her.

Klaus had to push the guilt down, he would have to survive her resentment, he would live with her hating him just so long as he never had to hear or see her in that kind of pain again.

He would never be the cause of that, not ever again.

[qualified-queer]

SERIOUSLY. like rtd is THIS not the “great big six-foot scotsman” you speak of???

the whole clothing thing is so unhinged to me. it's clothing, scraps of fabric. the idea that thirteen went around DELIBERATELY genderqueer for years, "i was a different man then," "just the doctor is fine," constantly shutting down people who gendered her femme or who actively perceived her as a woman when she's not a woman, she's the doctor, an alien with two fucking hearts and chock full of regeneration energy, her outfit very obtrusively and overtly genderless, such that as a trans queer person i kept looking at her and being like wow! all the things that would gender her in her clothes are so wonderfully de-emphasized! her chest, hips, the fit and of her clothes, her body language, the way she conceptualizes herself, the way she walks, stands, moves, talks, LOVELY! flawless gorgeous genderqueer representation. then you're gonna tell me at the end of all that that those are women's clothes? those are THE DOCTOR'S clothes. the doctor. who accessorizes with fucking celery need i remind you. and you're gonna tell me david tennant of all people couldn't wear those clothes? the clothes in question being a t-shirt, suspenders, culottes, a coat, and boots? but, and this is the kicker, your villain-coded character could?