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[threepandas]

Bad End, Chosen: Part 3

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The Dark Lord's castle was under seige... but it it felt very far away. Most things did, these days. Cacophonous booms and terrible screams wrent the air, somewhere beyond the greeting chamber's walls. People were dying. Monsters were dying. I... I should care. D..Did I care? I could not remember anymore.

A warm hand continued to pet my head.

My Grandmaster sat upon his throne. Unamused. There were pests that would not die. They stood in our way, he said. I... I could not understand. Yes, Grandmaster. Of course, Grandmaster. (I was so far away, Grandmaster. My body did not feel real. Nor my own. Had I left? Why?)

The world shook. Again and again. An irritated inhale from above me. Grandmaster did not like wasteful, showy, displays of power. They were needless peacocking, he said. Yet... yet my Failure Master enjoyed them. Said magic was to be enjoyed. Meant to be shared. A gift.

But he was a Failure Master.

We do not need him.

.....my head hurt. Grandmaster was kind though. Loved me so very, very much. He stroked my hurting head, as I sat, pretty and leaning against him, at his feet. A good Grandlearner. Dressed in soft and beautiful robes. Dark as night. Red, red, RED as the blood of my me-!

My headache spiked. I winced. Pretty jewels tinkling softly as the thought slipped away. Or... at least... I THINK I was thinking a thought? Was I? Probably not. My head hurts.

It's easier not to think.

I turn my face, to tuck it against my Grandmaster's leg. The soft fabric of his leggings is, as always, cool and blissfully fresh against my face. It is a miracle the delicate, ornate accessories I wear don't catch on something. Like so many drops of blood. The thought tries so desperately to catch, but there is nothing to hold. My mind is mist.

A pleased noise, as my Grandmaster stokes my hair.

I am a Good Grandlearner.

The grand doors crashed open. A painfully loud noise that spears my aching head. The sounds of battle have slowly grown more and more distant. Running feet. They are here. The wretched Beloved. Here to end this little play. Why... why does it feel like hope? I hate them. I feel nothing. I miss one.

My... my head hurts.

"MASTER! It ENDS TO-!" Shouts a familiar voice. Once, it was family in this unfamiliar world. Or at least... I had hoped it would be. "....no. Learner. You... YOU MONSTER! Master, what have you DONE TO HER!?"

There is such horror in his voice. Such grief. As though I am already dead. Truely... truely he IS a Failure Master. That he would not even fight for me. That I would, only now, become relevant again. Master... oh my Master... am I nothing but a prop in your story? Motivation for you to fight on? You do not even see me... do you?

"Disgusting."

My Grandmaster has finally lost his patience. Rising to his feet. Not as my Master's Master. But as Alaric Blight, the Arch-Mage of Red, Dark Lord, and final boss of the game. With him, the cycle will begin again. But oh... OH. His wrath is a terrible thing.

The so called Heros have gathered behind my Failure Master. SHE is there. Short hair the color of sunlight, eyes like dawn. Her mere presence cuts through the mist that has swallowed my mind. Slowly, relentlessly, but enough. I can... can claw my way.. with bloody mental hands... to something like aware.

I wish I could laugh.

She looks so delicately horrified. A proper Protagonist facing "horrors". Ha ha... this? Oh, little Saint. This is nothing. They made you weak by shielding you. And now? Now we may all die for it. I... I hope your love story was worth it. Now die, so this can finally end.

The battle is pathetic. Not a single one of them worth even a fraction of the brave souls that once gave their lives for me. For their kingdom and countrymen. They flail and jump around like grasshoppers. Call out attacks like children trying to impress. But dispite it all... they have the very GODS on their side. And it holds an unfair advantage.

One that they ultimately? Waste.

Die. Like vermin. And I can not even be glad for it. Because I know they have learned nothing. WILL learn nothing. They will continue on to be selfish and spoiled forever. Favored children at the cost of us all.

But... they did free me. And for that? I can almost forgive them. Almost. The so called "assassin" dropped one of his blades. More like flung them everywhere. But it makes no difference. It is close enough. I do not watch as my Grandmaster gives his speech. Sneering down at the God's favorite brat. She offends him on a visceral level.

He plans to rip out her heart. Make me EAT it to steal some of her power.

If she is not dead, the cycle does not yet repeat. And he is more then powerful enough to keep her alive with out vital organs. But... but I know. I KNOW! He can not TRUELY bring back the dead. Only their meat, in shambling and mindless service. He is distracted. And I?

I Will Be Free.

The knife is sharp. So fine it barely hurts. But oh, oh it takes everything I am not to choke loud enough to be heard. He would turn. Stop my death. I... I can not allow that. It will take mere moments. After all, once and deep, right across the neck. Already I feel cold. My eyesight grey and limbs weak. The knife falls to my lap, the noise muffled by the ornate skirts.

He turns too late, a heart in his hand, to see I have defied him. Bidded my time. I am not weak. Not so easily kept and conquered, Dark Lord. I fought to defy you. I... defy.. y..ou... sti..ll....

And so the Cycle Ends. And So it Begins.

The Gods don't have all the Endings yet.

[dulcewrites]

Do you have any family moments between k&q fmo? Like family dinner, or cassandra and aemond having moments with the kids, or maybe aemond and the kids riding their dragons together. Whatever you think :)

Westeros’ Not So Brady Bunch

The seat next to Cassandra is painfully empty. Annoyingly empty actually. Once was a mistake, several times was a pattern; Aemond was late to dinner yet again. There is little she can do but wait and silently seethe. That had become her pattern.

“Can we eat already,” Daella finally breaks the silence.

“No, not until your father arrives.”

Her daughter slumps in her chair in distain.

“He is probably doing something important,” Alaric says softly.

“Or he just didn’t bother to come.”

“Daella please,” Cassandra sighs. Not in front of your brother.

It is few more minutes of silence before Aemond finally comes in a rush. Alaric, and a begrudging Daella, stand up to greet him. Cassandra just continues sit.

So, maybe seething quietly is not the only thing she does.

Aemond leans down to kiss her on the cheek, and she jerks her head back when she gets a familiar smell. “On dragonback really?”

He frowns, sitting in the chair next to her. “She’s getting old, she has to move or she will wither away.”

At least he tends to one woman in his life correctly.

Cassandra hopes Vhagar doesn’t die before Aemond. Not only for her husband’s sanity, but for her own. She cannot imagine an Aemond who has lost everyone else then his beloved dragon.

Alaric wastes no time launching into a story about his training session that day. Cassandra knows her son cares little about swordsmanship. He does it all for the look of approval Aemond gives him. Beaming each time Aemond gets the opportunity to take time out of his day to watch.

“And Ser Crakehall tells me that I’m moving closer to using something with more weight soon.”

“That’s lovely sweetheart,” Cassandra hates the idea of son carrying a sword around.

Daella clangs her dish loudly on the table, gathering everyone’s attention.

“I want to be fostered somewhere.”

Cassandra blinks, a sense of dread mounting in her stomach. Aemond lets out a humorless, confused chuckle.

“What?”

“I want to be fostered at noble house, preferably for the coming summer.”

“And why is that, Daella,” Aemond’s tone is incredulous.

“Because I thought I would have the privilege of not being stuck in this castle for the rest of my life,” she says confidently. “Plus, mother said she would consider it.”

Aemond’s head turns slowly towards Cassandra’s direction.

Fuck.

“I said, that I would speak to your father about the idea in due time.”

Cassandra hopes that shuts the conversation down but it only continues on.

“And where would you be going,” Aemond tilts his head to the side. Like a curious dog would if something strange was happening in front of them.

“Anywhere. Any place would be love to take in a princess of the realm.”

Aemond mutters a ‘wow’ under his breath. Their daughter’s boldness never ceases to amaze them.

“We will think about it,” Cassandra tries to appease her daughter, but Aemond scoffs in reponse.

“Any place would house you… and your extremely large dragon,” he laughs incredulously.

The condescension seems to trigger something in Daella.

“I want to go out and see the realm. I want to see something other than the same walls and same people everyday.”

“Oh, here we go. Poor Daella.”

“Aemond,” Cassandra warns.

“This castle feels more like a dungeon at times,” she hisses. “Gods forbid I stay locked away here untill you marry me off the highest bidder. Then I’ll be forced to squeeze out children for a man who can’t even to show up to dinner on time.”

The room gets silent. Cassandra thinks she might throw up.

“That - that came out wrong,” Daella mutters.

Cass is sure it actually came out right. A thought that’s clearly been sitting on her daughter’s heart for a moment. She just pushes her chair back, suddenly not hungry anymore. Cassandra ignores the pleas from her kids and Aemond to stay. Embarrassment and anger being the thing that carries her to her chambers.

———

By the time there is a knock on her door, the tears have dried on her pillow and Cassandra has already began to get ready to bed.

A part of her wants to tell whoever it is to go away. But with a dejected sigh, she lets the guard let whoever it is in. In the reflection of her vanity mirror, she sees Daella gingerly walk in.

“I asked for one of the maids to bring you some of those cakes you like. They should be here soon.”

Cassandra continues to brush her hair silently.

“I apologized to father,” she fiddles with her dress, nervously. “And I am sorry for what happened at dinner.”

Cassandra pauses, turning from her mirror to look her daughter in the eye. She understands Daella never meant to hurt her, or even Aemond, but how does one live with the fact their life is apparently their daughter’s worst nightmare.

“I didn't mean what I said. I just.. I don't know."

"I had no idea hating King's Landing so much was the reason you wanted to be fostered elsewhere."

She was told that is was for the opportunity to experience something different.

"I don't hate it here," she looks down at her feet. "Not really I guess. It just might be better for everyone if I just wasn't around."

Cassandra's brows furrow in contempt. "Why would you say that?"

Daella shrugs. "Everyone has other things to tend to. Father is always busy, Alaric has all these lessons, and... you're gonna have more kids to worry about. Best I be out of everyone's way."

Cassandra thinks her heart might have broken into a million pieces. She gets up from her seat, and goes over to Daella.

"I am sorry if anyone gave you that impression to begin with," she pushes a curl behind Daella's ear. "Absolutely no one here wants you 'out of the way'."

Daella doesn't say anything in response.

"Have you expressed this to your father?"

"Like he would care," she scoffs.

Cassandra will be the first to say Aemond has not been best father at times. The very first to say it. But the last thing she wants is any of her children to grow with resentment towards their parents. Not even just for her and Aemond's sakes, but because she knows the bitter hole that leaves in someone's heart. Wind whistling through the space left that should be taken up by the affection of a parent. She worries her kids will never understand how much her and Aemond would go to the ends of the earth for them. How much they already have. Battles have been fought and won for them. A war waged on partly for them.

"How about you and I make a deal? I will convince him to think about the idea, but you have to sit down and voice what you have been feeling before that."

Daella looks up through her lashes. "Do I have much of a choice?"

"Yes, you do," Cassandra sighs. "But I would hope you would want to work this out with him. He may surprise you."

"Do I have to do it tonight?"

"No, sleep would be best for everyone right now. But the sooner you do it, the better."

She kisses her daughter on the forehead before sending her on her way.

"Mommy," Daella stops right before she leaves. "I really am sorry for what I said."

Cassandra throat feels tight again. She just gives a strained smile and nod. She is sorry too.

For so much she cannot put into words just yet. For things she thinks Daella will not understand unless she had a girl of her own.

Aemond comes to breakfast early.

Not to make up for the dinners he has been late to, though that would be a good idea, but to avoid Cassandra.

Then I’ll be forced to squeeze out children for a man who can’t even bother to show up to dinner on time.

It was not even Aemond who reprimanded Daella once Cassandra silently left dinner. It was Alaric. He gave what had to be the most confused and digusted look Aemond had ever seen to both his sister and father.

“What is wrong with you two?”

The words were harsh but his tone was dripping with sadness. It was not long before he left in a similar silent, upset state that his mother did. Leaving just Aemond and Daella there.

“I am sorry. I -“

Aemond held up his hand to stop her. Frankly wanting to leave the room himself in that moment. “Just umm apologize to your mother.”

He should’ve went to Cassandra last night, but he didn’t know what to say.

Sorry our daughter hurt your feelings by saying the truth. Sorry I am making you squeeze out more heirs for me. Sorry I am selfish enough to take time you are willing to give me.

He had been hoping he could scarf down whatever the kitchen staff made for breakfast then get to work. Admittly wanting to take the cowardly way out of seeing his wife or kids. But that bubble burst when Daella walks in.

She sits in the seat catty-cornered to his. At first, he thinks she will just go about her business. Having the same idea of ignoring what happened last night that he did.

“Do you hate me?”

Aemond chokes on the bread in his mouth. A harsh coughing fit occurring to the point where some of the guards standing in the far corner of the room try to rush and help him. He waves them away once he has taken a sip of something.

“It is ok if you do. I would just like to know,” she says it so plainly and bluntly.

“Why on earth would you think that?”

He knows he is not perfect, and he knows he has not made the best decisions all the time. But has he slipped so far that his own kid would think he hates her?

…. Has he become his… father?

Daella shrugs, no answer coming.

“I’m serious. Where is this coming from?”

“You don’t engage with me like you do with Alaric,” she picks at her fingers, not making eye contact. Aemond can’t help but feel a little sick thinking about his mother. It was a habit she tried to break, but even in her final days, she managed to pick herself away with worry. “I get it. He’s your heir and you have much in common but… We don’t talk.”

Aemond grabs one of her hands to stop her. Daella looks up with tears swimming in eyes.

“I do not hate you. The complete opposite actually.” He has so many feelings surrounding his family, his life, now that he thinks he may burst from it. That he will keep internalizing enough till something in him pops. “I am sorry. I just…”

I don’t know how to talk to you.

The older she gets, the more he can feel her slipping through his fingers. And before he knows it, he will just have a bunch of memories to hold onto.

“I just need to do better.”

Daella doesn’t look fully convinced.

“Is that why you want to leave, because of me?”

“It may be easier that way.”

“It won’t be,” Aemond rebuts. “Because you will be thinking of me, and I will surely be thinking of you. We are kind of stuck with each other kid.”

“Well, that reassuring,” she says sarcastically, letting out a watery laugh.

“Why don’t I cancel what I need to do for the rest of the day. It can just be you and me,” he offers.

A small smile comes on her face. “Could not cancel?”Aemond gives her a confused look. “I want to know what your day is like.”

Aemond wrinkles his nose. “It’s really not that interesting,” he warns.

Daella shrugs indifferently.

“Alright, when we are finished here, our first act of business is meeting with Hugo.”

“Mother says Hugo is a snake with a dirty beard and a hidden agenda.”

Of course she does.

“Rule one of the day: Let’s not repeat your mother says about him when he is in the room.”

For the first time in a long time, Aemond quite enjoys breakfast.

[dr0wning-in-hell]

Mate pt.2 - Jed

Summary : You were a new student at the Salvatore Boarding School, and being a siphoner and a vampire, the students seemed more scared of you than the tribrid that walked the halls. When trying to move into your new room something… unexpected happens.

Word Count : 1.9k+

Warnings : some bullying, little bit of angst, sad reader, fluff,

Pairing / Characters : Jed x Siphoner!Vampire!Reader, Lizzie Saltzman, Josey Saltzman, Hope Mikaelson, Raphael, Landon Kirby, Kaleb, MG, Alaric Saltzman

Prompt : “Legacies imagine the reader is half human/siphoner vampire that can walk out into the sun and she finds out she’s Jed mate at the school” - @cokecola4211​

A/N : Here is the second part to this mini series, I hope you all enjoy it! Please send in more Legacies requests!!

new masterlist | prompt list | color prompts

Mate? Y/N was Jed’s mate? How in the actual hell was that even possible? 

“No, no there’s no way. Mr. S, there’s no way Y/N is my mate. Vampire-Siphoners, or whatever the hell she is-” 

Alaric interrupted him, “A heretic,” He corrected.

Jed huffed, “Fine, whatever a heretic, cannot be a werewolf’s mate.” He stood up roughly, “I’m sorry Mr. Saltzman, but I think you’re wrong.” With that the boy quickly walked out of the headmaster’s office and went to find his alpha.

Of course Raphael was hanging with Landon, who was with Hope, who just so happened to be with MG, Kaleb, and Y/N. Great, that’s fantastic.

They were all looking at their textbooks, writing down and highlighting important things. Jed was hoping that deep down Y/N wouldn’t look up at him and thankfully she didn’t, she was too focused on the content in her textbook.

“Raphael,” Jed said a bit harshly, catching everyone’s attention but Y/N’s, “I need to talk with you,” He looked at Hope before saying, “And you too.” The two teens looked at each other before getting up and following Jed to a far corner where he was sure the other vampires couldn’t hear their conversation.

“What is Jed? We were kind busy,” Hope said crossing her arms.

Raphael sighed, “What is it man?” 

Jed took in a deep breathe before spitting out, ��Y/N is my mate.” But instead of it coming out like a normal sentence, it came out as one long, jumbled sentence. The look on the two teens faces told him he had to repeat himself and so he did, this time slower.

“So, Y/N- she’s your mate? What- what does that even mean?” Raphael was confused, which didn’t surprise Jed one bit.

“It means that Y/N is who Jed is meant to be with, like a soulmate but in a supernatural kind of way.” She chuckled a bit, “I find it very ironic that she’s your mate considering how much you hate on vampires and witches, she just so happens to be both.” 

Jed growled lowly, “It’s not funny, Hope. This is serious. What am I supposed to do? She just got here, if I tell her now she’ll probably freak out and leave the school entirely.” 

“Then don’t tell her,” Raphael said, earning a disapproving look from Hope, “Not yet at least. Why don’t you get to know her, talk to her, become her friend first. See if she feels the connection like you do and then if she does you tell her.” 

Hope shrugged, “Sounds like a good plan. She’s new, she feels left out which is why we’ve hung around her, we want her to know that the vampires and witches are on her side. Maybe you should do the same, show the other werewolves that she’s not as bad as everyone thinks she is.” 

Jed nodded, thanking them and then walking away. His eyes lingered on his mate for a moment, his heart thudding so hard in his chest that he was sure the vampires nearby could hear him. He had to figure out how he would talk to her without fumbling over his words, which was going to be harder than he thought. He had to wait until Y/N was by herself, and then he would ask her. Maybe when lunch was about to start? That way she could eat lunch with the wolves and see that not everyone thought she was a monster.

When the time came he waited and waited until she was walking down the stairs and that’s when he asked her, “Hey! Y/N!” He basically all but shouted, which caught the attention of some other people. Jed stepped in front of Y/N who seemed a bit confused that he was talking to her at all. He cleared his throat and then asked, “Do you want to sit with my pack at lunch? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I- uh- I just thought it’d be nice since you’re new and all.” God he sounded so stupid, but he was hoping it would work.

“Uh, yeah I guess..” Y/N seemed a bit nervous about the whole thing, especially since the wolves had been giving her dirty looks since the moment she arrived.

Jed grinned, “Great!” He hadn’t meant to sound so excited but for some reason he couldn’t help it, “Uhm, this way.” He said as he lead the way. Y/N followed behind him, trying to not pay attention to all the stares she was getting as she did so. She knew what everyone around her was probably thinking, but it was in her best interest to try and push that aside. 

When they reached the werewolves lunch table it was like everyone in the room stopped to watch was happening. Y/N tensed up as she looked around and examined everyone’s faces. They seemed.. disgusted, to say the least. 

“I- uhm are you sure it’s okay for me to sit here, I can just go- I don’t want to start any trouble.” Y/N became unsure of her current situation and began to think that this was going to be some horrible joke that everyone was playing on her. 

As she started to back up and move to exit the dining hall, Jed quickly reached out and softly grabbed her hand, making her head snap back in his direction. “It’s okay, you can sit with us. Plus I’m sure you’d like to meet some more of our student body.” Jed smiled as he tried to remain as calm as possible. Y/N nodded and pulled out the chair next to him and sat down. Her y/e/c eyes casted down quickly to avoid the harsh stares she was getting from some of the people around her.

“What’s the blood sucker doing here?” Someone said as they approached the table.Y/N looked up, which she instantly regretted. It was a girl, who was just absolutely breathtaking. Y/N felt herself sink back into her chain and fiddle with her daylight ring.

“Her name is Y/N and she’ll be sitting with us today, so she can meet more students.” Jed said in her defence.

Why was he doing this? Why did even care? 

The girl scoffed and sat down with some other students, unfortunately they all sat down across from  Y/N and Jed.

“So, where are you from, Y/N?” The girl who had just previously called her ‘blood sucker’ asked, no doubt wanting to know so she could say some harsh words.

“Philadelphia.” She answered shortly as she sat up a bit. 

The girl nodded and crossed her arms as she leaned back, “And how are the Philly cheesesteaks there? Are they as good as people claim, or would even know since all you drink is blood?” Some of the other wolves chuckled at her, but Y/N just narrowed her eyes. If she wanted to play that game, she’ll play it.

“They’re good, I wouldn’t know about the blood though, too much cholesterol up there.” Y/N responded.

Y/N could see the girl visibly grind her teeth at her response. “How’d you die?” Straight to the good stuff.

“Hunters. They killed my whole coven.” The table went silent and the girl swallowed thickly. “Little did they know what they were bringing to the table.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jed said softly, placing his hand on top of hers that was now resting on the table. Y/N looked down and then back up to him, but Jed was already looking at the students in front of them. “Why would you ask her something like that? She didn’t ask you how you triggered your transformation.” That seemed to hit a spot.

“Shut it, Jed.” The girl’s focus went back to Y/N. “I wanna see how powerful this chick really is.”

Y/N shook her head and scoffed and pushed herself away from the table. “If that’s all you people wanted to see you can just go fuck yourselves.” She pushed in her chair and started to walk away but as she was she used her vamp speed and senses to turn around and stop a knife that the girl had thrown at her. Everyone watched as Y/N’s eyes went from their natural color to a bright, mesmerizing golden color. Gasps were heard from around the room, as this was unheard of.

WIthout hesitation the vampires and witches were at Y/N’s side, protecting their new friend. Meanwhile the werewolves watched in astonishment at the sight, and the girl who threw the knife stubbled back. With a small movement of her hand, Y/N placed the knife back on the table without moving an inch from where she stood. 

“It was nice to meet you.” She turned on her heel and exited the dining hall, even though Hope and Jed were calling her name. Hope walked over to the wolves and glared at the girl.

“What the hell was that? Are you trying to make her hate you guys?” She looked at Jed, “I thought you were going to get them to like her, not try to kill her on her fist day.” 

Jed frowned, “That wasn’t my intention at all, I swear.” He looked over at the girl who all but cowered away from his rough glance.

Hope scoffed and shook her head as she crossed her arms, “Yeah, well nice going with that. If I were you I’d tell your pack that they owe her an apology for embarrassing her like that in front of the whole school.” She shook her head as she walked back over to Landon, Lizzie, and Josie. Raphael stood with his adopted brother and just shook his head in disappointment.

Jed sighed and grabbed his things and left the room. He wanted to apologize to Y/N for the way his pack treated her, wanted to make it up to her in some way but he didn’t know how he was going to do that.

Walking down the hallway to Y/N’s room he was about to knock on the door when he stopped and saw what looked like constellations coming from her room, but that wasn’t the only thing. He could hear her crying. Stepping closer he looked through the crack in her door and saw that her whole room looked like it was in space. It was pitch black but their were stars covering every inch of her room. He looked around and saw her laying on her bed. Hands spread open as they shot the beams of darkness stars, and that’s when he realized she was doing that. 

When he stopped focusing on the fact that she was doing something so amazing he himself almost started crying at the sound of his mate crying. Sure he didn’t know her that well but he could feel their bond slowly growing stronger and he wanted nothing more than just to comfort her and tell her it’s all going to be okay. 

The cherry on top of it all though, was when she said into the open air, “I wish I wasn’t me.”

[honestgrins]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do one where Caroline goes to NOLA for whatever reason with enzo (if you want), and they get invited to some fancy dinner party. klaus gets all jealous and stuff. Bonus points if you can include jealous camille, and the rest of the Mikaelson gang, especially Kol. NO HAYLEY please. Sorry i just realized how long this is.

“What’s a beautiful vamp like you doing in my town?”

Caroline was halfway to a scoff at the terrible line, only to catch her breath at the very, very handsome man saying it. At least, until she processed what he said. Her eyes tracked the line of him suspiciously. “How’d you know I’m a vampire?”

Nodding toward her hand clutching a hurricane glass, he smirked at the obvious twitch in her finger. “Lapis lazuli doesn’t come easy around here, I make sure of it. May I ask where you got yours?”

“An old friend,” she answered simply, not wanting to give any more ammunition to what felt like an old soul. Before she could figure out just how old, a heavy arm fell onto her shoulders.

Enzo smirked down at her annoyed expression. “Gorgeous, did I ever tell you about the witches I fell in with? This was right before Augustine trapped, and it bothered them quite handily for the first decade or so why I didn’t burn in the sun. When one of the bastards figured it out, I made sure he lost a hand for taking my ring.” He glanced toward the stranger, his smile just a bit tighter than Caroline was used to. “Hello, mate. Has anyone told you how nosy you can be?”

The man held up defensive hands, his smile bright with a false ease. “Chalk it up to old habits, I look out for my people. Strange vampires usually mean trouble.”

“Are we strange, Gorgeous?”

“You are, maybe.” Rolling her eyes, Caroline shrugged Enzo off her. “But I can agree that we are strangers. I’m Caroline, this is Enzo. We’re just passing through town, figuring out our next steps.”

Leaving Mystic Falls had been a difficult decision to make, but once she made it, Caroline had her car packed within the hour. It wouldn’t be forever because she needed to keep up with her mom, she just needed a fresh start at her eternity. “Magically prevented from entering her hometown” seemed like as good a reason as any.

Enzo was a surprise, though not an unwelcome one. She always thought it’d be Bonnie in her passenger seat when she finally got up the courage to leave her childhood behind, and god, she missed her best friend so much. Stefan was supposedly trying to get her and Damon back, Alaric working on the border issue…and Caroline was tired. Whether it was a vacation, sabbatical, or just a new life, she needed to get away. Inviting himself along, Enzo made the hours of driving fun. No adventure was too small, no diner too greasy.

He also lacked a certain judgmental streak when she mentioned a brief visit to the Big Easy, just to see the sights. Despite a knowing disbelief in her flimsy excuse, Enzo just leaned forward to fiddle with the radio. He kept his pointed comments about her romantic life - or lack thereof - to a minimum, and even then, there was an affectionate teasing to his tone. Taking that as passive support for her plan, Caroline allowed herself to feel a tiny bit of excitement.

Because New Orleans, she found, was fun. Music could be heard all throughout the touristy areas, people happily dancing in the street. She and Enzo gleefully ducked through the shops, both cute ones and those of a naughtier variety. There were food vendors everywhere, each bite spicier than the last. Only one bowl of gumbo made her vampire eyes water, but she looked forward to testing even her expanded capabilities.

Somehow, the magic floating through the city made her want to let the monster loose, to relax the tight control that had become second nature to maintaining her human facade. As night fell, Caroline grew more aware of other vampires enjoying a similar freedom. She pulled Enzo with her as they followed some of the crowd to a bar, apparently a common enough haunt for Marcel to keep an eye out for newcomers.

He looked over them both warily, though his charming smile never dropped. “Do you know anyone in town? I’d be happy to introduce you to some friends, they would love to know more about your visit.”

Sensing an ever so slight murder vibe, Caroline figured mentioning a certain hybrid could go very poorly, very fast. But she didn’t like the implied obligation behind his offer, either. “No one is expecting us,” she admitted, hoping he wouldn’t get the chance to realize the small fib of omission. “I’m always up to meet new people. Enzo?”

“Lead the way, mate.” He gestured for Marcel to go first before helping Caroline hop off her stool, keeping her close out of suspicion. That was something they had in common, she’d realized over their road trip, loyalty was too easy for them both. Their fall into friendship was still new but no less absolute, he was Caroline’s person and she was his. If Marcel thought to test that, he would have a nasty lesson to learn. “And where are these royal friends of yours that care about two measly vamps?”

Caroline elbowed him as they walked down a spookily quiet street, the dark no longer comforting; instead, it had her monster on edge.

But Marcel laughed. “They certainly think of themselves as royalty, and they’re hosting something of a family dinner.”

“I would hate to interrupt,” Caroline said, having stopped dead on the sidewalk. She had a feeling whose house they were going to intrude upon, and she was nowhere prepared for that. This trip was supposed to be a whim, to get a peek at what that voicemail had promised. Eat some beignets, take in a haunted tour, then call him for a night to dance and drink and enjoy their banter before she jumped on a plane to see everything else in the world. Another promise he’d made, she would have argued if he tried to get her to stay. If.

It all sounded so good in her head, but Marcel was opening the gate to some creepy compound lit with a bunch of ancient-looking candles.

“Someone forgot to pay the electric bill,” Enzo teased, surprised when Caroline remained far too quiet.

At his concerned look, she just shook her head. “No, they’re just dramatic.”

Marcel’s head whipped around, though it was the sudden displacement of air coming from elsewhere that held her attention. Her eyes could barely track his approach, moving too fast for her mere vampire senses. Still, she knew better than to flinch when he finally appeared just inches from her, dimples cut deep into his cheeks. “Hello, Klaus.”

For a moment, it was like they were too focused taking each other in to see what might have changed since they last saw each other. Then a familiar glint in his eye as he smirked sent her right back to that forest floor and the remnants of a pretty pink lace bra. She blushed, looking away first, and Klaus puffed his chest in triumph. “Sweetheart, what a pleasant surprise,” he greeted smoothly, the warmth in his eyes bleeding out when he turned a dangerously curious gaze on Enzo. “I don’t believe we’ve met, mate.”

Ignoring the crisp accusation and immediate dislike rolling off the hybrid in waves, Enzo pulled Caroline closer just to make things interesting. “Gorgeous is something like my girl Friday lately, a real partner in crime,” he explained in a cheery voice. “So, how do you two know each other?”

Caroline dug an elbow into his side, though she refused to cower under Klaus’s angry expression at their proximity, even if a thrill of pleasure shot down her spine at the obvious display of jealousy. Pettiness might not be pretty, but she had learned to accept that about herself. “Freshman year wasn’t all I’d hoped it would be,” she explained as lightly as she could manage through the memories. “Anti-vampire society, doppelganger drama, everyone died then came back-”

“Thanks again for the save, Gorgeous,” Enzo chimed in, enjoying how Klaus’s face pinched in annoyance.

Rolling her eyes, Caroline couldn’t help a small smile when he looked to her with concern. “Long story short, I can’t go back to Whitmore or Mystic Falls.”

“Mystic Falls?” Marcel looked positively gleeful, and she watched in confusion as Klaus pressed his lips together, his ears flushed the deepest red. “Something about that place always seems to make him grin like a fool,” he explained, turning to Caroline and Enzo. “I think I’m beginning to understand why.”

“Sorry, she likes them a bit furry,” Enzo said with a cheeky grin. He let out a soft oomph at the harder jab from her elbow, though it didn’t seem to dampen his mood. “One wolf is a mistake, two is a fetish, Gorgeous. It’s just not healthy, a death wish to get your jollies.”

Klaus flashed toward him and pressed him to the wall by the neck. “It’s a good thing my blood is the cure to wolf venom, then.” Caroline had expected him to snarl, but his voice was perfectly calm and even courteous in a sense. “You seem to be the one with a death wish, given your flippant regard for certain intimacies that don’t involve you.”

Enzo regarded him through narrowed eyes, not at all appearing to care that his life was in mortal danger. Immortal danger? The whole vampire vernacular was something Caroline still had to get used to, thanks to her mostly sheltered, unique experience back home. It was a particular goal she hoped to accomplish during this first world tour, provided she got Enzo out of New Orleans alive. “See what I mean?” she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Dramatic. This has been fun, but-”

“Honestly, Caroline, you should have known better than to show up here with some Salvatore knock-off expecting Nik not to tear his head off.” Rebekah strode into the room, heels clacking on the brick with each step. “Now take your little friend and leave, you’re not invited to dinner. Marcel, show them out, please.”

Caroline’s jaw ached with the tension required not to snap at the other woman and her imperious attitude. Of course, Klaus had yet to move an inch while Enzo just smiled in that easygoing way of his. “Trust me, Rebekah,” she sighed, pressing her hands to her face. “This isn’t how I hoped to be spending my evening either. I wasn’t going to call until-”

And in an instant, Klaus had dropped Enzo from the wall to flash before her with that predator look about him. A possessive gold ringed his pupils. “Until?”

Swallowing at the intense focus he seemed to have only for her, Caroline shook her head. “I wanted to explore a little bit,” she explained in a shaky voice. “You know, see the city myself before I let you try to sell its good qualities.”

His mouth pulled up into an indulgent smile, like she’d fallen into his meticulously laid trap. “I look forward to hearing your thoughts on New Orleans, love, to know your mind in all things. But I take issue with the idea that I might try to sell you a false image of the city when I think you’d enjoy it despite its more sinister tendencies. I have a feeling you’ll come to love those as well, in time.”

“She’s got rules against eating people, mate,” Enzo helpfully supplied, having worked himself up to leaning against the wall on his own accord. “If you can get her to loosen up on that front, I’ll be your biggest- What was the word, Gorgeous? When you tried to set up your dear friend Matt to date anyone other than Elena?”

Eyes wide, she wondered if she could actually learn how to kill with a glare alone. “You are not,” she fumed, “going to be Klaus’s wingman when it comes to me.”

“Like he needs one,” Rebekah scoffed, making a sour face. “She’s already fascinated. No taste, that one.”

Enzo shrugged. “She didn’t go for me, so I’m inclined to agree. But she kept me on as a friend, which means you don’t get to talk about her that way.”

Arms crossed and veins just beginning to show, Rebekah looked ready to kill while Marcel watched the show with a sense of amusement and alarm in case things got bloody.

Klaus smirked, hardly paying them any attention. He gently tugged at a curl hanging loose on her shoulder. “Have you seen much of the city yet, sweetheart? Your plans aside, there are some hidden gems I think you’d like to see.”

“I’m not staying,” Caroline blurted out, needing him to hear it once before he had a chance to talk her out of it. At his hurt expression, though, she felt the need to continue, “I’m going to see the world, and I’m excited about it. Enzo kind of invited himself along, but I like the company and he spent like sixty years in a cell getting tortured, probably deserves the vacation. Anyway, we still don’t know where we’re going first, maybe we’ll leave when we figure it out. I’m leaning toward India, but he likes South America.”

Smiling, Klaus seemed almost enchanted by her rambling. His plain enjoyment of her habits was something she never thought she would get used to. “You came here first.”

“Don’t get a big head about it,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “I might be willing to accept suggestions and warnings about certain locations, figured you would be a good brain to pick. You’re never short of opinions.”

Klaus looked up with that infinitely smug grin of his. “Happy to be of service in any way I can. I may have a list or two for you, but only once you’ve decided upon a starting point. I’d hate to influence this trip of yours, if I’m already not to be trusted in my own city.”

Watching Rebekah and Enzo bicker with each other, Caroline met his gaze once again with a little more confidence. “Show me you can be trusted,” she challenged, her hips twirling just a bit in a tease. “I haven’t had a chance to find a beignet yet.”

Somehow, his grin widened further to show off his dimples in earnest and said, “It would be my pleasure.” Raising his elbow, Klaus waited patiently until she slid her hand into the crook of his arm with an amused, though resigned sigh. As he led her out of the compound, he couldn’t help pressing his luck. “Now, tell me all about this freshman year that finally pushed you out of the nest of the human life you were chasing.”

“Ugh,” Caroline groaned. “Where do I even start?”

Klaus didn’t care, he was just thrilled that she was there at all.

[gimmetheheadcanons]

the cost of an embrace - Day 7 (Gothic Klonnie 2k18)

A/N: And so Klonnieween has come to an end! This is Day 7 and the final instalment of a story that began way back on Day 1. Please make sure to read Days 1 through to 6 before reading this (or be prepared to be super confused...but nonetheless entertained I hope.) 

Thanks for sticking around! But don’t abandon me yet and fill my inbox with asks please ;-)

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Day 7: Voluptate: A yearning which is both physical and spiritual, a lust of the body and the soul.

Bonnie flung herself at his body and let him touch her right down to her soul.

She was his little witch once again, cloaked in magic and nothing more.

A blanket of fog lifted in time for soft rays of light to finally surround her exposed skin and so she pulled him close enough to be engulfed by this strange warmth too.

Heat radiated from her in waves and washed over him.

The boy she once knew would’ve cried at the power held in such a simple embrace, but it was a man she drew into her arms and the only wetness that should move him was that which she held between her legs.  

With a small nod, Bonnie let him in.

Left breathless by the act of being reborn, she stole a moment to enjoy the new and mourn the old.

What Bonnie saw now was a man, naked and wild and still every bit hers; but the things that haunted her could not so easily be forgotten.  

Their kisses had an expiration date.

Not yet.

He licked at her neck, nuzzled at her breasts and she shut her eyes and her mind to everything but the feel of his mouth.

“I made it.” She told him, her voice clear and controlled, her body anything but that.

She felt his laugh against the skin on her belly now.

“Oh you did.”

The hairs on his chin tickled down there until she was forced to laugh with him.

He was on a journey and not to be disturbed; lips eager to travel the highs and lows of a land previously uncharted.

A place he worked so hard to get to.

Bonnie let him explore for a while and made a log of his discoveries, learned all she could about desire.

But when she began to miss the waves of his hair, the sea in his eyes and the sand on his face she gently signalled; Come home and rest.

Her lover - homeless all his life - had no complaints and let himself be swiftly navigated back up her body and towards her face by adoring fingers. 

He kissed her upon his arrival and kissed her again before taking his rightful place beside her.

She missed the weight of his body instantly but settled for the clasp of his hand around hers instead.

He’d been gone for so long and sadly the sound of him breathing next to her couldn’t turn back time.  

Lying on their backs they watched the sky for some time.

“This is it.” said Bonnie, only just realizing where they were and how time did not matter.

Their world was a pocket of light, free of form and fullness.    

“I carved it out for us.”

That he did, Bonnie thought, through sheer will.

By believing in a magic that never was he managed to tap into something ancient; made nature his servant and transcended to become one without boundaries.

His newfound power should’ve frightened her and his disregard for the natural order of things did.

“Grams knew of this place.”

“She did. We led her here.”

She shifted uncomfortably, not appreciating the implication of her role in this. The idea that Grams, bold and strong-willed as she was, could allow herself to be used in such a way bothered Bonnie.  

No, Bonnie would bend to his will, he to hers and Mother Nature to theirs - but Sheila Bennett belonged to no one.  

It was something else that brought them together. The same thing that wouldn’t allow her to let go of his hand despite the anger she felt bubbling under the surface.

Eventually, Bonnie gave into it and spoke her mind.

“I died and you waited for me Nik.”

“No, no, that isn’t right.” she said correcting herself.  “You didn't wait. I didn’t get a chance to actually leave did I?”

He turned to face her and she did the same.

Their eyes narrowed out of a sense of mutual frustration at the ugly turn their reunion would take now the lust between them had lessened a little.    

“I had to make sure you would stay too.”

His reply was uncharacteristically calm. Bonnie knew it was because he got what he wanted and that infuriated her more.

“But I didn't stay, you stopped me. Dragged me back down.”

He swatted away the accusing finger she used to poke him with but then filled the gap between them with more of himself anyway.

“You feared I'd try and follow you.” He said, finally accepting this conversation was one Bonnie needed to have.

“But you didn't.”

“I didn't know how to.” He spat back.  “You never taught me. All those times you kept me alive, all those times I forgot how to die.”

“This anger, it’s what’s weighing you down Nik.”

“No, being without you did!”

“You don’t get to blame this on me.” Bonnie hissed, she was furious he had placed his hands on her naked hips and pushed her up against him.

Did he think the feel of his body could silence her?

It could.

“You were angry long before they did what they did to me.”  She continued, turning her need to be close to him also into a weapon. She put her arms around him and pulled his head down to touch hers.

There was nowhere left to hide for either of them.  

“So what did you then Klaus? While you waited for me, what did you do?”

Bonnie tightened her hold around his neck, then watched a look of irritation wash over his face now that her closeness didn’t bring him pleasure but punishing judgment instead.

“You made this place.”

“But what else.”

She thought he’d try and turn his head away, retreat or attempt to unfix her grip yet he remained where he was and looked upon her with great fury and disappointment.

“Don’t insult me like this!” He warned her. “I loved you.” 

Bonnie found his unearned self-righteousness repulsive, but dear God how she loved him too.  

Sad, she let her lips longingly drift a little closer his.

“You asked me for names.” Bonnie whispered unable to bring herself to connect for a kiss.

“Well, I have them now, do you want to hear the names Klaus?”

“No.”

She watched him inhale deeply, shut his eyes and prepare himself anyway.

“There are so many of them, so I’m sorry if I don’t get them all.”

Bonnie cleared her throat and began.

“The Gilbert family. Christmas 1871. John, Isobel and their daughter Elena. Uncle Grayson, Aunt Miranda and cousin Jeremy.”

“The papers blamed John, Klaus. They called him a monster.”

His face remained expressionless, his lids still closed whilst Bonnie powered through despite the flood of emotion burning at hers.

“In 1920 Carol Lockwood breaks open her skull in the bathtub after her son Tyler eats a bullet from his father’s shotgun right in front of her.”

“Tyler somehow survived, but unable to explain what possessed him to do such a thing his mind never quite recovered.”

“I guess he too wasted his life trying to find you huh.”

For a second, Bonnie thought she saw him wince, his lids twitch a little - but she was left to continue uninterrupted.   

“Alaric Saltzman and Jenna Sommers. It’s 1945 and he made it home from Midway and Manilla. Just as he promised he would. He bought this real fixer-upper and his mother’s ring. Jenna knew was planning to propose. The war was finally over and they were going to be a family.”

“Do you think they loved each other as much as we do Nik?”

Again, almost but not enough to disrupt the cold mask he wore throughout the telling of these terrible tales.   

“Flashforward to 1952 and the Suttons. Smoke inhalation took them in their sleep, funny thing is that the fire should’ve turned this place to ash too.”

“You wouldn’t have let that happen. No, you needed your feeding grounds.”

“All because you loved me right?”

River of hot tears streamed down her face, the wetness from her nose reaching his. None of it melting that icy silence.

Bonnie, however, felt the hands on her hips tremble with rage and his fingers dig into her skin enough to bruise her pelvis.  

She didn’t flinch. Not even a bit.

“Who else did I forget but you didn’t Klaus?”

“Petrova? Muller?”

Bonnie’s voice grew stronger with each name.  “O’Connell, Voronova, Rosza and Cruz and Cortez!”

“You’ve made your point. Enough.”

But Bonnie had a final name left, one she’d been afraid to ask.

“Sheila Bennett?”

His eyes flashed open.

“Klaus, I said Sheila Bennett!”

He froze for too long and it was enough of an answer to cause her to let out an agonizing wail.

Overcome by soul-crushing despair, she pushed her sorrowful head deep into his shoulders and let him, the cause of such misery and much more, comfort her.  

“I did it for us.” He whispered into her ear, not an ounce of regret in his voice and she turned her fists against him, trying to inflict as much damage as she could without breaking the embrace.

“God. Why Nik.” Bonnie screamed, her sobs loud, ugly and filled with shame for not ending the hug.

“God why.” She cried, asking herself the question as much as she was him.

She knew the answer and it hurt to hear anyway.

“For this moment.”

“And what if I tell you I don’t want you anymore?” She asked as she wrapped her arms around him a little tighter. “Not after all that pain and death.”

“What was it all for then?”

He answered with the same questionless certainty as before.  

“For this moment love.”

There was a weakness inside her, always had been, and she heard it now more clearly than ever. Pulsating loudly and aching for him; Bonnie Bennett shut her eyes and let it guide her to his cruel mouth.

Her stomach churned, made sick by the taste of blood on his lips and by how much more she yearned for him still.

[zalrb]

What, in your opinion, was the worst tvd season and why?

Season 8 because nothing made sense and it was BORING. From previous posts and highlights from all of my reviews of the eighth season: 

I would say that in the season finale a lot of things didn’t make sense. Why was Elena in a big white bed in the middle of the woods? Where is this place, why are they there? How did Enzo know to find Bonnie there and how did he bring her back to life? Is Enzo God? Stefan didn’t know Bonnie would be able to wake Elena up but he still gave Damon the cure in the off-chance that she would? Katherine pretended to be Elena, she wore Elena’s dress in the casket but had the time to dress Elena in her own clothes and put her in the school? And her hair was straight and suddenly it just became perfectly curly again? Stefan was shot and stabbed, he bled everywhere in those instances but he managed to not age rapidly but because he took a syringe of blood and gave it to Damon suddenly Damon has the cure and Stefan would start aging? Really? He could’ve called Caroline or saw Caroline, there is actually no reason why Stefan could see Elena, it’s not a logical part of the episode in terms of plot or lore, it doesn’t make sense, except that Elena had to be the last person he saw before he died. 

8x01

22. Writers, it’s too fucking late for the whole “surrounded by death, Stefan That’s what we’ve been for a hundred and some years.” nonono, you didn’t stick to that vampire lore throughout the seasons, it makes no sense to reinstate it now. In True Blood, from season 1 to season 7, it’s iterated and reiterated that vampires are death and whoever wants to sleep with them or be around them wants to die because they’re surrounding themselves with death. That isn’t a theme in TVD.

23. Nope, you can’t do hell all over again and try to back it up by going “not stone hell but real hell!” nah, y’all were lazy and just did the same shit again.

26. Stefan and Bonnie coming face to face with Damon and Enzo should’ve probably been more impactful? Like I don’t know, I don’t get the sense of complete and utter hopelessness. DO some fight club shit:

Make them gaunt and pale and red-eyed, like if they’re drones or slaves then make them as such. Because Damon is just acting like Damon, the only reason why we know he’s doing these things against his will is because of the over-exposition in the dialogue, there is actually nothing to indicate that Damon is doing this against his will other than the repetition in the words.

33. How hard are they going to hammer this shit in our heads? Damon doesn’t believe in redemption AGAIN, Damon thinks he and Elena are on different paths AGAIN only so SURPRISE he’ll be proved wrong by Elena near the end! Been there, done that.

8x03: 

6. I love how it’s become such a big deal that Sybil has mind control. “We’re dealing with something that has the power of mind control” SCARY MUSIC. Right because vampires compelling people was just ….

15. Damon describing Sybil’s hold over him is literally describing compulsion.

17. So Sybil is Rebekah and the Salvatore Mansion is the library and instead of Elena, Caroline and Stefan talking about SE and DE it’s Caroline and Bonnie talking about Damon and Enzo.

18. OK so Sybil is also Klaus who has to “Siren” obedience like how Klaus had to Sire hybrids.

19. OK so Sybil is Klaus again making Bonnie choose between Enzo and Damon like Klaus going, “So Elena, Jenna or Stefan?” Or she’s No Humanity Caroline who essentially did the same thing with Matt and Tyler. ‘Bout the most sadistic game imaginable, writers you’ve recycled this at least three times.

32. “Bonnie, I’m going to count down from 10 and then I’m going to let Damon finish what he started.” Like the clock Klaus put on Stefan biting Elena? LOL OK TVD. 

8x03:

28. So basically when Sybil got Damon’s full devotion is exactly like when Damon and Elena thought Stefan betrayed them for Klaus and the scene between Caroline and Stefan when Stefan is all “Damon is gone” “Don’t give up hope” is Stefan and Damon “Stefan is gone!” “Then we’ll let him go.” We’re redoing season 3 just terribly.

8x04

35. So a black man is the devil. EXCELLENT, TVD. JFC.

36. Also their version of the devil makes absolutely no sense. Why is Cade in hell in the first place when he literally did nothing wrong? Did he create hell for the souls that he keeps and why is he collecting souls in the first place? And they keep mentioning God, as in the Christian God, so how are you going to have a Christian God but not a Christian Hell? WHAT?

44. So Georgie goes to hell because she killed a girl in a car accident. OK so like I don’t get it does that mean Julian is in hell too? What about Mary-Louise and Nora? Are they in hell? WHO goes to this hell? Does just everyone who does a bad thing go to this hell?

8x05: 

9. You know why banging a tuning fork doesn’t come across as torture? Because it’s a weak fucking form of torture. At least have Sybil’s ears bleed, have her crying with pain, have her clutching her head, screaming STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT. Like OMG.

10. And of course Bonnie isn’t at Tyler’s funeral but so is no one else. It’s true that the Lockwoods are dead but they’re a founding family, you mean this town won’t mourn the loss of the last living member of such a family when the town is supposed to be big on tradition?

11. This episode is ridiculous. I won’t believe that Stefan wouldn’t be fast enough to stake Damon in the leg or to push him off Matt, Stefan vamp-sped and pushed Damon off Bonnie in season 1, he pushed Katherine off Jeremy in season 2. After being the only human in MF for how long, Matt should’ve picked up a few tricks on how to take down a vampire. Caroline is also a vampire with a history of beating the shit out of Damon, you mean two vampires can’t contain one? Whatever.

15. “It was awful, like Damon is desperate for us all to hate him.” But you just can’t right? For absolutely no fucking reason. I’m actually getting severely tired of Damon killing everyone, abusing everyone, making everyone’s lives worse and the show constantly protecting him with lines that distance him from taking any responsibility. It’s OK that Damon killed Tyler because he wants you all to hate him? Are you fucking serious?

20. REDEMPTIVE RIGHT NOW. Hammering it into our heads that he didn’t want to kill Tyler but he did it for Sybil, he doesn’t like that his friends hate him but he made them hate him anyway for Sybil (although legit no one looks like they hate him) and I’m fucking OVER it. Damon kills but his heart isn’t in it, so the fuck what, why the fuck do I care about that? Doesn’t MEAN anything.

21. Dude, I thought that Sybil inserted herself in Damon’s happy Elena place and then I thought she made Elena die so it was like Damon never met her. What was the point of Sybil inserting herself in Damon’s Elena Happy Place if he just does things to make her happy but doesn’t put his heart in it, he was doing that anyway before.

8x06

5. So we get to see mediocre SC sex in 8x01 but we don’t get to see mediocre BE sex in 8x06? Oh true. I see you, Julie and co.

9. WHO eats bacon that way? Seriously, who the fuck eats bacon that way? That’s not sexy, it’s weird.

13.  This writing is ridiculous. You and Sybil aren’t Cade’s missionaries, Seline, you aren’t converting people to your ways or “spreading the word”, you’re eating their flesh and giving the souls to Cade, you’re his butchers.

27. “Two of history’s most prolific killers.” LOL WHAT? People have committed GENOCIDES, TVD.

30. “I raised them” they’re THREE. And on the real, it didn’t look like or feel like you were dying when the twins were gone, Caroline.

33. “I gave Damon what he promised me an eternity of misery” HOW THO? Damon’s BEEN spending his immortal life killing people, like how is it any different that he and Stefan are doing it for a purpose now? Jfc. Also legit, guys, y’all are immortal, vampires, you’re never going to hell, the paranoia surrounding this place is ridiculous especially since they have both died as vampires and haven’t gone to Cade’s hell dimension each time.

35. Lmao why is this ending with Alaric killing Damon as if Damon is actually dead? We know he isn’t! Stefan just told us they’ll live forever serving Cade and we already know he and Sybil crash Steroline’s Christmas. LIKE? THIS ISN’T SHOCKING.

8x07:

13. “If Elena was here Damon wouldn’t be doing any of this?” Are we forgetting that he systematically killed Whitmores while they were together, that he kidnapped her brother and had Enzo suffocate him, that he killed Aaron … that a lot of the destruction Damon caused to the group was in Elena’s name? Damon didn’t change for Elena, I need the show to let that one GO.

15. There is weird tension between Caroline and Damon and it makes me uncomfortable.

18. “I know there is a future you that’s going to ask for my forgiveness one day” like when he asked for forgiveness for raping and physically and emotionally abusing you, Caroline? Oh right, that never happened.

23. Cade is basically Klaus trying to get Stefan go Dark Side. THIS IS THE EXACT CONVERSATION HE HAD WITH KLAUS.

8x08:

5. I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY NO ONE IS TRYING TO FIND LOOPHOLES AGAINST CADE. Caroline is just “cool, Stefan, go and be evil with the devil” WHAT?

15. It’s really annoying and in bad taste that the show is discussing how the Founding Families didn’t found Mystic Falls because other people were there first (witches) and we’re just ignoring the fact that there would’ve been Indigenous nations. I also like how we’re talking about history but we wouldn’t talk about enslavement even though MF is in fucking Virginia.

22. Are we really fucking doing this? Matt’s dad is angry at the Founding families because they were rich and ran the town while his family were skilled traders and looked down upon as such when Bonnie’s fucking ancestor was enslaved to Katherine??? WHEN THERE WERE ENSLAVED PEOPLES IN THIS TOWN? Matt’s dad gets a rant but we’re not talking about the racist history? Why am I even surprised by this?

8x09: 

17. Oh my GOD, we’re only 20 minutes in?

20. Why are we acting like Damon’s humanity will crush him? He was fine with killing Lexi, turning Vicki, killing Jeremy, killing Aaron, kidnapping Jeremy, trying to kill Caroline, raping and abusing Caroline, etc. Like why wouldn’t he be fine with this? Elena won’t care.

21. Why do they keep saying Matt is stupid? How is Alaric any smarter? A fucking siren was his nanny for months.

8x11:

1. So I don’t remember if this is from 8x09 or 8x10 when Sybil explains that opening the door from Cade’s world into this world will destroy everyone in this world but that is literally Buffy season 5.  Glory is a hell goddess who wants the key back into her dimension but if the key (who is Buffy’s sister) opens her world then the dimensions will bleed together and reality will cease to exist. LIKE??? Does Julie even know what an original thought is?

11. “Look at Damon, humanity on and he’s a new person!” HE IS EXACTLY THE SAME. DAMON ALWAYS REMAINS EXACTLY THE SAME. MAGNUM IS THE SAME LOOK AS BLUE STEEL. OH MY FUCKING GOD.

13. So Matt can say that it’s still Stefan who tried to get him to destroy the entire town but he can say that Damon turning and effectively killing Vicki is a long time ago, him murdering Tyler wasn’t him. OK true. Not transparent at all TVD.

18. Why is Damon giving him pancakes and not blood? Is Stefan not a vampire? Is he drying Stefan out? What’s the point of this?

21. Oh my God, I am literally only 10 minutes in.

38. 21 minutes and 41 seconds.

42. Talking talking talking talking

43. This is the final season though?

52. I don’t care for Bonenzo but seriously Julie taking away Bonnie’s happiness at every turn is a blatant hatred of her character, I don’t give a shit if she says she gets an unexpected happy ending, the unexpected happy ending will probably be her and Enzo reunited in death or something.

8x13:

1. Seriously, Cade seems like a really petty devil though. “Kill 100 people or your brother’s girl” like … why? Don’t you have some world domination plans going on or…? Like why the interest in Stefan and Damon, what about either of them are particularly special to the devil? It doesn’t make sense to me. At least with Supernatural, everything from season 1 was leading up to Dean and Sam being vessels for Michael and Lucifer, like every season, every plot point fed into that so it made sense, this is just fucking random.

2. I’m legit taking this opportunity to tell people to watch Goblin because it is so much more intriguing than whatever the hell TVD has become. You can watch it on: Drama Fever, Box Asian, Drama 4 U Viki, like so many sites, guys. I mean, I’m just saying, if you want a show that’ll make you cry and keep you in suspense and make you fall in love with characters then that’s it.

5. “Stefan, thank God” sound even less enthused, Caroline.

9. “I don’t think this is just colonial bling” did they seriously make Dorian say that? UGH. Also who says bling anymore? Are we in the early 00s?

11. Why is Damon acting like he didn’t kill Tyler? I find this actually unbelievably fascinating. He can stand there and lecture Caroline about how Bonnie wouldn’t answer her calls when he killed Tyler who was supposed to be Caroline’s first love and her childhood friend? LIKE THIS WRITING. 

12. I don’t understand this, Stefan is human so he can’t be immortal anymore and therefore is out of the contract so Cade will kill him? Can’t he just make Stefan an immortal human? Like why does he have to be a vampire? He can kill people without biting them, there’s always good old fashioned weaponry. Like what powers does Cade actually have?

20. Like there are no side effects to turning human? You’re just human and that’s it. You don’t feel slower, weaker, you can just operate normally?

25. Lol Caroline and Stefan are so bad at being together.

31. “Sirened to ring the bell” it’s just compulsion.

40. And seriously he’s not even going to STAY with her? The supposed love of her life died and no one is going to just BE with her? Remember when I said she would grieve alone?

8x14:

2. I think it’s funny that Cade is talking about how Damon is in limbo, “the space between spaces” because my guy, that is JUST the Other Side.

3. No, see, the entire plot line with Cade and the Salvatores irritates me because it’s so conveniently linked to Damon and Stefan. He is the devil or the devil’s right hand man (since Katherine is the Queen of Hell for some reason, right?) I don’t understand why he can’t just find the weapon himself or get someone else to do it for him, there’s no reason that it has to be Damon and it’s the problem when a villain keeps making threats “Or I’ll drag you back to hell”, so then do it. At least with Supernatural when Zachariah wanted Dean to do something and Dean was like nah, Zachariah was like OK so what if I give Sam stage 4 stomach cancer? Or hey, how about if I take away his lungs? And we see him inflict these tortures on Sam while Dean watches. Or Dean starts off the season coming out of hell and we get flashbacks to what hell was like for him and we find out how much it fucked him up so when Uriel and Castiel threaten to throw him back into hell, it’s an actual real threat because we’ve seen the effects and why he would be scared. This whole thing with Damon is like … every time Cade says he’ll send Damon to hell I’m like motherfucker, no you’re not or you would’ve DONE did it by now, stop.

5. Bonnie being able to see Enzo is like Jeremy being able to see Bonnie and Elena hallucinating Damon. I’m bored.

14. Also where are the twins if neither she nor Alaric are watching them in this scene? Like if they’re setting shit on fire because of temper tantrums and are literally prone to blowing each other up now, I would be around them all the time.

17. I like how Stefan has, like, an actual plan to kill Cade but if you’re going to kill him, will you not slash his arm and punch him and make witty remarks, can you just stab him?

18. Because you see what happens, Alaric’s cell phone rings and he stops ringing the all important bell.

24. *SPOILERS FOR OUTLANDER* So there’s this show/book called Outlander about many things but at the centre of it, there’s a love story between Jamie and Claire and throughout the series, Jamie makes these declarations of love to Claire and says he’ll do anything for her, that he’ll be her shield, he’ll die for her etc. and there’s this villain called Jack Randall who is a sexual sadist and he has a particular interest in Jamie who he nearly flogged to death years earlier, basically Randall gets a hold of Claire and is going to kill her in front of Jamie so Jamie offers up his body to Randall in exchange for Claire’s safety and in that scene Randall nails Jamie’s hand to a table and kisses him while Claire has to watch and then Claire is forced to leave Randall and Jamie alone and in the next part we basically see the rape and torture that Randall inflicts on Jamie over and over. A lot of people had issues with that and asked the author why she felt the need to show the brutal rape of Jamie and her response was this:

“So, OK.  Throughout the book, we’ve seen that love has a real cost.  Jamie and Claire have built a relationship through honest struggle, a relationship that’s _worth_ what it’s cost them.  This is the final challenge, and Jamie’s willing to pay what will apparently be the ultimate cost.

  Why would I throw that away?  To have him escape rape and torture (he–and we–_know_ what’s coming) by the skin of his teeth would be to undercut his sacrifice, to make it of little moment.  (It would be like someone turning up in Gethsemane and telling Christ, “Hey, buddy, you don’t _really_ have to do this.  Come with me, I got a secret way outta here…”)”

And this is what TVD fails to do with DE. It’s one thing for Damon to be willing to go to hell for both Stefan and Elena but Bonnie shows up and actually saves him from having to undergo that threat and it undercuts his sacrifice because he didn’t actually have to sacrifice anything, he just had to be willing and it’s not impactful. So I’m not even a little moved by what Damon did because he didn’t do anything first of all, second of all after everything he’s done throughout 8 seasons why wouldn’t he choose himself, I mean, it’s the least he can do.

25. “Bonnie, wake up”, Stefan can you check her pulse?

26. “That little psychic blast must’ve blew me into my body” that literally makes no sense.

27. Damon and Stefan sitting on Damon’s car, drinking is basically just Sam and Dean. Stop it.

29. “Someone who can create a safe, supportive and loving space for kids … someone like you” is that Caroline, though? I’m sorry but she doesn’t seem like any of those  things to Josie and Lizzie, she’s shrill and just tells them to stop doing things, like I don’t know why she didn’t actually ask Josie and Lizzie how they felt when their magic was going haywire, like we don’t actually see her BE with them, she just scolds.

33. Finally, what anons kept asking me about, Katherine Pierce being the Queen of hell. I am going to admit something, I think the show and the characters gas Katherine way too much, she isn’t the baddest bitch of all, I don’t think the characters are toast because she’s running hell, I don’t even think she deserves to run Hell, she’s petty, it’s not like she has master plans that completely destroy lives, she just makes things inconvenient for the core group like *ugh* I mean I guess I gotta go fix Elena because she has venom in her system, like what were the major consequences of what she did in 5x15 to Elena? Elena didn’t see Damon for an entire episode and couldn’t sleep with him immediately. Getting Jenna to stab herself was rude but the major consequence of that is Stefan and Elena breaking up. She outted the Klaroline sex and it just fractured an already fractured relationship with Tyler. The worst thing she did was cause Jeremy’s death and that wasn’t even intentional, it was just like oh well … yeah, my bad, bye. Like she’s a mean girl on steroids, that’s kind of it, she isn’t like this Badass Villain that no one can top and OMG SHE RUNS HELL. I mean Rebekah caused just as much damage as Katherine did because they’re both petty.

8x15:

2. I like how opening the door to Cade’s world will only destroy everything for “miles”, like that’s such a small scale, shouldn’t it be the end of the world if the devil is walking among us? Or is he not the devil, is Katherine the devil? I’m confused about the Hell hierarchy, you see.

5. Sorry, pausing because my cat is being extremely affectionate and I would rather play with her for a little than watch what trash this episode is going to be.

6. But now she’s on my keyboard. It’s like she’s trying to spare me.

14. “That was a lifetime ago, things have changed since then” that should just replace the title of TVD. “Didn’t Damon kill your sister?” “That was a long time ago.” “Didn’t Damon kill your brother” “That was a long time ago.” And now apparently abandoning your family because of man pain and cowardice and immaturity is “a lifetime ago” too but oh no, Stefan was a ripper a literal century ago and we need to harp on it forever.

16. Why would Dorian agreeing to help them on how to get rid of the “Queen of Hell” be misconstrued as him being “cool” with Stefan though? Isn’t getting rid of someone who is supposed to be the devil Plus be in everyone’s best interest? Like whatever, it was just another chance to take a shot at Stefan. Transparent as fuck.

21. I mean, I don’t blame Bonnie for hating Stefan but Damon was responsible for killing Jeremy and kidnapping Jeremy, Enzo was responsible for suffocating Jeremy and she’s cool with both of them, hell she fell in love with one of them so I’m just like girl, I guess. The writers are ridiculous because it just feels like they don’t know the web they’ve created with these characters and understand that they’ve turned pretty much everyone into a hyprocrite. 

24. I don’t even know why Damon needs to tell Stefan that what happened to Enzo will haunt him like Stefan isn’t new to guilt. Why are they making it seem like this is Stefan’s first rodeo?

37. “I hope I get to see this one day with you and Elena” lol the FLATTEST delivery ever. Like do you even mean it? Do you REALLY? Think hard, Stefan.

54. LMFAO SO WHO ISN’T IN HELL? Vicki was in hell, Kelly was in hell, so like ERRBODY GOES TO HELL THEN? WHAT CRITERIA IS THERE? Like if I run a stop light do I go to hell because it’s against the law? What if I jaywalk or accidentally step on an ant or something? BECAUSE SERIOUSLY.

55. STEFAN WHY DON’T YOU EVER CHECK ANYONE’S PULSE?

and you already saw my thoughts on 8x16

[rhetoricandlogic]

KKC Characters and the Angels

Yesterday I chatted with @sirfin who brought up the idea that there’s a connection between the characters and angels. We googled for it and found this thread on reddit, accompanied by this one.

The first is linking Kvothe to Tehlu based on simlilarities in the story. It makes for a rather unfounded theory (in my opinion)

Tehlu is born of Perial and called Menda. Perial gives birth to Menda through  divine intervention. After he is born, he quickly grows and is older than he seems. He's hated and feared by those who don't understand him. He travels the world casting out demons and searching for Encanis. When Tehlu finally catches Encanis, Tehlu holds him down with an iron wheel and burns him. Tehlu (as told by Skarpi) was a person. He later becomes the "god" like entity with myth surrounding him.

Now to Kvothe, 1) Born with red hair, suggesting we don't know his biological parents (seems unlikely that his parents are both his biological parents) 2) Kvothe is constantly viewed as very young but people notice he is older than he seems. 3) He travels the world looking for the Chandrian and wants to destroy them. 4) The whole Draccus thing... killing a "demon" and pinning him with the iron wheel

The second one, though, starts out with the assumption that the angels are the superiors to the Amyr and -in some cases, when one Amyr went too far in their persecution for the greater good”- punish them, which is why we find Selitos on Nina’s drawing of the vase. 

A further assumption is:

Lets assume for the moment that this is what became of all the "angels". They would be periodically reborn (as Tehlu said he would be "if called in the proper manner"), they would learn and mature quickly. They would reward and punish as at least part of their goal as stated by Aleph, and as demonstrated by Tehlu in the story of Menda. With Scarpi's story implying that they would forget what they knew I assume they would start fresh each time they were reborn with no recollection of previous lives (Menda did not proclaim himself to be Tehlu until he was already an adult, so perhaps this information might be learned as they age?). The statement that they "must punish or reward only what you yourself witness from this day forth" fits with that theory and also explains at least part of the reason for this change. I believe that the speed with which Menda aged was overstated, and that the story was originally about how he learned and matured quickly. I have no evidence for this other than we haven't seen anyone else age that quickly, but we do have precedent of growing up quickly as Kvothe has done.

Based on this and stuffed full of textual evidence I won’t (completely) copy because of the sheer lenght, OP links 

Sim with Enlas [ "who would not carry a sword or eat the flesh of animals, and who no man had ever known to speak hard words."  (NoW:54)I liked Simmon, but he was terribly innocent at times. (NoW:56)Wilem put a protective arm around Simmon, who leaned unashamedly against his shoulder. "Our Simmon has a tender heart," he said gently. "I imagine he meant to say that he liked it very much." ...]

Denna with Geisa [ "Fair Geisa, who had a hundred suitors in Belen before the walls fell, the first woman to know the un-asked-for touch of man."]

Fela with Kiriel [ "Tall Kirel, who had been burned but left living in the ash of Myr Tariniel." (NOW:68)"This isn't the hand of some swooning princess who sits tatting lace and waiting for some prince to save her. This is the hand of a woman who would climb a rope of her own hair to freedom, or kill a captor ogre in his sleep." I looked into her eyes. "And this is the hand of a woman who would have made it through the fire on her own if I hadn't been there. Singed perhaps, but safe."]

Devi with Deah [ "Deah, who had lost two husbands to the fighting, and whose face and mouth and heart were hard and cold as stone." (WMF:)"I made Re'lar before they threw me out, you little slipstick. I earned it. My Alar is like the ocean in storm." (WMF:)"Oh you're very good. I almost believe the stories about you now. But what makes you think you can do what even Elxa Dal couldn't? Why do you think they expelled me? They feared a woman who could match a master by her second year."]

Auri with Ordal [ "Ordal, the youngest of them all, who had never seen a thing die, stood bravely before Aleph, her golden hair bright with ribbon."]

Elodin with Tehlu [ Mostly this is because of how he feels towards the residents of Haven and the barkeep of the Half-Mast's comments about how "everyone knows God's displeasure falls heavy on those who raise their hands to madmen....", but it also has to do with the fact that "They mete out justice to the world, and Tehlu is the greatest of them all—"]

What do you all think?

[lorenzobane]

Garrobane BroTP: Mourning 

Luke groaned when he recognized the scent coming through the door of the bar. He specifically chose a mundane haunt for this reason, he was looking for a break.

“Whiskey double, neat.”

“What are you doing here, Magnus?”

Magnus looked around the bar with a hint of dry sarcasm, “I didn’t realize I needed a reason to go to a public bar.”

Luke sighed and downed the shot of his whiskey before tapping the bar twice to let the bartender he wanted another. “Great. I don’t want to talk.”

“Fine,” Magnus said, sipping his drink, “we don’t need to.”

They sat like that for a few minutes, but Luke felt himself becoming more and more agitated by Magnus’s calm sitting next to him, “look, I just want one god damn day where I don’t need to control how I feel. Can you please just leave me alone.”

He can’t stop his voice from cracking on the last word and with it, the glass cracks from where he’s holding it too hard. He feels the whiskey leak between his fingers.

Magnus’s keen eyes catch the movement immediately, and he places a hundred dollar bill down on the table to pay for his drink and grabs Luke’s arm.

“Here, you can get shitfaced at home. My glassware is built to withstand werewolves.”

Luke lets himself be manhandled into an alley and pushed through a portal. He doesn’t even have to wait before a glass is in his hand again.

“We don’t need to talk if you don’t want to, but I figure you might be safer here.”

Luke downs the drink, it refills immediately. He drinks another and laughs.

“Oh, I’ll be safe here?” Luke asks with a bitter laugh, moving to sit down on one of Magnus’s soft couches. “I’ll be safe; meanwhile I’m a curse.”

The couch sags where Magnus sits, “what do you mean?”

“You haven’t noticed?” Luke asked laughing again staring into his glass, “my parabatai betrayed me. Jocelyn is dead. Alaric is dead. Half my god damn pack is dead for following my orders. I’m like a cancer.”

He didn’t even realize tears were seeping out of his eyes until Magnus pressed a warm hand on his shoulder.

“All of those deaths, Luke, they’re not your fault. They’re Valentine’s.”

“Fine, either I am a curse or I am cursed, but either way- any time I care about someone they end up dead.”

Magnus sighed and took a sip from his own drink, “I know how it can feel sometimes. The whole world is ganging up against you, everything keeps going wrong, and there is nowhere to turn. But Luke, you’re not alone.”

“Where am I supposed to go? Everyone I used to turn to for comfort is dead,” Luke said.

The truth of the statement hit him like a jab in the gut. Jocelyn and Alaric have been his best friends for nearly two decades, and Jocelyn was the love of his life. Now he’s alone again, forced to figure out rough new terrain without his guiding lights.

“You find new comfort,” Magnus said.

Luke said nothing, tears were still pouring down his face. He hears a glass clink as Magnus sets it down on the table, and then the Warlock gathers him up into his arms for a strong hug.

Luke is surprised by just how much that breaks him, this act of tenderness and support that he hasn’t felt in weeks feels like alcohol being poured into a gaping wound. The effect may be beneficial, but it burns and throbs.

In Magnus’s arms, inexplicably, he thinks of his father who died when he was ten years old. It was the memory of him, his strong arms, and the way his eyes always used to twinkle when he said “watch out, Lukie-boy” that makes him crack.

Next thing he knows, he’s sobbing hysterically in Magnus’s arms who is rubbing his back softly whispering soothing sounds. He can feel himself hiccuping and hyperventilating, but he can’t stop, once the tears start they flow like he’s been holding them back for eighteen years.

Maybe he has.

“I just- I just-“ Luke said through stuttered breaths, “I miss her so much. I miss her all the time, she was the love of my life, and now she’s gone.”

Magnus just held him and said nothing, which gave Luke the space to keep talking. It felt like a floodgate was being released.

“She used to make this amazing chicken cacciatore, and all I can think- all I can think is that I’ll never eat it again. I’ll never get to walk into her apartment, and see Clary laughing about some silly school thing, and see the woman I love making chicken cacciatore. And it’s so stupid, I loved her, and I can’t stop thinking about a god damn chicken dish.”

Magnus kept rubbing his back when he spoke, hushed and gentle, “when the first woman I loved died, I was a mess. She was beautiful and kind, we were somewhat impoverished then, but that didn’t bother her. I spent all day working in the fields, and she would serve me bakmie when I came home like it was the world’s greatest delicacy. Bakmie is noodles, but the way she’d present it… Like she was a chef in a Dutch man’s palace. God, I couldn’t touch the stuff for nearly fifty years after she died.”

“Does it go away?”

Luke regrets the question immediately because he’s not sure he wants the answer. If Magnus says ‘yes’ then that implies that Luke will eventually move on, he’ll forget how much he loved her and the perfume she wore and how she felt in his arms. If he says “no”… Well, that comes with its own set of problems.

Magnus sighs, “progress isn’t a straight line. Not with anything, but especially not with mourning. The other day I was walking down the street, and I swear I saw her standing in the sun, and she looked exactly the same. It was just a trick of the light, but I had to lean against the wall for five minutes to remember how to breathe. But most days? Most days I keep moving, because there is so much in this life to mourn, so much pain to be felt, and you can’t feel it all at once.”

“You fell in love again,” Luke says.

Magnus nodded with a wry smile, “I did. Many, many times- sometimes they were wonderful, and sometimes they were terrible, but I carry their scars with me. If you’re asking me if you’ll forget her Luke… You may come to a stop thinking about her every day. You might realize one day that it’s been a day, a week, a month since you last remember to miss her. Eventually you might forget where her birthmarks were, what her favorite color was, if she preferred to sleep on the left or right side of the bed,” (on her back, on her stomach, behind her right knee) (cherry red) (the left), “but you’ll remember the important things. How brave she was, how she stood by you, how hard she could make you laugh. You’ll come to see her in other people.”

Luke was still curled up in Magnus’s arms and was surprisingly unwilling to leave, so he just let Magnus’s soothing voice wash over him.

“Sometimes when Alec laughs I see her, my first love. When he smirks, I get a flash of Camille, when he cries, still another love. Sometimes it feels as if they live on in my heart, influencing the choice I make- did I fall in love with Alec? Or was I lead to him, by the thousands of steps I took before? Yet, when he looks at me, when he holds me when I love him, I promise you, he’s all I see. Grief is not a straight line, there is no end goal.”

“I just… I’ve been low before, Magnus,” Luke began, his voice catching, “but I always had her. And then I had Alaric, and then I had my pack, my little family.”

“You still have a family, you have Clary—“

“Don’t get me started on Clary.” Magnus became quiet and started rubbing Luke’s back in soothing circles again as Luke began to speak, “she tasered me. In the back. She never listens to me. I don’t get it… Does she not respect me? Does she not love me? Why doesn’t she trust me?”

Magnus sighed, “Clarissa is a particularly… Strong-willed young woman. But she loves you, Luke. So very much. Try to remember she’s an eighteen-year-old girl and not listening to her father is sort of her M.O. Right now- could be worse right, she could be out drinking and having sex?”

Luke laughed, “I would much rather have that.”

They sat in silence, Luke becoming increasingly embarrassed by the amount of time he spent sobbing in the other man’s arms. Still, he can’t deny the quiet comfort it offered, a moment of safety with a person who wasn’t reliant on him for anything. Just a friend, someone to support him. He remembers the nights he spent with Alaric, working on cases late into the evening, that quiet camaraderie.

“Want to grab something to eat?” Magnus asked.

“Yeah, Chinese?”

Magnus nodded and snapped his finger, Chinese food appeared in front of them. With another snap, the television turned on to Wheel of Fortune.

They sat in silence after that, drinking more whiskey and watching hours of terrible television before they fell asleep on the couch together.

The next morning, when Luke woke up to find Magnus Bane passed out and leaning against the sofa with a box of Chinese take-out on his lap, he was filled with a quiet feeling of family. He smiled to himself slightly as he closed his eyes to get a few more hours of sleep.

[thegoldenguard]

Booty Bay, Stranglethorn Vale

Katyr hummed thoughtfully as he swirled his glass around in his hand. The amber liquid of the booze that they had been given by the 'interesting' barkeep that he had been introduced to another time. Thankfully the man and his woman had gone off to deal with other customers and things leaving the two elves to discuss their business in peace and private. "So, I'm glad you agreed since most of this is way out of my league. You know how I do things, I like simple." Katyr explained griping to Bel while sipping at the liquor. "So let's just start out with the basics I guess, Lordly type wants us to build and run a private company that deals in all manner of business a lot of it though is going to have some fighting or muscle required." Katyr explained with a sigh, scratching his cheek as he looked across the table to see how she would react to all of this.

"But having information and knowing how to use it was also made rather important so you came to mind almost immediately." He ended with, going back to nursing his drink while gauging how Bel would react.

Belindra sat across from Katyr, a glass of wine in hand. She had that air of stoic faux-nobility, legs cross, back straight, never averting her gaze from her friend. As he finished what he was saying, the raven haired woman lets out a small hum. "So, some merchant friends of your's blackmailed you into starting a mercenary company." She pauses to take a sip of her wine, her face twisting a bit from the taste. She was used to... finer wine rather than the kind served at Booty Bay. "I mean, we -could- go the alternate route and have me take care of them for you, but then you'd just be indebted to me and we'd be back to square one." Once more, she pauses, shifting her legs. "You know, I've actually been looking into getting into more... legitmate business."

"I mean, you could most certainly try that route but they've taken on big fish before and these guys don't mess around. Tyrael might be easy on his own but he's got that dog of war in his corner at all times and he's the one you don't want to fuck with." Katyr shook his head, as he sat back as well. He laughed  a bit at Bel's simple sort of outlook on the situation. "And its only legitimate because the gold comes from someone who can pay to make things legit. I think we'll find our fair share of illegal activities happening. That's why I came to you after all."

Katyr winked, grinning around his drink before scratching at his stubbled cheek. The oddity among his kind wearing facial hair and even sporting hair on his arms and coming from under his shirt he was wearing.

"You say that like I haven't handled bigger threats before." Bel says, chuckling as she takes a sip of wine. "If only my missions weren't classified, I could tell you stories, my friend. Oooooh so many stories. But, yes, I do think what you're proposing is an interesting idea. One I can certainly throw my weight behind, if only to procure more contacts for my own business. Why, we could even use the Smashed Cauldron as our base. Light knows I could use some somewhat positive business there. Or even procure an outpost here, after all, Booty Bay is quite possibly the easiest city to bribe in all of Azeroth..."

Katyr hummed quietly as he shrugged a bit, "We could, but we also have the Firehawk Estate as our base of operations as well. I think we should split some of what we do so we can multi-task getting things up and running. Know anyone who might want to help us with some of this... Paperwork?" Katyr muttered with a sigh as he thought about all of that before considering the other thign she said. "As for Booty Bay, we have a base here more or less as well. Though that depends on how you feel about humans." Katyr asked with a raised eyebrow as he eyed the barkeep, who had gone back to the bar and was smoking his pipe while talking to a customer.

"Humans are as useful as any race. -That's- what I care about. As for paperwork... NO one comes to mind. I have my own book keepers, but I'd prefer not using them lest they become distracted and miss something. And as much as this venture may be fun, it won't eat into my own business." She smirked as she took a sip of wine. "I see nothing wrong with decentralization, though. Divide and conquer and all that military jargon."

Katyr snorted as he shook his head, "You're a real piece of work sometimes." He stated before sighing a bit as he tried to conjure up some names for someone who was good at those things before shrugging. "Well then if that's the case, this tavern the Legion's End is owned by a human, or a group of them its hard to say honestly, and he's a smuggler of good skill enough to get jobs from the Cartel and keep this place running. So we have that going for us. Alongside the Firehawk place and then yours the only real thing left is... People." Katyr gave her a deadpan expression before trying a usual quip for him.

"Maybe if you spread your legs for everyone we can recruit people quickly before they realize what happened!"

Bel makes a quick gesture with her hand. As she did a small knife whizzed past Katyr's head, embeding itself in the booth behind him. "You say that like I'm a common street whore. You're well aware of my preferences and proclivities. Regardless, I can handle people, it's my area of expertise. IN fact, I already know a few I could recruit. As long as you're alright with one of them being a confirmed rapist and the other... Well, let's say the other one is rather... scaley at times." October 23, 2017

"You know how I am about the dark side of the world. It exists and I'll beat anyone up who tries nonsense in my presence, as will a lot of folk. But I won't turn away able-bodied individuals especially those with talent." Katyr hadn't really reacted at the knife, knowing Bel to be the type to bluster a bit from their time as friends. "And yes I'm well aware, learn to take a joke friend! Gosh, years you've known me and yet you still can't handle me making loose sexual jokes." Katyr sighed unhappily before pointing at the barkeep.

"He's named Silver, he's the owner and the smuggler. There are others who I can contact and ask about helping. But he's going to be a good guy to have helping us if we use this place as a point of reference and pick up. We can then also use your place in Silvermoon and then the Firehawk Estate since its a small port of its own these days."

"And you know me well enough to know that's a bit of sore issue. Most of my rivals will seek any possible excuse to discredit me and -that's- what they usually settle on first." She pauses before bringing her glass to lips and finishing off the glass. "I'll talk to them, see if I can have the one keep it in her pants. And I'm well aware of who Silver is. We've had dealings in the past. Wasn't ever face to face, though. Mostly proxies. You know how the business is run."

Katyr shrugged only knowing about such things because he talked to people of that caliber. He himself wasn't the type to partake of many of these underworld dealings himself he just was a well experienced traveler. "Yes yes. You need to grow a stronger pair you know, if you want to get any bigger." He teased with a wink before relaxing and shrugging at her, his ears tilting towards the sudden sound of laughter before relaxing again.

"I guess now we just need to go and get these folk together and start gathering them all. Should we set a meeting date again later?"

Belindra shrugged. "It's less that I'm offended by it and more pissed because the simpletons can't think up anything better than 'That woman likes -other- women! How weird!'. It's quite tiresome." She shifts in her seat, finally uncrossing her legs. "I suppose we should. I'll let you know when I've procured my recurits. Though, that does leave one question: What is the name of this venture? After all, without an evocative name, we're dead in the water." October 25, 2017

"Name I've gotten squared away along with a lot of the entry details I guess. Well many of them were given to me this way." Katyr chuckled as he shook his head, "Let's not complain too much we are getting paid quite a hefty sum. Speaking of..." Katyr sighed and waved over at the bar at which point the man there came over. He brought with him a large sack of gold which he set in front of Belindra while sitting at the table between the two. "Afternoon. Silver, nice to meet ya both. Gonna be helpin'  I heard. But also gonna be a lot of the money guy."

Katyr sighed again and Silver winked. "I'm good at movin' gold so that's why I get to do it. Anyway here's your early salaray bonus. Think of it as an incentive I guess." Silver told Belindra with a grin.

As the bag of gold hit the table, Belindras hand immediately dug into grabbing a few coins from the bottom, pulling them up and inspecting them throughly with a keen eye for forgery. Content with the fact they were legitimate, the woman looks up at Silver and finally replies: "Pleasure finally doing business face to face, Silver." She pockets the coins as she turns back to to Katyr, "You have the name ready but aren't telling me? This bodes well..." she says, rolling a coin over her knuckles.

"Nah his little pea brain is dealin' with me showing up like this." Silver chuckled as he shrugged winking at Katyr before lounging back in his chair while the male elf groaned to himself and banging his head on the table before picking his head back up.

"God you're a piece of shit, Silver. Anyway no the name is Goldenguard Company but as Silver said had nothing to do with that and more to do with him being a noisy asshole." Katyr grinned at Bel to see how she'd feel about that.

"Noisy eh? You can be just as noisy where's lover boy, Alaric eh? You'd be trying to get in his pants like nobody's business." October 26, 2017

"Goldenguard Company," Belindra repeats, still flipping the coin over knuckles. "Goldenguard Company... I like it. Has an offical ring to it. Definately a good name that gives legitimacy. Much better than some of them names I heard proposed fro such groups. Gods, the amount of Orcish Merc groups that contain some combination of Blood, Axe, Scream, and Clan is downright -embarrasing..."

"I hear you on that," Katyr remarked, shrugging off Silver's antics as he considered her statement. "Take your time on picking up some folk and I'll work on putting together a quick set of jobs for them and such. Sound like a plan then I guess?" Katyr asked with a tilt of his head all but ignoring Silver who seemed fine with being ignored, at least right now. He was enjoying watching the two elves try and figure out what they were going to do about this deal they were being handed by his name-sake up north. The smuggler found this situation far too amusing to pass up not watching.

The rogueish woman opts to change her minor fidging, instead idly flipping the coin into the air instead of rolling it. "Sounds good to me. Like I said, I already have a few recruits in mind so the sooner I talk them into a truce and you pull together some jobs, the better. That said, I'm looking forward to working with the both of you." She states as she extends both hands toward Silver and Katyr. Curiously, the coin she had been flipping not a second ago is nowhere to be seen. Sneaky.

Both men turned their eyes to each other and snorted as Silver began to laugh after it. "Aye, it'll be fun workin' with you as well! Just don't let the fellas in Eversong give you too much trouble. They are the real roughnecks." Silver told Bel with a wink as he pushed off from the table to get back to work at the tavern. He was still the barkeep today and that meant he had work to do. Katyr for his part just sighed as he cracked his neck. "Well I'm off back to Kalimdor for a bit then I'll be back in Eversong. I'll come find you then?"

"You say that I don't deal with them multiple times per day as is!" Belindra says to Silver as he begins walking away. With that she turns back to Katyr, "I shall meet you there, partner." She simply says before her gaze returns to that sack of gold. "So, we splitting this or...?"

"No, that is your wage. Mine is just as much. Everyone basically gets paid about the same. Our bosses are rich, I told you they were nuts." He told Bel wondering if she would start to see what he meant by that and what they were dealing with as he got up, his hand going for his pack at the floor to shoulder it.

"No shit?" She says, gaze still locked on the bag. "This is a gold laundering scheme, isn't it?" She shrugs, taking the bag placing it in her own pack. "I suppose it doesn't matter. Gold's gold, plus, this entire thing can be used to further my own business..." In a quick blur of motion, Bel was standing, bag across her shoulder, the quick blur of motion seemed unnaturally fast. "I'll see you in Eversong here soon, then?"

"As far I have seen these guys are the furthest thing from a laundering operation. They look like they've fought more wars than some Orcs I've seen." Katyr murmured somberly and in a somewhat serious tone before shrugging. "That depends if I find a mage to help me get across the sea fast or if I'm daring enough to use a goblin or gnomish device beyond a Zepplin. So we'll see. I have a sneaking suspicion it'll be soon though." Katyr told her with a hum as he started for the door.

"And the other boss, Tyrael, he used to be a lord in Silvermoon but after the Scourge invaded he secluded himself in Eversong at his Estate and went into the merchant and real estate business. He's got really old money."

Bel didn't reply immediately, instead standing by the table and placing a few gold pieces on the table. A tip for some lucky barwench. However, as Katyr opened the door and stepped outside, Bel was leaning against the wall next to the door. "I know they types. I've bilked a -lot- of coin from them in the past." She nonchalantly says.

"Tyrael? I'm sure. The others? Maybe not. But we'll see! Anyway, I'll be catching my ride so I'll be seeing you Bel!" Katyr stated with a wave before disappearing into the crowds of the Booty Bay docks that surrounded the Legion's End tavern.

The raven haired woman watched as he slinto the crowd, disappearing. It wasn't much longer she, herself, was gone in the blink of an eye, returning home to do some prperations of her own.

[bamon4bamily]

TVD 9x04 (part 1) Enjoy! =)

Cut to – freaky old mansion library. Darius is sitting on a couch having a gin and reading what seems to be a really old book, the door opens… Matt enters.

DARIUS: Sheriff Donovan, I’ve been expecting you…

MATT: I know… (hands him an engraved wooden black box, then walks away).

 Cut to – Whitmore College, Elena’s dorm, early morning. 

Elena wakes up with a terrible hang-over. Bonnie hands her 2 aspirins and a glass of water.

BONNIE: Here, take these.

ELENA: Thank you, Bon… Listen, I’m really sorry about last night, I was way out of line… a royal bitch, really… I’m sorry.

BONNIE: Don’t sweat it, it happens sometimes… what’s important is that you figure out what you want and go for it… O.K.?

CAROLINE: And maybe stay away from shots for a while… (they laugh)

ELENA: I love you guys so much… Sure you can’t stay a bit longer?

CAROLINE: We’d love to, but we need to head back. We’ll see each other at our Halloween/reunion party, right? You better come!! And bring Sam!

ELENA: I wouldn’t miss it; and yes, I’ll bring Sam but only if you promise not to tease him the entire night!

CAROLINE: I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise.

BONNIE: Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Care… (Caroline winks, they hug and say their goodbyes).

Cut to - Salvatore mansion, later that morning. Damon comes into Stefan’s room. 

DAMON: I hate to say I told you so… but I told you so! Bitch is gone and took my car! My car, Stefan!

STEFAN: (Still snoozed, lying in bed) Wait, what? No… she wouldn’t…

DAMON: Did becoming a human, dying and resurrecting give you brain damage? I can’t believe I let you do this! I knew this was gonna happen and yet I chose to give you the benefit of the doubt… Now, zombie Kat is out there somewhere, driving my car! My car Stefan! I and only I can drive my car!!

STEFAN: (Mocking) Bonnie can drive your car…

DAMON: Shut up…

Katherine walks in with a bag of bagels.

 KATHERINE: Bagels, anyone? Got them fresh from the store… 

Oh, Damon (throws him his car keys), I hope you don’t mind, I took your car… (winks). By the way, it’s a piece of crap… 

Anyway, I’ll leave them in the kitchen, but don’t take too long; I swear, this coming back to life thing makes me so freaking hungry! (Walks out).

STEFAN: (To Damon) You were saying?... Now, please leave, I need more shut-eye.  

DAMON: (As he is walking out) Maybe not today Stefan but trust me, it will happen.

STEFAN: Shot the door on your way out! (Damon leaves it open to spite him; minutes later, Stefan hears Caroline yelling).

CAROLINE: Oh, no, are you freaking kidding me! Who the hell unleashed the stray cat!!!!!

STEFAN: (To himself) Oh, no… (gets out of bed, Caroline vamps her way into the room).

CAROLINE: Care to explain to me why the psycho bitch devil is calmly eating bagels in my kitchen?  

STEFAN: (Trying to be funny) She was hungry?

CAROLINE: Stefan! What’s going on?! Talk, now!

STEFAN: Care, I know it’s a risk, but she can help and right now we need all the hands we can get to pull this off…

CAROLINE: I know we do, but we can’t trust her! It’s too risky.

STEFAN: It’s just as risky as trusting Klaus…

CAROLINE: That’s a low blow…

STEFAN: Listen, Care, do you trust me?

CAROLINE: You know I do, so what’s your point?

STEFAN: I promise to make sure she doesn’t pull a Katherine… but we can use her help; plus, we might be surprised, maybe she is capable of changing, right the wrongs… we’ve all done some pretty horrible stuff and we found it within ourselves to be better…

CAROLINE: Well, you do make a good point. Fine, I will accept as long as you make sure she doesn’t make any trouble! I swear, I will break her neck at the first sign of deviation.

STEFAN: Deal! (They kiss).

CAROLINE: Let me talk to Bonnie before she takes care of Katherine on her own terms. Oh, and start getting ready for the memorial.

STEFAN: Sure… what about the twins, did you talk to them?

CAROLINE: We did, they can’t wait to see you. (Kisses him, then leaves).

Cut to – Damon and Bonnie talking in the living room.

 DAMON: He’s crazy, am I right?

BONNIE: He is. But I get where he’s coming from.

DAMON: Bon-Bon, this is Katherine we are talking about, the badest bitch of all!

BONNIE: I know but people can change, Damon; I mean, you did… so, there might be some hope…

DAMON: Well, can’t argue with that but I’m still not trusting her.

BONNIE: Oh, hell no; it’s one thing to be hopeful, another to be stupid.

DAMON: Anyway, how did it go with Elena, is she on board?

BONNIE: No, we had to abort mission, she’s going through an existential phase so we thought it would be best to leave her out of this one.

DAMON: But this is a huge one Bon, we can use as much help as we can get.

BONNIE: I know, but she needs a time out.

DAMON: Ok. Listen, Bon, I talked to Alaric about what we saw in that book… he thinks it has something to do with this crazy-ass cult called The Liberatus, Radka is helping him decipher an ancient scripture that might just hold the key to what we are looking for…

BONNIE: The Liberatus? I’ve heard that name before… or read it somewhere? Yes… I think I saw something about them in one of the Bennion’s grimoires… not sure.

DAMON: You probably did, Bon. The source… the link…  the Bennion coven… this freak cult… Darius… you… it’s all connected, we just need to figure out how…

BONNIE: Maybe Klaus’s house guest can tell us more?

DAMON: I’m sure she can… Batman & Robin team-up?

BONNIE: (Gives him a smirk) Oh, for sure!…

(After they finish their drink, she gets up) Well, come on Robin, let’s go fight some crime (mocking him).

DAMON: Robin? Oh, no, no, no…

I’m Batman! I’m Batman, Bon! Bats are associated with vampires and pretty birds with witches…

BONNIE: Pretty birds with witches, really? Ah…no. I’m Batman, and I get to drive the “batmobile”, so… (signals him to give her the car keys)

DAMON: (Rolls his eyes with resignation, give her his keys) Fine, but I get dibs on the music!

BONNIE: (Mocking) I’m pretty sure they don’t play Boyz II Men on the radio anymore…

DAMON: That was Stefan’s!

BONNIE: (Still mocking) Yeah, sure… (laughs, they leave).

Cut to - Matt and Khuyana’s house. Ty and Khuyana are talking in the kitchen, Matt walks in.

 KHUYANA: Hey, sleepy head. Didn’t hear you come in last night. Want some breakfast? More like late lunch…

MATT: Sorry, I got home really late, the Mayor needed my help with some things.

TYLER: I see exploitation is still a thing…

MATT: You know it. Listen, I have to go to the office, probably gonna be an all-nighter again. You two heading to the memorial?

KHUYANA: We are, aren’t you coming?

MATT: Sorry, I can’t, please tell Caroline and Radka I’m sorry…

KHUYANA: But you were the one that arranged everything… don’t you think it’s important you attend?

MATT: I do, but I really can’t (kisses her). I’m sorry, the Mayor needs me… and I need to pay the bills, you know?

KHUYANA: Fine, but they won’t be happy… and, we are supposed to team back afterward, grand plan and all, remember?

MATT: I do, please don’t make me feel worse than I already do… I’m working on my part of the plan, trust me.

TYLER: Sorry to change the subject, but you guys really don’t mind me staying here?

MATT: Ty, are you insane?! This is your house! If anything, we are the ones that should be looking for another place.

TYLER: No, this is now your house, I left it to you, Matt. I’ll find something else.

KHUYANA: Nonsense! You are staying here with us! This house is huge.

MATT: Yes Ty, you ain't going anywhere… this is our house.

TYLER: O.K., but if it gets awkward, let me know…

KHUYANA:  It won’t.

MATT: Great, so it’s settled then. I need to head out (kisses Khuyana, bro hugs Ty).

Cut to – Mikaelson mansion, Bonnie and Damon ring the doorbell, Klaus opens.

 KLAUS: I thought we were meeting later today, after the memorial? Did I miss something?

BONNIE: We need to talk to Danae, Aelish, or whatever her name is…

KLAUS: I’m afraid that won’t be possible, she is feeling under the weather.

DAMON: We really don’t care how she feels, get her, now.

KLAUS: Do you think just because you are some sort of vamperstain I feel threatened by you? (Lashes out at him) Know who you are talking to, Damon.

BONNIE: I suggest you do the same… (Displays her powers, brings him to the ground)

KLAUS: Bonnie… stop!

BONNIE: Get her down here, right now! (Attacks harder).

KLAUS: Stop! Bonnie… you’re killing me! She stops).

BONNIE: If I wanted you dead, you would be.

KLAUS: (As he recovers) Careful Bonnie, remember what we talked about… You seemed to have enjoyed that a bit too much… I will go get her.

DAMON: Bon, you O.K.? Gotta say that was pretty scary…

BONNIE: To be honest, I have no idea where that came from (looking concerned) … worst part is, I did enjoy it… feeling all that power… Damon, I’m worried…

DAMON: We’ll figure this out, Bon, I promise. Whatever is happening to you, we’ll find a way, we always do.

BONNIE: I really hope so cause I’m beginning to think Klaus maybe right… what if I can’t control it?

DAMON: You are much stronger than he thinks, you can do this, Bon. And, whatever happens, I’ll be with you every step of the way... I’m the Robin to your Batman, remember?... We got this. (Hugs her).

KLAUS: Oh, lovely (mocking); I figured you had better taste, Bonnie. A woman like you deserves a real man, not a child… Anyway, you may come in now, she is waiting in the living room… (Damon and Bonnie walk in).

DANAE: (To Bonnie) So, you are the precious “link”, I presume? You have no idea how long they have been searching for you… God damn the day you came into existence…

DAMON: Hey!

BONNIE: Listen, I’m just trying to figure out what all of this means…  I didn’t ask for any of it.

DANAE: Guess that’s true… I’m sorry, I just never thought this moment would actually come… that they would get away with it.

BONNIE: Who is, they?

DANAE: The Liberatus…

DAMON: So, they are real…

DANAE: Very much so; have been around for thousands of years. Generation after generation, they have been the puppet masters behind every single power structure, and responsible for the most heinous crimes humanity has ever seen. Rumor has it that Hitler was a Liberatus… they are obsessed with “cleansing” the world.

BONNIE: How come nobody knows about them?

DANAE: They have power over everything, never get their hands dirty, always have others do the dirty work for them and leave no traces that can connect back to them; that’s how they have managed to remain incognito this whole time.

BONNIE: And how are they involved with your coven?

DANAE: My ex coven, I don’t associate with psychopaths. (With disdain) That family was one of the founding members of the Liberatus…  

DAMON: One of? Who are the others?

DANAE: I don’t know. All I know is that the Liberatus are, beyond a doubt, lords and masters of the world… Absolutely everything is a chess piece in their board.

BONNIE: How can we stop them?

DANAE: (Laughs) Oh Bonnie, is that a serious question? You can’t.

BONNIE: I have all this new power, I’m pretty sure I can.

DANAE: You do, but this is not about that kind of power… you are a weapon to them, a very dangerous one, yes, but still just a weapon, which they can arm and disarm at their will.

BONNIE: I might be struggling to control this source thing, but I will not bend to their will.

DANAE: You won’t have a choice. You see, Bonnie, as supernatural beings we think we have power over humans because we have special powers that make us stronger, but we underestimate the human mind and what it’s capable of accomplishing… There are many highly intelligent humans with better tactics and strategy than most of us. They also have power, money, and therefore, access to very sophisticated and advanced technologies. And, let’s not forget, that they can be as ruthless, if not more, than any supernatural being.

DAMON: We don’t need a sermon on us vs. them, if you actually have any useful information, spit it out.

DANAE: As I said, that is all I know… But, Bonnie, you really need to be careful, that kind of power can make anyone go mad… Oh, and one other thing… don’t block your psychic powers because of your ethics, they can be very useful if you are attempting to fight them…

BONNIE: (Sarcastically) I’ll take that under consideration, thanks. (To Damon) Well, seems like that’s all the info we are going to get, so let’s go.

DANAE: As a closing note, some insight on my dear brother; you and Darius are the only psychic witches ever to exist, and it’s no coincidence you met. Trust that the bond you share will confuse you, and when the moment comes you might not be able to deliver the final blow…

BONNIE: Oh, I’ll deliver, don’t worry about that, but, thanks for the tip.

DANAE: You may be more powerful than him, but make no mistake, he is the master of illusion, and persuasion...

BONNIE: He’ s very good, no doubt. But I’m prepared this time.

DANAE: You better be... (Damon and Bonnie leave).

KLAUS: You didn’t tell them everything…

DANAE: I told them what they needed to know.

Cut to the Mayor’s office, Matt walks in.

 EDWARD: Sheriff, I trust you delivered my package?

MATT: It’s done.

EDWARD: Excellent, believe me, it’s for the best; keep your enemies, closer and all…

MATT: I don’t understand, we know where he is, why not just take him down right now?

EDWARD: Patience Sheriff, this is like a chess game, doesn’t matter how long it takes as long as it’s checkmate.

MATT: What about the rest of them?

EDWARD: Bring one down, bring all of them down.

MATT: Listen, I have to go back to the station, I still need to go through those documents…

EDWARD: Yes, please do, and let me know if you find what we are looking for. (As Matt is walking out) Sheriff, do you like clowns?

MATT: What?

EDWARD: Clowns… do you like them?

MATT: When I was little, I guess. Why?

EDWARD: Just curious... (Matt leaves).

 Cut to – Salvatore school, student’s memorial. The twins see Stefan and run to hug him.

 LIZ & JOSIE: Uncle Stefan!!!!

STEFAN: Girls!! I’m so happy to see you!!!

LIZZY: I can’t believe you are alive! Are you alive? (pinches him to make sure).

STEFAN: Ouch! (Laughs) Yes, yes, I am.

JOSIE: Please don’t leave us again!

STEFAN: I won’t, I promise. (they keep hugging).

KLAUS: Ah, isn’t this sweet? (To the girls) Hello ladies, delighted to see you.

LIZ & JOSIE: Uncle Klaus! (They hug him).

STEFAN: (To himself) Uncle Klaus?

KLAUS: What have my favorite twins been up to?

JOSIE: Learning some really cool magic stuff from Aunt Bonnie!

KLAUS: I’m glad, she is one, if not the best, so pay attention.

JOSIE: We always do.

KLAUS: Good for you.

LIZZY: Josie, come, let’s go get dad! (They leave).

STEFAN: Klaus, what are you doing here? We are supposed to be meeting later.

KLAUS: I came to pay my respects.

STEFAN: You didn’t even know them.

KLAUS: Well, neither did you… but this is important to Caroline so, here I am. (Caroline approaches them).

CAROLINE: Klaus, you came… Thank you.

KLAUS: Of course I did, you ask, I come… Plus, I would not miss an opportunity to see you in a black dress, love. (Stefan rolls his eyes).

CAROLINE: Come on you two, it’s about to start. Where the heck is Bonnie and Damon? They were supposed to be here over an hour ago!

KLAUS: They are not here yet? They left my house more than an hour ago…

STEFAN: They were at your house? Why?

KLAUS: Wanted, or rather demanded, to talk to my friend Danae.

CAROLINE: And? What happened?

KLAUS: Nothing, they talked, they left.

CAROLINE: (Calls Bonnie’s cell) Come on Bonnie, pick up (Damon and Bonnie arrive) Nevermind… (hangs up). Bonnie! Where were you?!

BONNIE: Sorry we’re late… we’ll talk later, O.K.?

CAROLINE: (Looks at Damon and Bonnie suspiciously) Oh, you bet we will! Everyone take a seat; the ceremony is about to start.

 The memorial is held, filled with kind words, tears and laughter.

 Cut to – Police Station, Matt in his office looking at some documents, a Police Officer knocks on his door.

 POLICE OFFICER: Sheriff, something came for you, can I come in?

MATT: Yes, come in. (Police Officer comes in).

POLICE OFFICER: Here (hands him an envelope).

MATT: Who sent this?

POLICE OFFICER: I don’t know, got delivered by mail. There is no name or forwarding address… (Matt takes the envelope).

MATT: Thank you Officer (the Officer leaves. Matt opens the envelope, it has an antique key engraved with the letter L and a hand-written scripted note with a date - October 31st, a time - 24:00 and some coordinates).

TO BE CONTINUED...

TVD 9x04 (part 2) coming soon! Hope you stop by, read and enjoy! =)

[zalrb]

TVD = The It Doesn’t Make SENSE Diaries {1x13 Review}

Welcome to the 13th review of season 1! As per usual, here are the guidelines: Considering that I haven’t sat down to watch a full episode of the past seasons of TVD in a few years and my memory might not be the greatest I will start with my usual disclaimer:  I write my thoughts in real time so if I make a mistake at the beginning of this post, it will be corrected by the end. There will be anti-Damon and anti-Delena senitments and I feel the need to say there may be some anti-Jenna sentiments too. I will probably bring up other shows and call attention to misogynoir, racism and anti-blackness. OK. Ready? Let’s go.

1. Opening scene of Damon helping Katherine murder two people and yeah Human Damon is a lot meeker but that doesn’t mean that this grown ass 20-something year old man was “done in” by Katherine, he knew exactly what he was doing and doesn’t actually seem to struggle with her killing two people, he just seems mildly uncomfortable and then he kisses her with their blood on her lips, the fact that he has a “Aw gee” meek demeanour doesn’t make him any less of an an accessory to murder, guys.

2. Elena and Stefan cuddling as they wake up! So cute! The way she smiles when she wakes up in his arms and how he kisses her, omg.

3. I also just realized that the door is still open when Elena brings Stefan back into bed so like not only does she not give a shit if Damon hears them fucking, she doesn’t care if he happens to pass by either. But seriously, how can anyone say they didn’t have amazing sex, she’s like um excuse me, half-naked God of a man in my bed, I’m not done.

4. Seriously, Giuseppe doesn’t realize that his two sons are sleeping with the same woman in one house? HOW?

5. Also, legit Damon would’ve been married with kids by now. Stefan wouldn’t be too far off either, it would actually be interesting if they were at least promised to two other women and then Katherine came. Like if Katherine convinced Damon to destroy his life, leave his kids, leave his wife so they can run away for an eternity together and then went oh btw, your brother is coming with us and then set the series of events in motion in which the town was at war with itself and Damon spent over a century waiting for her and feeling the guilt of having abandoned his wife and children for her but holding on to the idea that this woman he did all these things for will finally reunite with him only for her to be gone? Then that would be way more interesting and have way more emotional stakes than what we have now.

6. Yep, let’s just brush over the fact that Emily is enslaved. Pearl also would not be so easily accepted.

7. No seriously, how OLD is Anna? When did she turn?

8. And I never got why Pearl wouldn’t just leave Katherine behind. Like yo if they have vervain in elixirs and they’re trying to find vampires, I’m about to LEAVE.

9. “You were sad, Ben, you lacked purpose, you needed me.” I don’t understand this idea of vampirism = purpose because the show doesn’t expand on that. As a vampire your emotions are heightened so if Ben was sad as a human, would he not just spiral into despair as a vampire? And also his “purpose” is to help Anna for her own agenda, how would Ben not realize that? At least in True Blood when Godric turns Eric, Eric is dying and Godric likes the fire he has because Eric was a viking and he was like do you want to be a companion of death? I will be your father, brother, son and friend. In TVD it’s just ... what?

10. “You know I really think that Damon believes that everything he’s done, every move he’s made, he’s done for love. It’s twisted but kind of sad.” HOW, ELENA? How was turning Vicki and leaving Stefan to clean up the mess done for love? How was abusing and raping Caroline done for love? And how can you speak so dispassionately about something when the people being affected are the people you’ve known since childhood? It doesn’t make SENSE. From the first season, Damon and in relation Delena is the biggest writing weakness.

11. Stefan: “There are other ways to get what you want, you don’t have to kill people” LIKE RIGHT THO? And Elena just tilts her head like, “Oh. True.” WHAT? This reminds me of a plot line in Friday Night Lights, where a man attacks Tyra and tries to rape her but she manages to fight him off but then he comes back again and tries to rape her so Landry kills him. After a while, the attacker’s brother asks to see all of his brother’s victims to apologize on behalf of him and Tyra is uncomfortable doing it so choose Landry to go in her stead and his brother is like, I’m sorry he never used to be like this ... he was the only one who took care of me, my dad ran off and my mom was too drunk to feed us and Landry is like, you know what, pretty much every person in Dillon has the exact same story and they don’t turn out to be rapists! Same THING.

12. Also, I have a question about these journals ... does every Founding Family have their own set of journals? And if they do, since they make up the council, shouldn’t they you know SHARE these journals with each other? Like why is it so singular?

13. OK, schools do get locked you know.

14. Paul commands such presence in his scenes, seriously when Alaric discovers he’s a vampire and Stefan just dashes him to the desks and tells him to sit? I would not want to cross him.

15. The woman who plays Pearl has so much more presence than Nina and she comes across as older -- because she is -- so for her to take point from Katherine is like, why? I don’t get it.

16. “I never asked for your respect.” “Good for you, Damon. Because all I have is disappointment.” Said every sane viewer ever.

17. IT MAKES NO SENSE THAT STEFAN AND DAMON WOULDN’T GROW UP LEARNNG ABOUT AND HATING VAMPIRES.

18. Also, I missed when Damon went over to Elena’s house. And him being in the kitchen cooking is like, that’s cute, Stefan did that 8 episodes before, you’re late.

19. His grin is annoying.

20. “You met Damon.” “Who do you think killed my wife.” Oh yes, ALL for love.

21.Elena feeling guilty about lying to Damon is like, remember that time he nearly killed Bonnie? Remember that time he nearly killed Caroline? Remember that time he killed Tanner? Remember that time he turned Vicki?

22. And so Jenna and Jeremy aren’t a little bit curious why a grown ass man is hanging around Elena and why he’s at their house? When Angel is in Buffy’s house, she has to lie to her mom and tell her he’s in college and that he’s her tutor and Joyce side-eyes the hell out of that so Buffy has to sneak him up to her room. If you’re making sexy eyes at the man, Jenna, then he should not be around your niece the way Damon is.

23. “Elena and I are bonded for life, I can’t imagine it any other way. She’s my sister, I mean, I’d die for her.” WHY. WHY. WHY. WHY BONNIE. Elena hasn’t done anything in these 13 episodes that would warrant such loyalty.

24. Also, Damon just told Elena that he won’t let anyone get in his way when it comes to getting Katherine back, like it was a threat, and when they find out the journal is gone and that Jeremy is the only other person who knows about it and he walks back into the house that determined and Elena is just like “Damon, leave him out of it ...” I would panic especially considering that Damon had already negatively impacted Jeremy’s life by turning Vicki.

25. Yeah, this Giuseppe is stern and a hard-ass but I didn’t get the impression he was this tyrannical, abusive father. In 1x20, Stefan does say even in our death you only feel shame so like I don’t get a sense of closeness with Giuseppe and either brother but I really do feel like they turned him into a monster in season 7 as an attempt to excuse Damon’s behaviour because we all know if you’re forced to eat your pet bunny nearly two hundred years ago you have to act out and kill people.

26. Stefan, why are you giving Elena a shovel too to dig up your father’s grave, you can vamp speed that shit.

27. Seriously. Paul’s sighs when Nina is kissing his stomach and chest, like ...

28. I forgot Bonnie actually kisses Ben.

29. WHY would you open the grimoire there? Vamp speed the dirt back into the grave and then go. HOME.

30. Oh shut UP, Damon, you’ve caused this town so much damage, Elena owes you nothing.

31. It’s also super gross that Damon sniffs Elena’s hair as he hands her back to Stefan after force-feeding her his blood.

32. It really bothers me that the show is substituting vampires for the enslaved without talking about the enslaved, like it takes some kind of privilege and entitlement to have  a show set in the South and flashing back to 1864 and NOT talking about it.

33. To be fair, Stefan didn’t tell Giuseppe that he was sleeping with a vampire, he was just like so maybe we shouldn’t kill all of them. I get that in the heat of the moment, Damon would blame Stefan but like 100 and some odd years later? Fam, let it go. Or if the point is that he can’t let it go and the older he gets the more stuck in time he becomes, that needs to be displayed more.

34. I love that forehead kiss and Stefan and Elena holding hands till the very last minute is their aesthetic.

35. Wow, Jenna being semi-active! “You know you’re not staying the night, right? Keep the door open.”

36. Pearl’s death is probably the most moving part of the episode.Much better than Damon’s man pain.

Thanks for reading!