#not to worry

[cracklewink]

Science-themed mermay day 3: Parasite (Sea Trout + Tongue-eating Louse)

Shoutout to @moose__chan on twitter/insta for helping me double check the ASL!

Bonus:

[emry-stars-art]

perhaps Kevin/Andrew #2 or Andrew&Renee #7? 🧡

Okay I KNOW this isn’t the prompt (a kiss) but Andrew ‘cat behavior’ Minyard bonking his head on people he likes. Do you see my vision

Requests are open until the end of Dec '23 💕

[miabebe]

Camp Seventeen Taglist

This is the taglist for Camp Seventeen! If you wish to be added, have changed your username or wish to be removed, please leave a comment under this post! (I am making this change as it has unfortunately been a bit inefficient dealing with requests for tags under individual chapter comments T.T)

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[adifferentsortofstrength]

I am having the hardest time not just posting cute little Elriel excerpts from Close To Her Chest.

Like… when they waltz together for the first time? Or a sneaky little pantry rendezvous? How about a good old fashioned bargain scene? Maybe an eyes and ears ambassador mission in a different Court?

I’m overflowing with ideas, it’s the getting there that’s so hard.

[doriana-gray-games]

Can we get more douchestrade

One day 👁️👄👁️

One day we will.

[morningstargirl666]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Working on the 20s Decade Dance chapters right now and god, is it getting good. I think this klaroline scene is shaping up to be one of my favourite scenes yet...

Caroline smiled, leaning into Tyler’s hold. The song playing through the gym hall had changed, slowing to a soft, melodic number. Tyler’s right hand had drifted to her waist, the other holding her own hand, the two of them gently swaying across the floor, chests brushing each other. Tyler smiled at her, leaning closer, their foreheads almost touching.

Then something changed.

Tyler tensed, his whole body going rigid as he straightened his back, eyes darting around them, looking for something he had obviously sensed was there.

A worried frown gracing her face, Caroline asked quietly, “What is it?”

Tyler didn’t answer, head turning and finally locking onto something. Caroline turned her head and followed his gaze, stilling in his arms when she saw who was standing there, several feet away amongst the crowd, silently watching them dance.

Klaus was dressed in a sharp, tailored three-piece suit that put most of the other men’s outfits to shame. Caroline could just make out his pale blue chequered tie had a silver pin attached to it, no doubt as expensive as the rest of the ensemble, a golden silk handkerchief tucked into the front pocket of the jacket. A silver chain — attached to an authentic, 1920s pocket watch no doubt — could be just glimpsed behind the fabric of his jacket, disappearing into his vest pocket. His hair looked different from the last time she’d seen it too, combed and gelled back, taming the unruly dirty blond curls into submission.

His expression though — the sight made Caroline’s blood run cold. She’d seen a lot of emotions cross his face lately. She remembered clearly the ones that had scared her, the anger and fear that flooded his face when Kol had been daggered — the unbridled fury when Sam had attacked her. But this was nothing like that. His eyes were fixed on Tyler with an unwavering intensity that left her feeling an inexplicable amount of dread, his gaze flickering to where Tyler’s hand rested on her hip every few seconds. She couldn’t identify the emotion on his face this time. She couldn’t read him at all.

Then he stepped forward, approaching them slowly, moving with a predator-like grace. As ageless as their kind were, it was easy to forget what he was. He was powerful and he was violent, with more strength in his pinky finger than Caroline had in her entire body. But she had never thought he looked particularly intimidating — he wasn’t as tall as Damon or Elijah, his build thinner, more lithe. The youth still clinging to his face was equally deceiving and his stride was always so confident, so casual, she often forgot how old he really was. But as he walked towards them now — steps silent, body still, almost gliding across the floor — she finally saw the distinct otherness that clung to him like a shadow. The movement was a little too perfect, a little too practised. And the way his gaze stayed fixed on Tyler, steadfast in its resolution, calm and quiet in a way a vampire never was, often driven feral by bloodlust…

…Well.

It was almost… wolf-like.

“Where you been, mate?” he asked in greeting, a dangerous edge to his casual tone.

Caroline glanced back at Tyler, resting her gloved hands on his shoulder, offering her support. Tyler, to his credit, remained calm, even though her own heart hammered inside her chest.

“I just got back in town.”

Klaus’ eyes darkened, settling on Tyler and remaining there like a death sentence. “That’s funny. I don’t recall giving you permission to leave in the first place.”

Caroline felt Tyler’s grip tighten on her waist but he didn’t reply, standing his ground. Klaus stared at him for several more tense seconds before his expression loosened, lips curling into a friendly smile.

“You don’t mind if I cut in, do you?” he asked, taking another step forward so he was practically an arm’s length away from Caroline.

She gritted her teeth in response, turning out of Tyler’s arms and facing him head on. “Yes, actually, we do.”

For the first time, Klaus met her eyes. Whatever unidentifiable emotion that had flooded his eyes at the sight of Tyler dissipated the second their gazes locked, something relaxing in his stance. Then the moment was lost as his gaze shifted, turning on Tyler as he tilted his gaze down, a ghost of a smirk settling there.

The implied order was clear.

Tyler’s grip on her waist tightened again, enough that she tensed, before he finally let go, removing his hand entirely.

“No,” he said, causing Caroline to glance over at him in confusion. He gave a reassuring nod, before turning his gaze back to Klaus, stepping back. “It’s fine.”

Caroline felt anger flare in her heart, hating the way Klaus smiled upon hearing Tyler’s words. 

She whirled on him to glare at his smug face, every line of her braced for a fight. “Why do you always have to prove you’re the alpha male?”

Klaus frowned at her, appearing highly offended. “I don’t have to prove anything, love, I am the alpha male.”

Caroline scoffed, shaking her head at his audacity. Klaus wasn’t deterred.

“Come on, one dance.” He offered her his hand, flashing a dimpled smile. “I won’t bite.”

Caroline’s eyes narrowed. Unwanted, her mind wandered to what Sam had told her about what blood sharing between vampires truly meant, and she realised Tyler would have no idea how much his statement was more flirt than threat.

She turned her head, looking back at her boyfriend. Tyler kept his gaze forward, refusing to look at her, playing the part of the obedient, sire-bonded hybrid perfectly even while his entire body stood stiffly with fury. Her heart sank and when she looked back at Klaus, he was still waiting for her hand. Reluctantly, she stepped forward, settling her fingers in his. She planned to keep her gaze averted, to refuse to look at him out of spite, but one accidental glance was all it took, their eyes meeting just for a moment, and Klaus smiled. It wasn’t the smirk he’d given Tyler, or the slightly sharp smile he’d used to invite her to dance — it was a real smile. A genuine one. The same smile he’d thrown at her when she’d called him disgustingly charming on that bench in the town square, or when they’d stood and talked in his studio about travelling the world, laughing at his cheesy lines.

It didn’t fit into her black and white view of him, didn’t fit with the man that had just silently ordered her boyfriend to back off and be a good, little hybrid. Caroline immediately looked away, following him without protest as he led her backwards to dance. When he stopped, his other hand settling respectfully on her waist, the warmth of it burning through her dress, she tried to relax in his arms, afraid he’d comment on how tense she was. He didn’t, thankfully. But out of the corner of her eye, she noticed his smile falter, his touch loosening, becoming softer, allowing her to move away if she wanted to. 

“You would have loved the 1920s Caroline,” he began, breaking the silence between them when they had slowly begun to sway to the music. His voice was tentative at first, as if hoping to coax her out of the fortress she’d secluded herself within, before it grew more confident, evidently deciding to power on through. He leaned forward, breath ghosting her ear too close to be proper. “Girls were reckless, sexy, fun. They literally used to dance until they dropped.”

He spun her, chuckling at some memory he must be lost in, and Caroline kept her eyes fixed on a spot over his shoulder, refusing to look at him as she valiantly ignored how that accent did something to her. 

“Don’t suppose that ever happened to their dance partners,” she muttered dryly.

This time, his smile didn’t just falter, but completely fell. Not in a dark, foreboding way, like when one his masks dropped, revealing the beast underneath. More in a I-thought-that-would-work way, because of course he did. God forbid Klaus Mikaelson not get what he wanted. Yeah, nice try buster, but you’re not as charming as you think you are. 

He frowned, eyeing her as they swayed to the music. “Have I done something to upset you lately? You weren’t nearly as cross with me the last time we talked.”

She shot him a glare. “The last time we talked, your hybrid tried to kill me.”

His lips quirked up into that crooked smirk again and he leaned in closer, lowering his voice next to her ear as he tilted his head at her. “I think you and I have very different recollections of the last time we talked, sweetheart.”

Anxiously, Caroline’s gaze flickered over his shoulder, landing on Tyler still standing several feet away. His fists had clenched upon hearing Klaus’ words, eyes fixed dangerously on his sire. She swallowed. When her gaze returned to Klaus, he was grinning at her, his back to Tyler but no doubt entirely aware of the holes being burned into his head. 

Anger, hot and blinding, flared in her chest and her fingers tightened around his hand in warning, her nails digging into his shoulder without even meaning to.

“Oh, really?” she said dryly, all her rage simmering under layers of eloquently delivered sass. “How would you remember it then?”

She’d intended the question to reveal the truth of the encounter — that dangerous temper of his that came out when Kol was daggered; the fear she’d felt as Sam turned on her, fangs and claws bared. But as soon as she opened her mouth, the spark in his eye made her realise she’d made a grave mistake.

“I remember you looked beautiful in the moonlight, so much so that I was struck by the urge to paint you right then and there, in the middle of the town square,” he said, so earnestly. Her eyes caught his and she froze, barely even aware they were still moving, gently swaying and turning in each other’s arms. “I remember how your pretty words were revealed to be little more than lies, a cunning act to distract me from your friends' foolish acts against my family,” he continued, a harsher bite to his words. He leaned in even closer, so their faces were barely inches apart and her heart hammered inside her chest, catching the dangerous glint in his eye as they flashed with fury. Then it was gone, as quickly as it appeared, his shoulders slumping with defeat. “And most of all, I remember saving your life despite every sense of logic dictating I should have left you to your fate.”

Caroline’s voice was hoarse when she finally spoke. Guilt tore uneasily at her insides. “Rebekah was going to kill Elena.”

“You should have told me that then.”

She scoffed, the sound full of derision, leaning away from him and breaking the spell that had left her paralysed. “Like you would have saved her.”

“I would have. If you had been the one to ask.” 

His words, so very earnest and so very honest, caught her off guard all over again and she couldn’t help but stare, unable to say anything else. The worst thing was, she believed him.

God, she believed him.

[thekenobee]

Has Simcoe poisoned the horse??

Hewlett = Simcoe's favourite violin

He did and we hate him for it 😭😭

[gf-boyfriend]

I work at a florist's where customers will sometimes bring buckets from home to put flowers in and today one of the customers accidentally got a stowaway in one of the buckets

[daily-axolati]

day 122!

candle!

[il-predestinato]

Happy "Santander for me terrible bank" Day!

[miabebe]

You guys ❤️ I'm so thankful to all of you who've been so supportive of the Camp Seventeen series so far, it has been a roller coaster ride! I will individually get back to each of you who left your thoughts soon and those of you who are yet to read, I hope you enjoy and leave your opinions as well 😊

I think chapter 2 ended on a decent cliffhanger and I would like to let it marinate for a bit hehe Meanwhile, I'll be going back to the Reverse Trope series for the 3rd installment which I'm super hyped for - any guesses who 👀

[naniskys]

NANI WOULD NOT SURVIVE SKY KISSING HIM HE WOULDN'T.

FACTS, the way he's blushing giggling kicking his feet at things already (recently the crew's comments about bts of the samsung ad LMAO), atp it's not even a matter of whether we'd survive a skynani bl, but whether nani would survive 😩😩

[officialunionhr]

Good evening

I am here to shed light on the situation that my dearest is... becoming quite angry over.

Many months back, someone in our circles contacted the Albatross about a raiding operation members of his house were partaking in. I believe it was on the 12th of February that coordinates were sent via a decommissioned satellite array, and you responded as well.

I am acquainted with your department, and do not think you are one to be involved in needless disputes. Thus I assume there was more to the situation that my partner is unaware of.

I understand he can come off as... well, you've heard, but his rage comes from fear that peace between our houses (and therefore our ability to see each other) is under threat. In addition, his current state lends itself well to increased irritability. Perhaps when he recovers fully you can see his true, kind, self.

Thank you for your patience.

//ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION // I would tell him about the true nature of the raids, as I know he would respond favourably then... but I fear I will be overheard by those who do not approve. // END TRANSMISSION //

Hello!

Thank you for the timeframe, it helped me find my logs of the event you and your partner are speaking about.

To clarify, the raiding action Albatross was informed about was this aformentioned Karrakin house engaging in raid on a diasporan world with the intent of capturing and kidnapping various member's of the civillian populace, for transport to karrakin worlds in the efforts of bolstering the supplies of slave labour.

As i have already responded to your partner's latest message i would request you share this information with him as well, so that we can clear the air. I would also like to apologize for any bad taste's i may have left in our interactions, I'm ex military and my family only barely escaped from a house Ludra mining world, so i have very little love in my heart for the Karrakin noble houses and take satisfaction in seeing their efforts to trample the rights of other's undone.

This being said i do encourage your partner to perhaps invest more heavily into breathing exercises in the future, they did remarkabley well in calming me down back when i still had organic lungs.

Signed: [REDACTED]

[jestersfortune]

i see my performances have not been to his majesty's pleasure.

[bringbackbunnymaloney]

Looks like things are getting SPICY again! 🔥

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