#> daisy lore au

[dreamsclock]

DAISY LORE — the in-between ending (alt end)

this isn’t canon to the daisy lore timeline — you guys successfully ruled that out !! i couldnt stop thinking about an au where this happened though, so,,, have this :’) warnings for child death, emotional distress, blood, injury, dying, hurt no comfort, etc

“D— Dad.”

George’s heart stops. The figure on the ground is Daisy, and she’s small and broken and bleeding out, and it’s James standing beside her numbly, recognition finally filling those eerie gray eyes of his. The In-Between has what it has come for. It doesn’t need a host any longer.

It’s done exactly what it’s intended to do for a long, long time.

He doesn’t know when he drops to his knees. He hits the ground with a sickening thump, tries to gather his baby girl in his arms. Dream is nowhere to be seen. James is staggering back, stammering in horror.

“I— I,” the boy gulps, terrified, “I didn’t— I didn’t know. I didn’t see.”

George doesn’t tell him to leave. James runs anyway. He doesn’t watch the kid go; his eyes are focused on Daisy’s teastreaked face, on desperately mapping out every inch of his daughter’s fearful expression as she bleeds in his arms.

“I’m here,” he tries to say, but the words stick in his throat, come out strained, like he’s the one who’s been stabbed— God, he wishes, more than anything, he wishes that was true, “I’m here now.”

Daisy’s sobs are exhausted and scared. “Dad,” she whispers, clutching at him, “I don’t— I don’t want to die again. I don’t want to die.”

George’s world tears itself in half. For the first time in years, he shuts his eyes, and prays for XD. A miracle. For time to stop.

But XD is long gone. Miracles don’t exist on this server. And Time is the cause of his agony; with every second, Daisy’s blood stains more of his hands and chest, and his daughter fades, a little more, life slipping from her like smoke.

George has not lost a life on this server since Daisy had been born. He remembers it, remembers the feeling of a sword slicing at his stomach — knows, sickly, he’d go through that one thousand times again to leave this moment.

(He knows lots of things, as a parent. Like how he knows Daisy’s favorite toy is her fluffy mushroom Karl got her when she turned five, or like how he knows she likes baking cookies small because she likes to see how they look on her special pink plate. These aren’t things he’s learned: he knows them instinctively — a perk of being a parent, maybe.)

(When he whispers to her in that moment, on the ground over Pandora’s Vault’s remains, George knows when his baby has died before her heart stops.)

(He doesn’t cry — can’t cry — but the sky opens up above him, howling and shrieking in grief — and he stares up into it, and knows Dream can sense it too.)

(Daisy Lore takes her last terrified breath on a battlefield, and the world sobs for her.)

#> daisy lore au #> sparrow’s writing !! #tw child death #tw hurt no comfort

[fireyartccoon]

ok so I might’ve forgotten to get something ready for Wednesday BUT-

you can have Nine and Chaos Sonic from my Sonic Prime AU being siblings instead

#wsatw #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #i guess in my case it’s wholesome chaos sonic and Nine wednesday #Oopsie daisy #chaos sonic #miles nine prower #sonic au #sonic prime #sonic prime au #Just regular ‘stacking random stuff on your sleep deprived brother’s head’ activities #Nine is very much going to lock him out of his room for the next few weeks #But that ain’t gonna stop the beepo #Oh boy this AU has been in the works for way too long so idk where to even get started on the lore #Maybe I’ll try to do an ask blog #Maybe I’ll fail miserably #I’m sure I’ll be fine #Have a lovely Wednesday y’all #also #prismatic parallel AU #<- what I plan on naming this AU #Unsure if it’s already an existing thing but oh well #time to disappear for a prolonged period of time again

[asingleietsist]

Prince Khufo, technically the emporer of Sarasaland for my "A Green Queen" AU

He's 19 and has taken over leadership for his late father, King Totomesu. His mother is unknown.

He's well known by the other leaders as a roundabout Prince who doesn't take his role seriously.

His first act as the official Prince was to invite all leaders and his new citizens to a party at the palace each month, despite being heavily advised to fix the large tax gap disputes between neighboring kingdoms. Oh how fun...

His palace is also understaffed due to his temper and the growing pains of dealing with the constant partying. They've either quit or were imprisoned for complaining.

Bowser had reached out to him in efforts to get [redacted] as well as help Darkland citizens move into different kingdoms smoothly. He was also promised a small plot of a kingdom for crops and a medical facility.

(The prejudice and racism in the Mushroom Kingdom has been at an all time high because of Bowser's recent "kidnapping". Previous Dark lands residents have moved to Sarasaland due to the recent alliances and leniency)

If you asked him about how he felt about his father passing, he'd say it was unfortunate, but he lived a wonderful and prosperous life.

His thoughts on Princess Daisy's whereabouts are unknown.

#super mario bros #a green queen au #mario oc #super mario land #sarasaland #super mario sarasaland #king totomesu #smbs #super mario #nintendo fan art #bowser #luigi #daisy sarasaland #oc lore #lore

[daisy-sage]

You guys remember the 1993 Mario movie? Well I may or may not make a AU loosely based off it with because

✨Daisy Lore👀✨

#mario #princess daisy #daisy #mario movie daisy #mario movie 1993 #nintendo lore??? #Nintendo #daisy of Sarasaland #Sarasaland #mario au #bowser #king bowser #king koopa

[missstarr]

Fun yet useless facts about my au-Here’s is some lgbt stuff for Sodor’s main diesel driver’s

Diesel-Homosexual

Daisy-Bisexual

BoCo-Transmale & Pansexual

Mavis-Transfemale

I’ll do other character’s soon.

#ttte #thomas and friends #ttte humanized #ttte au #au lore #ttte au lore #ttte diesel #devious diesel #ttte daisy #daisy the diesel railcar #ttte boco #ttte mavis #mavis the quarry diesel #lgbt #💫📝

[latibvles]

right so remember that time i said I may very well be in my spreadsheet era due to how deeply I’ve been taking my nonspecific DND au nonsense?

Yes well I did (and am still doing) the damn thing. Feel free to play with them all like Barbies as you wish because I will be having fun with this. have the girls and the officers

#please disregard that it is 5am #this au is gna need a tag soon… #for now we will use uh #sbt meets dnd #yeah that works #poet’s think thoughts #u know how many enlisted are? that shits gna take a minute #there’s lore to divine sorcerer daisy . and the unknown subrace #the Carolyn/James romance is quite amusing in this verse

[sun-is-a-square]

Ok so this is a day late bcz yesterday I sat down to draw and my hand just would NOT remember how drawing works but I finally finished it and even slapped on a bg and some shading! But ye here’s c!Dream teaching Daisy how to ride :D

Happy (late) birthday to Daisy from @daisylore-au you will always b famous to me

#when i said i will never draw horses again it was in reference to this #i was a HORSE GIRL growing up and still their anatomy confuses and upsets me #anyway look at them :) #daisy lore is my comfort au fr fr #dl daisy #dl dream #dreblr #daisy lore au #daisy lore

[daisylore-au]

Daisy I've just met you but do you know you're very loved? <3

“I do!” Daisy beamed, cheeks going red. “I’m really very loved a lot! My dad and my uncles love me, and Michael and my other friends love me, and Dream loves me, and Miss Puffy loves me, and I love them too. Mostly. Sometimes Uncle Bad is annoying, but only when he shouts language when I say fuck.”

“Language,” both parents said instinctively.

Daisy’s smile fell, and she huffed dramatically. “Yeah. Like that.”

#SHE LOVES YOU TOO :D #also ! welcome ! if you need catching up with the au i’m releasing a summary tomorrow :] #> daisy lore: birthday bash

[ghostinacardboardbox-oldblog]

As soon as I write the ten AUs I’ve already decided to write and can start this new one it’s OVER for you bitches.

But umm I’m. Putting Magnus Archives characters in the Boiling Isles now. If I think about it too long it gets complicated but that’s okay.

#so obviously Jon is the Golden Guard and Elias is the Emperor #right #and the coven leaders are all the avatars #like Daisy is in beastkeeping and Nicola is in abominations #Gerry is a wild witch #the plot wouldn’t line up perfectly but it’s more about the lore anyway yknow #anyway yeah. as always I will readily talk more if you ask. #ghost posts from their box #the magnus archives #the owl house #TMA #toh #my writing #tma au #toh au

[factual-fantasy]

I remember part of the reason why I dropped off my Mario AU a bit was because I didn't really have a satisfying explanation/lore for the princesses..

Why is Peach the queen of the mushroom kingdom if she isn't a Toad? Why is Daisy the princess/queen of the Delfino's if she's not a Delfino? How does Rosalina fit into all this? No matter how hard I tried, I just had a bit of writers block and couldn't come up with anything I liked..

But lately I've been thinking about my Mario AU.. a lot. And after some brain storming.. I believe I'm onto something. I've been thinking about the prophecy, the super stars, 1-up mushrooms.. and I think I'm on my way to building some proper lore and fixing a lot of the plot holes my AU had. Starting with the princess' and their designs.

My version of Peach, Daisy and Rosalina(sort of) are the same species as Wario and Waluigi. So I gave them the make over they should have had from the start. Pointy ears, pink/purple noses, blue markings under the eyes and those classic black ring eyes that the Wario "bros" both have.

With the lore I'm working on, I gave Peach a new dress, color scheme and hairstyle. For Daisy I changed up her whole outfit, her crown, her hairstyle.. I also drew a bizarre mark on her shoulder/face.. hmm..

With some updates to Wario and Waluigi's story, I gave them the bruises and wounds they unfortunately should have..

Rosalina's design was the hardest to execute, and took the longest to color.. but I think I finally got the look I was after and might not need to redesign her again. I hope ya'll can tell what I was going for- <XD

Anyways, I would love to ramble about their stories sometime. But for now everything is still under development. And some of these designs are not final. I'm bound to go over Daisy and Peach a few more times until they look juuuust right. Until then, I hope ya'll like my artwork! :}}

#super mario bros #wario and waluigi #princess peach #princess daisy #rosalina #tw injury #tw body horror #tw disturbing imagery

[dreamsclock]

reminder that daisy lore au is coming BACK and you should all follow @daisylore-au if you like dsmp characters healing, dsmp characters angsting, and dsmp characters being taught to improve by their younger (platonically made) kids ^_^

#SUMMARY IS COMING TOMORROW ON THAT BLOG !! IN THE MEANTIME: take this TINY explanation #cdream dies and kids are spawned and c!dnf’s kid finds cdream’s ghost + revived him!! #> daisy lore au

[wooahaes]

ok ill crash soon but i will explain for anyone curious abt why i put minghao as a chem teacher:

minghao has chem vibes partially bc he just Does, but also he kind of reminds me of the chem teacher i had in high school. v great woman, opinionated, but genuinely cared a lot abt her students and the ppl around her while also taking 0 shit from ppl. idk why but minghao just reminds me of her and i think its probably the clear fact that he cares abt the ppl around him but also takes little shit imo (the “just print ur own photocards” thing comes to mind lmao)

#wooahaes.txt #daisy lore for anyone curious lmao #i loved her so much she was SUCH a good teacher ugh <3 i should see how shes doing #svt teacher au

[just-linkr]

New fanfic about a pairing I love because FU it's my hands and they'll create whatever weirdass shit I want.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14130393/1/We-don-t-need-to-hide

#daisy #princess daisy #princess peach #peach #mine #fanfiction #fanfic #super mario #au #lore

[ahhhwomen]

Nothing really matters.

Vampire Empire

Part 3

Pairing: DarkVamp!Wanda Maximoff x DarkVamp!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Well this was depressing to write... Anyways, enjoy!

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Human pets, abuse, violence, possessiveness, probably incorrect vampire lore, angst, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, kitten play (?), also this is not a Carol positive fic (I have nothing against her, but I needed a villain), death  Minors DNI 18+

Summary: You feel numb, what does it matter anymore?

Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist: @thinking1bee

The next time either of them sees you is in one of Natasha’s business meetings a few weeks later.

Back in Carol’s possession, you kneel in the corner of the conference room while Carol raises her voice at anyone with a slight attitude toward her idiotic ideas.

After half an hour, the constant bickering between the blond woman and Natasha’s respective staff members had become background noise.

There is a crinkling of paper as Natasha scuffles her documents around for a moment while deep in thought. The paper is smooth and high quality, her golden rings glide against the white surface, and she traces black lines of information she can recite in her sleep.

To Natasha’s surprise, you had seemed indifferent to her presence, you didn’t even glance at her once during the introduction to today’s meeting.

Following the same line back and forth, the ink smudges and blurs after the seventh round of Natasha's thumb gliding gently on top of the unimportant details.

She had to give credit where credit was due. You were poised and unbothered.

She could not say the same for herself, however.

Ever since she could smell you getting in the elevator with blondie, she kept glancing toward the door, waiting for your arrival. And now, she continuously spares a glance in your direction when she thinks someone talks too loudly or expresses themselves with broad gestures.

It doesn't take long for her to understand you a little better.

Carol changes you.

Your eyes are cast downward, and you hold your head low in a display of obedience. You are sitting on your heels with your hands just out in front of your knees. Your back is strung tight to form a perfect line and the muzzle is only for show. But whereas your posture and attitude would be considered perfection, your eyes are empty.

Natasha’s chair creaks and groans as she rocks back and forth, the leather cushion softens the knockback as her leg bounces against the flooring, unfitting of her usual characteristics, she can’t seem to keep her calm and collected demeanor.

Small tears and wrinkles form, as Natasha tightens her hands against some case report she wrote half-heartedly before bed the previous night. She inhales sharply, her nostrils flaring.

You are still covered in bruises.

They are healing, and so are the once red and angry lines, they are now pinker and more muted. But it’s clear some of them were fresher, it had been close to a month since she had seen you last, yet the color of some were as fresh as a daisy.

Specifically, your face seemed to have been put through the gutter.

Though it was clear that whatever transpired that day hadn’t been repeated, she could still sense in you that Carol wasn’t very light-handed.

She tells herself it is because she pities you for having to go through the blonde’s rage, but there is also something about the two small puncture wounds on your neck that aggravates her.

Her fingers drum against the table in annoyance while she thinks it over, her nails clicking against the resin top of her newly polished conference table.

Pinching the skin between her eyebrows she sighs loudly. Enough so, that the man currently presenting stutters and has to loosen his tie before continuing with a slight tremor to his hands.

She can’t figure it out.

She huffs and readjusts her posture to show she is listening.

Never mind, the little mystery you are, she has business to attend to. With one last glance, she emerges herself back in the matter at hand and makes sure to fix Carol with a hard glare whenever something becomes too heated.

You are sitting on an old wooden bench in the garden.

The flowers bloom around you and rustle in the fresh, spring, wind. If you close your eyes, you can almost smell the rosebush across the tiny plot of land. The birds sing in a tune you are not familiar with, but it’s nice. Lilies hug your legs, all colorful and fresh, there are tiny little droplets atop their pedals, it must have rained before you got out here.

That would explain the chill that settles deep in your spine.

There are dogs around, you hear them bark and growl at each other on the other side of the fence, but you don’t mind.

Because you are in the garden. With a fence between you and them.

Until one of them jumps the fence.

You have been staring at the ground with a slight tremor lacing your every move for the better part of an hour. She seems like a calm dog, but she’s big, bigger than you, and there is this presence to her that you don’t know what to do with.

She smells like the flowers around you, maybe that’s why you don’t flee. No matter how much you want to, you are frozen in your seat as the big hound stares at you.

She licks her snout and blinks slowly while you sit there. It feels like she is mocking you, almost as if daring you to move.

The wind picks up every now and then, the howling of the other dogs growing louder and more concerning, but the big dog doesn’t bat an eye. She growls deeply, but you can tell it isn’t directed at you, and then the other dog’s calm.

Maybe she is a nice dog, but it doesn’t matter.

A dog is a dog.

The fence opens with a piercing screech. Even as you close your eyes in hope, the big dog does nothing. She doesn’t run away, but she doesn’t help either.

She just watches as Master drags you away. You don’t know why you thought she would do anything else.

Master is right.

Master is always right.

No one will help.

You don’t deserve it.

When the meeting commends, Carol drags you out of the room quickly, she has other matters to settle tonight, and she can’t be bothered to stay here too long.

Your knuckles rasp against the expensive flooring of Mrs. Romanoff´s office. The tasteful tree-work makes your bones ache, and your tag jingles repeatedly as bone connects with fifty thousand dollars worth of Brazilian rosewood. The blond woman tugs at your leash impatiently.

“Carol. Wait a moment.”

Please don’t.

Master halted her movements just before she passed through the elevator´s door, effectively also halting yours.

“There is some paperwork James wants you to finish up before you leave.”

Natasha waves her hand around with a roll of her eyes, showcasing false annoyance she knows the blond will eat right up, “Something about an unsettled bank record?” The redhead squints in the blonde’s direction, displeasure hidden not so greatly on the CEO’s face.

Natasha has to work extremely hard to not showcase how disgusting she finds the woman in front of her to be.

The woman beside you tenses up. She bunches her eyebrows and sighs before nodding slowly and releasing the tight clutch on your leash.

A pointed finger comes into view as Carol shifts her body towards you and tilts her head downward to face you. “Stay here.” Her voice leaves no room for arguing, it’s a clear command, you know she only does it to showcase her power over you. You couldn’t talk back even if you wanted to, the clinic made sure of that long before you even knew Masters hard angles.

Nonetheless, you bow your head and place your rump back onto the cruel flooring, somehow it feels even stiffer than the concrete inside your familiar slammer.

There is a long and rather awkward silence before Miss Romanoff clears her throat and breaks the stillness.

“Are you in pain?” Natasha gestures towards her own face as if you need a hint to understand what she means.

Just a few months ago, Romanoff acknowledging you in the slightest would send you through a rollercoaster of fear and wonder. Now you merely play dumb and tilt your head in confusion.

Of course, it hurts.

That was the point, wasn’t it?

“You smell different.” Carol scrutinizes you from afar.

If it weren’t for the years of experience you have with this sort of thing you would give yourself away immediately by tensing up and begging for her mercy, instead, you remain impassive.

The blond woman studies you carefully, waiting for any telltale that you heard her.

It’s easier than you thought.

Maybe it’s from the emotional drainage these days have been, but you barely feel anything as Carol looks you over. No matter how much she has hurt you, her eyes hold nothing compared to the power that the Maximoff clan’s leader has in hers.

You can hear the familiar crunch of rough concrete beneath a heavy army boot.

Master moves closer, but still, you feel nothing.

It’s been three days since that day. The first night you sobbed your sorrows, your pain, your fear, everything that has been building up and suppressed throughout the years all expressed in a puddle of tears and blood.

You don’t know what the women wanted, but something about them had made ancient wounds reopen, and the floodgates that followed were inevitable.

You don’t even remember falling asleep, you find it more likely that you passed out from dehydration or exhaustion.

The other days had passed in a blur.

It’s like you have been stuck in a trance where nothing really matters anymore.

Then the smashing of keys came back, and still, you were inconsolable. You didn’t even acknowledge her when she ran her hands over your bare body. Didn’t blink as her hands took a threatening hold of your collar.

She was testing this new side of yours; you could tell it angered her that she didn’t affect you.

You ruined her little power trip of the day.

She grips the back of your neck and forces you to face her. “Look at me when I am talking to you!” Spit sprays on your face as she talks through gritted teeth.

You don’t care, you just stare at her through hooded eyes, looking but not seeing.

Her hand connected hard with your face; you could feel the vibration inside your skull. And yet, all you could think about were them.

The feeling of concrete pouring through your veins wasn’t so scary anymore.

*slap*

You wonder what would happen if she went all the way…

*slap*

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if they killed you.

*slap*

“LOOK AT ME!” Carol screams into your ear, but it is fuzzy and unintelligible to you.

*slap*

“CAN’T YOU TELL I AM TALKING TO YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH!?”

*slap*

“Look at me?” Her hand strokes your chin lightly, but you know her…

*slap*

*slap*

Your head bounces against the pavement.

*slap*

Your vision becomes blurry and unfocused.

She hit you a total of twenty-four more times, before finally relenting and stomping away.

From that day forward you decided to play into it, pretend like what took place with the powerful women never happened to begin with. You were sure it would anger them.

If this is what Carol does when you ruin her little high.

Maybe, they will return and finish what they started if you ruin theirs.

Natasha scratches the nape of her neck as you sit there staring into nothingness. Your brows are slightly raised, and your eyes are wide, to Natasha, it seems like you are in a completely different world.

She leans against the wall, her shoulder squishing against the glass panel, and she crosses one leg over the other. Relying solely on her right leg to hold her up, she looks down at her dress shoes.

Her question was stupid, she knew as much, but what else was she supposed to say?

She wanted to talk to you.

Nat knows she should just leave you be and return back to her office, but when you were being led out of the room earlier your eyes had connected with her, it was a mere millisecond. But in that moment Natasha had felt a chill run down her spine.

Something was definitely wrong.

However, she didn’t expect you to completely shut down after just one simple question.

You are unresponsive to any stimuli while you sit in the hallway with Natasha’s presence close by. The older redhead tries to tap her foot or grunt obnoxiously, just to get a response, but nothing.

It’s not until you can hear Carol’s heavy footsteps that you quicken up and bow your head down.

Carol nods in Natasha’s direction before she passes her and collects you. Her gruff hands slide up and down the expanses of your leash until she finds the position that will yield her the most amount of control over your movements.

If the circumstances were different, Natasha would kill Carol on the spot.

Yet, as Carol takes ahold of your leash and steers you both into the elevator, Natasha lets you go.

Convincing herself it’s for the better. Again.

#wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat x reader #dark!natasha romanoff #vampire!natasha romanoff #vampire!wanda maximoff #dark!wandanat

[missstarr]

🌼

#thomas and friends #ttte #ttte humanized #ttte au #au lore #thomas the tank engine #ttte daisy #daisy the diesel railcar #💫✏️

[morningstargirl666]

what are your top ten favorite klaroline fics?

Ooooo let me think... in no particular order:

The Lost Prince & The Eternal Queen by @3tinkgemini /3tingemini

Oh this is a beloved favourite. Caroline's a werewolf alpha and Klaus, fresh from breaking his curse, searches her pack out to turn them into hybrids. Instead of forces them to turn, Caroline makes a deal with him, teaching him what it means to be who they are, offering him a place in her pack and if by a certain amount of time her pack want to become hybrids, he may turn as many as he wishes. It's got some great lore and delves nicely into Klaus' werewolf side. I adore it.

The Stubborn Grace of Being Loved Regardless by @helpless-in-sleep / perfectpro

Also an all-time favourite, this fic is beautiful. Caroline isn't turned into a vampire and when Klaus rolls into town, she's still human. That doesn't deter his affections. AND DID I MENTION YOU GET TO SEE HIM IN WOLF FORM? NO? WELL YOU DO AND I AM STILL NOT OVER IT 😭😭😭

Wisteria by @little-miss-sunny-daisy / sunnydaisy

Caroline meets Klaus before he comes to Mystic Falls, without realising he is in fact, The Klaus, The Original Hybrid. A beautiful love story unfolds that leaves you all soft and gooey inside.

The Howling by @bellemorte180 / BelleMorte180

I LOVE the idea of this two-shot. It's a werewolf mate au - wherein both Klaus and Caroline are werewolves. There's also ✨Damon murder✨ Need I say more?

From The Eastern Mountains by @cupcakemolotov / Cupcakemolotov

Read this not too long ago actually and kicked myself for not finding it sooner. In between grieving her mother, travelling and finding her own place in the world, Caroline keeps bumping into Klaus. The scene at the market haS changed me on a fundamental level, i even don't know why that scene's the most vivid for me but it is. There's just something so mundane about it. AND HELL YES WE GET KLAUS IN WOLF FORM!!! Go forth and read.

Their Nightly Ritual by bellamywinchester

A fic from my ffnet days, this has got to be a contender for my favourite kc fic of all time. Again, there's just something so mundane about it, even with all the supernatural shenanigans - I guess I have a type? I NEED THE DOMESTICITY OKAY? Caroline and Klaus exchange phone calls while she's in college, diverging from season 5 canon.

Blood and A Quick Murder (and isn't that how it always is?) by @ks-caster / KS_Caster

A beautiful character study on how Caroline will always come first in Klaus' books. It explores a really unique idea I've never seen before, and if you like this one-shot you should definitely check out ks-caster's Red Queen series too, which diverges from canon at season 4.

Till I Tasted You by @kirythestitchwitch / KiryTheStitchWitch

GOD this fic is a favourite because never have I ever been ruined so severely by one line of dialogue: “As if I could be jealous of a boy who has no concept of what it is like to touch the sun and then spend a millennium looking for daylight in every strangers’ face.” YOU SEE??? HOW WILL I FIND LOVE NOW THIS IS MY STANDARD???

[muffled screaming]

Wicked Schemes by willowaus

This one is probably on every klaroline rec list, but eh, I don't care. It's a good classic. I love that its set in New Orleans and Caroline gets her own powers. It also has Klaus in wolf form and any fic that has that instantly earns my seal of approval, as you should know by now.

the fate makes for a lousy poet by @stars-and-darkness / for_darkness_shows_the_stars

I binged this in a morning and after I finished it I was left shell shocked, in that high state after a fic has completely changed you on a spiritual level where you don't know how to move on with your life. I just remember lying atop my bed and staring at the ceiling like??? What do I do now??? What was I doing before I read this??? Fuck if I know. It's an amazing fic, canon divergent from season 3, a tattoo soulmate au with brilliant appearances from Kol, Elijah and Rebekah as well. And hey, in my shell shock after reading it I left an essay-length comment on the fic and now I'm best mates with the author. Our tastes literally align so perfectly it's like we share the same brain cell, so I could probably make a top ten klaroline fic list out of Ella's fics alone - every fic of hers takes all my hopes and dreams and weaves them into art. So check her stuff out, and not just the popular ones either (she's also got an amnesia au in the works which has me FERAL so come help me pester her to finish it)

#klaroline #klaus x caroline #fanfiction #klaroline fanfiction #fic recs #fic rec #fanfic recs #caroline forbes #klaus mikaelson #anon ask