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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 10 months

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A Golden Spring

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Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO (knots, slick, mpreg), Viking/god Col, fae Dom, omorashi/piss kink, wolf form play, if you're not catching my drift Col is a shifter in wolf form during sexual acts (just don't want to be questioned about not warning enough), piss play, innocent Dom, cunnilingus, riding Col's face, talks of shifted sex, begging, desperate boys, worry ☠️ rating: explicit ☠️ shared ideas by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Kol'son tilted his head and waited, watching his mate work through the question he just asked and he tried to let the fresh taste of slick on his tongue calm him. He didn't want to lick the boy again and influence his decision but at the same time… he kind of did want to. Nothing tasted better than his wife's cunt- especially when he was whelped. Those dark plush lips parted, those jade eyes lined in coal went wide. If Dom thought he was joking he wanted to be obvious that he wasn't, though his cock throbbing and visible between his legs should have answered that already.

"Y-you want to- to um… on me?" The fae asked, his voice stuttering and barely above a whisper but Kol could scent his desire. It was literally dripping out of him.

'I want to scent mark you. With my piss.' He explained again though that wasn't the whole truth. There was a secret part of him that just enjoyed the thought of the act. It wasn't only his wolf, it was the man in him too. The thought of watching his queen soaked in his golden shower was strangely intoxicating- but thankfully he had the god excuse. It was instinct, not kink.

He'd always been careful with Dom. Of course since they were wed they'd been trying more and more but some part of him would always see his fae as that innocent prince that came to him naked and afraid. Confused as to what an orgasm was. He made damn sure the kid knew of course. As many times as he could. "D-do you even… need to?" Dom mumbled from confusion, his brows furrowed. The Viking almost laughed; it was all so precious. The siren was pink cheeked and nervous, picking at blades of grass around his thighs, his other hand protectively resting over his belly. Kol knew they needed to talk more but they were both in a mood and Modig didn't seem to mind watching Cia thank gods. Baby hormones had Kol's wife flipping from sad to horny in nothing flat and he would always try to care for him. No matter what. It was what he felt he was made for. Though this was just a little more selfish than he normally let himself be.

He did actually- need to that was. Thankfully since the day he shifted and accepted his power into himself he realized he didn't have to listen to his bodily functions if he didn't want to, but at times he forgot to erase the need with magic and he woke up full and desperate. That morning he had kept the feeling though, reveled in the pressure. Sometimes he liked the sensation of being human. Sometimes he truly enjoyed the pain. 'Would you like me to show you?' He teased.

"Yes-" The boy almost choked on the word he was so eager but he swallowed hard and flushed hotter, looking his mate up and down. "Like… in 'is form?" He couldn't help the mental image of a pup marking its territory. He'd seen Kol once or twice pissing on the corners outside their hut when he thought no one was looking. This felt different though. This felt… intense. The softer side of him that loved feeling owned by his alpha was desperate to be claimed by him in every way possible. He'd never thought of it before but he should have. Kol'son was a menace to his hormones.

'Please?' The chieftain purred, dropping his ears to appear more puppy-like and sweet. His control was starting to wear thin, the more he thought about letting go the more desperate he felt to do so.

Dom whimpered and beckoned his daidí closer as he leaned back to put his whole body on display. The god whined low at the sight, his crimson gaze raking from face to feet. He always found his fae gorgeous but there was something special when it felt as if Dom was worshiping him. Or letting him worship but as he trotted closer his boy reached out, holding his hand in such a way it was obvious what he wanted. 'What um…' Kol didn't know how to ask what he wanted to ask.

"Don't you need 'elp directing it?" He asked innocently and the openness almost broke the wolf in two. He could feel himself trembling, the need almost overwhelming and he knew the first drops were already spilling free to bead down his cock and get lost in his fur.

He shook his head though he didn't know why, he always loved feeling Dom's hands on him. He felt like he was starting to vibrate though and he wanted to make sure he covered every inch. 'Just relax. I've got you. You can play with me later.' He soothed, a purr rumbling in his chest as he watched Dom smile shakily and lean back. Those bright eyes closed and his legs fell open. The water was drying on his skin but he wouldn't be clean for long. The wolf moved close, licking over his queen's cheek and part of him thought to say fuck it and take him- he was just spread out so beautifully. The need in his stomach was building too strong however and threatening to burst free but he didn't think it was proper to raise a leg to his mate.

"Daidí please?" The boy begged, reaching for one of Kol's feet to push up as if to demand he do it already. No matter how long they were together the Viking still found himself thinking his thrall was a brat. No wonder he didn't last long as a slave.

The first hot droplets hit Dom's belly and his eyes flew open to watch. He should have known that's exactly where his lover would mark him but it wasn't the only place he wanted to be drenched. His god was trembling, his tongue lolling out. His more human-like cock looked almost hurt- he was so hard but what warmed his heart was how careful Kol was about keeping his leg back. He was always careful to make sure he wasn't hurt. He couldn't help a soft laugh, the golden stream was so hard it tickled over his skin but the drip- drip- drip- slipping down to caress over his core had him shaking.

Kol whined, his boy wasn't just allowing him this- he was enjoying himself, even his hips started to move in little circles as if he could find something to rut against. He moved his target higher, aiming to paint his perfect tits, before splashing his pretty face. He almost choked on spit when the siren caught it between his lips and let it drool back out slowly. When he caught the fae squirming even more he tried to move the stream lower but gods it was hard to direct it when his dick was throbbing so hard.

A yelp escaped Dom when the stream hit his cock, the pressure so strong he knew if the bastard kept it up he'd reach that peak. He was just that easy for his god. He knew he was a mess, writhing under something so filthy like a bitch in heat but it didn't matter. Everything between them felt pure. "Kols fuck- more?" He cried softly, trying to wiggle his hand between his legs but the god snapped at him.

When the river turned to a trickle and the boy was soaked the wolf knew they both needed more. He could barely control himself enough to keep from mounting the boy who finally smelled exactly as he should. Like his. His fangs closed around Dom's ankle and he yanked his legs wider before shoving his face back in his favorite spot.

Dom moaned and buried his hands in blonde fur, trying to pull the Viking closer but Kol was already so close. That cold nose pressed right between his folds and his tongue flicked deep, searching out his spot and old spend.

Kol'son couldn't breathe, he was literally drowning in slick and his own cum, his nose halfway inside his mate's cunt but he didn't need air to live anymore and he wanted to hear his lover scream. His paws dug into the ground below them as legs wrapped around his neck and he tried to get as close as possible as he reveled in the taste of his mate.

Moans and whines filled the forest, the siren was so far past worrying about his voice- he could barely control anything with Kol working him so hard and fast. Whether he meant to or not his nose and tongue filled him almost as much as his cock had before and he stayed on that swollen spot deep inside. His hips wiggled until he found a rhythm, all but fucking down on his god but nothing would satisfy what he knew they truly both needed. "Fuck me?"

That voice he loved so much barely broke through the haze of need and rapture but Kol's ears twitched and he slowed his rushed tongue. 'What? No.' He huffed back only to get his fur tugged roughly between sharp claws. Why couldn't Dom just let him enjoy his meal? He didn't think it was safe but with those cries so loud in his mind it was hard to ignore. Hard to remember why he said no. Could he be gentle enough?

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Sorry this took me so long today and is kind of short and probably not up to my normal stuff. Rough day with that anon but I didn't want that ruining the whole day. I hope this is enjoyable! Like I said, Jinx readers can have a little omorashi as a treat 🖤☠️

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megiesposts · 2 years

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hello dear, researching on tumblr I realized that there were many more alphabets and I was curious about the fluff alphabet, and I love seeing Klaus in his softer side, if you are interested you could try to write it, but only if you want

Fluff Alphabet

with Klaus Mikaelson

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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

- everyone knows Klaus mikaelson loves to paint. People, scenery, animals, he’s had a thousand years to learn and he’s amazing at it, he would love to teach you, and has a strange amount of patience he has with you in these moments is astonishing, and if you can’t paint, he will happily pant you, your body, or on your body instead

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

- how tolerant you are of him. He knows he acts childish. He’s impulsive, possessive, cold, ruthless, jealous, and a literal yandere in human form. Yet your always so patient, and you have no fear for him. He could hold a knife to your heart and threaten your life and you would laugh it off and talk about how cute he is (he would hate u for it) (not really)

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

- Klaus isn’t good with emotions, so he would probably try to do something he finds comforting, like cuddling or he would try and make you laugh, (likely at the demise of kol’s neck but still) he tries and that’s what counts

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

- Klaus wants to have kids with you, he would paint pictures of you holding small children and he just knew how great of a mother you could/would be, before he knew that he could procreate, he had no hesitation in thinking about adopting children with you, but god he’s obsessed with pregnant you

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

- Klaus is… a puppy. Literally. He’s so big and bad and evil at everything until it comes to you and he’s this lovestruck mess, he’s rather passive, and let’s you do as you please, but he does love taking control in where your dates go and how he spoils you

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

- Klaus is stubborn, and he would hesitate to forgive his s/o but he despises being without you, so it likely ends up with a long unspoken night in each others arms

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

- Klaus knows the threats that come with being affiliated with him. And to be his lover, it’s like you signed a permanent contract to place the largest target on back. It endangers you, your family, your friends, he definitely knows the risks of being his lover, and he would trade the entire would for your safety

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

- Klaus tries to be honest with you about everything, besides surprises he plans for you of course. There are situations where he kept things from you and they always ended up blowing up in your face, with you being angry at him, so he decided it was better to face the anger head on before it could fester and multiply

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

- Klaus is forced to try so many new things because of your interests. Things he finds trivial or he can have someone do for him, including the dishes after a meal, the only difference in your routine is the fact that you have an impulsive maniac in love with you

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

- I think we all know the answer to this, Klaus is a very jealous man. He has no hesitation to kill whatever is causing this jealousy

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

- it was impulsive, he showed up on the balcony to your apartment in the middle of the night, knocked on your door, and pressed you against it in a kiss when you answered. Plus, the man is 1000+ years old, he’s had practice

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

- Klaus is a forward man when it comes to love. He sends you extravagant gifts and letters declaring his love the moment he figures out his feelings for you.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

- marriage has never been something on Klaus’s mind, he’s gone through plenty of women and he’s never allowed the thought to cross his mind. But settling down with you? Starting a family, being in a home with you, he couldn’t force the thought to leave his mind no matter what he did

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

- Klaus is British, and we know every nickname that comes out of his mouth, love, darling, my love, the works, you know

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

- everyone knows - at first he tried to desperately hide it but it was obvious to everyone who just looked in your direction, Klaus gives gifts, everything you could want and imagine, he will tear the earth in two to get you

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

- Klaus will brag to every one of his siblings, especially Kol, who will find fun in flirting with you. He prefers to keep most pda private, but he will not hesitate to be all over you if a guy is flirting with you

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

- great strength, you constantly get him to carry you around and toss you, you will never have to walk again if you don’t want to

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

- Klaus will fly you to Italy for a simple date because you said you wanted spaghetti - he will go the extra mile to surprise you

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

- Klaus will push you to pursue whatever you want, pay for college, get you instruments, he’s extremely supportive unless it endangers you

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

- Klaus prefers routine, date nights on Friday, cuddle sessions every morning, bathing together every Monday night, he likes being romantic and spontaneous, but he thrives to have you in routine, because he always knows what to expect, and he loves the small moments between you too

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

- Klaus tries to find every interwoven thought in your mind, now he’s not going to invade your privacy (unless your in danger) but he will always want to know everything about you, the good and bad he will accept it sll

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

- he puts you just slightly above his family, you mean everything to him, especially knowing that you accept everything about him, including his supernatural murderous side

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

-he has grown a reliance to sleeping with you in his arms, it takes him forever to sleep without you now

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

- Klaus loves to hold you, in public or not he doesn’t care, he will kiss you anywhere and everywhere

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

- he gets really angry, tries to paint but probably ends up drinking a lot and whining about how much he loves you to Elijah or anyone who will listen really

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

- Klaus will scour the ends of the earth if someone took you, he would kill anyone and everyone in his way, you are his and he is yours, anyone who thinks they can get in the way of that has a death wish, and Klaus plans to make their wishes come true

#tvd #tvd imagine #tvd universe #tvd x reader #the vampire diaries #imagine #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #vampire #kai parker #Klaus #Klaus x Reader #klaus mikaelson x female reader #klaus mikaelson x reader

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dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years

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“Corn Syrup, Like in Carrie” | The Mikaelson Boys

Hey my lovelies this is my fic for @hellotvshowtrash ‘s March Prompt Challenge— I hope you all enjoy and especially you, Ash! I literally wrote this in a few hours so I hope it isn’t terrible; I wanted to make sure I actually submitted this month though because you put a lot of hard work into making fun things for us. I haven’t written for these boys in a while so this was nice :)

Description: Y/n drags Kol into a plan that is more dumb luck than actual planning— is it even a question that he would be willing to help?

Pairing: The Mikaelson Boys x Female!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and death but in a casual, funny way (sadistic but funny), this might be the grungiest thing I’ve written to date

Word count: 1.99k (it’s literally 1999k, I pushed this as far as possible)

Tags: Fluff, a lil angst if you squint (squint is used loosely here)

Prompt: “This plan of yours is going to get us killed. Of course I’m in.”

Kudos if you get the picture easter egg!

“You want to do what now?”

She huffs but the wicked smile on her face carves through the annoyance— of course she isn’t actually exasperated with him.

“You heard me Kol— I want to scare him!”

The brown eyed vamp rolls his eyes but his own grin is just as cunning. She can see the spark in his eyes, that little glint that lets her know everything she needs to know— lets her know that he’s in.

All in.

“You know that’s impossible darling,” he toys, his smirk too coy for a man over a thousand years old. “Klaus doesn’t get scared.”

She laughs— that’s what he thinks.

Kol’s brows push together, the glint growing alongside his smile, his sharp teeth poking into his lip. “I know that look— that look is never good.”

She meets him where he leans against the countertop, hopping up beside him and wrapping her arms around his cool shoulders. “Oh it’s good alright, Kol-y. I think you’ll like it very much.”

He turns towards her, running his nose across her jaw, peppering a few kisses against her skin before tilting his face up. “Well out with it then, darling— what’s the plan?”

She giggles, pressing her lips against his quickly before pulling back, pecking the vampire’s nose when he scrunches it. She shakes her head at his puppy dog eyes— easily distracted, that one is.

She leans down, whispering her idea into his ear, her chest blossoming with warmth when he shivers against her lips. She can’t tell if it’s because of how close she is or because he likes her plan— both, most likely. When she finishes speaking she nips his ear, tugging gently before releasing him. He groans when his ear meets the cool kitchen air, twisting to push between her legs.

He leans down, pressing his lips against her again. She can taste the mischief on his lips, tangy and sharp— someone has been eating blackberries again.

“You’re a menace darling.”

“Hmm—” she hums her agreement against his berry lips— “I learned from the best.”

He chuckles and this time she shivers, his lips trailing down her neck. “Is that so?”

She pushes against his chest, trying to regain some of his attention. This is important. She slips her fingers into his soft hair, knitting them between the strands and tugging until his baby browns meet her gaze. He sighs, his smile less menacing and more longing than moments ago. He raises his brow, his eyes flitting to her neck before going back to her eyes— are you going to speak or can I go back to what I was doing?

She huffs.

“Are you in or not, Mikaelson?” She grinds out as he tugs against her hand, just barely nipping at her sensitive skin.

He groans when she pulls her throat away from his ministrations, finally standing straight again. His hands slide up the sides of her neck, smoothing against her jaw, fingers hooking behind her ears.

“This plan of yours is going to get us killed, darling.” His soft grin sharpens as he speaks, the glint resurfacing in his eyes. To her it makes him look beautiful. It makes him look dangerous. “Of course I’m in.”

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“Alright,” Kol announces, his cheerful voice drifting from the entrance to the compound to where she lays in a heap next to the couch. “He’s coming down the street now— I can hear him on the phone. I think he’s talking to Elijah.”

She can’t see the vamp but she knows that the mirth in his voice is much too extensive considering what they are about to do. Oh well. She raises a hand— she can’t speak with the blonde who’s now on their street hearing— signalling for him to get into place—

—and for him to dump the bucket of corn syrup, red dye number five, and just enough of her blood to make it smell real all over her body.

It goes on warm and sticky, scarily similar to actual blood, drenching the t-shirt she has decided to sacrifice. It’s for a good cause, she has to remind herself. Her skin itches where the mixture clings to her and she has to keep from giggling, her shoulders shaking. This had better work.

Kol’s boot nudges against her butt, tsking as she swallows another giggle. “Get with it darling— he’s almost here.”

She nods, splaying her limbs out in a way she imagines a dead— or almost dead— body would look. She doesn’t have to imagine too hard.

“Good job,” Kol whispers. “Billy Loomis would be proud.”

She smiles quickly at the reference— part of her plan was making him watch Scream with her.

“He’s here— let’s do this—“

The end of his sentence is cut off by a yell— his yell. They have to cover the sound of her heartbeat somehow. She can only keep her heart so steady and she’s not trying to give herself away before the fun has really begun. Thank heaven Kol has a good pair of lungs— and that he doesn’t need to breathe.

“Yeah I just go ba— Kol?” Like with Kol, she can’t see Klaus but she can hear him and the way his voice falters in confusion.

“Brother—” the way Kol’s voice hitches at the end of the word makes her almost break character. Someone sign this man up for an Oscar immediately— “I don’t know what happened. I left to get some of that ice cream she’s always talking about and— and—”

Klaus doesn’t speak but over Kol’s scarily astute acting she can hear commotion on the other end of his cellphone. Elijah— jackpot.

A double prank.

“Elijah give me a minute— Kol, what happened?”

Klaus’ heavy boots thunk against the concrete, the vibrations radiating through her cheek where it presses against the ground. His steps are almost as thundering as his voice, both echoing through the open space.

Kol plays along with his brother’s anger, matching it with his own. “I just said I don’t know!”

“What do you mean you don’t know! Look at her and tell me what you see—” his words stop, the air punctuated by a loud crack, no doubt the sound of his Iphone shattering into a hundred pieces.

Oops.

Suddenly there are hands on her back, nudging her softly, pulling at the sticky fabric of her t-shirt. You’re going to have to do better than that to wake the dead, babe. His hands get steadily more frantic— and more slimy— dragging the blood concoction into her hair as he checks her scalp and neck for injury. She holds her breath as his hand wraps around her jaw, lifting her face gently.

“Fuck, Kol, why is she bleeding so much?”

Kol only screeches in answer— again, she almost loses it. Klaus must not like that answer very much because he curses under his breath. Well, under his breath is a relative term. She is sure the entirety of Bourbon street hears the F-bomb he drops. The word is accompanied by the sound of her shirt being ripped in two. Here we go.

She feels a whoosh of air against her now revealed skin, steeling against the shiver that creeps up her spine at the cold air. Soon there is another pair of hands on her, sliding down her slick arms. She can picture the dyed corn syrup staining Elijah's dress shirt and the glare in his dark eyes when he realizes she has teamed up with his brother to wreak mayhem.

“What’s going on? What happened?” His sultry voice is worse than the cold air— and much harder to stave off.

“I don’t know—” both Klaus and Kol speak in unison, Klaus taking over for the both of them— “but there isn’t time to find out right now.”

Before she has time to process his words her body is being flipped over, her back pressing into the icy, sticky concrete. It takes all of her strength not to squeal at the contact. She hears a noise much too juicy for her liking before a warm artery is pressed against the seam of her lips. Perfect!

“C’mon love, please—”

When her mouth fills with a thick, metallic substance she breaks, springing forward and coughing wildly, making sure to swallow a good amount before hacking the rest up. She runs an arm across her eyelids, trying to unstick them but only managing to coat her eyelashes even more.

When she finally manages to peel her eyes open, spitting the last of Klaus’ blood out of her mouth, she is met with the faces of two shocked vampires and one vampire who is laughing his ass off. Kol’s laughter is infectious— especially because she’s been holding back giggles since the start of their ruse— and soon she is joining him, laughing so hard she falls backwards again into the goo.

For a moment there is silence— only the sound of her and Kol’s laughter— before it gives way to Klaus’ deathly calm voice. “What the hell is going on here?”

She pushes herself up on an elbow, flashing him a scarlet drenched smile— she would give anything to see her crimson teeth right now. She runs her tongue over them to enhance the point.

“Did I scare you?”

His eyes flash with black. “Did you scare me—”

“Yes, you scared us!” Elijah’s red hands wrap around her forearms, hauling her into his chest without a care for his white shirt. “May I ask why?”

Elijah’s chest shudders, his arms curling around her waist. He wasn’t lying— he’s terrified. He smells like cooking oil and metal but she doesn’t care— he’s too warm for her to mind. His lips press against her forehead and she almost feels bad.

Almost.

A hand wraps around her hair from behind, yanking her back from his brother’s chest. “What Elijah means to say is can we demand why? Why you would try something like that?”

She dips her head further back, squinting up at the furious blonde. “Oh you already know why, love.”

He rolls his eyes, his jaw clenched but leaning down to brush his cheek against hers regardless. “Indulge me anyway.”

She tilts her head, skimming her tacky lips against his stubble. “To make a point.”

“Oh yeah? And what point might that be?”

“That I am fragile—” she pulls upright, turning in Elijah’s arms and dropping the cheshire grin— “that you can’t protect me all the time—” she pushes forward, crawling onto Klaus’ drenched lap— “that I need to be like you.”

He sighs, his forehead dropping against hers, his hands curling around her jaw. “This again?”

Her arms hook around his neck, fingers tangling in his blonde hair. “You know I’m right.”

Klaus’ shoulders slump, his golden eyebrows knitting together. “Does it have to be right now?”

“Your blood is already in my system.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”

She smiles back at him, leaning in for what she hopes is one last human kiss. “Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?”

He only sighs, shaking his head as Kol laces his fingers with hers. She turns to the brown eyed vamp just in time to see him pass her a mischievous wink.

It is the last thing she sees before the world around her goes dark.

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She wakes feeling significantly less sticky than she had when she blacked out— and significantly more hungry. She can’t remember the last time her throat was dry like this. Is she catching a cold? She shifts slightly, her elbow piling into a pillow underneath her. The pillow grunts.

Not a pillow.

Kol rises beside her, pressing a hand to her chest until she falls back against the mattress and then rolling on top of her, sinking his face against her neck. The words he mumbles into her skin make her dead heart stop in the best way.

“I told you that plan would get you killed.”

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stonedgilbert · 3 years

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how has everything jeremy's been through affected his ability to hold relationships? not necessarily romantic.

genuinely, jeremy... doesn’t have any ability to maintain relationships whatsoever. and it does seem like a bit of an over exaggeration when i say it, but it’s... true. and - it’s not even really just the supernatural stuff. even before all that happened, he was suffering socially and generally just not very adept at forming bonds to other people.

it starts with growing up without any friends of his own - the people he hung out with pre-his parents’ deaths were in large part just... elena’s friends. given his struggles with school and the sheer amount of time he had to pour into schoolwork with the help of his parents in order to keep some sort of decent grade point average, when the school year was in session, he genuinely didn’t have time for friends. he got home from school and started working on homework, and because he couldn’t do it, he’d usually end up working until his parents got fed up with attempting to help him and just gave him the answers so they could actually relax for the day - and that’s a large reason why he gets into art. it’s something he can do that doesn’t require other people, that takes his mind off of school, and helps him unwind after an entire day of stressing about things that he just doesn’t understand. it’s only sort of exacerbated by the fact that he’s naturally a very introverted person, and those things come together to create a disaster when it comes to his social life. in his younger years, his only companions were elena’s friends, and he wasn’t blind to the fact that in many ways, he was just viewed as her little brother. someone who followed after them, hung around when they probably didn’t actually want him there... an annoyance. they were the closest thing jeremy had to friends, but he was never blind to the fact that none of them were actually his friends.

and then his parents die and he’s no longer pouring all of that time into school because they’re not there to make him, and he’s in pain so he falls into the “wrong” crowd. he calls those people his friends but he isn’t blind to the fact that in large part, their friendship with him is conditional. they see him as the young kid - a sad puppy, if you will - who started following them around, and they don’t like it, but unlike a lot of them, jeremy comes from a comparatively wealthy family, and he’s got expendable income. he’s looking for attention, any sort of companionship, so he’s always willing to cover the tab for “party favors”, and at times even dips into the family medicine cabinet to bring them something stronger of the prescription variety. they let him stick around because he brings something to the table for their own habits, and they don’t actually care about him. even vicki, whom jeremy became infatuated with, in large part did stick around because of it as well. it’s all conditional, the sort of thing where none of them care if he stops showing up one day, apart from being a bit sad that they now have to find another way to pay for what it is that he’d previously paid for. (this, of course, is most obvious because of the vampire things, and how when his life starts getting consumed by the supernatural, none of them ever reach out to see why he stopped hanging out with them)

and then when all the supernatural stuff starts happening, he’s dragged into it, and he just doesn’t. have. time. to make friends. there’s so much other stuff going on that maintaining a normal social life just isn’t something he can do, and the first person he properly calls a friend is kol when he goes to denver - only to later find out that no, kol wasn’t his friend, it was all an act, and THAT, right there, is probably the Big Thing that messes jeremy up. the only person he has ever gotten to know that he thought had been a friend for genuine reasons, was someone who was only using him, keeping tabs on him, and so he... withdraws. after denver, and finding the truth out about kol, jeremy DOES NOT call anyone his friend. mentally, he can’t make that connection. he could hang out with someone every day, call them just to talk, but he physically. can. not. call. them. a. friend. it doesn’t matter what - he can’t. he keeps people at arms’ length, both because of the fact that he’s been hurt by everyone who’s ever gotten close to him (let’s not forget the fact that anna only befriended him/flirted with him so she could Literally Feed Him To Her Mother when she got the tomb open), and because... the people he knows seem to drop like flies. in jeremy’s mind, friends are dangerous. friends are only opportunities for you to get hurt, because they’re either using you or they’re going to die.

in some ways, i could even attribute all of this to why jeremy’s feelings for kai are largely romantic, because... he doesn’t know how to be dedicated to someone in any way that’s not romantic. he’s seen what stefan and damon do for his sister, so he looks at it like “i would do this for kai, so therefore i must love him”. it’s why i do call his feelings for kai an infatuation, more than anything else, because to him, it’s the only thing he really understands. romantic infatuation. kai is the closest jeremy allows himself to having a friend, but because he is 1) physically/sexually attracted to him, and 2) has never had a friend before, he labels it love, a crush, whatever you want to call it, because he has kept literally every other person he’s ever met/gotten close to at arms’ length.

and then, when he leaves mystic falls and moves on from that, he... doesn’t make friends. doesn’t keep any personal relationships. because he’s never actually had to make a friend before, he doesn’t know how. in most verses post-mystic falls, (excluding legacies, bc i obviously have a different story for him there in order to make it possible for me to write in the legacies universe), he... lives alone. works odd jobs. has people who might be familiar with him, maybe casual acquaintances, but no friends. no people he has a beer with on a friday night after a long work week. just. people who he says a friendly word or two to, who might notice if he stops showing up, but only after a couple of weeks (as he usually sticks to a routine, so after a while i feel that his absence Would be noticed, but it’d take a while). and he doesn’t have a romantic life - he has people he’s gone on a date with, once, maybe twice, even more people who he’s only met once for a one night stand, but no... meaningful connections. because he’s never HAD to make a meaningful connection before, he doesn’t know how, and he goes through life not having those connections, until if/when he meets an extrovert who just goes “great you’re my friend now” and essentially forces their way into his life. EVEN THEN, he wouldn’t acknowledge them as a friend, even though they WOULD be.

but yeah. tl;dr is that not only did jeremy’s mental health suffer after everything he went through, but his social health as well, because he largely didn’t get the opportunity to develop the social skills that a lot of kids/teens do, and because of that he generally doesn’t really even know How to make/maintain relationships of any kind

#i will say that the little paragraph about kai is rlly only for like #canon/non-rp jeremy's feelings towards kai #when it gets to the realm of rp dynamics it obviously changes depending on the kai i'm writing with #that's just how he feels in my own personal version of canon events #kahterina #❪ 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙲𝙰𝚃. ❞ ‖ headcanon.#❪ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚂𝙷𝚈. ❞ ‖ save.

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ok i rewrote and revised my letter! let me know what you think

2/9/19

Rabbi Randy,

As our Into class comes to an end, a lot has been on my mind. My spirituality, my values; how my perception of the world has changed as I solidify my Jewish identity, especially as a young woman. I spent a few hours poring over journal entries dating back all the way to 2016 this Shabbat, and a consistent theme stood out in all of them: an overwhelming, genuine urge to live an authentic Jewish life. I read, thrown back into the innocent curiosity, the puppy love, the childlike fascination with Jews and Judaism that began with a book. The Chosen, the very first Jewish book I read, and I’m sure I’ve told you this story before; I’ll spare the details.

Anyway, those first inklings of interest, say, early 2016, were academic. I was a vehement atheist born to a family of atheists. Then again, who has a nuanced understanding of religion and people-hood at sixteen? My atheism was an obstinate, cynical world view triggered by traumatic experiences with Christianity. When I picked up The Chosen, though...I was slapped right across the face. Judaism was the first thing that challenged my philosophies; it forced me into an entirely foreign universe I never thought I’d know, need or understand. It taught me empathy foremost, in those early days...studying Judaism exhorted me to bear the burden of others, to feed the hungry (a MAZON seminar comes to mind), comfort the weary. Looking at my journal, an entry dated 3/3/17 elaborates on the effects of antisemitism in America, and next to that a newspaper cut out of a Magen David. It wasn’t quite personal then, but it was something I wouldn’t have looked twice at a few years earlier. It disturbed me deeply.

Then, mid-late 2017. The journal entries shifted, as you’d expect; I’d been exhaustively involved in reading and researching by then. I see a lovingly inscribed entry detailing, religiously, my first Kabbalat Shabbat at CRC. 7/1/17. The smells, the melodies, my friends, the birthday celebration of two elderly men who loved baseball. “A deep, riveting admiration for something ancient and pulsing with life.” That puppy-love stage was in full effect, my love of Judaism and its personal implications blossomed over the springtime, although its fragrance wasn’t entirely sweet: I was forced to confront my identity and ask myself that looming question. Do I want to become a Jew?

That question threw me for a loop. It was an emotionally intense time. I confided to my closest friend that, although it may sound absurd, converting to Judaism was something I was interested in. I remember crying myself to sleep some nights because the decision was so massive, so heavy, so entirely suffocating for someone with no background in religion, no sense of community or family. Eventually, though, my fate did not seem so dire, and I came to my senses: I loved Judaism. I loved it, I love it. One of the first things that stood out to me and comforted me was the Jewish emphasis on family, something I never experienced. I clung to it: how someone’s always there for you; how you’re adopted into world-wide support network called the Tribe. How no matter where you travel, anywhere in the world, someone will enthusiastically invite you over for Shabbat lunch. How, because you are Jewish, you will never suffer alone.

That, then, began my serious resolve to be Jewish, do Jewish and live Jewish.

Ever since I met with you on 11/21/17 (I have an entry for that, too!), my life has been a foray into Jewishness. You told me to start observing Shabbat and Yom Tov, and I did so with vigor: I bought a chanukiah, acquired the shiniest candlesticks I could, and read every book the local library had regarding proper observances. I look back on my first few holidays and laugh now, playfully admonishing myself for my mistakes and mishaps. But that’s the fun, right? If I learned anything from this week’s Parsha (Terumah), it’s that the means are more much important than the end, the intention more meaningful than the actualization. Late 2017 to early 2018 was all that: learning, doing, experiencing, interacting, existing with a fat dose of humility. Organizing a basic Jewish vocabulary, and through Shabbat services and working with the community, pinning down what it means to live a Jewish life.

Enter 2018! This was, perhaps, the most frustrated and chaotic year on my Journey to Jewish. To start, it was my last semester of high-school. Everything, and I mean Everything, was dependent on my graduation—most saliently my own happiness and sanity. My synagogue attendance was dwindling, my ambition and motivation was all but absent. I’ve always suffered from depression and severe anxiety, but its clutch tightened horribly those first few months. I managed to attend a Kol Nidre service in early September—and, it remains one of my most beautiful and cherished memories to date. December, I know, was the hardest. Between my Catholic father making crusade jokes and my Jesus-obsessed mother spewing casual antisemitism, between unending loads of coursework and no free time, I felt my spirit literally withering. This never weakened my resolve to live Jewishly, but some days I just couldn’t bring myself to enact the values I knew I held in my heart. Some days Judaism felt like a beloved friend, and others Judaism felt like a stranger. Nevertheless I continued to live as Jewish a life I could, but even kindling the Chanukah candles felt joyless. I was like Tevye standing in the middle of the woods, anguished, as his horse refused to budge. Through all of it, though—the sadness, numbness, friction—I was never, ever, once deterred. That’s how life is sometimes. But to be a Jew, as our own Reb Tevye zealously insisted, you must have hope.

And I did. This is when Judaism became real to me, when I realized it was a part of my life and etched into my very being. If I could live Jewishly, study, be a part of my community and find solace while also dealing with these hardships, this was clearly meant to be. I’ve been using “us” and “we” pronouns for a few months now, referring to myself as Jewish even though I’ve yet to immerse in a mikveh. When our class visited the Holocaust museum, the loss and heartache I felt was profoundly intimate...a personal loss, the loss of family I never had the opportunity to know and love. I had never experienced anything like that before, and it continues to haunt me. I’ve been the target of hateful and ignorant remarks. People have glowered at my Magen David; they’ve called me names and insulted me. “Christ killer, money hoarder, dirty Jew.”

But, and I’m a bit weepy remembering this, living Jewishly (and loudly at that) is a blessing. Maybe two summers ago I catered to an older family for their son’s graduation party. An uncle approached me, blinked at my Magen David and muttered “bless you.” I was visibly shaken; I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Later in the evening the grandmother touched my shoulder and asked, “are you Jewish?” I told her I was a conversion student. She embraced me, dug out dreidels from her kitchen drawer, and told me that she was separated from her Judaism during childhood. That it was too dangerous for her to practice, that she wanted to go back to synagogue now that she was safe. I encouraged her daughter to finally have her bar mitzvah. My heart was full. Another memory I’m fond of: wishing a stranger chag Pesach sameach and Shabbat Shalom on the street. He was wearing a kippah. The smile on that man’s face was unforgettable.

Those moments, to me, were godly. Actions are a conduit of holiness; I’ve learned that over the years. To act with intent and sanctify the mundane is second nature to us. A bracha, a kind word, charity, song...everything is a vessel for godliness.

Fast forward a bit: 2019. As I grew into my adult identity, so did I into my Jewish identity. I had my 18th birthday, graduated, passed my driving test. I began to wrap my hair on Shabbat, meditate on the Sh’ma swathed in a tallit, give tzedakah. Often times I sat in the little CRC classroom and pondered on the application of my learning: how it translated into my everyday life, how it reconciled with my values as a progressive woman in today’s society...but mostly, I think, I thought about how at home I felt. I walk into CRC and immediately feel at peace; a part of a family, the member of a loving household. I walk into the sanctuary and about a dozen people are ready to greet me with big, heartfelt smiles. It melts me every single time.

Alright, I’ll quit boring you with all this schmaltz.

I’m not sure that there was one definite moment when I knew, for sure, that being Jewish was the right choice for me. In fact, to assume all that soul searching could fit into one tiny, fleeting, ephemeral moment is ridiculous...as you know from the absurd length of this letter, which is only a minute fraction of my story. Seriously, I could go on, and on, and on; but I digress. Sitting at our Sukkot celebration and dancing with all the other people, looking up through the sukkah and marveling at the hanging plants and leaves. Baking challah on Friday morning and realizing that somewhere, other Jewish women are doing the exact same thing. Feeling warm summer wind on my face, seeing fireflies flicker through the bushes and knowing that HaShem is there. Touching my siddur to the Torah for the first time and bristling, feeling as though something breathed new life into me. Group Aliyah, a guiding hand on my shoulder as we chant the brachot in clumsy unison…

Each moment (and many more, and yet more to come) reaffirmed the fact that Judaism is my home. Ruth said it more succinctly and eloquently than I ever could: Your people shall be my people, and your God shall be my God.

Randy, I never thought I’d be doing this. Ever. Looking back at the learning and growing I’ve done, reading those journals and reminiscing on my journey, I can firmly say, if you agree, I’m ready to enter this Covenant officially.

Thank you for everything, as always,

Zoë

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Eight/Kol Mikaelson Smut

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request: Can you do a Kol Mikaelson smut, where your Hope's bestfriend and he secretly likes you.. it gets heated, and when you guys finish Hope walks in... (obvi Hope and them are older) THANKS!!!

"Hope we'd better get a move on if we don't want to be late." I called out to my best friend. Hope and I had been best friends since we were five. So of course I knew about her family, I myself am a heretic. Fresh one at that, Hope's mom is very close to my own resulting in us being close. Now Elijah was the one who was around the most. Rebekah just bounced back and forth, and then there was Kol. He seemed to start coming around more when Hope and I got older. I will admit that he is very attractive but technically he's Hope's uncle and I feel like things were be weird between her and I. Although it's not like he would like me anyway, "Hello Darling." I heard from behind me and I turned around revealing Kol and not Hope who I was expecting. "Where's Hope?" I asked curiously, at this point there was no way that we wouldn't be late. "My dear old brother needed her to attend to something. Shouldn't be long now but until then I thought I'd keep you company." He said with a smirk, "Why?" I asked but it came out harsher than I meant. He raised a brow at me, "Is it a crime to want to be around a pretty girl?" He asked, "I suppose not." I stated. Wait he just called me pretty? When people were around Kol usually acted as if I didn't exist. Sometimes I actually wondered if I had cloaked myself, he avoided me like the plague. "You know there's just been this thing clawing at me." He said and my ears perked up. "What's that?" I asked him curiously, "You see you make me feel this type of way." He explained, "That could mean a number of things, Kol. Care to elaborate?" I asked, did I make him want to murder or hug puppies? "I believe the term I'm looking for is smitten." He said taking a few steps towards me. Did Kol Mikaelson just say that he was smitten with me? "Wait you are?" I said and he chuckled with a nod. "I thought you hated me." I said relieved. "Why would you think that?" He asked as he took another step towards me and my back hit the table as I backed up. His fingers rested on the table on either side of me, "Well it's just that you ignored me?" I said as if trying to jog his memory. "Well I like to think of myself as a confident stud but you seem to make me nervous." He admitted, "Nervous? I make you nervous? Do you hear how fast my heart is beating?" I asked and he chuckled once again. "Is it safe to assume that you may also be smitten with me?" He asked trying to sound cocky but there was a hint of nervousness in his voice. "I believe it would be safe to assume that." I said looking into his eyes that captivated mine. His eyes weren't looking back at mine, his eyes were focused on my lips. Without warning he smashed his lips against mine. My hands immediately flew to his hair as his arms wrapped around my waist. His lips were just as soft as I had imagined, his lips meshed with mine. It was messy and fast but neither of us minded. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he used his vamp speed and ran to his room. Once the door was slammed shut my back was pressed against it. He had kept me pressed against the door as he pulled away from the kiss and ripped my blouse open. Hope and I go to a very prestigious school and we wear uniform and that's where we were going. In the moment I didn't care as I heard the buttons hit the ground. "My god." He gushed as he stared at my chest. His lips attached to my flesh that wasn't covered by a bra. He sucked harsh purple marks that healed in seconds, but that definitely didn't deter him it only seemed to motivate him. He dropped me to my feet and he looked down at me licking his swollen lips. You could cut the tension in that room with a knife, he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head revealing his toned body. My mouth watered at the sight and I almost let a moan slip past my lips. He smirked at me as he cupped my face gently and pressed his lips to mine. This kiss was a lot different than the first, this one was slow and full of care. But I could tell that, that wasn't cutting it for him. He flipped us around and sped us over to the bed before pushing me down on my back. In the moment it only seemed like Kol and I were the only ones in existence so went he took my bra off and sucked on my nipple I didn't think twice about moaning out his name. "That's what I like to head." He mumbled against my skin. At this point my panties were soaked and my clit was throbbing. Kol reached his hands under my skirt and hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down painfully slow. He pushed my legs apart and I literally saw his cock harden in his pants as he saw how wet I was. "A sight for sore eyes." He chuckled as he leaned forward pressing his lips to my neck, his clothed core grazed against my pussy causing me to buck my hips for more friction. He groaned against my skin, "I need you." I whispered, "What was that? I didn't quite catch it." He said with a smirk. That bastard damn well heard me, "I need you!" I moaned, "Please Kol." I said almost inaudible but he heard me, he unbuckled his pants and pushed them halfway down his legs. He held both of my thighs as he positioned himself at my entrance, I felt the tip of his cock and I involuntary bucked my hips forward. "Fuck." He groaned as the head of his cock entered my tight pussy. He couldn't hold himself back any longer, he just pounded into me. My hands clutched his biceps for dear life, my eyes were squeezed shut that I hadn't even noticed that I was siphoning from him until his hands pinned mine above my head. "Oh my god!" I moaned out, there was this overwhelming amount of pleasure rushing through my body. "Open your eyes!" Kol groaned and my eyes snapped open and met his dark ones. "Kol." I whispered feeling myself close to the edge, "Say it louder!" He moaned as he continued to pound into me, "Fuck Kol!" I screamed out as that little string inside of me snapped and I came, clenching around his hard cock. "Christ." He muttered as he came, he and I were both panting messes. All I could hear was the sound of my blood rushing, meaning I didn't hear when Hope burst through the door. Kol was still inside of me as we both heard her Gasp. Kol quickly pulled out of me and I quickly gathered my clothes putting them on as fast as I could, I held the front of my shirt together since Kol had ripped the buttons off. She covered her eyes and screamed, "Gross." She muttered. "Is it safe?" She asked, "Yeah." We both said in unison, Kol and I looked at each other nervously wondering if we had just ruined everything. Hope uncovered her eyes and we both looked at her, I opened my mouth to apologize but Hope cut me off. "Finally." She said looking at the both of us, Kol and I looked at each other totally confused. "What?" I asked, "It was so annoying the way you guys would pine over each other. Bekah and I had a bet looks like she lost." Hope said with a smile, "But this is still gross." She turned to leave, "I have another shirt in my room you can borrow. We're late." Hope said exiting the room, Kol and I just looked at each other trying to comprehend the situation. "I think I have to go." I said tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, I was suddenly all nervous. He stood up holding the sheet to his lower half as he walked over to me. "Eight." He said and I raised a brow, "I'm taking you on a date." He said with a smirk as he looked up and down my body. I nodded and he pressed his lips to mine, "Stop making out! We need to leave!" We heard Hope yell and we both laughed.

#kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson smut #kol mikaelson imagine #the originals #the orginals smut #the orignals imagine #vampire diaries #vampiredaires #vampirediariesmut #vampire diaries imagine

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sicklyscribe · 7 years

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The Originals! (You have fallen for my trap. Half the reason I reblogged that meme was to get you to reblog it. :P)

I kind of suspected. But I kind of wanted to use this as an exercise to test my own objectivity. Trying to narrow it down to 5…

5 things I would change about The Originals:

Gonna put this under a read-more, in case people don’t want to see negativity. I know it’s hard for me sometimes. Just know all of this comes from a place of love and passion, and ultimately a betrayal of trust in a narrative that I had held higher than pretty much any other for a long time.

1. The framing of Elijah’s development (including the development of H/E) He needed to be framed as the ‘good’ brother in season one, but the ‘true love’ treatment of H/E from s1 onward really doesn’t make sense for him, and it skews and twists a lot of things concerning him when the writing tries to make Elijah Elijah-like when this uncharacteristic bit is hanging over it all. He also needed the arcs he was given in later seasons, but they were much too quickly picked up and dropped, and that also hurt his development. He deserves more nuanced consideration, even if he couldn’t have gotten more screen time.

2. The depiction of Kol: Again, with the idea that slapping a true love label on a man can prime him for any kind of behavior the story calls for. I don’t care if he falls madly in love with someone, even true love, but if you don’t spend time exploring how he goes from centuries of literal sadism and psychopathy to a sweet puppy who just wants to be Good for his lady, then don’t. Do it. Instead, make him struggle. Make him do everything he did in s3, but without being ‘cursed’. Have Davina wish it was a curse, try to prove it was a curse, and not want to believe that his love for her isn’t a cure-all. I can forgive “he’s calmer and nicer when he’s human, because vampiric urges and emotions were what ruined him” in s2, but when he turns back into a vampire again, and he’s pretty much A-Okay because he has True Love? That’s weak, and it’s embarrassing, and it could have been easily changed to something just as beautiful but with depth and justification.

3. Camille’s ending arc: Here is what I would have wanted. My issues with this can be found… anywhere on my asks tag or anamysis tag.

4. Strengthening the Hope thread of the narrative foundation in season 3, overall: A lot of the reason the general direction of s3 fell flat is because it tried to move both forward and backward (advance the plot while filling in the Mikaelson lore) without its anchor. Hope is that anchor. The Trinity mentioned her maybe twice? Absolutely ridiculous. I don’t think she needs to have a scene or a plot in every episode, but a lot of season three acted as if other focal points could take Hope’s place, and that is a huge reason why it didn’t work. Along this same vein, in order to heighten drama over Camille and Davina’s passing, the writing specifically avoids just how much danger Rebekah was in at the time of Lucien’s death. I’m not saying the characters should have acted differently, or felt differently, but having Kol confront Freya about what she did, and not talking about how it was to save their sister, who they both adored? Having Klaus absolutely broken over how much he’d hurt Marcel, and Freya specifically citing Camille as the reason Lucien had to die when he did, and not even give Rebekah a passing word? It just feels so so shoddy. In general, relationships were downplayed or overplayed in order to shape the narrative, when the relationships should have been the shaping force.

5. I thought that I couldn’t come up with a fifth, and that made me really happy, but then I remembered that the werewolf lore is all over the place. It’s not really necessary for it to be fixed in order for me to be content with the show, but it’s a pet peeve of mine and I would loooooooove to just get the kinks ironed out.

#asks #jen oh jen you make me want to write meta again

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Hope: Can I sit there?

Y/n: ..That's my lap

Hope: I know what I said

Y/n, sighing: Sure, come here

Y/n and Hope basically just cuddling the entire time*

Kol: Why can't we be like that?

Davina: Do you want me to answer that honestly?

Kol: ...no

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Sub Kol Mikaelson headcannons

At the start of your guys' relationship, he tried to be the dominant one and it worked for only a short time before it became clear to you that he was submissive

Though you already had a clue, I mean come on, the poor boy has been basically alone and pushed to the side for a better part of a thousand years

You need to give him so many praises, and not just in the bedroom, he needs it more than he lets on

He's extremely touch starved

He loves anything to do with your boobies (as he calls them on a day-to-day basis), having one in his mouth, holding them, playing with them, nuzzling his face into them, you name it

Will just bury his face into your boobs while half his body is on you, and will pout when you guys have to get up

He absolutely loves it when you guys have skin to skin contact. Whether that be just holding hands or being naked and cuddled up on your bare chest or stomach

You introduce him to the book Peter Pan by reading it to him every night and by the end of the book he has more than a few words to pick with how Peter acts toward the poor fairies

^he always turns down liking fairies, but you know for a fact he loves them. (You may or may not have caught him watching the pirate fairy while you came back early from shopping with Rebekah)

In public, he may seem like the dominant one in your relationship, but once behind closed doors, it's the complete opposite

He loves it whenever you stand up for him against his family, knowing that someone cares about him that much to argue with the older original vampires while most people would quiver in fear about even thinking of saying the things you've said to Elijah and Klaus

He secretly loves it when you baby him...Like seriously ��, poor baby didn't exactly have a good childhood and then being basically by himself over a thousand years except when his siblings daggered him

Will immediately cuddle into you as soon when you sit on the couch or bed

He has the energy of a golden retriever when he's really excited and will quite literally not stop moving until he passes out on your lap

Holding him as he cries when he wakes up from nightmares while he clings to you and nuzzles his face into your chest

He loves playing games with your guys' hands, off in his own world as you watch him have a cute concentrated look

Wants to cuddle with you all day

He tries to make you breakfast in bed for your birthday, but by the end, you banned him from ever using the kitchen without supervision first

^after getting rid of the flames and mess, you decided to just hold him tightly in your arms - that way he couldn't escape without your knowledge

When he gets really subby, you hold him close and kiss his forehead, babying him while you guys stay together the entire day

He flashes his puppy dog eyes when you have to leave or to join you in the shower

His siblings at one point caught you guys cuddling on the couch, with his body basically on top of yours, and his head nuzzled into your neck

Elijah, Freya, and Rebekah let it be, knowing that their brother is happy with someone. Klaus on the other hand got multiple paintbrushes thrown at him by you, for teasing Kol about it

When you were painting your nails one time, he asked you to also paint his light green. his smile was so big, seeing how his nails also now looked pretty too

Loves it when you suck lovebites onto his neck, but then pouts when they disappear from the fast healing

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