#devilfated

positivity for @devilfated from anonymous

𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙖. I would be remiss so as to ignore the significance of today, especially after Mikael's passing. You alone are my living proof of who Klaus is. If not for this wonderful game of cat and mouse, both our lives would be a little dull, don't you think? Our fates were always destined for each other, Katerina. I don't subscribe to the idea that being a vampire somehow means your birthdays don't matter. Take this day to enjoy yourself. I'll see you soon.

Xoxo, Klaus

⠀⠀⠀⠀for a moment, katherine simply stared at the note. then she read it again. and unlike the anonymous insults from earlier, unlike the ridiculous attempts to get under her skin from faceless strangers hiding behind messages, this one actually managed to send a chill crawling down her spine.

⠀⠀⠀⠀her gaze lifted immediately. the room; the hallway; the windows. nothing appeared out of place. which somehow made it worse because there was no hint (other than the note) that he or someone who belonged to him had been here.

⠀⠀⠀⠀slowly, she folded the letter. "of course." a dry laugh escaped her. "because what is a birthday without klaus mikaelson reminding me that he's apparently incapable of respecting basic boundaries?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀the smile that followed looked effortless. only someone watching very carefully might have noticed how cold her eyes had become. his timing was as irritatingly precise as ever. and the fact that the note had appeared where she could have sworn there had been nothing moments before did absolutely nothing to improve her mood. still, she refused to give him the satisfaction of fear.

Nerves kept Kolviður silent, a considerable rarity. His feet — fastened tightly inside black Italian brogues, freshly polished — touched down on the pavement first, leading a group of apparent misfits from a batch of midnight black Bentley's onto Tribeca's cobbled streets. Countless industrial buildings surrounded them, red-brick residential properties mixed with chic boutiques & specialty stores adding to the neighbourhood aesthetic. The footfall, even with a pitch black sky overhead, would keep the bloodsuckers well-fed for at least a week, given the chance...

The coven, known as the Blóðlínan, displayed an energy that felt a little chaotic & unrestrained. Each of them wore tailored Saint Laurent — mostly black with minor spiffy details in white & crimson — sporting velvet lapels sharp like blades & silk crests with matching Norse runes in assorted spots. They carried unique details on their attire which highlighted distinctive portions of their undead personas, a reminder that while the coven unified them, they remained complex, differing individuals. Kolviður was the only male without a tie, white shirt unbuttoned at the top to reveal a Vegvísir shaped necklace & an antique lapel pin from 15th century Florence, gifted by a witch long deceased. The symbolism of both remained incredibly important.

Niklaus' forgettable pawns arrived to meet the more handsome, capable bunch at the building's entrance. The lobby was sleek with polished elitism as the Blóðlínan walked resembling a tireless pack of wolves heading into a marble palace of lions, each of them itching to make themselves known. They were soon escorted into an old spacious freight elevator with smooth black painted metal & faint detailing carved into freshly renovated stone compliments. Kol was offered a generous amount of distance once inside, almost as if the welcome had been tirelessly rehearsed, though the same amount of respect wasn't given to his entourage — they'd had a number of scuffles over the past half millennia, most of them pointless, so the tension was no shock to anyone present. Soon after, following a period of intense stares & knowing cocky grins, the elevator came to a sudden stop on the upper level penthouse.

Kolviður stepped outside first, leading the way. Their guides stepped back into the elevator & returned to the concourse — the lack of escape routes made the ancient vampire stiff, though his smirk read more along the lines of familiarity. He'd been to countless of these parties, lavish with hidden intentions held by supernatural hosts, & yet hadn't been snuffed. Everything, wherever you looked, was grand and overdone. Black marble floors, deep crimson velvet sofas, dark oak details with golden light spilling out from the chandeliers. Massive windows arched, floor-to-ceiling, & allowed moonlight to shine into the spacious apartment from an open balcony — ironic, given the hosts were a pack of disruptive, murderous lycans.

He couldn't see his immortal brother just yet, nor sound him out over the blaring orchestral melodies, & so he decided to walk over to the bar, consuming everything sensually along the way. Oil paintings hung along the walls, some of them by Niklaus, others by famed artists from centuries past. The lighting was low, subtle & ambient — shadows danced along the walls, following a number of vampires, witches, dogs & assorted supernatural beings as they moved in polished circles, some whispering their politics, others lounging assertively. The whole affair was a declaration of his elder brothers dominance... Kol quickly picked up a blood cocktail, not saying a word to anybody as his coven mixed with the crowd, carefully picking out the expressions to identify any oddities or threats. You can never be too careful.

canon questionare.

Most of her non canon pairings honestly especially when they're shipped "romantically" just bc they're two hot people. Shes been alive 500 years and had 3 actual loves.

I can't stand Mikaelson hopping for her for ships either, Elijah and her had a very different dynamic she would not have with any of the rest of them without a LOT of work and even then probably not she barely trusts Elijah enough to date him.

She will absolutely fuck and have a good time that's not out of the question at all, she likes to use sex as a tool and a dopamine rush when its good- but as far as romantic ships go?

A lot of them are forced at best and it ruins the whole ship for me. I have never believed in "they look good together so lets ship!" no. I will play her correctly over a fantasy ship any day and i will not apologize lmfao.

If she's shipping with your muse and we have not talked it out extensively, and had them interact to solidify the chemistry she is USING your muse that is not a romantic ship, thats a pretty parasite thats bleeding you dry till shes done with her use for you.

"I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable."

                        the   witch   can't   help   but   scoff   at   the   hybrid      ,      eyes   rolling   with   a   subtle   shake   of   her   head      .      he   was   honest   about   those   things      ,      about   the   way   that   he   came   off      &      the   way   that   he   had   handled   situations   and   the   people   that   he   felt   had   betrayed   him      ,      or   he   believed   would   soon   betray   him      .      davina   had   been   on   the   opposite   end   of   his   wrath   many   times      ,      but   it   wasn't   something   that   she   couldn't   handle   and   something   that   she   had   fought   back   against      &      won      .      '      i   think   that   you   forget   who   you   are   talking   to      .      i   know   how   much   of   a   monster   you   are      .      '      words   come   out   like   venom      ,      gaze   unwavering   from   him   as   she   speaks      ,      watching   his   features      &      movements   carefully      .

               '      you   did   kill   me      ,      poisoned   me      &      Tim      .      only   I   am   the   only   one   who   survived      .      so   if   you're   looking   for   me   to   tell   you   otherwise      ,      to   tell   you   how   changed   you   are      ---      i'm   not   the   one   to   ask      .      '      she   was   helping   him   because   he   was   helping   her      &      they   had   a   common   enemy   to   defeat   in   order   to   save   the   ones   they   loved      .      '   now      ,      if   you're   done   overindulging   yourself   in   how   mighty      &      dangerous   you   are      ,      we   should   focus   on   what   needs   to   be   done      .      '