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KLAROLINE DRABBLE

DISCLAIMER: MAJOR ANGST WARNING! ANGST WITH TRAGEDY WARNING!

Don't tell me I didn't tell you so. I mean it, there is no happy ending at all. Now go snivel and sob and wail.

The Hollowed Sun

“Now folks, we’ll be switching to on-site live news coverage from the crime scene itself, brought to you by Logan Fell—now Hello Logan do you copy?”

“Hello yes, Yes Andi I copy. I’ll take it from here—

Good evening viewers of Mystic Falls, first and foremost before I begin today’s coverage, I’d like to take a moment to express my heartfelt condolences to the victim’s family and friends…..”

Allowing this jackass news coverage of such a sensitive story is just all kinds of wrong, I mean who the hell says ‘heartfelt condolences’ with a smile that could be on a Colgate Ad stuck to their face. I mean God, but more than that, this is seriously heartbreaking, I mean how many more until the Feds up and do something, this situation is getting so out of hand I mean—

“See now that’s not something Caroline would say, she’s not so inconsiderate to start of with that buffoon twattling on the telly and end with the victim, she’d address the victim first, and she’d do it while taking out the pasta dough for the sympathy casserole she’s already planning in her head. Now I’d expect the same from you, but your hands are indisposed of, so is your feet and well, so is the rest of your body. All bound up and nowhere to go, so I’d suggest we take it from the top, and this time use the word asshat, she prefers it.”

The blonde, the ninth one so far, held her silence,

A welcome relief from her nattering, respite he was rarely indulged,

This one, he admits, had lasted the longest, didn't cower and leak her bowels like the rest, well if she retched her insides out, he’d hoped it was out of disgust than fear, the closest simulacrum to Caroline’s ire,

Very mouthy this one and equally indulgent of his whims, and very pliant to his ‘soul’ so to speak, but endearing she was not, the bloody harridan was grating on the skin let alone nerves, the women prattled off such incredulity, he firmly believed that half the things she said she didn't even hear it come out of her own mouth, lips mouthing ceaselessly about his redemption, healing, salvation.

That he wasn’t too far gone, that he wasn’t heartless, merely has misplaced it.  

Bloody told him she knew his heart, that she could help him if he’d just let her,

She entreated, implored with such a beautiful beckoning smile on her face wide and sparkling,

Told him she could feel the choking breath of contrition in his evil, see the light in his anger,

Well he expected a more—visceral reaction from within himself to her demented drivel, but he just settled to draw,

He drew a curve exactly the width of her smile,

On her neck,

With his blade,

He remembers her blood sparkled too.

“…..her identity will not be revealed until the forensics department gives us the green. I’m here standing in the woods behind the infamous Salvatore Boarding House which hasn’t seen human activity anywhere close to the area since well, the Founder’s founding days, and MFPD has found the body of the sixth girl that has turned victim to this town’s first and only serial killer, Officer Donovan just unofficially informed me that the body of the latest victim, does in fact, display all trends of bodily mutilation, chemical poisoning and sedation, the last five victims have shown, but above all, the one common feature the body of all these victim’s share even before coming face to face with their murderer remains to be the fact that the victim was once again another blonde woman. It seems that this towns most prolific killer, which is a title I use very loosely since he is indeed the only killer Mystic Falls has ever seen, is fixated on blonde woman between the age of 22 to 50, the oldest victim so far being 46 years old….”

TO CONTINUE READING

For KCAUWEEK Day 1- Mythological Creatures

Guardian Angel

Snippet:

Caroline was sitting on the ground in the heaven of a little girl named Daisy. She would lie down in the field of flowers and stare at the clouds since the little girl died over 30 years ago. She loved clouds and this was her heaven. Caroline often found herself in her heaven because she loved the innocent peace of it.

The wind was light and cooling, the sky was blue and the sun hid behind various clouds. The smell of the grass mixed with the beautiful flowers was calming to Caroline. She never invaded the girl’s space. Daisy didn’t even know she was there and she never tried to contact her. Caroline simply had a fondness for her heaven.

Caroline wanted no part in the war of fractions who wished to take control of heaven. Many angels could find her if they wanted, but she was of no importance. She was not Naomi, she was not Metatron, and she was not Bartholomew. She was small, quiet Caroline. She followed orders, she kept her head down. She was a soldier, so when the war started, she escaped the chaos into peace. Whoever won their trivial and unimportant war, she would take orders from.

Time meant nothing to angels…years had passed before she was visited by another angel…an archangel, Jerahmeel.

“Give Caroline the life she was meant to have… an immortal life, without you.”

All right, so let me process this whole phrase. The words which catch my eye are “Meant” and “without you”, because bruh, yes, we all know that Caroline Forbes was destined for much more bigger things than Stefan Salvatore, and things that Stefan Salvatore himself could offer her.

 When I heard Cade saying that to Stefan, I instinctively had a throwback Thursday to January 2012, when I watched the scene where Klaus visits dying Caroline and offers her the world out there that is waiting for her.

 “And I could let you die, if that's what you want. If you really believe your existence has no meaning. I thought about it myself, once or twice over the centuries, truth will be told. But I'll let you in on a little secret. There is a whole world out there, waiting for you. Great cities and art and music, genuine beauty. And you can have all of it. You can have a thousand more birthdays. All you have to do is ask.”

 Ok, now back to Cade’s words : “Give Caroline the life she was meant to have… an immortal life, without you.” – so this basically means that Klaus Mikaelson, knew that Caroline Elizabeth Forbes wasn’t supposed to die, because she was meant to have that immortal life.

He also knew it when he told her that he hoped that she’d turn up at his door in a year, or maybe even in a century.

He also knew it when he left that message for her, “maybe one day you’ll let me.”

He also knew it when he promised her the eternal love back on her graduation day. His words were absolutely intentional and he had analyzed his words in a way that no one had.

He also knew it when he promised to leave and never come back because he also knew, that an immortal life that she was destined with, with the plans that fate had for her, she would be his - at last.

Klaus Mikaelson predicted her having an immortal life, and he knew that she was not supposed to die neither in his hands, nor in someone else’s.

 Klaus Mikaelson knew that Caroline was meant to have a thousand more birthdays.

Klaus Mikaelson knew that Caroline was meant to see great cities, and art and music and genuine beauty.

Klaus Mikaelson knew that Caroline was meant to eventually fall for the person who is only capable of doing terrible things, meaning himself.

For me these two scenes ( Cade’s phrase and Klaroline’s interaction in 3x11) parallel each-other on so many levels, that it’s hard to believe that Klaus and Caroline are that golden.

Caroline Forbes was destined to have this immortal life not with Matt, Tyler, Stefan  but Klaus.

With Klaus Mikaelson.

KLAROLINE FALL BINGO POST

In honour of today being Samhain. Here’s an update.

@eliliyah @klarolinefallbingo

It’s a Touch Regrettable

Chapter 2: Dear Departed.

Prompt : Vampires do NOT sparkle.

Ok, disclaimer: I’m taking major, major liberties with the basic supernatural structure of the universe JP has created, I’ve bent a few rules, broken many of em and made many more, now none of these new rules or ‘revised framework’ of the world I’ve created are far too unrealistic or improbable (Like, IDK, a certain magical unicorn zombiefied-sperm baby out of an Australian werewolf joke-of-a-trope, or the redemption story arc of a thousand year old temperamental psychopathic man-child with daddy issues, but apparently c’est la vie.) these rules are perfectly consistent with each other, just somewhat inconsistent with the TVD-verse but hey that’s the entirety of TO so who’s counting anyway?

Summary:

“Now as I was saying, a message to your brother, if you will, tell him;

On the day of Samhain when the full moon is at its apex, we will arrive at the Abattoir, tell him to gather his men close and his family closer, we will arrive bearing a lost token of centuries past belonging to the Mikaelson Name. One of grave importance, Should he choose to neglect my message, tell him regret will eat away at the very marrow of his bones, of that I am sure. After all a chance like this appears only once in a millennium.”

It tickles him, This Caroline women and her missive,

How delightfully ambitious,

It seems the evening's entertainment has been arranged for, do indulge him sweetheart, he's looking forward to it.

After all such Intrepid souls, such audaciously dauntless minds are far and few in between, It's about time he fell in step with another one of your kind.

To read on AO3:

SO THIS IS MY FIRST EVER ASK ANSWER,

7. What’s the last thing you read that made you cry?

Honestly it wasn’t a fic or anything, it was actually, this blinding beam of sunshine’s-  ( @carolineforbae ) comment on my fic ‘It’s a Touch Regrettable’

 This queen left a whole rant underneath the fic, unadulterated emotions flowing and spilling,Just the memory of it makes me wanna curl up on a warm bed of grass and weave flower garlands, that comment’s screenshot is actually my phone’s lockscreen picture. I’m not kidding.

 I’m in a healthy happy married relationship with that comment and we were actually wondering about kids just yesterday, so yeah. 

15. Post the last line you wrote without context.

‘But then she catches sight of Klaus’ face and she knows whats displayed across her eyes, it’s awe, it’s wonder, it’s reverence and most of all it’s such incriminating disbelief, and he knows just as much as she, those emotions only come from an undeserving woman. A woman with her head screwed on right enough to pass sound judgement on herself and decisively assign herself unworthy, but that doesn't stop her from greedily taking what she’s been given so freely, that she will take with thanks but would never pay it back, because how could she?

She is unfit for having it in the first place.’

17. Describe a fic that is still in the ‘ideas’ stage.

I’ll do you one better, here’s the aesthetic for a fic that has like “I came, I saw, I conquered” my mind, (pun intended, you’ll understand in a moment).

It’s been burning out my braincells like it’s on fire. I mean the amount of story plot lines and random dialogues that are literally bursting out of my mind like confetti strings honestly it was just all over the place I needed to calm down and compartmentalise so I did this to give the ideas in my head an image, and I got a bit carried away, clearly.

It’s an Ancient Rome-meets-Roman Gladiator-meets-Enemies to Lovers-meets-Mikael you son of a bitch I require your head on this platter, so please do the needful-meets-Caroline giving sponge baths to a dirty bruised yet victorious gladiator!klaus-meets-SMUT.

20. Do you have a favourite fanfic or author? If so, tag them/post a link and share the love!

The list of authors is too long, too too long, but I can bring it down to one person for you,

FIRST AND FOREMOST, 

Like, 

Lend me your ears my fellow plebes, as we stand in the presence of divine erudition, seasoned and soft yet coarse as velvet rubbed the wrong way, A blazing gloriole burst upon her lovely visage, cut her open and you shall find sands from a thousand realms spill forth, every flutter of her eyelash a turn of a page, Kingdoms have not crumbled at the touch of her hands, but the spine of a hundred tomes of sentiment narrated with unfettered reach have, bent with atlas humility as if to say, ‘have me, all of me’ and she devours. 

Honestly I have no idea how to end this, but the ‘her’ I’m talking about is the one and only,

@cbk1000

DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE HONOUR AND PRIVILEGE I FEEL TO EVEN SAY HER NAME,

LIKE BRO, hold me for a second,

This writer is by far the one writer who has captured Caroline, Klaus, Rebekah and Kol, in the most REALEST way.

Like she knows these characters and presents them to us in their most tragically raw state of being, no dilutions, no misplaced underlining, no flower crowns on their head, they are given to you shrivelled, hurt, broken and aged and you bow your head in reverence.

In their most downtrodden days we will cherish them, in their ugliest cruelest days of such evil no love diminishes, in their most deific of moments your knees will buckle and you will submit.

She does not sugarcoat and downplay the most disgusting aspects of their character, presents it to us as they are and tells us,“Hold them, they burn your hands, but hold them still.” and we will do it, like GOD I’M NOT ARTICULATING THIS WELL, hold on, lemme collect my thoughts 

I MEAN SHE HAS KLAUS KILL A BABY, COOK yes, COOK SAID BABY AND THEN FEED THE ROASTED BABY TO ITS FATHER, ALL UNBEKNOWNST TO SAID FATHER AND I THINK ‘FINALLY, KLAUS AS KLAUS AND NOT KLAUS BUT CENSORED BLUR PLACED ON TOP OF EVERYTHING BUT HIS DICK.’

like does that make sense? I really hope that makes sense.

And OK her writing, like her WRITING itself, like remove Klaroline, remove the originals, remove vampires, werewolves, witches, etc etc, and give her a shoelace to right about and she will BLOW YOUR FCKING MIND AWAY. you will worship that piece of literary wonder, it’s poetry, it’s sacred scriptures, it’s imagery, its a fucking PAINTING.

that’s what it is,

IT’S A PAINTING and it’s A MOVING PICTURE.

She doesn’t create a world for you, no she’s nothing so boorish, she merely rules this universe of hers and she’s magnanimous enough to allow you entry, a visit, stay a few days, EXPERIENCE, LIVE, and then you leave a changed human, and this universe she rules will always have a special place in your heart and soul.

THE DEDICATION this writer shows to research, to historic accuracy, to  literally EVERYTHING that is not necessarily the plot itself, GOD, that deserves a separate spiel for itself, the way she makes everything so AUTHENTIC, her describing the fall of the Romonav dynasty as just another byproduct of Klaus’ recreational machinations, JESUS, LIKE THAT transcends storytelling and now is sitting in a place called shared reverie.

I MEAN GO AND READ,

Wherewith to Sate Its Malice

For the Pikes Must be Together

Five Times the Sinner

AND MOST OF ALL,

AU Original series

KCAUWEEK Day 3- All Human

This is actually a cover for @livingdeadblondequeen for her upcoming idea. I can’t wait for it!

KCAUWEEK Day 5- Different Time Period

I intended it for yesterday but when you read the author’s note you’ll understand.

Snippet:

Caroline watched from the balcony of her home as all the gladiators weathered the scorching heat of the sun as they practice their fighting skills amongst each other. Her eyes searched for the man who invades her dreams and when she found him; a sting of blush colored her cheeks at the sight.

He glistened with sweat caused by his hard work. His chest rose and fell with every shallow breath he took as he charged at his opponent with his wooden sword.

She had seen him in the arena against many opponents and there were times she knew he would win and he never disappointed her…but there were times she thought that today might be the day he dies, she would let out a heavy breath of relief when he emerges victorious and thank the gods for sparing his life. Her time spent admiring him since her father acquired him through slavery had made her care for him.

Stay away from the gladiators her mother always said.

They were brutes she always said.

They were violent she always said.

They were slaves who only wished for freedom her father always said.

Do not converse with them her father always said.

They’re not interested in what you have to say he always said.

When they get their hands on you, they will either kill you or fuck you he always said.

They are men starved of womanly affection and she’s just a faceless cunt to stuff their cock in, he always said.

He would raise hell if anyone of them were to touch her he always said.

So the closest to them she was ever allowed, was the top of the balcony so she may watch from a distance.

Everything’s such a good read and all the art are just so beautiful!