Firecracker

She/her. I post anything that makes me laugh or smile. Prompts are closed

[deadlyflames]

inspo

What if you were the child born of a marriage meant to combine the power of two covens? What if you were conceived to be a symbol of prosperity? What if your mother would lie back while the elders would feed you magic day after day, for the entirety of the nine months when you grew within her womb? 

Why did it shock your coven when you were born hungry?

Why did the elders fear you when they taught you to crave their magic?

Why did they call you hollow when they had been filling you like a glass until you overflowed before you were even born? 

What could you do but learn how to consume so you wouldn't drown in it all?

What could you do but take and take and never know when to stop?

What could you do but curse them all when your mother drove the blade of that axe tipped with silver into your skull?

You were only ever what you were made to be.

[pronoun-note]

Lawlight timeloop au where it resets whenever either of them die so it’s just a competition to kill each other before the other can. Like they both gave up on their goals they’re just having fun trying to kill each other. Like at one point Light just beats L to death in front of the task force

[tunesykari]

Light, an hour into a new time loop, noticing far too late that the helicopter in the distance getting closer is L coming to crash directly onto his head

[kiyomitakada]

[id: reaction image of Willem Dafoe looking up at the sky in horror and despair]

[kedreeva]

I thought y'all might like to see Niagara Falls lit up for Pride.

Hope you had a good one!

[deadlyflames]

Inspo

[deadlyflames]

inspo

[snowbairdd]

- Forgive me, Your Highness, I did not see you. - Your aim would suggest otherwise.

EVER AFTER: A CINDERELLA STORY (1998) dir. Andy Tennant

[velvetcloak]

Victorian Reverse Painted Crystal Intaglio Earrings, 1870

[lucy-harker]

AMY MADIGAN as AUNT GLADYS WEAPONS (2025) dir. Zach Cregger

[sersh]

SOPHIE THATCHER Hair styled by Ericka Verrett ahead of the 2026 Kering Women in Motion Awards during the 79th Cannes Film Festival, May 17th 2026

[deadlyflames]

When Klaus finally broke his curse, he knew that it would hurt.

He had prepared for it, for the pain of his transformation. After all the time he had waited, he knew he could handle it.

The pain of the wolf breaking free from his skin was nothing compared to the pain of keeping it trapped within his ribcage for a thousand years. It was a constant dull ache, a desperate animal slamming itself against his bones as if they were steel bars but never being able to break through. 

With the doppelgängers blood still fresh on his tongue and the full moon hanging high overhead, he felt the first bone snap. And it felt like finally cracking something open that had been sealed for a millennia. 

After a thousand years, Klaus had reached the apex.

After a thousand years, he had set something free in his blood and behind his eyes and now he was being remade into the most powerful creature to walk the earth.

After all his preparation. After all the centuries of waiting, the pain of his bones breaking wasn’t pain at all. 

But he was not prepared for the burn.

Klaus felt her before he saw her. 

The pain she caused was separate from the turning of the wolf. It was not the sharp snap or the dull ache. It was a burn that washed through his flesh and blood like scalding water. The force of it knocked him off his feet and blistered beneath his skin. It left him writhing on the forest floor when he finally saw her emerging from the tree line, lighting his bonfires in her wake. 

The sound of her chanting rose above the howling of the wind and the blazing of the flames. 

It wasn’t a spell. It was a sentencing.

He had shattered through the cage mother nature had trapped him in and now she had sent one of her acolytes back from the grave to drag him back down.

His judge, jury and executioner all wrapped in a five foot two frame.

“No,” he hissed through the pain. The wolf was still trying to break out, but the witch wouldn’t relent. The burn of her magic in his flesh and the transformation fracturing his bones melded together into a single horrific agony. “You were dead.”

She was. He had seen to it himself. He had made certain her heart was no longer beating when he left her corpse on that linoleum floor.

He should have done more to make sure she stayed that way. He should have taken her pretty head as a trophy. 

The witch had her hand outstretched as she continued to chant and twist her magic through him like a cauterizing blade.  

He couldn’t stop the screams that were ripped from his throat. 

Shadows slashed across her face in the glow of the fires and her hair whipped around her like a dark halo. 

She looked vengeful. She looked breathtaking. She looked ancient and terrifying in her bearing but younger than he expected in her features. 

Had she always been that young? 

And she would have killed him, he was certain of that much. If it weren’t for Elijah’s malleable heart, if it weren’t for the siblings he had locked in cold storage as a contingency, he would have been dead that night. 

Klaus Mikaelson lived through a thousand years of being hunted and hated only to be killed by a girl who couldn’t legally drink. An upstart witchling who had barely come into her power. A young woman with a spine of steel and an iron conviction to die for her cause. 

It would have been funny if it weren’t so infuriating. 

[snowbairdd]

DISNEY LADIES + THE SOB™

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937) Mulan (1998) Aladdin (1992) Alice in Wonderland (1951) Beauty and the Beast (1991) The Little Mermaid (1989) Peter Pan (1953) Cinderella (1950) Sleeping Beauty (1959) Pocahontas (1995)

[middleallie]

And brother, thus begins the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice! every principal orpheus and eurydice on broadway, 2019-2025

[tvdversegifs]

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES Season 3, Episode 18

[onlyhereforangst]

i felt it, you held it. do you miss us? wonder if you regret the secret of us...

[deadlyflames]

Imani

Eldest daughter of Ayana

It's a sealing spell. We're trying to open something...Not seal it shut.

No. Right here. On this side. It's a blood knot. It means to bind it you need two generations. A bloodline. Like...two keys to a safety deposit box.

3:13 - Bringing Out The Dead

When I died the witch Ayana preserved my body with a spell. She was a close friend of mine, an ancestor of your friend Bonnie.

So that's why only Bonnie and her mother could open up the casket.

3:14 - Dangerous Liaisons

The blood knot required two witches to be bound. Two witches of the same bloodline but of separate generations. In order to seal the Original Witch in her casket and preserve her body within, Ayana required the help of her firstborn.

As Imani looked into Esther’s pale dead face before the coffin was sealed, she remembered the woman’s children. The five who had fled into the night without a trace just hours prior, and the sixth who had been torn apart by wolves a fortnight ago.

Imani had grown up alongside Esther’s children. Every first she had ever experienced had been shared with them.

Her first steps had been shared with Rebekah.

The flaxen haired girl was two months older, but Imani had been determined to keep up with her. From the moment they learned to walk, they would go everywhere together hand in hand.

Her first spell had been taught to her by Finn.

The eldest Mikaelson never practiced himself. However, he knew enough about the craft to talk her through lighting the candle that her mother had set in front of her that morning. Finn had sat beside her all afternoon until the wick sparked with a flame.

Her first dance had been offered to her by Elijah during the celebration of midwinter.

She had been ten and gangly while he had been seven years her senior, tall, handsome, and with several young women vying for his attention. But he held out his hand to Imani when he saw her standing alone and danced with her by the fire light.

Her first kiss had been stolen by Kol when she was fourteen.

He had caught her by surprise, swooping down from up in the trees where he had been climbing and landing in front of her and Rebekah when they returned from gathering herbs in the woods. He took her face in his hands and pressed his lips against hers and ran off before she had the sense to whack him. Rebekah took care of that when she chased him off with a stick as Imani stood in shellshocked silence with her fingers touching her bottom lip.

Her first witch’s talisman had been given to Niklaus when he asked for it.

Her mother specialized in creating talisman’s. Imani’s craftsmanship seemed crude in comparison, but she still spent hours painstakingly using her magic to forge the silver around the small moss agate stone. Niklaus had helped her weave the leather strap that would serve as the chain. She watched the careful movement of his hands as he worked and gave him the necklace once it was completed. He would not get much use out of it since he had no affinity for magic, but he grinned all the same when she handed it to him. Now that she knew how to make them, she could always create more.

The first corpse she had seen had been Henrik’s.

Her father had died years before, but Imani could hardly remember him, let alone remember his death. She remembered the warmth of the furs he used to wear when he held her and the sound of his boisterous laugh rumbling out of his broad chest. But she never saw him die, nor had she seen his body. One day he was there and then the next he was gone.

But she remembered Henrik’s body when Niklaus dragged him back to the village. She remembered the violent bloody gashes across his neck and chest. She remembered Esther’s wails carrying through the day and the night. She remembered holding tight onto Rebekah as she cried herself to sleep.

Imani had grown up alongside Esther’s children. Which was why she couldn’t understand when her mother told her that she needed to stay away from them.

Her mother told her that Esther had cursed her children and that Mikael had killed them. She told her that they were all as dead and gone as Henrik, even as Imani saw them walking around the village. She told her that these were not her childhood companions, but creatures of death that wore their skin and consumed the blood of the living.

These were monsters that would kill her without a second thought if she let them too close.

That was why Imani kept her distance if any of them came too close. That was why she practiced her defensive magic every night in case they came for her. That was why she would not invite Rebekah into her home when she came to her door in tears after finding Esther dead.

Now Rebekah and her siblings had vanished into the darkness, and Imani knew not where they had gone. Now, Ayana had Imani help her dig up Esther’s corpse from the grave her son had dug. Now, they would use a blood knot to seal her away in a box and preserve her.

‘Until two of your bloodline release her.’

‘Why?’

Ayana’s eyes were cold as she looked at the sealed casket. ‘So one day, she can undo the plague she has brought upon this world.’

Niara

The Salem witch

Was our family burned in the witch trials?

No, the girls that were persecuted in Salem were entirely innocent. You have to have more than ignorance to trap a real witch.

1:07 - Haunted

The Blessed Bloodline goes back to the very beginning of witchcraft, when the first witch pulled power from the earth and from the stars to create the first spell. However, the first of that line to take the name Bennett was a woman known as the Salem Witch.

Not much is known of where she came from or how she ended up in Salem in the first place, only that the town was in ruins when she left it.

Some believe she fled the carnage and managed to escape into the wilderness. Others believe she was the one who had instigated the witch hunts herself. Allowing the humans to be dragged to their deaths while the true witch among them escaped detection.

What we do know is that Niara Bennett used all that fear and hatred and death to fuel a spell so powerful, that every supernatural creature on earth at the time felt the shudder from it.

The spell was used to create an artifact. A grimoire, that would allow the Salem Witch and her descendants to access any grimoire of their bloodline, even those that had been destroyed or lost to time.

It was a powerful object and dangerous in the hands of those from oldest witch bloodline. However, most assume this grimoire was destroyed in 1790 when the Bennett coven burned, as no one has seen it since.

Ernestine

Daughter of Emily Bennett

Why would Emily...? Why would she do this for you?

Because she knew they were gonna come for her, too, and she made me promise that her lineage would survive.

I remember. You saved her children.

1:09 - History Repeating

When Emily sealed 26 vampires away in the tomb beneath Fell’s church, Damon Salvatore swore he would ensure that her lineage would survive. He was able to save Emily’s children, but he was unable to make it in time to save Emily herself as she was burned to death where her ancestors burned 100 years prior.

Ernestine Bennett had been 6 years old when she witnessed her mother’s death. Her little sister, Rose, had been to young to remember the event. At only two years old, she could barely understand what was happening.

But Ernestine remembered everything.

She remembered the bright flames. She remembered the smell of burning flesh. She remembered her mother yelling out a demand to a shadow in the darkness.

‘My girls! Save my girls first!’

She remembered the vampire that snatched up her and her sister. A man with dark clothes, dark hair, and eyes so sharp and crystalline that they gleamed like shattered glass.

Most of all she remembered the screams. She still heard them even as the vampire scooped her from the ground and spirited her away in a blur.

Not her mama. Mama refused to scream.

But her uncle screamed. Rose screamed. The crowed screamed out their fear and hatred into the night air as the smoke rose high above the trees.

Ernestine screamed loudest of all.

[adhdwannabewriter]

Other ways to say ‘walk’ based on a vibe:

Neutral:

Strolled- Walked at a steady, leisurely pace. Moved - Simply walked from one place to another. Went - A basic term to say walked. Wandered - Walked without a specific destination.

Happy:

Skipped - Walked with a light, bouncing step, often out of joy. Bounced - Walked with energetic, lively steps. Sashayed - Walked with a confident, cheerful flair. Pranced - Walked in an exaggeratedly happy or playful manner. Danced - Walked with movements full of joy or rhythm.

Angry:

Stomped - Walked with heavy, forceful steps, showing frustration or anger. Marched - Walked with purpose and determination, often angrily. Stormed - Walked quickly and angrily, often leaving a situation (stormed out). Trudged - Walked heavily, with anger or frustration weighing down the steps. Charged - Walked aggressively, moving quickly and with force.

Sad:

Shuffled - Walked slowly, dragging the feet, often indicating sadness or exhaustion. Plodded - Walked with heavy, slow steps, as if burdened by sorrow. Trudged - Walked slowly and with effort, weighed down Slumped - Walked with a hunched posture, showing sadness or defeat. Dragged - Walked with effort, as if every step was a struggle.

Surprised:

Froze - Stopped mid-step in reaction to shock or surprise. Stumbled - Walked clumsily due to being caught off guard. Jumped - Took a quick, startled step. Skipped a step - Momentarily hesitated in walking due to surprise. Backpedaled - Walked backward quickly, often in shock or surprise.

Fearful/anxious:

Crept - Walked slowly and carefully, trying to avoid being noticed. Tiptoed - Walked quietly on the balls of the feet, trying not to make noise. Slunk - Walked with a low, cautious posture, trying to remain hidden. Hesitated - Took a few tentative steps, unsure or fearful. Paced - Walked back and forth, often in thought or anxiety.

Shy:

Shuffled - Walked slowly, with small, unsure steps. Hesitated - Paused slightly before walking, unsure or nervous. Slipped - Moved quietly and quickly to avoid attention. Hovered - Stayed near a spot, hesitant to walk forward. Inched - Walked very slowly, as if unsure or reluctant.

Thoughtful:

Wandered - Walked without a specific destination, lost in thought. Paced - Walked back and forth while thinking deeply. Strolled - Walked slowly, enjoying the time to reflect. Meandered - Walked aimlessly, with no rush, often in contemplation. Paused - Stopped briefly during a walk, considering something.

Commanding:

Marched - Walked with purpose and authority. Strutted - Walked with confidence and a sense of power. Advanced - Walked forward with a deliberate, commanding stride. Charged -Walked quickly and forcefully toward a goal. Led - Walked at the front, guiding others behind them.

[skopostheorie]

How it feels to call it "this piece" instead of "that one fanart/fanfic"