* & the devil will weep.

❝ LONELINESS. That’s why you and I memorialize our dead. There’s the briefest of moments before we kill where we literally hold their life in our hands, and then we rip it away, and we’re left with NOTHING. It’s a reminder… that in the end we’re left INFINITELY AND UTTERLY alone. ❞ KLAUS as saved from the TVD universe. headcanon-based & canon non-compliant. penned by KATYA ( she / her, 30 )

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𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖉 — independent & highly selective klaus, as stolen saved from the v.ampire di.aries and the o.riginals by katya (she/her, 30). ** this blog borrows from but does not follow klaus's source material **

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so apparently I forgot this blog existed ( again ) and also have found my way into a s&b fixation, so I'm mostly on my multi at the moment!

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GLASS ONION: A KNIVES OUT MYSTERY (2022) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ You can’t keep making excuses for every one of [name]’s insane whims. ❜

❛ Genius always looks like insanity at first, though, right? ❜

❛ Hey, please stop fire-spinning inside. ❜

❛ I say it like I see it, no filter. If people can’t handle it, that’s their problem. ❜

❛ You’ve got to stay off the Twitter. ❜

❛ Are you mocking me? ❜

❛ This can’t Shazam. It’s a lamp. ❜

❛ Where’s my speargun? I gotta pack. ❜

❛ He told me you haven’t left the bath for a week. ❜

❛ My mind is a fueled-up racing car, and I got nowhere to drive it. ❜

❛ I need danger, a hunt, a challenge. ❜

❛ There’s someone here for you! With a box! ❜

❛ Hello, stranger danger. ❜

❛ Excuse me, I love your accent. I had to try it. ❜

❛ You must be very special. ❜

❛ When you throw a murder mystery party, you do it right, buddy. ❜

❛ I’m not here. ❜

❛ He’s just staying here. He’s going through things. ❜

❛ This rich-people shit is weird. ❜

❛ This is stretching my stride-taking abilities. ❜

❛ Okay, let’s stop talking and actually start hanging out and having fun. ❜

❛ Why is it on the roof? ❜

❛ I wanted to ask, what are you doing here? ❜

❛ Is this part of the game? ❜

❛ I’ve learned through bitter experience that an anonymous invitation is not to be trifled with. ❜

❛ You really try. I like that. You really make an effort. ❜

❛ You never know when shit’s gonna go down. ❜

❛ I’m uncomfortable. I’m gonna go for a swim. ❜

❛ It’s true. I say it like I see it. ❜

❛ If you want to shake things up, you start with something small. ❜

❛ That’s the place where you have to look within yourself and ask, “Am I the kind of person who will keep going?” ❜

❛ That was some real red-pill stuff. ❜

❛ Every single one of you is holding on for dear life to [name]’s golden titties. ❜

❛ Wow. That was so real. ❜

❛ I’m a truth-teller. Some people can’t handle it. ❜

❛ It’s a dangerous thing to mistake speaking without thought for speaking the truth. Don’t you think? ❜

❛ Are you calling me dangerous? ❜

❛ A few cocktails before I’m murdered. ❜

❛ Halle Berry! That has a kick. ❜

❛ This simple thing that you thought you were looking at, it suddenly takes on layers and depth so complex, it gives you vertigo. ❜

❛ Every time we’ve gotten to the point where I’m going to strangle you, you pull something like this, and it’s magic. ❜

❛ I wanna be responsible for something that gets mentioned in the same breath as the Mona Lisa. ❜

❛ This is reckless. And you’re gonna get somebody killed. ❜

❛ It’s been a memorable weekend already, to be sure, but now the real fun starts. ❜

❛ Tonight, in this very room, a murder will be committed. ❜

❛ Well, to be clear, I mean, I didn’t know what a “blood diamond” was so… ❜

❛ What am I supposed to do now? Play Yahtzee all weekend? ❜

❛ I like the Glass Onion as a metaphor. An object that seems densely layered, but in reality the center is in plain sight. ❜

❛ It’s like putting a loaded gun on the table and turning off the lights! ❜

❛ Well, I’m out of here. Tomorrow morning. Gone. ❜

❛ You’re murdering my vibe. ❜

❛ So you come here, in your Gucci flats, telling us that we owe you? ❜

❛ What do you want? A check? You want performative pity? ❜

❛ I want the truth! ❜

❛ But me, I’m tired of pretending like you’re the victim in this game. ❜

❛ That changes things, right? ❜

❛ Have we ever not pulled through? Pulled it off? ❜

❛ We won’t know the cause of death without an autopsy. ❜

❛ Listen, I must insist that nobody touch the body or disturb anything around it. ❜

Are you treating this as a crime scene then? ❜

❛ I’ll pay you one billion dollars to tell me which one of them tried to kill me. ❜

❛ Oh, fiddlesticks. ❜

❛ Is that a speargun? ❜

❛ Oh, hell’s bells! Just, everybody, just stay here! ❜

❛ I can peel back the layers, I can take it to a point, but what lies at the center, only one person can tell us who killed [name]. ❜

❛ You’re not in the bath again, are you? ❜

❛ Heavens, the dog ate the caviar again. ❜

❛ It’s a stupid idea, right? ❜

❛ Listen, I want to be clear, huh? I am not Batman. ❜

❛ Any feelings of reverence or respect that you had for me when you crossed my threshold, buttress those feelings now. ❜

❛ Yeah, I’m trying real hard to buttress, but this sounds nuts. ❜

❛ Is this safe? ❜

❛ I shouldn’t be here. This is nuts. But I’m here. So let’s do this. ❜

❛ The reality-distortion field ends here. I can’t let you do this. ❜

❛ Look me in the eye! You know it’s a lie! ❜

❛ You must be really great at Clue, huh? ❜

❛ I’m very bad at dumb things. My Achilles’ heel. ❜

❛ This is your last chance to back out. ❜

❛ I think it’s really shitty what they all did to you. ❜

❛ I sold my soul for this. ❜

❛ I thought you said you didn’t drink? ❜

❛ That’s hard kombucha. That’s Jared Leto’s hard kombucha. ❜

❛ We’re running out of time! ❜

❛ Please. Think of the danger here. You gotta step back and let me handle this. ❜

❛ I never email anything that I wouldn’t want to see on the front page of The Times. ❜

❛ I think maybe you should take up drinking. You’re just killing it. ❜

❛ Something is just teasing the edge of my brain. ❜

❛ Oh, if I ever meet Jared Leto, I’m gonna whoop his kombucha-brewing ass. ❜

❛ My therapist says this is a toxic relationship. ❜

❛ We will do what we always do. Deny, half-apologize, and then go silent awhile. ❜

❛ Please tell me you did not think sweatshops are where they make sweatpants. ❜

❛ I will do whatever I have to do to save myself, and he is my only lifeline. ❜

❛ This never happens in Clue. ❜

❛ He’s a son of a bitch. Leave his ass. ❜

❛ I don’t feel sorry for him. He deserved what he got, and you are better off without him. ❜

❛ Please don’t kill me! Oh my God, please don’t kill me! ❜

❛ I’m not trying to kill you, you crazy bitch! ❜

❛ Shitballs! ❜

❛ It hides not behind complexity, but behind mind-numbing obvious clarity. ❜

❛ A veritable minefield of malapropisms and factual errors. ❜

❛ Oh, please. Just tell us who tried to kill me. ❜

❛ Nobody tried to kill you, you vainglorious buffoon. ❜

❛ What is reality?! ❜

❛ Does he keep a vial of poison in his tooth or something? Is that a rich person thing? ❜

❛ Oh, it’s so dumb, it’s brilliant. ❜

❛ No! It’s just dumb! ❜

❛ You dim-witted, brainless jackass! ❜

❛ Your one murder, with any panache at all, and you stole the whole idea from me. ❜

❛ Wow! We got some big accusations flying around here. ❜

❛ You need evidence, and you’ve got nothing. ❜

❛ Anywhere you go, it’s going to be your word against mine. How do you think that’s gonna go? ❜

❛ There’s nothing I can do. Except maybe offer you some courage. ❜

❛ I hope your little bitch tantrum gave you closure ’cause it accomplished nothing! ❜

❛ You’re ruined. ❜

❛ Did you get the son of a bitch? ❜

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⤷ ✧ @calcifydamage said, ❝ i didn’t come here to open a vein. ❞

increasingly, this is how it goes. they have always quarreled, always been part friend, part adversary, part something. more and more, the ability civilly enjoy one another's company has ebbed, all that lies between them and all that is not yet forgiven ( on both sides ) fueling tempers that lash out from the very start. gone is any initial assumptions of well-meaning.

it had not taken much for him to bristle ( the offense trivial at best ), and voices rose. even now, he words fall short of reassuring. his eyes narrow, though he does quiet ( slightly ). it is the quiet of an animal poised, waiting, deciding whether to fight or flee. ❛ then why are you here, love, if not to drag me over the coals for each of my many indiscretions? ❜ he might throw accusations, might add scathing remarks, might heap blame upon her ( for this, for so much else ). instead, he waits.

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“what motivates you?”

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⤷ ✧ @calcifydamage said, ❝ oh, i’m just your run-of-the-mill asshole. ❞

❛ run-of-the-mill assholes ❜ — the words feel off on his tongue, and he restrains himself from swapping them for language more his own style ( barely, just barely, he refrains from uttering them with disdain ) ❛ don't generally survive five minutes in my company, mate. ❜

no, caleb is something far, far worse: one of those rare individuals whom klaus hates ( perhaps with less reason than he ought to have ) and yet dares not raise a finger against. such people are far beyond run-of-the-mill, and their very existence rankles him. klaus, unsentimental and fearsome klaus, never to be dissuaded from murder by heartfelt pleas, unable to harm those who anger him because of fear for the consequences from those that love them.

caleb has little idea, klaus thinks ( and not for the first time ), just how lucky he is.\

❛ you are far, far worse. ❜

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- 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

❝ Being your friend should come with a warning label. ❞

❝ It’s amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad game. ❞

❝ Are you mansplaining my power? ❞

❝ Emotion isn’t exactly your strong suit. ❞

❝ I don’t believe in heaven or hell, but I do believe in revenge. ❞

❝ Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it. ❞

❝ There’s nothing quite like the feeling of being proven right. ❞

❝  Because trust and cooperation have always been the hallmarks of our relationship. ❞

❝  Anytime I grow nauseous at the sight of a rainbow or hear a pop song that makes my ears bleed, I’ll think of you. ❞

❝ I’ve learned so much from you. Part of it is admittedly criminal behavior. ❞

❝ Not hugging is kind of our thing. ❞

❝ When the dance floor calls, you gotta answer. ❞

❝ Typically I have great admiration for well-executed revenge plots, but yours was a bit extreme, even for my high standards.  ❞

❝ Except I won’t cry and whine like a child. ❞

❝ I can’t believe you were in a secret society and didn’t tell me. ❞

❝ You brought a gun to a sword fight. Probably the first smart decision you’ve made today. ❞

❝ Emotion equals weakness. ❞

❝ I find social media to be a soul sucking void of meaningless affirmation. ❞

❝ These are all traits of great writers. And serial killers. ❞

❝ Sometimes I act like I don’t care if people like me. Deep down, I secretly enjoy it. ❞

❝ I like to win. Is that so wrong? ❞

❝ For the record, I don’t believe that I’m better than everyone else, just that I’m better than you. ❞

❝ Use the words ‘little’ and 'girl’ to address me again and I can’t guarantee your safety. ❞

❝ If he breaks your heart, I’ll nail gun his. ❞

❝ You guys are making me nauseous. Not in a good way. ❞

❝ When I look at you, the following emojis come to mind: rope, shovel, hole. ❞

❝ You know the old saying, never bring a knife to a sword fight. Unless it’s concealed. ❞

❝ Secrets are like zombies, they never truly die. ❞

❝ Tears don’t fix anything. So I vowed to never do it again. ❞

❝ Please, flattery will get you nowhere. ❞

❝ I’m not friend material, let alone more-than-friend material. I will ignore you, stomp on your heart, and always put my needs and interests first. ❞

❝ Every day is all about me. This one just comes with cake and a bad song. ❞

❝ Emotions are a gateway trait. They lead to feelings, which trigger tears. I don’t do tears.❞

❝ It’s either they write our story or we do. You can’t have it both ways. ❞

❝ I don’t need your help or your pity. I already have a mother and a therapist. That’s enough torture, even for me. ❞

❝ I don’t bury hatchets. I sharpen them. ❞

❝ Friends are a liability and can be exploited. That makes them weaknesses. ❞

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⤷ ✧ @calcifydamage said, ❝ i don’t wanna see you. ❞

most, standing in his place, would stop, perhaps look duly affronted ( or confused, depending on the situation ), maybe even a little hurt. they might then apologize, or turn upon their heels and go back the way they'd come. then again, klaus had never been most people, and his smug grin does not falter as he steps up beside her, dismissing her words with an unconcerned wave of his hand. ❛ yes, yes, I know. you despise every fiber of my being, I'm nothing but an annoyance on the best of days. ❜ he'd like to point out that surely, surely they are past all this, that after all the time that has passed I don't wanna see you has long since lost its meaning.

another time and another place. ❛ for once, I am not here to be a thorn in your side and impose my presence where it is not wanted. ❜ which must surely be a shock, he thinks dryly. ❛ I'm here on business. ❜

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deathwrung .

  she had to have been fearless as a young girl.  it certainly hadn’t felt like it at the time,  she had not felt brave with a blade in her hand.  reckless,  possibly.  impulsive and loyal to a fault,  certainly.  bravery implied a choice  –  a thought out action undertaken with knowledge of the possible outcome  –  each time she had stood up to their father had felt like an act of desperation,  thinking of nothing but the safety of the one who loved her most.

        now simply living tastes of death  –  so intimate already with the concept the pair might as well be lovers.  in spite of that,  or maybe because of it,  she is more afraid of death now than she had ever been as a girl.  everytime she so much as thinks of their father getting within arm’s reach she can feel his grasp around her chest.  she tries to ignore the suffocating feeling for her brother’s sake,  to find the nonchalance to match his own.  in the end it’s his belief in her that tempers some of her fears.   “ you know i would never leave you to him.  i know that.  but…  he can’t chase us forever,  can he?  not forever forever.  i don’t know what i would do if he ever won,  if he were to drag us apart… ”

he wishes he knew the mind of their her father less well than he does, wishes he could in earnest reassure his sister that they need only wait it out, that come one year or twenty or a hundred, mikael will expend all his rage and forsake his hunt. he wishes he could believe it, for rebekah's sake if not his own, but it seems all too incredible to think that for even a moment mikael will cease to hate them for what they are.

in the end, niklaus knows, for all the thought leaves a sinking feeling in his chest, even if mikael were to leave the others to their accursed eternity, niklaus himself he will never suffer to live. not with what he is, though niklaus is not sure whether the beast within his blood or his bastard origin is more offensive to the man he once called father.

with a sigh, he steps closer to her, cups her cheeks in his palms and presses his forehead to hers. his true thoughts he dares not speak: sometimes, he as long since learned, truths are far worse than lies. ❛ I know. ❜ and if his reassurance holds a glimmer of doubt, he does not voice the thought aloud. he does not utter a reminder that he is only half her blood, only half her brother ( though surely he loves her enough that that should not matter? ). and worse, he does not speak the thought that has begun to gnaw at him, that by remaining with her he endangers her, that, perhaps, he ought instead to draw mikael off, for the man would surely follow him.

he cannot tell her that mikael will surely leave them alone, but there are other promises he can make. ❛ and he will not tear us apart. ❜ not in spirit, at least, even should distance part them. ❛ we have the advantage, for he must always wait for sign of us, where we can go as we will. and, sooner or later, we will stop him. ❜ there must be a way, a way to end him even as he would end them. and they would find it.

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on vacation starting tomorrow, so I'll be able to actually write here!

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deathwrung.

        as if on instinct she goes to reach out to the wound,  stopping just shy of the skin so her fingers linger in the air  –  an almost childish hope to draw from magic she does not possess to heal him in ways that herbs and tinctures never would.  these are not the injuries of her brother,  of her sweet other half who would go without in order to see her happy,  of the brave knight who protects her against the horrors of the night and offers distractions when the agonising howls become too loud to ignore.  these are the punishments of thralls,  all violent anger in the name of submission.  rebekah ducks her head,  an attempt to hide the emotions that threaten to betray her.  you can be brave too,  rebekah.  his reassurances from what feels like a lifetime ago echo her mind  –  she can be brave for him,  she has to.

        she dips the fabric into the water and lets the excess drain,  perhaps a little slower than she has to.   “ we took henrik down by the river  –  me and sigrid. ”  a change of subject helps,  gives her something else to focus on as she presses the wet fabric against the skin to wash away the blood.  “ he spent the whole time trying to catch frogs to bring home to try and scare kol but just ended up falling in himself. ”   only once the blood is washed away  –  both fresh and dried  –  does she move on to cleaning the wound as best she can under the moonlight.   “ she thinks she’s in love,  can you believe it?  with the boy who moved in on the other side of the village.  she’s never even talked to him! ”

something so mundane as searching for frogs clashes with the circumstances that surround them, with the stinging that torn skin offers up in protest at her ministrations, with the memory of their father's voice still echoing in his ear that the pain evokes. a normal life for normal children, free from any worry save how to annoy their siblings. niklaus laughs despite himself, despite the way it makes his ribs ache, jolts the cloth rebekah holds too roughly against his skin.

frog hunting and professions of love... though he stills his laughter, his sister's indignation might well deserve more. ❛ and have you not offered to help introduce them? is that not what a friend would do? ❜ he teases instead, forcing himself to relax. ❛ you have the perfect opportunity, since henrik's hunt proved unsuccessful... you need only lead him to the river during another usch outing and let sigrid accidentally lose her footing. ❜

he should not, niklaus knows, be giving his dearest sister ideas, and in any other time and place it would scarcely occur to him. ❛ though why henrik thinks a frog or two will scare our brother... ❜ more likely, the poor creatures would find themselves the ingredients for some ill-conceived efforts at a spell.

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#found this in my drafts under the description “bonnie checking out klaus” so imma share it with you   #(me too, bon, me too)

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#[ i see klonnie power couple and i’m not apologizing for it. ]#[ ‘yes yes WE’VE come to save you from whatever you can’t handle this time.’ ]#[ klaus stop with your everything can’t you see you’re distracting your witch? ]

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rebekah mikael.son: instagram famous ft. klaus @dreadfamed

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KLAUS MIKAELSON THE VAMPIRE DIARIES 3.13 ― “Bringing Out The Dead”

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Best of Klaus Mikaelson  ( 2 / ∞ )

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