look…………….. write as much shitty fic as you want. nobody can stop you. you’re learning constantly and it’s better to write hackneyed implausible ridiculousness than it is to not write at all out of fear of fucking up. you’re good
There was an experiment a professor did. I think it was pottery students. He did an experiment of “quality” vs “quantity”. One half of the class he told; you have to make as many pots as possible. Good pots, bad pots, shitty pots, whatever. The more pots you make, the higher your grade.
The other half of the class were told, “you can make only one pot”. But that pot had to be perfect. The quality had to be high; the highest quality pot would get the best mark.
But when it came to the grading, they noticed something weird.
All the best quality pots were in the ‘quantity’ group.
The guys who were literally churning out pots, trying to make as many as possible, not concentrating on the quality. But every pot they made, made them better at making pots. By the end of the month (I think it was a month) - they had some pretty awesome pots coming out, because they enjoying finding all the ways and all the things they could do to make all their pots. Where as the ‘quality’ guys had spent their time reading up on pots, and technique, and researching and planning; which was all great but they’d had no further practice at actually making pots.
The best way to get really good at something, the only way to be really good at something, is to make lots of shitty attempts at that thing several of which will fail. If all you create are perfect things then you won’t improve, because how can you improve on perfect?
Media in general is to be terrible about consent and SA. When vampires and other supernatural beings are involved it’s often amplified.
In TVD specifically, Tyler almost SAs Vicki which is only mentioned once after if I’m not mistaken and then he becomes somewhat of a main character/protagonist as if that means nothing to his character.
Damon compels Caroline. Katherine also compels Stefan. While she/he may have been interested in the beginning, one thing about consent is you can take it away. Compelling them to be more agreeable or taking away their fear/feelings about the person they’re with is SA. They wouldn’t have continued if they had the choice and all their autonomy.
Damon also compels Andie to love and care for him.
In the TVD/TO universe it gets really weird when you think about the relationship between Rebekah and Marcel. Klaus is traveling with Rebekah and Elijah for a funeral and Klaus saves Marcel and takes him in at age 10. Klaus raises him from then till he’s an adult, Rebekah was around him from those ages. Marcel gains a crush on her, his “adoptive aunt”, and when he is older they get together.
Regardless of everyone being younger than you because you’re 100s of years old, she actually knew him as a child.
The things is, it just didn’t have to be written the way it was.
The thing I overlook the most is the Tyler pushy scene because it only happens in the first episode and they dropped so much stuff from the pilot. The crows and the fog and all that stuff that feels non canon in the rest of the show
Because I like Tyler later on, I am convincing myself that the scene in the pilot is not canon :/
It’s still sticks out to me because it gets briefly mentioned in ep 2 when Jeremy is looking for Vicki w/ all the gang at the grill. Elena seems to focus on the pill part and Matt seems to hear it but it gets overshadowed with the fact that Vicki is missing
fanfic writing culture isn’t “oh dang! I wanted to write about this prompt with this character but someone else already wrote it, so now I can’t”.
fanfic writing culture is always “two cakes is better than one. the more the merrier. there can ever be enough fics of this character with this prompt!”
There was an Aragorn+Legolas writer I used to read who wrote multiple 20k+ fics in which they went on a little mini-adventure and one of them got injured. They had like. At least ten that followed this exact format, and I fucking loved all of them. I’d finish one and be like, “AGAIN!!!” so like. Two cakes is great but it’s even better when it’s ten cakes by the same writer.
I saw a post that said no one reads a fic they love and goes to the author's page saying "that was amazing, I hope they don't have anything else like this one." And same thing is probably true with tags and prompts.
For @lilith-rhiannon who asked for fluffy Klonnie.
“Rain”
It’s raining in New Orleans again. Not the kind of rain that drowns the city in thunder and drama, but the kind that hushes everything with a steady whisper against the windows, soft enough to make even the ghosts want to rest.
Bonnie wakes slowly. The light that filters through the curtains is gray and gentle, the kind that promises no one will come knocking today. There’s weight around her middle—Klaus’s arm, possessive even in sleep, hand splayed over her stomach.
He’s warm. Of course he is. The man radiates heat like he owns it, body pressed close behind hers, breath ghosting against her shoulder. His curls tickle her neck. She smiles without meaning to.
The clock on the dresser reads something unreasonable, the hour where most people are already out living their lives. But Bonnie doesn’t care. The rain says stay, and Klaus’s slow breathing says don’t you dare move yet.
Still, she shifts just enough to glance back at him. He’s not quite awake, not quite asleep, his eyes half-open, lashes low and heavy. There’s something unguarded in his face in the mornings, something soft that the rest of the world never gets to see.
“You’re staring again,” he murmurs, voice rough and lazy.
Bonnie hums. “You’re not supposed to know that if your eyes are closed.”
One corner of his mouth curves. “I always know when you’re looking at me.”
She rolls her eyes, but her hand finds his wrist where it rests against her stomach, thumb tracing slow, absent circles on his skin. The silence between them is the kind that doesn’t need to be filled.
Outside, the city goes on, the soft patter of rain, a horn in the distance, the heartbeat rhythm of water running down old stone. Inside, time feels slower. Safer.
Klaus nuzzles closer, his lips brushing her shoulder. “Stay,” he murmurs.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she says softly.
He exhales like she’s given him something precious. And maybe she has. Maybe peace, maybe presence. Maybe something he didn’t know he could still have.
Minutes, or maybe hours, pass like that, all tangled limbs, warm skin, quiet rain. Eventually, Bonnie slips from the bed, ignoring his faint growl of protest, and pads to the bathroom, and then barefoot into the kitchen.
The air smells damp and comforting. She makes tea —chamomile—and leans against the counter, watching the rain track the windows in thin rivers.
Klaus appears a few minutes later, hair a wild mess, wearing nothing but sleep pants and a faint scowl that never quite lands. “I told you to stay,” he says, voice low and sleep rough.
“I made tea,” she answers, handing him a mug.
He takes it, just because it’s from her, and sets it down to wrap his arms around her from behind. She fits against him easily, like she was always meant to.
For a long time, they just stand there with her head under his chin, his heartbeat slow against her back. The rain continues, gentle and endless, like it’s blessing the quiet.
Bonnie’s eyes close. “You know,” she says, voice soft, “this might be my favorite version of you.”
He hums against her hair. “Domestic?”
She smiles. “Peaceful.”
Klaus’s lips graze her temple, the barest brush. “Only because of you, love.”
And maybe it’s true, maybe all the wild, ruthless parts of him finally learned stillness in her presence. Maybe she found something beautiful in his chaos. Or maybe he was always this, buried beneath centuries of ruin.
Either way, the rain doesn’t stop, and neither do they. Two souls who’ve seen too much of war, finally learning the language of quiet mornings and stillness.
The reason why parents tell their children “Stranger Danger” and “Look Both Ways” is because they’re protecting them from a danger, teaching them how to take care of themselves.
You don’t protect people by telling them nothing, if you tell them nothing the don’t know about the danger.
Elena Gilbert kept vampires from her Aunt and Brother, they likely could’ve been saved otherwise. Elizabeth Forbes kept vampires from her daughter, and that likely could’ve saved Caroline as well. So on and so forth.
Everyone who knew about vampires eventually learned that vervain.
Why didn’t vervain become a part of their regular diets?Why didn’t everyone they cared about have a piece of jewelry with vervain? Why was Zach the only one growing it if they all knew what plant it was? Since the mayor and his wife knew, why didn’t they have a community garden and have vervain there? It’s like they wanted to die and their kids.
Media in general is to be terrible about consent and SA. When vampires and other supernatural beings are involved it’s often amplified.
In TVD specifically, Tyler almost SAs Vicki which is only mentioned once after if I’m not mistaken and then he becomes somewhat of a main character/protagonist as if that means nothing to his character.
Damon compels Caroline. Katherine also compels Stefan. While she/he may have been interested in the beginning, one thing about consent is you can take it away. Compelling them to be more agreeable or taking away their fear/feelings about the person they’re with is SA. They wouldn’t have continued if they had the choice and all their autonomy.
Damon also compels Andie to love and care for him.
In the TVD/TO universe it gets really weird when you think about the relationship between Rebekah and Marcel. Klaus is traveling with Rebekah and Elijah for a funeral and Klaus saves Marcel and takes him in at age 10. Klaus raises him from then till he’s an adult, Rebekah was around him from those ages. Marcel gains a crush on her, his “adoptive aunt”, and when he is older they get together.
Regardless of everyone being younger than you because you’re 100s of years old, she actually knew him as a child.
The things is, it just didn’t have to be written the way it was.
To celebrate the season, we’re excited to announce Klonnie Mischief Night 2025: Haunt Me Harder taking place on October 30th. This year’s theme draws inspiration from folklore, myths, and legends while, of course, honoring our favorite duo: Bonnie Bennett and Niklaus Mikaelson.
Whether you’re weaving spirits and shadows into your story, giving a Klonnie twist to a classic legend, or summoning monsters rooted in folklore with a romantic spin, this Mischief Night is all about creativity, spookiness, and the magic of our ship.
Edits, gifs, drabbles, and more are all welcome! Mark your calendars and get ready to conjure unforgettable mischief.
Special thanks to @cancerian-woman @24kmagiic @mythorhuman and @mikaelsonstanaccount for all the support.
Is it a rule not to drop music in the same day as someone else? Why are people flooding the comments of other artists about the dropping the same day as T.S?
Did I miss a memo? I could have sworn there was still 24 hours in a day, I have yet to see a pop album be 24 hours long. Multiple albums or/and singles can be listened too…
I have no idea why they had such an issue with Elena giving blood for Klaus’ hybrids. Like give her some cookies and a nap after and she’d be completely fine.
On one hand, I believe Elena should’ve made a deal with Klaus the way she did when she gave him back his sister’s body. (Elena making deals were some of my fav scenes of hers)
On the other, it’s her life and her blood and the way Klaus felt so entitled to both would’ve been enough to drive me crazy if I was in her shoes. Moreover if she gave in on this matter, it would’ve been just a matter of time until Klaus demanded she marry/have a child which is a whole other level of violation and entitlement from him
And well Hybrids were supposed to be freaks of nature that shouldn’t exist blah blah blah 😒
Totally understand wanting your own body autonomy, but if I was faced with the choice/situation I feel like at that time giving blood would be light work.
Now forcing her to marry and stuff kind of makes sense but at that time Elena was lowkey living under the delusion of not wanting to be a vampire, and having a family in the future anyway(if I’m not thinking back wrong). Regardless, they should’ve done research because what if Elena had been infertile anyway. (But I’m probably just thinking to much into it)
I always hate when they bring up “freaks” or “abominations” of nature😒, because it wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t meant to. Like if it wasn’t meant to exist, i don’t think the spell would have worked in the first place.
I have no idea why they had such an issue with Elena giving blood for Klaus’ hybrids. Like give her some cookies and a nap after and she’d be completely fine.
When was it noticed? When did it start? When people started writing their own stories for Sherlock Holmes way back when? When people started writing Star Trek fanfiction?
I’m curious cause the author of this fic I’m reading on Ao3 just got diagnosed with a condition that effects their hands.
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
