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HOW DO YOU FIND KLAUS? you don't find klaus. he finds you.

[nikulaus]

bory's klaus. rewritten, rebranded, and back by unpopular demand.

[nikulaus]

u can only have spn verse klaus if we ship klean. pls :(

otp to end all otps

[nikulaus]

spn verse but it's just the ogs as the four horsemen. klaus as war, elijah as death, kol as famine, rebekah as pestilence—

[nikulaus]

what ships do you ship?

im sorry queen u dont deserve this

shoutout to my parents klaustay & klaus/katherine (the boryhannah version). iykyk.

as far as canon goes,

klaus/aurora. duh. objectively the only canon ship that makes sense. the strange choices the writers made + the insane plot decisions and numerous plot holes are a topic for another time, but i've always said that klaus needs an equally unhinged romantic partner if you want a relationship to work. not that i would call whatever freak trauma bond klaus and aurora have a relationship in the traditional sense, but ygm.

i was big on klaus/genevieve. rip to all the wasted potential.

i'm trying to think of more canon ships but i'm drawing a blank.

i see the appeal in klaus/hayley but i hate the baby storyline. i have tried writing it a few times but i lose interest before i've even begun to think about it. hypothetically, if we ignore the whole hayley/elijah romance and i was more open-minded towards tribrid children, i'd think it'd be fun to explore them as co-parents maybe turned something more. alas.

klaus/camille is fine if you like the batb trope, but i like my fictional ships as toxic as possible. i liked them better when he was playing mind tricks and using her to write his memoir. but then that doesn't make it much of a ship.

klaus/caroline is controversial because i hate the fanon version. at the same time, the klaus/caroline in my head is more of a revenge kidnapping with an eventual dash of stockholm syndrome. but that's a) problematic and b) people love writing caroline tugging klaus on a leash for some reason.

ultimately, i think klaus should die miserable and alone.

[nikulaus]

rpatz SERVING book klaus in the new dune

[nikulaus]

writing the hybrids as brainless minions is a reflection of klaus' abilities as a leader, in this essay i will-

[nikulaus]

he's literally the perfect he has that alaric!klaus vibe i've been lookin for

[nikulaus]

what if i remove klaus' hybridism and make him a plain vamp and make it so his hybrid army is actually a vampire army he's been building throughout the centuries

[nikulaus]

is this thing on

[carolihne]

have you so little faith in me?

caroline flashes a look of utter contempt in his direction. "in what world should i have had faith in you to begin with?" since his arrival, @nikulaus has been nothing but a problem. pure evil. an ancient man with a laundry list of issues that runs so long, it probably ends somewhere far beyond the borders of mystic falls. "like, full offense, you're the worst. and i don't like you. so," the blonde remains in her seat across the table from him; having agreed to meet with the understanding that it might result in some kind of beneficial deal for her friends. hopefully. for whatever reason, klaus is more willing to speak with caroline than anyone else. variations of violence remain his mode of operation, but he can at least stop long enough with her to have a conversation. "you know why i'm here, but why are you?"

[nikulaus]

brave little caroline, barking up a storm before he has had the chance to be hospitable. he wonders just how far into eternity she'll go before someone less patient than him decides to reduce the vampire population by one. but no matter. hypotheticals are not the focus of today's meeting. "straight to the point. i've always admired that about you." his smile, though wide, doesn't touch his eyes. "right, then." he stops the rhythmic drumming of his fingers against the table and leans forward, linking his fingers together. "you and your friends have put quite a few kinks in my plans, as you well know, and i fear i have been too lenient when it comes to the consequences. can't have anyone think i've grown soft now, can i? so, you give me a couple scapegoats and i don't burn this town to the ground. sound like a deal?"

[nikulaus]

@carolihne: i have felt you like a serpent crawling in my body.

she has felt him everywhere: in the shifting winds that make dark nights longer, in the growing shadows around her house, in the dreams she wakes up gasping from, in the cracked windows of abandoned houses. he has lived inside her long before she realized it, coiled tight, watching, waiting.

"you have felt nothing you didn't invite," klaus murmurs, lounging in her chair like he owns it. like he owns her. then he smiles, slow and knowing. "you know what they say about being careful about what you wish for."

[nikulaus]

good morning klaus nation (population -1)

[mcflymemes]

NOSFERATU PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the screenplay, adjust as necessary

i have felt you like a serpent crawling in my body.

love is inferior to you.

i am an appetite. nothing more.

you are my affliction.

even now we are fated.

you know nothing of him.

your passion is bound to me.

you cannot love.

i cannot be sated without you.

we must remain calm.

you know i love you both.

why do you hate me?

you have never liked me.

search everything.

this is madness!

i must see them!

don't touch me. i am not to be touched.

our love was supposed to be sacred.

kiss me.

i need no salvation.

you will put an end to all of this?

come to me.

hear my call.

you are not for the living.

do you swear it?

what's that, my love?

there is nothing to be afraid of.

take off your shoes.

i wish i could stay, my love.

i really must be off.

come in, come in.

i thank you for considering me.

you are too generous.

it will be a great adventure for you.

why have you killed these beautiful flowers?

let us put them in water.

forgive me.

throw them out.

you cannot leave.

i must tell you my dream.

please, no more of your childhood memories.

never speak these things aloud.

it is a foolish dream.

everything is well.

when i return, i will finally make something of myself.

i love you too much.

it's worth celebrating your adventure!

i envy you.

it's crushing, [name]. crushing.

i cannot resist her.

not another word.

do take care of [name].

there is a monster in the room.

we have each other.

you're hurting me.

i am proud of you.

please keep safe.

have you so little faith in me?

i promise.

remember, it's all for us.

you bring trouble with you.

i only wish to stay one night.

i have an audience at the castle.

leave here.

you are late.

i wish you to do as i request.

it's nothing.

come by the fire.

why ever did you bring that here?

you must put that away.

what might we do for you?

that was yesterday.

do you ever feel at times as if you were not a person?

we all feel out of sorts.

look at the sea!

i am not mad.

forgive me. everything i say sounds so childish.

how careless of me.

you are fortunate in your love.

i fear i am taken ill.

if it continues, let me know.

i have received nothing of any kind.

still no trace of him.

for heaven's sake, you cannot leave.

a moment longer... please.

i cannot resist you, my love.

can you tell me your name?

he is coming.

why haven't you told me?

i must leave!

i sensed something.

you look tired.

would you describe them to me?

tell me what you can. from the beginning.

this is no delusion.

the blood is the life.

i feared i'd never see you again.

what the devil is this?

it is past three o'clock in the morning!

forgive me for the troubles i have caused you.

get off me. give me room. i can't breathe.

you frightened me.

may i stay with you tonight?

thank you for loving me.

our spirits are one, so too shall be our flesh.

you are mine.

[boykavalier]

[nikulaus]

can i just say ur klaus is soooo good, i hear his voice & everything

i got jumpscared by the email notif for this ask. thank u babe. idk which wind current blew you in my direction because i've been massively slacking on this blog but hmu so we can plot

[hollowpit-deactivated20250920]

         a   stranger’s   name.   it   wasn’t   as   if   rebekah   wasn’t   used   to   walking   BLIND   into   danger   at   klaus’s   side,   she'd   done   it   more   times   than   she   could   count,   but   she   wasn't   about   to   argue   with   him   either.   not   this   time,   so   she   watched   him   in   silence   as   he   spoke,   her   expression   unreadable   but   clearly   attentive.   a   witch   more   powerful   than   their   mother..   now   that   was   serious..   dangerous   -   potentially   catastrophic.   still,   if   niklaus   had   already   made   up   his   mind,   there   was   little   point   in   protesting.   ❝   if   you   believe   this   is   the   right   course.. though i do wonder what happened to that bishop..   ❞   she   murmured,   trailing   off   with   a   faint   hum.   her   arms   uncrossed,   and   she   gave   a   graceful   shrug   of   her   shoulders,   rising   from   where   she’d   been   half-perched.

         ❝   washington?   ❞   she   repeats,   already   sounding   brighter   and   almost   amused.   ❝   lovely.   i’m   sure   i’ll   find   some   charming   little   shops   to   keep   me   entertained.   ❞   the   implication   that   she   would   be   footing   the   bill   was   unspoken   but   unmistakable,   also   a   lie.   she   turned   as   if   to   leave,   her   mind   already   on   packing   when   she   passed   klaus   and   suddenly   stopped   in   her   tracks.   her   brows   pulled   together   in   suspicion   as   she   reached   out   with   one   perfectly   manicured   finger   to   press   against   his   shoulder.   ❝   wait   a   minute,   ❞   she’s   narrowing   her   eyes   at   him.   ❝   you’re   not   sleeping   with   her,   are   you?   please   tell   me   that’s   not   the   grand   strategy   here.   ❞

[nikulaus]

klaus catches the tail end of his sister's murmur, though he makes no comment of it. if it were any other time, he'd boast about the fate he condemned the bishop to, and to the secrets he buried along with him, but he has shown enough trust in rebekah to last him until the end of this century. again, it's not that he doesn't trust her. it's that some things are best left buried. pun intended.

klaus rolls his eyes playfully, glad for the change of topic, even if it centered around rebekah's fashion inclinations. he already knows it will be his pocket that pays for her shopping sprees, so he makes a mental note to give her his card before she steals it. keep the illusion of free will alive. but then, the conversation takes another turn. one he didn't necessarily want to entertain.

"gods, no." his smile is wide, his eyes hollow as they flick between rebekah's finger and her face. it wouldn't be the first time he has taken a witch to bed, but, "i'm trying to cultivate a long-lasting partnership. relations built on romance are often fickle." worst case scenario, he will have to kill her, and he wants to keep this one for as long as he can. "women are intuitive. you can tell when our hearts are not in it. and i'm afraid i'm not that good of an actor."

[hollowpit-deactivated20250920]

         he   spoke   with   such   certainty   that   it   was   hard   not   to   believe   him   and   nearly   impossible   to   hold   onto   the   panic   that   settled   when   he   first   broke   the   news.   her   thoughts   began   to   settle,   klaus’   confidence   had   a   way   of   making   space   for   clarity,   even   if   it   came   in   crumbs   she   had   to   piece   together   as   he   spoke.

         she   gave   a   small   nod   to   show   that   she   was   following   his   train   of   thought   while   perched   halfway   on   the   arm   of   the   couch   beside   her,   arms   crossed   tightly   over   her   chest.   NO   OBJECTIONS   —   until   he   casually   mentioned   knowing   a   certain   outcast   in   the   witch   community.   ❝   you   do?   who?   ❞    eyebrows   raised   with   a   sharp   and   inquisitive   look.    ❝   and   how   well   do   you   know   her..   as   in,   how   much   is   she   actually   willing   to   help?   ❞    there   was   a   bit   of   doubt   in   her   voice,   if   this   turned   into   another   feud   and   this   time   with   a   witch   dabbling   in   dark   magic,   she’d   rather   know   now.   she   couldn’t   imagine   who   klaus   might   be   referring   to   but   then   again,   he   always   had   a   trick   up   his   sleeve.   so   really,   she   shouldn’t   be   surprised.

[nikulaus]

he takes a moment to consider sharing his intel with rebekah. it's not that he doesn't trust her with it, it's that he isn't in the mood for more judgment, but family duty prevails. "her name is kata and she's quite gifted in her craft. more than our dear mother back in the day, from what i hear." as for how tameable she will be, klaus is not certain. trial and error is the only consistent way with witches yet he has a good feeling about this plan. "as luck would have it, she is a descendant of my good friend bishop gottskálk." friend is an overstatement considering he used and buried the poor fellow, but rebekah needn't know all the details.

"she'll help." he sounds so self-assured that he leaves no room for doubt. his plans seldom fail, and when they do, there's always a contingency in place, and then another, and another, and so on and so forth. "especially when i swoop in and nurture her talents where everyone she has ever known has condemned them." klaus smirks, his eyes glinting darkly. "she's up in washington if you fancy a trip."