my new klaroline fic: let me love with a vengeance is up on ao3
Klaus just happens to be in the neighbourhood during Enzo's "discussion" with Stefan in 6x02, and well things spiral from there. After all Klaus isn't going to leave his girl in distress.
A week’s worth of sketches-it’s been a klaroline kinda week-top one is just general klaroline the rest are from @morningstargirl666 The Big Bad Wolf and Into Eternity. Have a DAI illustration I need to finish and then I want to maybe work on these all a bit more
A very beautiful painting to replicate with Kc could be The Abduction of Psyche by William-Adolphe Bouguereau, or The Swing by Jean-Honoré Fragonard.
the abduction of psyche - wow! what a beautiful painting! but in kc version i’d cover up the nudity. i don't want to look for their half-naked references 😂😂 but the idea! the pose! i can try to adapt it!
and i've been thinking about the swing. but i'm afraid of making it too cheesy. my general idea is kitschy enough. the painting is gorgeous, though!
Hii! For the Kc x famous world paintings I think The Arnolfini Portrait can be very interesting, if you haven't made it already and I missed it😔.
Also omg your art is super beautiful!! I'm so so glad you decided to share here on tumblr with the fandom. ❤️❤️ You manage to capture Klaus and Caroline so so well and the surroundings and the little details you add make every single drawing a beautiful masterpiece 🥰🥰🥰 thank you, thank you for sharing with us😘.
omg thank you so much for being so kind and supportive and sweet! i can’t… 🥺 it’s very motivating and inspiring ❤️
and thanks for your suggestion. as soon as i thought of a couple portrait it was the first thing that came to my mind! our thoughts are in sync! but if i dare to draw it, it will be a real challenge for me!
hey Kelly @garglyswoof remember we talked about American Gothic? i did it!!!
this couple has left a bit of a mess behind them 🤭
i want to continue this series (kc x world famous paintings), but i can't think of any other paintings that can be repainted into a klaroline version. so klaroline fam, if you have any ideas, please share them with me 🙏🏻
Hey Tanya! Just checking in with you as I miss your art! Have you been working on anything?
hello, my dear! thanks for your interest ♥️ i have a couple of finished works and a few wips. i don't know why i stopped posting them, i guess i wasn't sure about them. but your question gave me the courage and now i want to post my latest finished work. thanks again!
That was one of the multitude of things that had surprised her about him. Klaus had always seemed carefree — or well, that was perhaps not the best word to describe him, but he had always committed to appearing so above everything and everyone. The most powerful creature on the planet. What could possibly concern him? What could possibly affect him so?
A lot, it seemed
They were cut from the same cloth, as far as she could tell. Anxiety and worry coursing through their veins. That insistent, pounding voice in their heads always going — will this ever be enough?
Will I ever be enough?
They had only differed when it came to the choice of their coping mechanism. Her lists and overbearing-ness. His murder sprees and siblings locked in coffins. Oh, well.
Still. It both filled her with relief and endless unease to watch him now. It was, on one hand, so very comforting to think that he was so similar to her. She could understand him as well as she could herself, and he could read her like she was a book he had written. But it was like a tight grip around her heart, knowing that he sometimes suffered as much as she did.
Even now, his head lying on her lap as she caressed his curls… a frown was ever-present between his brows. Caroline felt tempted to press her fingertips against the crease on his skin and smooth it over, but she knew his concerns wouldn’t be so easily squabbled. Something about Rebekah choosing to move across the ocean. Something about how he sometimes looked at Caroline and seemed to wonder if she would leave him too.
She would be offended by his doubting of her loyalty if she didn’t understand the fear of loneliness too well.
Caroline didn’t comment on it, though. She continued to run her hand through his hair, allowing his content sighs to echo deep with her heart. In a little while, she would make a comment on how maybe he liked her petting him so much because of his wolf nature. And he would growl and protest and hide a smile at her terrible joke.
And maybe little by little he would understand. She was here to stay.
I was inspired by @push1na 's amazing klaroline version of Klimt's The Kiss and so wrote a ficlet inspired by it This is me writing on my phone in an airport lounge so hopefully it comes out ok <3
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They come for him while the blooms are still bright, trampling them beneath an army of bootheels, and it's another point against them.
Because she loves the flowers, and he will have to get his minions to replant them when he crushes this threat. He often uses her own words, thrown at him with such vitriol years ago, just to see her eyes roll and barely hide the smile behind. But she's not here with him now. She is safe, he reassures himself.
It's only been a few years with her and he is greedy for a thousand of them. Last month he'd approached her here in this yard, in the suit she'd insisted he wear “for nostalgia reasons, obviously” with the blooms flowering their riotous colors in the golden light of sunset, and kissed her cheek as she stared at him with something that made his heart kick in his chest like a prey animal.
It was terrifying and joyous and his greedy, greedy heart cannot get enough.
He told her so, just a few days before, when he'd learned of this new vampire threat and sent her off to New Orleans despite her furious protests. He couldn't put it into words at the time, that losing her would break him worse than the hunter’s curse ever had. That to touch her was one thing, but to hear her spitfire words only made this stutter step in his heart worse. Instead he’d merely said ‘I need to keep you safe,’ and he knows it wasn't enough.
He would enjoy his acts of contrition, truth be told, tangled in the sheets with his mouth tracing patterns on her skin.
The wind picks up then, ruffling his hair like it did her dress that golden-tinged summer evening, but this time it carries the scent of vampires instead of Caroline’s own. He keeps his pose casual, hands clasped behind his back, walking back towards the house and avoiding the wildflowers underfoot. Let them think him clueless and weak, it made their destruction taste almost as sweet as the notes of jasmine in Caroline’s perf-
“No.”
“Yes,” she replies, and he looks up at her, standing in the doorway, her sundress abloom with flowers to match the yard, and his greedy heart thumps.
“They're almost here,.love. If I - if I,” he can't even say it, as if speaking the words could manifest them. He feels the impotent rage rise up, knows his next words will push her away.
Her hand cups his shoulder.and squeezes before he can betray himself. “I know. But you won't. And you can't ask me to stay away when you're the one in danger. So you're just gonna have to learn to trust me. Plus you just gave me that fancy mini fridge and Im spoiled by how good the wine setting keeps blood at the perfect temperature.”
He grumbles at this, because he doesn't get her choice of diet when she could have it fresh from the tap, but he takes the hand at his shoulder, admiring the glint of sun off of some ancient queen’s ring he'd bestowed upon Caroline, you’ll forgive him for not remembering who, and kisses the palm of her hand, her wrist.
Her intake of breath is a revelation, as it always is, that she is just as affected as he is. It makes him think that perhaps this madness that takes hold of his greedy heart isn't one-sided. He hoards her gasps like jewels in a dragon’s den.
The thought steels him and his eyes are wild as he turns to face the onrush that he knows is upon them. Her hand stays clasped in his own, for a moment, and if he has the brief thought of never letting go, it is one borne of a poet’s thoughts that he’ll remember for later, when the path of his brush traps their moments together.
The sun descends, but she still shines to him, monster’s visage above the blooms of her dress, the neckline covered in blood, her hand clutching a still-beating heart. He only has a moment to appreciate her, his brilliant blonde distraction, before he turns back to the fray.
Oh my goodness... Kelly! 😻🙀😻 This is perfect! I can't stop rereading this! You breathed life into my drawing! You put my feelings into words! I like one interpretation of "The Kiss". It says that although the woman is on her knees and the man is visually dominating her, if the woman were standing, she would be the dominant person. This is so klaroline! I love that detail, and you captured that dynamic perfectly in your writing, as well as Klaus' reverent adoration and Caroline's tender love 🥹
I just don't have the words... honestly... and I don't want to tarnish this beauty with my ignorance and inadequate vocabulary! Thank you so much! Not just for the amazing and magical work. But for the very act of writing, inspired by my drawing. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! ♥️♥️♥️
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