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[spitecarved]

𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 ╱ private, mutual exclusive & highly selective 𝗞𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗦 𝗠𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗘𝗟𝗦𝗢𝗡 loosely inspired by the tvdu and heavily rewritten into something of my own. sporadic activity based on muse. by ari, twenty4, pst. established 11/25.

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𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 ︲ original hybrid myth made flesh, primordial evil incarnate, the  emperor  reversed,  the  tower  embodied,  enfp/infj  conflict  type,  enneagram  4w3,  choleric-melancholic,  chaotic  evil  with  violent  impulses. ︲

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[spitecarved]

for now, i’m going to place klaus on a hiatus. i’m going to take this week to decide whether i want to continue writing him here or move him to a secret-ish / friends only blog where i can completely separate him from the tvdu. even though i have him loosely inspired here, i’ve found myself growing more and more disconnected from the fandom itself.

i still adore klaus as a character, but i’m not sure i have any interest in writing within that universe anymore at all. i’ll see where i land, but i wanted to give everyone a little heads up in the meantime.

that being said, if you want to keep in touch, i’m launching my new muse today over at @thirdknock. he’s a fandomless, horror original character you can learn about more here or his carrd. i’ll be following people i love already. <3

also @bloodpsalm bullied me into jon snow, so if a murdery psychotic manclown isn’t ur vibe, find me there: @winterkept.

[spitecarved]

to everyone in horror oc fandomless spaces: would you recommend it or no? i have a character i’ve been thinking about for ages and he’s fandomless / non-supernatural and i wanna make the jump. except i’ve only heard horror stories about ocs and how hard it is to get people to interact. i don’t wanna put work into something if it’s not worth the effort.

which i don’t understand bc every oc i follow here is amazing and most of all INTERESTING. idk though. i’ll make a formal post on this later but def am making klaus a plot only muse and just focusing on the people i plot things with. i’m just sorta over fandom in general but it doesn’t help the other muses i write on discord are fandom muses as well. 😭

i just know like i always thought groups were better for ocs but getting something that lasts is impossible. i’m burnt out.

[spitecarved]

ykw, the devil works hard but that o.ba.ma rper works harder. 🇺🇸

[spitecarved]

the worst characters to ever exist: 🧍🏽‍♂️

me: but what if i wrote them?

[laterkiss]

we could have a disgusting thing going on if you want

[spitecarved]

everyone who knows @rapookiesmonsters, join me in bullying her to finally bring poppy into the indie world. i miss her. </3

[spitecarved]

there are no good sons in this family.

[spitecarved]

great news, it’s not my birthday so you still have time to celebrate ari’s day with me when that happens. bad news, i’ve been lazy all day and i’m still tired. i’m also fighting the urge to make a cannibalistic serial killer clown muse. every day the gods lead me further and further away from the tvd rpc………

[novillanelle]

[fightersuggestion]

why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

[pret-boy]

"Would you still love me if I-" I would still love you if we reincarnated a million times and you killed me in each and every one of them. And I would be grateful that your face is the last thing I get to see before I die in every lifetime. Next.

[spitecarved]

@milkandsins

[spitecarved]

lucien’s answer explains absolutely nothing and everything all at once. klaus just stared at him for a moment. there are times where he remembers that lucien had once been human and then there are times, like the present, where he’s convinced he’d simply crawled fully formed from some particularly irritating corner of hell. however, he had managed to get himself arrested solely to secure klaus’ company and there is something deeply narcissistic about that. then again, lucien had learned from the very best. “ah, of course! why inconvenience yourself by utilizing any of the resource at your disposal when you can drag me into a police station in the middle of the evening.”

the comment about handcuffs earns him a look, one that would’ve probably inspire better self preservation in lesser creatures. unfortunately, lucien had long ago become immune to such things. “darling, if i wished to put you in restraints, i assure you, i wouldn’t outsource the task to men earning state salaries. please remember, i do have standards.” he opens the cell door then, but doesn’t move aside immediately. instead, he studies him: there’s no blood, bruises or scent of fresh violence. physically, he’s fine. emotionally? impossible to say since he had always hidden unhappiness beneath theatrics. just one of the many unfortunate traits he’d inherited.

the thing about knowing someone for over a thousand years is eventually you learn all their peculiarities. he wondered briefly if this is about some unfortunate, mediocre brunette witch since there is always a brunette witch eventually with him. “where precisely are we going and before you answer, you’d do well to remember that my tolerance for surprises diminished sometime around the eighteenth century.”

[lycancursed]

patience  wasn't  exactly  a  skill  jackie  held.  not  in  quite  some  time  anyway.  by  now,  she  had  grown  tired  of  being  a  slave  to  the  moons  will.  all  she  wanted  was  for  her  burden  to  be  lifted,  to  have  the  freedom  and  control  over  her  own  body.  though  she  did  trust  @spitecarved to  follow  through  with  his  word,  for  now.  so  far  he  has  done  nothing  to  warrant  suspicion.  still,  she  was  growing  restless.  ❛❛  ugh.❜❜  golden  tresses  splay  out  as  she  tosses  herself  against  the  sofa,  and  tosses  her  book  aside.  tired  of  pacing  and  reading  as  much  as  she  was  tired  of  waiting.  ❛❛  what's  it  like  ?  ❜❜  the  question  suddenly  comes.  deciding  to  force  her  childish  impatience  into  curiosity.  ❛❛  y'know,  being  a  hybrid.❜❜ —starter call

[spitecarved]

jackie has been pacing for the better part of an hour and truthfully, klaus had stopped pretending to read somewhere around minute twenty. he understood her restlessness. anticipation had always been a peculiar sort of torture for creatures like them. the closer they get to something they desperately want, the more unbearable waiting becomes. while immorality had given him centuries to learn many things, patience had never been one of them. he sat his glass of bourbon aside when the question finally comes.

what’s it like? it’s not a question he can answer easily. his eyes drift toward her sprawled across the sofa. “liberating.” he answered after a few moments. wolves spend their entire lives apologizing for what they are, cycling through fearing it and being chained to it. every full moon a reminder that their own bodies do not belong entirely to them. klaus knew far too much about that. “imagine waking up one morning and realizing the thing that’s controlled you your entire life suddenly doesn’t.” his hand reached over and trusseled through her blonde mane, massaging her scalp. “i suspect you’ll enjoy it immensely, you’ve always struck me as someone who doesn’t particularly enjoy being told what to do… not even by the moon.”

[rlpper]

there's a veil lifted from his eyes that he'd desperately like to drag back down. it wasn't only an aid to klaus' secrecy but also stefan's salvation. protected him from this unwanted truth ; spared him from the overwhelming rush of feelings now, of memories, of an old desire so intense it's difficult to recall ever having existed without it. as if surely even an original's compulsion shouldn't have been able to rewrite this.

denial is his best friend. he sought its companionship for a day or two, but what good has it done ? this is the same sensation as fighting another addiction. swallowing down the urge to confront @spitecarved couldn't last forever. & that's all he'll tell himself this is ; simply a confrontation, nothing more.

klaus is aware he's lingering in the room, of course. his senses are ancient, far greater than stefan's. recalls klaus being able to track him wherever he'd go, them even making a game of it. you're it, stefan would say, like some demented version of tag. & klaus, with his devilish smile, never took long at all. that's the point of it ; nothing's changed. stefan's never been able to outrun him.

' we should talk. ' eases closer, each step slow, reluctant. as if he's prepared to change his mind, though he knows he won't. can't. his stare rakes over the hybrid, recalls the possessive touch of those hands, the pleasant burn of his teeth. stefan loathes it. wants to bury it. wants to hold it out in front of klaus' face & tell him to look. ' unless you're too busy practicing evil schemes or methods of torture ? i could come back later. '

[spitecarved]

klaus had known stefan was there long before he spoke. of course he did. there was a time he could’ve picked him out from the other side of a city. chicago had turned it into somewhat a game between them. stefan would disappear into crowds, bars straight into the aftermath of another massacre and klaus would find him. always, like a morbid game of tag, you’re it. it’s strange the things that memory decides to keep.

klaus had spent the better part of a century pretending that decade had meant very little to him. it was just one particularly entertaining period in an absurdly long life. immorality helped with that. after awhile centuries pile on top of each other until entire lifetimes become little more than stories you tell yourself that happened to someone else. he’d gotten good at it, too. he’d filed stefan away somewhere distant, safe. that was until the memories returned.

of course they should talk, this had become inevitable. stefan salvatore had always possessed an almost supernatural inability to leave old wounds alone. he poked at them, obsessed, worried them and insisted upon understanding them. klaus, on the other hand, prefered to bury things beneath centuries. it always had worked remarkably well. “should we? from what i recall, our conversations generally end with one of us threatening to leave and the other ensuring they can’t.” which one had usually depended on the decade.

stefan’s little jab isn’t surprising. if anything, its reassuring. sarcasm has always been his preferred language when something mattered too much, klaus understood that. he practically invented it. “evil schemes? i sadly must confess i’m between projects at the moment. you’ll be devastated to learn i've spent most of my afternoon painting.” he sat his brush aside, as there was little point in pretending to be busy anymore.

he studied him for a moment. it was an old, irritating habit. sadly some things become instincts after enough years that even the most self aware man in the world couldn’t stop it. there had been a time stefan would’ve walked into the room and kissed him before saying a word, but there had also been a time klaus thought forever meant something coming from his lips. “i have to admit, i’m impressed. most people who recover several decades worth of extremely compromising memories tend to avoid me for longer.”

[ariesrin]

I love characters who would die for each other but will not, under any circumstances, communicate a single honest feeling.

[spitecarved]

@choserage

[prodigil]

' what is with all these damn vampires? '

[spitecarved]

“you know, in some circles, this is considered hate speech.”