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kirythestitchwitch · 6 months
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Klaroline WIP Wed - Freaky Friday Time Travel fic - Part 2
Okay so FFTT fic won the poll so here you go! I gave an extra amount bc I couldn't decide a reasonable place to stop. Picks up after this snippet.
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While her vampire hearing might have been bogged down by the noise in the Square, she was annoyingly attuned to Klaus’ presence. His parting words reached her easily: “Someday, you will.”
She had gone to lunch grumpy and while fortunately Matt had accepted her grumbled explanation of having run into the hybrid menace–he agreed that would put anyone in a bad mood–she hadn’t quite been able to shake the vague itch that sat under her skin as she helped Matt struggle through algebra.
Even before Elena had been assisted into mind-wiping her whole personality, it felt like the only times she’d been needed were to attempt to twist Klaus around her finger, and those all had middling results that usually left her staring at her ceiling that night instead of sleeping. And now that Klaus wasn’t the worst monster in town–at least from her perspective–she hadn’t gotten a lot of calls recently. Maybe that was why she was so eager to help Matt: it was nice to feel needed.
And maybe that was the reason she had gone over to Klaus’ house when he’d blown up her phone with eleventy billion messages. Not that he’d freaked her out with his half-coherent voicemails. It was already a betrayal in several ways that she agreed to be friends with him. Admitting she cared? She tried to imagine what Tyler would say, his mom’s murderer friends with his girlfriend.
By the time she left the grill, Matt was consistently getting the correct answers on the tougher equations, and she’d worked herself into a ball of stress that only a hemoglobin juice pouch could sate.
Now, staring down at the small cardboard box on the porch swing, Caroline wondered what game Klaus was trying to play. Was he trying to make up for being a bit of a dick–okay, not really, but it’s the principle of the thing–the last time they spoke? If it was Klaus.
A ripped piece of sketch paper was taped to the top and she tugged it free. Her name was printed in Klaus’ bold handwriting, and she sighed. Picking up the box, she let herself into the house. Once in her room, she set the box on her vanity and told herself sternly she would deal with it later. Both AP Bio and AP Calculus finals were tomorrow and she needed to study. Really needed to study.
Pulling her books out of her school bag, she arranged herself comfortably on her bed, shoes off, color-coded notebooks at hand, rubber-banded stacks of flashcards at her hip. She put on soothing lo-fi as background music; she was ready.
Caroline’s resolve lasted an unfortunate seven minutes before she was pulling a pair of scissors out of her vanity and cutting the tape keeping the box closed. Pulling the flaps back revealed cottony packing fluff that she began pulling out until at last the real contents of the box were revealed. Nestled in more fluff, a thick chain with a chunky triangular prism on it sat in the box. It was old, the prism framed in gold. 
“Oh wow,” she murmured, picking it up by the chain and dangling it in front of her face. The stone was some kind of iridescent green with small cracks in it, and the frame of the pendant had markings on it. “That is… really ugly.” It rotated in the light from her lamp, and what looked like writing was down one side. Caroline put out a hand to move it back to get a better look at it, but the moment her fingers connected with the pendant, they stuck.
An odd whooshing filled her ears, and the light in her room must have popped because her vision went white.
“Oh shit!” She blinked rapidly, hoping she could see something, anything, while she shook her hand, trying to dislodge the necklace. Whatever magic bullshit was going on, she was going to kill Klaus when she got her hands on him, white oak stake be damned.
A pulse slammed through her and it almost felt like she fell past someone, and then she stumbled back and slammed into something that felt like bars. The necklace fell away from her hand and clattered to the floor; she left it there. Sparkles were dancing in her vision, slowly clearing into the view of an expensive-looking bedroom through a balcony door. She could see a large bed and a chaise lounge next to a bookshelf, another door that looked like it led to an en suite. It could have been an expensive apartment or a fancy hotel room, it was hard to tell. None of it looked familiar, and it certainly wasn’t in Mystic Falls. It didn’t even look American, that look that comes from being several hundred years old that few still occupied buildings had.
Pushing herself up against the balcony, Caroline turned around to take in the view and gasped. In the distance, the Eiffel Tower lit up the night horizon, the glow of a thousand lights brightening up the city. Some part of her was horrified, she’d clearly been kidnapped, she didn’t know how she was going to get home in time for her final unless Klaus could zap her back, and explaining this to her mother would probably ensure she was grounded for, she didn’t know, opening strange packages or something. Caroline should know better.
The other part of her was frozen, thinking how magical the city looked at night.
A soft noise came from behind her. “I would be open to giving the neighbors something magnificent to look at if you insist on the balcony, although I may have to kill them for the pleasure of it afterward.”
Caroline spun around at Klaus’ voice, poised to give him a piece of her mind, and froze. He stood in the door frame without a single stitch on, the lean muscles of his body on display for her like a feast, the tattoos she’d seen on his chest the one time, the trim waist leading down to his incredible co–she clapped her hands over her eyes. There was no looking, none. “Seriously, why are you naked?” She may have shrieked a little. “And why are we in Paris? Is this your idea of a date? Because you are taking me home right now, buddy. I cannot believe you kidnapped me.”
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They live in my head rent free. Drop your headcanons in the reblogg tags
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kotzwinkled · 7 months
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stupid stupid hair.
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molabuddy · 2 years
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redraw of ghskhfsh this one incredible picture that someone posted in a discord . dear god 🎉🎉
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morganbritton132 · 7 months
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Someone asks Eddie if Wayne liked Steve when they started dating and Eddie’s just like, “Yeah, as much as you can like anybody when your first introduction to them is their bare naked ass.”
Steve: That’s not true! We met at the hospital
Eddie: He did see your naked ass though
Steve: That’s your fault. Why’d you guys not keep towels in your bathroom?
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autismsupersoldier · 3 months
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the reason why eva and big boss had such good chemistry is because they both love their corny awful sex puns. kaz not so much
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canisalbus · 3 months
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Absolutely sending me that vasco sleeps butt fucking naked with his weird little Victorian doll boyfriend
Different strokes for different folks.
Vasco finds sleepwear kind of unnecessary and restricting. He doesn't insist on sleeping nude and can go to bed decently dressed if the situation calls for it, but if it's up to him and he's comfortable and in trusted company, he prefers wearing very little.
Machete gets cold easily and has weird body image issues, not being properly covered tends to distress him. Plus he has a thing for high guality garments and wants to look pretty or at least passably presentable even in bed.
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tapeworrmart · 3 months
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Eye to eye 🐍🐾
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1495-gauge · 1 month
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there's that fucked up three-eyed thing that lives in the woods. whose turn is it to chase it off again??
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nightgarla · 4 months
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the sillies :3 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!i havent drawn rouge in FOREVA !!!!!
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splatattackz · 3 months
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my roman empire is the fact that (q)antoine has said that hes not actually naked in any capacity. he just appears that way because whatever he truly looks like/wears is simply too weird for the human mind and so just sees it as that.
"I couldn't explain it to you- it's out of my understanding how I'm dressed. The human mind cannot comprehend how I'm dressed so it shows as that [the underwear], but it isnt exactly like that. [...] It's not powerful, just weird."
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drawnfamiliarfaces · 18 days
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Do you remember episode 12, season 3 of Xiaolin Showdown when Chase was trapped on that machine thing that was brushing butter or whatever all over his chest? Well, hypothetically speaking if First walked in on that situation, how’d he react?
Ok I cackled unreasonably loud at this ask
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listen i rewatched the episode (for science) and honestly the unexpected fanservice torture dungeon happened much differently than i remembered lol (also how fucked up is that right after Jack straigth up murked older monks?? wild)
but anyway basically what First Ninja saw
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ive been on internet too long not to see all of it now
congrats Jack you managed to traumatize a 800 year old ghost.
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extra doodle
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The Sunflower and His Sun
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Painted for a lovely moot on Xitter
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batfam-nalu-onepiece · 8 months
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Luffy: Hey everyone! I want you to meet my new friend. His name is Tra-guy! Say hi!
Law: Hello. I’m not his friend. We are just working together. I’m only here for a little, then I’m leaving
Sanji: Hey welcome to the crew
Law: Crew? No like I said, I will only be here for a little while. A week or two tops
Sanji: Yeah sure. Luffy liked you. So you’re a part of our crew whether you like it or not. Hell, I refused him outright like three times but he made me join
Law: He..made you? Are you like his prisoner?
Sanji: No no, we’re cool now. He just doesn’t give up until he gets you on his crew. It’s not just me too.
Law: Not just you……*looks to the rest of the Strawhats* How many of you didn’t want to join his cree at first?
Zoro, Nami, Chopper, Franky raise their hand
Nami: Really only Robin and Brooke were the ones who wanted to be here. Ussop was in the middle. Luffy said “we’re friends so get on” and he came happily but everyone else..
Law: That’s…so he built his crew by just seeing people he likes and making them part of his crew? No wonder you are all so……odd
Nami: Odd? You should feel lucky! We stopped him from inviting a guy stuck in a treasure box, A tree-Zombie and a unicorn-zombie that were drinking sake, A pair of Legs and a centaur.
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mirrorhouse · 2 years
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live volgin reaction
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owlpellet · 2 months
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the real lesson of bg3 is that you should never attempt dialogue with your enemies and instead just waltz up and drop your highest spellslot aoe right up their assholes before they even realize you're there
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