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rudytubooty2107 · 2 months

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The Bird

As I looked out into the desert sky, I felt a breeze I had never felt before. It felt almost calming, as if something were to call out to me in the distance with its warm tones that feel all too familiar to my ears. And at last, I see an entity with that same sense of familiarity. There it was, a bird silhouetting through its never-ending seas. It was like I could taste the sweetness of a honeycomb tree each time its wing grazed through the untouchable wind. I knew it was taking over me. And I knew I couldn't fake it, even if I wanted to. I knew this feeling all too well. It felt like home to me. As if the ancient roots were wrapped around my every being.

And yet I still felt as though there was something more to all of this. I couldn't put my finger to it, but I knew I just had to know. Because it was so alluring to me that I felt as though I would never want to leave. But I just had to know what it was that truly was there calling out to me. So, I asked the bird who they truly were, to diverge not just its identity, but its intentions as well. It did not speak, not even a chirp. It flew away, but I knew I could not stand by and watch it leave my eyes. I could feel that warmth I once had slowly become colder. I knew that I needed to follow it so not only would I still remain warm, but perhaps uncover the truth to all of this.

So, I followed without thought, without consideration for the possible consequences that could ensue at any given moment. But it did not matter to me. I knew that this warmth I felt would never lead me astray. I knew that I would only become closer and closer to something even more grand that I had already experienced. And I couldn't have been more right. I could see something in the distance that could have never been in a barren waste land that I was in for so long. It was a field of the greenest grass I could've ever seen. It smelled sour but refreshing at the same time. I felt as though I could run faster, for I could see the bird was even farther. And so, I ran faster.

As I ran, I could see something more. It was a field of roses in every color you could ever have imagined. The beauty of it all was so captivating. It had the sweetest smell to it all. I felt as if I could taste it in my month as I breathed it all in. It opened up my lungs. And in doing so, I could run even faster than I did not even a moment ago. And I found myself running along side that same bird.

Whilst we ran alongside each other I could feel something in the air that had a slight cool breeze within the warmth I had already felt. It was a lake that glistened with the glare of the bright sun. I ran alongside that beautiful lake with my eyes wide open.

As I continued on, I could feel myself slowly lessening my strides. I felt as though I couldn't let something so beautiful slip past me. And as I did so, I could see everything I saw along my way converge together all in one place. So, I did what I felt was right and stopped to take it all in.

In doing so I lost track of the bird. The very thing that I set out on my journey to stay alongside so that I could continue to feel the warmth it gave me. I felt as if I had lost everything without having given anything at all. I could do nothing but fall over myself feeling my eye well up with tears full of sadness. The feeling of lose took hold of me faster than I could ever run from.

But then, suddenly I felt that warmth again, and yet it felt different. I knew it was close by, as if it was right behind me. I turned around with a quickness wondering what could bring me such a warmth again. But I was blinded by the light that shined even brighter before. As I opened my eyes to it all, there it was, what I never thought I would ever see again in my life. It was my family with their arms wide open ready to bring me into their arms once again after so many years. I could do nothing but continue to let my tears fall. They fell down my face as if it could overflow the lake that laid right beside us. Never before had I felt such a joy before in so long.

I thought they would say so many things to me as I had hoped. But they just held me still and silent with the warmth I had longed for. It felt like nothing short of complete bliss. I knew at that exact moment that there was no need for any words, not even a whisper was needed. Because I already had everything I need.

And yet I still gazed my eyes in the distant as I heard something. It was that same bird I had followed all the way here. At first I reached out my hand longing for its companionship. But then, I retracked my hand as I saw it fly off into the distant. I no longer cared about that birds reasons for bringing me here. I no longer wished to find the truth I thought I was searching for. Because the truth of it all is that it brought me right where I needed to be. It brought me Home.

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viablemess · 1 month

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Gale's Childhood + Mystra

I just have some thoughts and need to articulate them because they will not leave my brain alone at all and I cannot think about much else. Feel free to sit down and join me as I word vomit how I imagine Gale’s childhood went. I did not edit this or proof read it at all, so bear with any grammar/spelling/flow mistakes please!

So, Gale’s mother is Morena Dekarios, we know that. She’s an angel, an icon, and she cares so much, and she is wicked smart. I also headcanon that she is a high quality escort in the City of Splendors, and so grew up knowing how to please people and blend in with high society in any way she can. So, she raised Gale right. She told him about what she did, never hid anything from him, and would bend over backwards to ensure that her son was happy, healthy, and cared for. Because she had to blend in with high society, she had so many books, and art pieces, and high quality alcohol and clothes all over her house. Gale grew up around these, and absorbed it all with ease, and Morena thought that was fantastic. She frequently sent him to school whenever she had to work even if he had already spent the entire day there because she knew he would be safe and looked after, because his dad was not around to look after him.

Speaking of his dad, let’s talk about Waterdeep politics for a moment, shall we? We will circle back to Gale’s parentage. Waterdeep is ruled by a council of 16 Lords, all of whom are anonymous. Whenever they are ruling in public, they use magical masks called the Lord’s Helm that hides their identities. A common game in Waterdeep is to identify the Lords and figure out the rumors that float around about them. The Lords actually start most of their own rumors, though, so these can be easily misleading. Because the Lords elect the other Lords via anonymous vote, it is difficult for the Lords to even know who is who, but they do know their names, and so they have more information. So, while the Lords are frequently protected from assassination / bribes / stalking / lobbying from the public, they are not as always well protected from each other, so the secrecy is still important, and caution is warranted. I imagine some of the Lords take this very seriously, and value the job over forming families or bonds, so high quality well-to-do escorts like Morena are highly sought after.

Now, back to Gale’s father. So, Morena is an escort for a Lord, one thing leads to another, some mistakes are made, and Morena gets pregnant which was definitely not the goal, but she can’t tell anyone she is pregnant with a Lord’s child, so she just pretends the child’s father is another client and moves on. So, if the Lord happens to be a (maybe red) wizard/cleric/paladin of Mystra… who is to say? If this Lord happens to be highly talented and magically inclined (or magically manipulated) who would ever know? Gale starts showing magical inclinations in the womb. Morena’s 9 months of pregnancy are absolutely hell. She isn’t ready for a child, but she isn’t not ready, either. So, she gets shit done and gets ready. She talks to the local Blackstaff Academy and seeks help and these teachers are /interested/ because rarely does anyone show magical talents in the womb and they are here to support her and more importantly here to teach this would-be-prodigy.

Morena is wealthy, so she can pay for private tutors and Gale shows magical abilities akin to a teen when he is a child, and so she fanes those (sometimes literal) flames. She knows her son’s child is powerful, and so Gale must be powerful, too. She loves him, and fully enables him to make his own decisions, but he is /good/ at magic and a child. He likes being good at things, and so of course he follows his talents naturally. So much so, in fact, that when he accidentally sets off a fireball trying to pick his mom some roses with a mage hand, Elminster shows right up. He had been watching Gale, after all. Mystra had told him to. Mystra had told him to watch Morena when she was pregnant, too, because Mystra knew what would happen. Mystra willed this to happen, and neither Morena nor Gale are any wiser about it.

“I wanted to give my mum something pretty,” tiny Gale had said, tears in his eyes and chubby cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry! I thought the roses were pretty, like sunsets are pretty, and I must have thought of the fire of a sunset by accident and—and—please don’t get mad at me.”

Because if there is one thing that Morena did instill in Gale other than politeness, a love for the finer things in life, and a sense of ambition (heh, ouch), it was to be respectful of authority, because Morena isn’t stupid. If a Lord could use another Lord’s child against them, they would, no hesitation. So, Gale is taught to be a good, rule-abiding little boy who has a healthy caution of leadership but mostly knows how to smile and nod and keep his head down. And Elminister, while not masked, gives off waves of authority, so Gale aims to please and keep his head down.

Elminster smiles. Gale clutches Morena’s skirt and hides behind her and Morena glares at Elminster as if daring him to do something. Elminster puts out the fire with a wave of his hand, and introduces himself. “I’ve been keeping an eye on your talents, Gale Dekarios. You’re so talented, but you do not know where to aim your talents. May I help you?”

Morena knows who Elminster is, she has heard the rumors. She does not know he is Mystra’s chosen (Morena knows Elminster to discuss grandiose tales with her clients, not to study magic or doctrine) or his relationship with Mystra at all. Morena frequently says, only in private and after a few glasses of wine, that the Gods can fuck right off because they were no help to her, she helped /herself/ thank you very much, so she does not know. She just sees this powerful and well-known figure who might be able to help her protect her son from his dad who is maybe still a Lord, and says yes.

Gale’s private study with Elminster goes on for a few years before Mystra gets involved when he turns 11. He excels, he goes to Blackstaff as one of the youngest students ever, and his classmates hate him. He is too good, too favored, too young. He does not have to try, as if he is blessed, and Gale does not understand why his classmates hate him. He’s studying just like they are, just many years ahead. He is young just like them, but a few years more. He has a favorite teacher in the form of Elminster, just like his classmates have their own favorites who actually are teachers at the academy and not a rumored hero of Faerun. His experience is close enough for Gale to not understand why his situation is unique, and why his peers hate him for it. So, he asks for a cat. Cats are nice and soft and hiss at people who they do not like, and Gale always had a hard time saying when he didn’t like someone so maybe the cat would do it for him. But Gale needed to focus on his studies, and cats couldn’t live with students at Blackstaff, so everyone tells him, respectfully, no. Gale keeps trying to make friends, and keeps failing, and he finally says “fine I’ll summon my own friend!” and summons Tara, which is an impressive feat, and within a single hour Tara says “fuck everyone this human is /mine/ and no one can tell me otherwise.” People try to banish Tara away, and she always comes back, but only for Gale, and sometimes for Morena.

Everyone knows Gale is talented, but it is not until he casually wields the Blackstaff entirely by accident that everyone realized how much so. The staff molds to his hand, and flutters in his direction ever since he picked it up. The school is furious, and Gale does not understand, because does that not mean that he is good at what he studies? He doesn’t understand it means he is a threat, he is too good, he is too strong, and some people would rather eradicate him than educate him.

One of the requirements for students at Blackstaff is survival training. The students are released into nature and told to fend for themselves, summon food and water or use their magic to otherwise make some, to create shelter, to prove that in practice they can manage a bad situation. The teachers are nearby, of course, to help should something go wrong. However, at this point, teachers feel one of two ways about Gale Dekarios, and that sometimes is a help but frequently is a hinderance. These teachers see this child, and can easily understand that one day he will be a threat to their jobs, their research, their theories. He’s just that good. And some of the teachers get together to make this test akin to the hells for Gale, and he goes off by himself. Waterdeep is surrounded by beautiful golden beaches and stalagmite caves, which are beautiful blessings during the tourist times of year. They are deathtraps during high tide, and the teachers know this, and so does Mystra.

It's pouring by the end of the first day, and Gale does not know where to go. He can heat his closes, and summon food and water, but he is aware of the fact that magical exhaustion is a thing, and that he cannot keep himself dry and warm constantly with magic for the duration of the test. So, when he sees a rainbow will-o-whisp that feels safe, he follows it into the cave. Mystra leads Gale into a shallow grave planted by the Blackstaff teachers, and watches him almost drown. The teachers would have let him drown. They would have let this eleven year old boy get grabbed by the rushing water and dragged to the bottom of a sharply pointed, mud filled cave. At the bottom of that cave is a large hollow tree trunk, and the teachers would have waited for tide season to end, and eventually drug Gale’s tiny corpse out of where it was wrangled around the smooth wood, where Gale had tried to hold in and climb out feebly, crushed by the weight of the water overhead, until the calmness of unconsciousness met him.

Drowning was calm, for Gale, at first. It was calmest when the rainbow will-o-whisp appeared again, a single speck of bright light in the murky darkness, his eyes stinging with water, his chest and stomach throbbing for oxygen. Drowning was calm, as he felt warm arms wrap around him, and felt the water get expelled from the hollow tree. Gale felt the weave rid his lungs of water and dry him off and warm him. Mystra lead Gale to his death just so she could save him, and so easily, Mystra became an exception to Gale’s distrust of authority, because she taught Elminster. She was the very rush of security and rose and love that Gale felt every time he channeled the weave. Mystra was magic—what Gale was good at, what made Gale who he is, what Gale loved. So how could he not love his savior? His muse? Mystra welcomed him into her hollow tree and taught him of Her. Her world. Her gifts. Her abilities. The three days of the test passed in a blink, and Gale emerged from the cave tinged with blue and white and the teachers who sent Gale to die heard Mystra’s laugh in their ears.

Mystra had staked her claim on Gale, and everyone knew it. Everyone had suspected it, when Elminster kept showing up, but now they had proof. Gale’s magic was sprinkled with starlight, brilliant blue and white and purple of Mystra. Gale vanished in his dreams to visit Mystra in her domain, and she continued to teach him everything that the teachers couldn’t or wouldn’t. The teachers who tried to kill him snapped to attention and did everything they could to help Gale, then, because to not would be to betray the Weave itself.

Gale went back to the hollow tree when he was about to graduate and the tide lowered, and met Mystra again. She took a more physical form, then. She guided his hands and arms as she taught him magic, and she kissed him on the forehead. She whispered, “my child, my star, my boy, my prodigy,” and Gale fell further and further under her spell. The Blackstaff Academy had graduation ceremonies where everyone would dance and celebrate their victories with one another. Morena was so, so proud. A few Lords showed up to congratulate the students, and check on the fresh talent. Gale was the equivalent of the valedictorian, and when he danced with himself, the more learned students and the teachers and Tara could see the strings of Mystra’s weave manipulating his movements like a marionette until they were perfect. Because he was her’s, and she would settle for nothing but the best.

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the-dawn-star · 3 months

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Hi, this is more of a general question than a request, but how would yandere Volturi Coven react to their human obsession showed strong loathe and fear toward them because Volturi’s disregard of human life and casually killing them for food? How would they feel and deal with reader’s negative feelings toward them?

A/N: This somehow ended up really difficult to write but I tried my best! Thank's for the idea!

-S

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TW/CW: killing, vampire things, I can't think of anything else too explicit.

In general, I don’t think they care too much. In their minds Reader will get used to it, to all the murder and bloodlust. And Reader really isn’t going to have the chance of not getting used to it. You know living in a castle with them and the whole coven being pretty open about the whole “we kill people”-thing.

Reader’s negative feelings might cause them to be a bit sad about it all, but they aren’t going to change their behavior in any way. It’s more seen as Reader’s own personal problem that they need to get over with.

If we really want to go a bit more yandere-ish. They may try to quicken this “getting over” process by trying to desensitize Reader to all the spilling blood. (You may come up with your own ideas of how that happens...)

#the twilight saga #the twilight series #the twilight renaissance #twilight saga #twilight #the volturi x reader #the volturi kings #the volturi #volturi #the volturi guard #the volturi coven #twilight x reader #yandere twilight #yandere x reader #yandere #writers thoughts #volturi coven

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mochalottie · 1 year

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Headcanons!

I have decided on some Spider headcanons. Peruse if you would like. And yes, it's because I'm writing fluff (finally) and it gots me thinking!

when he is comfortable, he sleeps spread eageled. Like, arms and legs thrown wide over his pallet, capable of punching his sleep mate(read: siblings - Sullys or Tonowari fam take your pick) and not even know it, take up the entire bed.

he's the kind of sleeper who kicks off the blanket and then whines until it's put back. and then does the same thing two minutes later.

he doesn't snore per say, but his breathing can be quite loud. as if he's telling the world that yes, he is alive, and completely unaware to his own chaos. the hissing from his mask doesn't help.

he loves sleep piles. and is usually the person on the bottom even though he's the smallest.

his siblings say it's because he's so 'soft' and 'squidgy'. when actually it's because he runs hotter than they do, and they act like he's their personal heater.

he mutters in his sleep. and has the wildest dreams that he doesn't remember a lick of when he wakes up. like, psychedelic colourful visions that make him say the weirdest things.

catch the Sully siblings and Tsireya and Aonung giggling at him when he mutters about a bright pink ilu that won't stop eating his hair. and wishing they had a camera to record it and show him in the morning.

he falls asleep quickly. i imagine its like he's a cat, he finds a good place to spread out and he's out for the count. but, he's quick to wake up and become aware.

but when he has an opportunity to sleep in in a cuddle pile? the only thing that'll wake that boy up is the smell of food.

#headcanon #spider socorro #avatar way of water #atwow #writers thoughts #lottie does headcanons

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mundanemoongirl · 1 month

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What always amazes me about writing is how a few words can make such a big difference.

I was writing dialogue about how one character met another and the original, “She saw me sitting by myself in the dining hall one day and came to speak to me. We’ve been best friends ever since” is fine but then I added “Actually, she wouldn’t let me not speak to her” before the last sentence and it baffles me how a few more words gave my dialogue so much more personality and made it so much more fun to read.

Writing seriously feels like real life magic.

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karisomk · 6 days

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Writing be like:

#writers thoughts #writer thoughts #writers #writing memes

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tsukis-diary · 1 month

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If I have to kill for you, I will;

And if I have to die for you, I won't complain.

#dark academia #romantic academia #poets corner #poetry #love #poets on tumblr #poetsandwriters #poem #love poems #poetic #writers thoughts #writers on tumblr #thoughts and feelings #writers and poets #not so dark academia of me #dark academia aesthetic #romantic academia aesthetic

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cactusenokioko · 2 months

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Me: Okay, time to finish the story. I wrote the beginning, the middle... Wait, where is the ending!? Brain, how did you manage to fuck it up!? Listen, we've been through this before...

Brain: I don’t give a fuck, let’s continue the story :D

#memes #writers community #writer things #writer memes #writers thoughts #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #writerscommunity #writers and poets #idk how to tag this

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dojaymi · 1 year

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My cool writer pal had a great epiphany today regarding some beloved Christmas stories.

“I find it very interesting and compelling how two of the best Christmas stories, A Christmas Carol and It's a Wonderful Life, are almost inverses of each other.

In A Christmas Carol, a miserly and selfish old man is shown that the world will not miss his passing because he has been cruel and cold to all those around him. In It's a Wonderful Life, George always puts others before himself and is in the depths of despair. He, however, must be shown that the world around him is better for his having been in it.

Both have generally the same end moral of selflessness and compassion, but for one character it's a wake-up call, and for the other it's a reminder of why we do the right thing.”

#christmas #december #a christmas carol #its a wonderful life #writing #writers thoughts

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just-an-enby-lemon · 6 months

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"The Suffering of An Author that Doesn't Write" a book never writen.

#writers on tumblr #writers thoughts #is me i'm the author #writeblr

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vikkicomics · 1 year

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It’s gone out of fashion to write about families because of the rise of individualism but it’s actually really fun to write about siblings because you’re writing about two people who are stuck together no matter what their disagreements are or what injustices they commit. Siblings have to be physically separated to distance themselves from each other, as soon as they are in the same vicinity they can’t stop themselves from interacting. You can say you’re not going to see your brother or sister again because of some drama but if they turn up to the same funeral or wedding as you you’re probably gonna end up talking.

#writers thoughts #writing siblings

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rudytubooty2107 · 4 months

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I am not a failure.

I have lived my life as best as I could not knowing its purpose. And yet here I stand through it lost and afraid of all that lies before me. This fear has crippled me, stived me even. Feeling unable to move forward, not even left or right. Feeling as if I can only move backwards, or not move at all. Such a terrible feeling to have. Living in a world where all I can do is fail over, and over again without any success to call my own in sight. I've felt nothing but shame in every indeever.

But I can no longer continue to live a life like this. I can't keep living like this. To live in fear may be scary, but that is what comes with life itself. We stumble and fall no matter what we do, and we have to learn to stand up for ourselves in these constant moments in life. Stand up from whatever comes our way. Whatever comes our way, we have to do what we can to live. No matter what it may be.

Mountains crumbling before our very eyes as they make way to crush us from fallen debris. Earths shattering right below our feet taking us into its endless darkness. Fire surrounding us burning our bodies to nothing more than smoke and ash. And yet, it's so strange we somehow manage to find the will to pull ourselves together and push ever forward.

I can no longer let these very things stop me from living a life that a dream for, that I yern for. It doesn't have to be anything glammerous. It just has to be a life that I choose to live. Because we are not the some of our failures. We are the architect of our own lives. And I will prove it by doing what I feared to do my entire life. Live.

#life #male writers #writers thoughts #deep thinking #feelings #writing #writers and poets #unspoken #just being honest #honestly #reality #struggle #thought #vulnerability #trust #life choices #secret life #feeling

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madelineorionswan · 4 months

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An Update...

I think this has been a long-needed update from my side. Those who read my stories will know that I have been less and less active as days go by. My life has been crazy so far with my final years at school as well as studying for entrance exams. There's also the prospect of college. And unfortunately, my schedule has become hectic. I still enjoy writing and the world of my writing, but I have become so busy I barely have time to open my laptop to write. So, I apologise to all for my absence and to keep everyone waiting for updates.

Secondly, my interest and fascination with the HP fandom has slowly been dissipating due to a myriad of reasons and I find myself detached and unmotivated to write stories related to it. That's not to say that I dont like the fandom anymore; I have immense respect and appreciation for the fandom that basically started my journey of writing. So, unfortunately, I have decided to discontinue the hphm series for now. I may come back to it sometime later in life, but for now, I will focus on my original projects as well as the Royal AU, which you can find on Wattpad and here (I'm more active on Wattpad and have other projects there)

I hope you guys aren't, too disheartened, truly it was a tough decision to make but I hope you all understand.

On a Happier note, Happy New Year to all!!! Lots of love and appreciation to all ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ hope the following year goes well for all.

#writers thoughts #clearing stuff

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the-dawn-star · 8 months

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How would you rate Mikaelsons as romantic yanderes from the worst to the best? (taking account factors such as how easily is it for reader to be broken by them, how good is reader’s life with them and how easy is it for reader to accept and adapt , etc) Personally I think Elijah is the best since he is the most understanding one out of the bunch and will doing the best to help reader to adjust to her new life. In terms of the worst both Klaus and Kol can be very bad for the reader, especially her mental state, but Klaus is more calculated and controlling and Kol is more impulsive and sadistic. However, is it probably still safer to be Klaus though as I feel it will be a higher chance of Kol losing control and kill the reader accidentally. I also feel as long as the reader give in to Klaus and be submissive then her life will be much better, so it is not the worst life in the end.

The best: Freya Freya isn’t a vampire so just that fact makes her a lot more humane than her siblings. Freya gives Reader a lot more freedom than her siblings, but she will cast a spell or two if she thinks that Reader is going to run away.

Finn Finn is really similar with his yandere behavior than Freya. Finn mostly just wants someone to love and appreciate him. Also, because Finn dislikes being a vampire so much, I don’t think he would be comfortable using his powers against Reader.

Elijah Elijah has enough self-awareness to realize that what he is doing is wrong and he might treat Reader more humanely but still he isn’t going to apologize or change his behavior. Elijah wants a normalish relationship with Reader, but it’s never going to be that easy.

Rebekah Rebekah is kind of middle of the road when it comes to being a yandere. She doesn’t really care that Reader is an actual human with feelings and not her toy. Rebekah loves if Reader becomes compliant to her affection. But she isn’t anywhere as brutal as the next to come…

Klaus Klaus is brutal sometimes even without a reason but there is still a chance that Reader could appeal to his humanity. But Klaus’s paranoia might cause him not to trust Reader, no matter how truthful they might be. So, it’s best to just shut up if you don’t want to die.

The worst: Kol Kol is the worst. He will gaslight the Reader about their feelings. And Kol will spill the most Reader’s blood out of all of his siblings. Also, Kol is really quick to anger just like Klaus. Kol’s end goal is to break Reader’s mind to get them to be compliant.

-S

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