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elaine & sebastian

She hated me. […] I thought she was just another spoiled angel that
wanted to play captain. Little did I know that she had fought as many
battles as I had and had as many victories on her record as I did. She
blinked silently at me and rolled her eyes at my tone before holding her
hand out and squeezing every bit of air from lungs. […] Elaine and I were colleagues and then
friends for a very long time. I always sort of knew that it would be
her. There was something just familiar about her, like she was my other
half
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[characters and story belong to
©klausgoldstein]

klausgoldsteins:

Paradise Lost by @persephonesdarkness HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Klaroline AU | Crossover, Modern!AU, Frankenstein!AU [with Dr. Frankenstein!Caroline and Creature!Klaus]

New Orleans. After her fiancé Tyler’s sudden death, the young Dr. Caroline Forbes falls in a deep depression. That is, until she discovers some old diaries belonged to one of her ancestors – some study about bringing life into dead subject – and that is why she has spent the last months digging graves and stealing equipment from her hospital. But before starting to work directly on her fiancé’s body, she decides to test her new discoveries on some corpse she has stolen from the nearby prison – where she has managed to enter as the doctor who supervises the executions. The body has belonged in life to a certain Niklaus Mikaelson – a quite dangerous person, with no relatives, or friends who would have recognize or looking for him in the case her experiment went fine.

kingloptr:

portraitoftheoddity:

The great thing about fandom/internet friends vs. friends you meet out IRL, is that when you get to know people for the first time face-to-face, there’s this awkward process of trying to figure out juuuust how much of a dork they are, and how much you can nerd out before you scare them off. Like, you don’t wanna break out the real freaky shit right off. There’s always the impulse to hang back a little, as you try to gauge just how into a thing they are. But with fandom friends? You fucking met them in the garbage heap. You knew their fucked up narrative kinks before you even know their real name. They are screaming their passions into the void. Your friendship comes pre-loaded with already knowing the exact depths of each other’s depravity, and any ordinary-people-shit you have in common is just a bonus.