+ nefarious-hybrid [season three verse]
When freed of compulsion, he’d been given a choice: Which Stefan would claim free will? The taste for destruction devoured him whole, the way it had when first turning. All that haunted the ripper became him, thus pledging to ensure Klaus suffered the way he had. Destroying Klaus was all that his mind could answer to. His actions were entirely his own. The man who returned to Mystic Falls on a quest of revenge now abandoned all moral boundaries. A formidable villain-Stefan had claimed his freedom, guaranteeing disappointment to those with held expectations.
Being that he were determined to top Klaus at every little match, Stefan mentally possessed a growing list of chaotic plans. Simply holding the stolen coffins captive had only sustained his thrill for a short period. Testing the Original’s limits energized him, kept him alive.
After successfully breaking-and-entering unseen, Stefan appeared at end of the open room. By the time Klaus addressed the Salvatore’s known presence, he’d stood posed along the door frame; crossed arms and a leaning shoulder. The intruder greeted his old friend with absolute confidence.
Rage betided him. For centuries, Klaus awaited the day he could finally free his siblings from their cavernous slumber after Mikael had been forever taken care of. And Stefan, of all people, had to interpose, preventing such coming together from ever happening. At first, Klaus was beside himself with choler but in time talked himself out of ripping Stefan apart or so, those he loved dearly. The Original couldn’t explain it, but he had to believe Stefan would come around. That the two would reconcile and be free to pick up where they left off in Chicago.
“You know, I don’t like your hybrid friends. They’re everywhere. Kinda like fleas. I want them gone.” — Then, just like that, the way Stefan emerged, spewing demands as if he were entitled to that sort of thing, took a stab at his quiet, but otherwise, hopeful expectancy. And immediately, Klaus posed at variance with that. Refusing to bow down or be manipulated and outdone by someone he genuinely considered a friend.
“I’m afraid, that’s not going to happen.” Drifting closer, Klaus sported a sinister smirk, and matched Stefan’s confident stride as he poured himself a drink. “I’ve grown to fancy having them around.” Now, taking a swig of the freshly poured brew, Klaus averted his gaze; soon aligning it with the Ripper’s stiff, cold stare.
The other vampire was obviously stronger than him. Damon had felt his grip when he was picked up. He had to be much older. But it wasn’t until the other vampire attempted to compel that he figured out who he was exactly. Since visiting his dear Katherine in the dungeon, Damon had been on the prowl for her nameless captor. And knowing that he could be compelled, he began the painful process of intaking vervain whenever he had the chance. As hard as it was to believe a vampire capable of compelling other vampires, Damon knew it was absolutely true and it both intrigued and frightened him. For now, he decided to play along and play the compelled part. It was the best strategy until he could gain the upper hand.
“Damon, Damon Salvatore.” He retorted in a monotone voice as his victims had before him.
Though, Klaus sensed the other’s quiet reluctance, he failed to speak of it; momentarily ignoring the inviting suspicions which had then fostered throughout his mind. The name Damon, and moreover Salvatore sounded awfully familiar. Granted, Klaus could not piece together why in a trice or from where, until his gaze ultimately caught sight of the gaudy ring wrapped around his target’s left- middle finger. From there it didn’t take the Original much longer to amount out where else he’d seen it’s identical crest. The only difference was the letter branded in the middle. The current one’s was labeled “D” — quite obviously standing for the bloke’s first name. Whatever this one’s relation was to Stefan — Klaus now felt all too eager to learn.
“Salvatore,” Klaus reiterated, drawing his focus onto the return of the stooge’s face. “Tell me Damon…. from where have you come? The last name ‘Salvatore’ is Italian, is it not?”
Send me a ♤ and I'll shuffle the posts on my blog and give "director's commentary" on the first reply that comes up! (Or feel free to give the post number of a specific post you want commentary on!)
So since you asked for one of our threads specifically, I was unable to use the random feature. I decided to start with our very first thread, and I didn’t even realize that it was going to be crack, but hey I can ramble on and on about that thread, omg.
Okay, so to start off I guess I had better explain. So this is a crack thread between Stefan, Tyler, and Klaus where Tyler is Klefan’s child. Omg, I’m trying really hard to be serious with this, and just thinking about it I’m already cracking up. Anyway, Tyler comes home later than his curfew allows which, of course, leads his parents to their own form of punishment — bloody beer pong with donations from Tyler’s friends. They think he’s lying about what he was out doing, but fun fact — he wasn’t lying at all, just stretching the truth a bit.
I chose this particular reply because I remember when I had initially read the response, once the laughter died out, I was genuinely surprised that Klaus was the nice one; the one who seemed to be more on Tyler’s side than Stefan anyway. I’m not really sure how to say what I mean, so I’m just going to give an example.
[ Voice drops to a whisper as he leans toward Tyler ]
“I wouldn’t say another word. We’re only encouraging him.”
It’s just one of those moments, where one parent is trying to save the child from further punishment or embarrassment, at least that’s how I took it, and I think that was the first moment that I was like, ‘yeah, okay this is a Klaus I can play with.’
When this started, I was very new to rp, and considering the fact that my own personal feelings towards the character lined up pretty exactly with my muse’s, throwing us both into this particular thread was a challenge. It helped that I had started talking to you ooc a little before we started rping at all. I followed you because we were a part of the same verse, and I’m not gonna lie, that was the only reason I followed you at first. I am always very leery about following any Klaus rpers, because of the ship that must not be named. It was actually Tiff who told me not to worry because you hated that ship as much as I do, and that you loved Tyler. So after that I started combing through your blog, and holy cow I was just blown away. So that was another thing that made me nervous about rping with you. I’m an incredibly shy person, so I get intimidated very easily. I don’t think I would have been able to rp with you if we hadn’t talked ooc first.
Gonna take a jaunt down memory lane for a minute here. So the first time that we started talking was actually because you had promo’d me, and I was just in shock, because you are so flawless at everything you do, and I was in awe. So I was scared to talk to you, and when we did, you told me how much you wanted a Tyler/Klaus friendship, but I knew that was something I would have to work my way up to. All I knew was that I really wanted you to be my Klaus, and I wanted you to want to rp with my Tyler. But I was so nervous. So we talked, and talked, and talked, then you mentioned wanting to do this thread. I had no drafts at the time, and I was bored, so I said ‘fuck it, let’s do it’ and then Klefyler happened, and It still cracks me up to this day.
My brother actually read the whole thread, and he about died laughing. My favorite thing about this thread was not even the humorous aspect of it, it was throwing Tyler into such a foreign environment and working out how he would react to it. Yeah, it’s a crack thread, but I still like to stay in character as much as I can, and rping with you and Tiff just made that so easy. I love the way we all write together, and it’s just so much fun. We should do something together again sometime soon.
Now, before I wrap this up, I just want you to know how much I really love rping with you. To me, you will always be Klaus. I love rping with you on all of your other accounts as well, but I will always associate you with Klaus. You are the one who actually made me be able to stomach seeing his face again, and I can actually tolerate him with you. I was actually on the verge of liking Klaus again before TVD100 happened. Not because of anything that was going on in canon, because I look at that and think ‘that’s not Klaus’. You make me see the Klaus that once was, and should have always been. So much so that I even had a dream about a Tyler/Klaus friendship, and I remember waking up and messaging you like, “Mel, I’m ready.” Of course, then TVD100 happened and ruined that, but I just want you to know how much I love you and your Klaus. Whether it’s crack, or the actual threads we have where we actually develop a real relationship between them, it’s all amazing. I always loved their interactions on screen, and I love that I get that with you.
I got my wish, and now I get to call you my Klaus, and one of my closest friends. I’m never ever gonna let you go, Mel! So basically — PS ILY TOOO!!
Mel and I are talking about painful as fuck Mason x Tyler headcanons, and now I really fucking want this, and I can’t have it!! R U D E !