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Something wretched about this (so precious about this)

For anyone that missed it on AO3, here is the Klaroline Valentine one shot I wrote for @thetourguidebarbie. Includes Succubus!Caroline. Title from From Eden by Hozier.

Caroline despised being indebted to anyone.

              Being in such debt to a vampire of all creatures was even worse.

              For millennia, the vampires had been a bane to Caroline’s kind.  They became addicted to the touch and taste of a Succubus so easily, and it typically resulted in a shortened lifespan for the succubus in question.

              But Katherine Pierce had once saved Caroline’s life, and so was – begrudgingly – owed a boon.

              “Distraction.” She ran a finger around the edge of her cup.  It was a latte – a rather delicious latte – but the taste was marred by the fact that she was there with a creature that could choose to go for her throat at any moment.  “That’s all?”

              “That’s all?” Katherine raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow.  “Well, I could try and make it more complicated… but I figured that being a distraction to Klaus Mikaelson would be difficult enough.”

              “Is Klaus Mikaelson supposed to mean something to me?”  Caroline took a sip of her latte, watching Katherine over the edge.

              Katherine eyed her in return, a slow smile that Caroline knew better than to trust curving her lips, but… this would get rid of the damn favor.

              “He doesn’t need to mean a thing.  So you’ll help me?”

              “Tell me what you know.”

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Anyway, here’s the one that made it. Chest of drawers, dollhouse-scale. Drawers are plastic, the frame is wood. About 10x4x3cm. The drawers are numbered 1,2,3 but the only difference I can see (the molding of the front - some are almost completely flat, others are more uneven) does not correspond to the numbers. Also there’s four of the 1’s and only two 2’s.

It’s too small to fill its original function in 1/6, but it works fine as a smaller shelf, the kind you’d have on top of your desk to keep tiny doll stuff in. I have something similar.

J.D., 24

“My style is defined by the resourcefulness needed to look like what I feel I’m worth despite my poverty. The majority of my wardrobe (and furniture) is thrifted and dug out of dollar bins, so I’m not always sure about labels. This outfit is compromised of those finds from locations in San Francisco’s Mission District and Brooklyn, where I currently live. I have a lot of style icons and my looks vary by my mood. I’ll wear a dress one day, flannel the next, and sportswear the next.”

Sep 17, 2016 ∙ Mission-Dolores
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Stuff I Didn’t Buy:

  • misc. pieces overpriced (vintage!) dollhouse furniture with folkloristic motifs
  • fashionable horse with lipstick which for some reason weirded me out in a pretty non-collector kind of way
  • tiny space prince with rainbow-colored cape. I was tempted, but I couldn’t justify paying 100 SEK (about $12.50) for the bag with him + two boring clone dolls (although the girl doll had a cute dress + shoes).
The Seal Lullaby: Chapter 3

Next chapter! Long one this time.

Thanks to @minky-for-short @childofdustandashes @purearcticfire

Also a huge thanks to @brainypaperbullets who did some utterly fantastic fan art for chapter one that just completely blew my mind, excellent stuff.


For years, people in the village had tutted and shook their heads over the folly down by the beach, one of the slowly disintegrating and weathered cottages that were always found in little towns like this. In such a tight knit and curious community, often forced into close quarters in the bar or the diner or the café by the habitually bad tempered weather, such things were well thumbed conversation topics. They called it a waste, an eyesore, a pile of rubble that should have been swept off their coastline a long time ago or at the very least turned into something useful.

But of course, if it had, what would they talk about?

So, it was an expected but still odd twist of irony that when the young couple of strangers turned up and actually started rattling around in the old house, it caused more suspicion and exasperation than relief. Though the potential for grumbling conversation in the church hall was frankly delicious. Though now they muttered sullenly, chewing over who these two could possibly be, they looked like they were barely out of school, nothing more than kids really. And how on earth did they get the money to fix up that old place, the work it must be taking to make it habitable didn’t bear thinking about. The noise alone of them sawing and hammering and scraping was ghastly, must be scaring all the wild birds away. And lord above only knew what they were doing sleeping in the back of the banged up old car they’d arrived in, apparently until the cottage was complete; that was much too close of quarters for some of the older residents’ liking.

The whole situation just reeked of something suspicious and would clearly come to nothing good and someone should probably do something.

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