I Officially Became Odahviing's Simp When The First Thing He Did After I Trapped Him On That Bdsm Trap

I officially became Odahviing's simp when the first thing he did after I trapped him on that bdsm trap on Dragonsreach was mock me for not having tHe dovah spEecH

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Waves Crashing Down — a Klaus Mikaelson Fanfiction. Part One: Introduction

Summary: A gorgeous, lethal siren watches Klaus pace around New Orleans’ beach. Curious of his power and beauty, she seeks him out.

Author's Note: I want it to be known that in terms of my characters’ appearances, I like to describe bodies like mine as there is very little rep. I’m very buxom, and I’m going to describe my characters the same way. Please do keep in mind the mention of buxom characters is not inherently sexual. Having large breasts, being a tad bit chubby, or rather, whatever you look like does not make you an object. All bodies are beautiful, and you can think of these characters whichever way you like. Thank you.

Enjoy,

Ginger Xx

In the beginning, you believed that we were mere birds, flying free in the sky with the face of a beautiful woman, our song taking hostage of the air, elevating your spirits and pulling you into your demise. You claimed that Odysseus had his sailors tie himself to a post so that he could stand awake and listen to our callings as if cheating death was ever that easy. You claimed that the source of who we are was by your God’s mighty hand. This we find interesting. You know you cannot escape the vibrations, the sounds of hungry divinity, not even Yahweh. We were always so hungry, so hungry for gentle violence and the cold, bitter taste of your flesh, be it a simple, unproblematic man, or be it your God.

Over time, your accuracy seemed to mature. You discovered that we were sea creatures, lurking in the darkest corners of the ocean, awaiting you, always ready to open up our deathless mouths and let death lure you into our cruel arms because we are hungry.

Do not mistake this as an acceptance of your perception, the image of us you harbour. But do believe that we see how gorgeous you look when the life is leaving your sweet eyes, your bodies half-empty and gentle, your clutch on us desperate, needy, your minds turbulent. It takes us to heaven and back each and every time.

And when the song comes to a close and you are gone, we recline in the sea or on the shoreline for just a little while until our fingertips twitch with hot desire all over again. Call it our duty. Call it evil — we don’t care. We desire consumption, and you are always needy to be consumed, even the most powerful of you… even most he who believes he is above the gorgeous and brutal song of the siren.

New Orleans 2010s…

Ivy rose her head a little above the water, her nose still breathing in the sea. The sound of the sand being pushed down as a man strolled across the beach near the shore had piqued her interest, her hunger, and she recognised him immediately. This was the one they called untouchable, ruthless. The man who couldn’t be killed.

His presence alone was powerful, a testament to his infamous past. She saw that his face was twisted into an expression of anger, his hand at his mouth. He was beautiful, his rage like steam entering the air and threatening it without him having to say a word — his energy alone commanded that around him. His hair was golden underneath the glow of the evening sun, and his attire was entirely noir, which only put more of an emphasis on his soft features. His rosey cheeks, his plump lips, his mean blue eyes — Ivy was struck. She narrowed her eyes, squinting them a little bit as he walked further along the New Orleans beach.

She watched him pass, her head turning in line with his walking until eventually, he had left the beach, a phone to his ear yelling about some deal. His roar was monstrous, his hand shooting at the sky in rage. Ivy’s eyebrows tugged together. What would he taste like?

Her attention shifted when she could sense another man — this one not strong and not angry — heading for the shore. Ivy’s lips parted and then breathed out the opening notes to her calling.

Every siren had a unique voice to match their differing personalities. They had a different technique to taking their victims. Some would sing in a sweet, high voice, the sound of youthful innocence seeping into the victims mind, enchanting them and stirring a desire to control who the voice belonged to before the siren flipped the script. Others would sing in a husky, low tone, the voice stirring the sailor into an almost conscious submission. And the rest were varying shades of danger in between.

Ivy loved the lethality of ambiguity; of singing in a both rich and husky song in a very high key, of making it impossible to know whether she was dominant or submissive. Seducing the man was pathetically easy. She loved possessing big blue doe eyes that could transform at any moment with pretty, plump lips that could pull into a devilish grin. In this, she could adapt to each individual victim, become who she needed to become in order for the killing to be most satisfactory.

As the man, locked in a trance, neared closer and closer to the sea, Ivy climbed onto a rock, flipping back her long, thick ginger hair as she rose from the water. Her song intensified, upping the key even higher. Ivy curled her brows up, her doe eyes big and needy as she reached out for the man.

The man climbed onto the rock, soaked in both the water and Ivy’s song. Ivy wrapped her hands around the man, one around his back and the other around his neck.

Sometimes the siren will let a victim kiss her, but this one didn’t possess enough beauty for intimacy, so the killing commenced immediately. Ivy’s grip on the man’s neck tightened, the man gasping for air, looking half terrified and half in love. His arms were at her waist, right above where her black tail began.

The waves were lull as the man in her arms died. She pulled him into the sea, watching the life drain from his eyes intently, innocently, as if it were not her claw around his neck. A small smile carved on her lips before she sunk her teeth into the man, the warmth of his blood coaxing a moan from the siren. His hands dropped off of her waist, and Ivy ravished him until he were mere bones floating in the ocean.

Ivy was sitting on the rocks, brushing her hair with a golden fork she found. She was watching the empty beach, bathing in the summer moonlight. The moon coaxed a glimmer on her black tail, as well as the pearl-coloured large shells on her chest that held her breasts. Her hair was almost dry, settling in its loose curls. Her mind was lull as it contemplated no violence, her body desiring nothing as she reclined. She was serene.

“Ivy, whatever are you doing, hm?” asked another siren as she climbed on the rocks next to Ivy.

“I’m just sitting, Thana. You have a little blood on your lip.”

“Oh! Thank you.” Thana exclaimed with a giggle before wiping off the blood. “Goodness, I was so hungry. Do you ever leave this rock?”

“Sometimes.”

Sirens are not all evil; they have hearts. However their empathy is only extended to each other and the sea. They form bonds with each other, some even choosing to hunt together, effortlessly doubling the power of the siren, their voices harmonising with each other and augmenting the power of it all. And when it comes to the ocean, they do all in their power to protect it, killing off and throwing out any threats. Thana and Ivy were always very close, though, Ivy preferred to spend most of her time alone. It was simply who she was.

Ivy turned her head to look at her friend. She had black short hair to her shoulders in tight curls, a beautifully soft structured face, very dark skin and a purple tail. The shells on her chest were the same colour.

“It’s cleansing, don’t you think? With all the men we eat, one needs to cleanse herself from time to time. You never know what they get up to before their foot touches the shore.” Ivy said.

Thana was deep in thought for a short time. “You’re very right, Ivy. Everyone knows that man is the most despicable creature.” she finally remarked.

“And yet, the most delicious.”

“Haha! So delicious. Well, I’m off to go for a swim. New Orleans is boring me. Come find me soon, my sweet, yeah?” Thana said as she began making her way off the rock and back into the ocean.

Ivy nodded before going back to watching the beach and brushing her hair, and that’s when she saw him again.

It's even worse because Joseph and Kat were rotting for a klonnie romance.

And we all know how tvd is, so they gave us whatever the hell klaroline is. Like wtf, you have a Bennett witch and a Mikaelson and yet, you make him "fall" for the baby vampire who literally celebrated Klaus’s death in s3 and canonically never felt safe with him. I mean, nothing about klaroline or why/how it was created makes sense.

But klonnie? Bonnie is one of the persons who got the closest to killing him, and Klaus was clearly fucking Greta and had Maddox loyalty, so why would he just forget about that? It's stupid and racist writing, like damn. Imagine how powerful Hope would be as her daughter, because the Bennett bloodline is proven to be one of the most important and powerful and just think about the irony of her ancestor creating the vampire raze and Bonnie birthing the only person who was born one. And Bonnie definitely wouldn't have allowed Elijah to treat Hope as Klaus's redemption, and I don't see her as the type to allow her kid to grow up in a war zone aka New Orleans. But my point is: they would make a good enemies to lovers, because if Elena can marry Caroline's rapist and Caroline can marry Enzo's killer then Bonnie can as hell have a romance with Klaus.

Anyway, what the writers did to Tyler is so messed up. I get he tried to rape Vicky, but I don't take it as canon, because it happened in the pilot and the pilot can only be aired if it has "shocking events" or something like it, and he was never shown to do something like it ever again.

And the way Caroline told him to get over her fucking his mother's murderer??? Like wtf, if Elena had told her to get over her fucking her rapist everyone would be throwing punches at her and yet, Caroline is a "girl boss" for doing it and for knowing what was "best" for her.

Like no, I would chose avenging my mother's death over my girlfriend too.

And the hypocrisy of Hayley calling him a backstabber when she betrayed him first, like I love you but don't be stupid 😭 But he tried to kill her kid, so I get her reaction, but still.

Klaroline is centered entirely around Tyler

I feel like a lot the people who hate klaroline (as they should) really don't understand the foundation of the ship which is why it's labeled as something that doesn't make sense/random, and the reason for that is the Tyler of it all.

Like of course when delusional shippers or anyone really think Klaus was actually in love with Caroline or even liked her in the first place at least initially it's easy then to label it at something that doesn't narratively make sense because it's not explained why he took interest in her , but the thing is the writers knew that which is why we have only like two to three semi subtle cues explaining the basis of the ship but it's unfortunately buried under a tons of fan service especially within the huge fan base

So basically klaroline's first interaction that sparked that cursed ship is 3x11, it's right after Tyler is first seen standing up to Klaus and showing clear rebellion against Klaus enslaving him that he first orders him the bite his girlfriend before showing up at her house etc, all that he knows about her is that she's a random "pretty" teenager which is why he's for no reason on a mission to woo her with all sorts of gifts, since basically he doesn't know shit About her, he's never shown to be physically attracted to her despite seeing her around before and only gave two fucks about her when he wanted to put Tyler in his place, then you have him almost murder her again in season 4 to "teach Tyler a lesson the hard way" and these are his words, like my guy was willing to kill her if it meant humbling Tyler💀 he Brags about how he hurt Tyler to Elijah by "sleeping with his girl", he tells Caroline he couldn't stop thinking about her but the moment they finally fuck he dips lmao??

Even throughout the whole thing Klaus is like "Tyler isn't enough for you, you want to see the world instead bla bla" because he doesn't know her or even actually cared to know her beyond what he sought from her which is literally just to put Tyler in his place and he thrived on the chase, the fact that he failed to get the teenage girl to give in , he was willing to murder her to get back at Tyler, he attempted to sexually assault her and left happy after he finally slept with her

But of course the shippers see the hot villain gift horse paintings to this random ass teenager and they go "he's so in love with her😍"

This whole rant is basically because I'm tired of Klaus's feelings for Caroline being painted as "love" among both fans and antis , I get that he at best might have developed more of a soft spot for her but that was all it was tbh , they have no moments showing actual love/no moments of Klaus taking the time of day to consider her feelings nor does he go out of his way to do anything for her, Caroline was simply a prize to be won out of his grievances with her boyfriend, if Tyler was dating any other pretty girl Klaus would've went after her for the simple fact she's Tyler's gf and he felt the need to humble him

I’ve been seeing a lot of anti-Nazi ones, which is great, but I felt like we needed one to show our support for the Jewish community.  

what’s the most unhinged things that’s happened in your dr?

Shifting content 😻

Well, I haven't shifted yet (tho I'm definitely going to) because the only attempt I do at it is go to sleep and hope to wake up in my dr lmao. Which can work btw, but you gotta set the intention to and I don't even do that.

But I'm still gonna take the opportunity to talk about my drs (they're so good even if they're Wattpad coded, I promise 😭) because I love them and I need to get out of this shitty reality as soon as I can.

My main reality (not the one I'm shifting tho rn) is a tvd one, where I'll permashift and I'm basically the daughter of Hecate in that dr aka the reason to make myself as overpowered as possible (yes I made myself more powerful than Hope deal with it, I'm literally a goddess in that reality). Given that is the dr where I'll stay forever, it's the last one I'll shift to. But my s/o is Klaus and I'm having his tribrid child because no child of mine is being born on this rat hole and I literally love Hope. But it's so cool, I created a new family so I don't have to be part of the main families of tvdu and I basically script those siblings in almost every reality.

Btw, if someone shifts to tvd as well, please script Damon doesn't rape Caroline/Andy and that Katherine doesn't rape Stefan either. And script out the racist shit the Mikaelson are always pulling on Marcel as well as Klaus (and any other Mikaelson tbh) treating Marcel like he's family and not making any blood distinction between him and Hope.

My fame dr is practically those siblings I mentioned earlier and characters of the tvdu in a human au. I'm dating Klaus as well in this reality, and I'm basically the most successful actress and singer of the century (I need my main moment leave me alone). Klaus is a successful painter, at the level of Picasso, van Gogh, Dalí, da Vinci etc. Rebekah is the most famous models of Victoria's Secret, Elijah is one of the best lawyers, Kol is a professional magician and Finn and Freya manage a luxurious company. In other ways, they're famous Kardashian level, as well as my family.

Their parents, Dahlia and Henrik are still dead though lmao. Rip

And I scripted out Julie Pl*c, JK R*wling and Rick Riordan as well. And I basically attributed Harry Potter, Percy Jackson and a lot more to a poc woman named Elia Lennox. I changed everything about hp and pjo btw, they're not problematic books in my dr at all and I added a lot of representation, diversity as well as subplots.

And I asked an ai a way to eat meat that doesn't come from animal abuse and scripted it into my dr. Short explanation: scientists grow meat in a controlled environment using animal cells, without the need to raise and slaughter live animals.

But going back to your point, idk. I like to script scenarios I see in tumblr (especially the ones from @klausysworld 🙈), but perhaps is the one where I run over Klaus with my car and throw him off a bridge in my tvd dr. I need that enemies to lovers trope and he's an complete asshole anyway.

Or perhaps the scenario I scripted where the Mikaelson "go poor" for a week and they have to come live at our house and I suddenly have to share my bedroom with Klaus. Dw they get rich again, think about it as if their bank account was suddenly hacked by no reason other than karma. Or perhaps witches, who knows.

Ah, I love my stupid fanfic drs that make absolutely no sense. They're so ❤️💗🌷🌼💛 and ☠️💥💢🕳️💀 at the same time.

Hi I’ve always had this question about shifting but whenever I’ve asked people irl they’ve just blanked me?? Anyway, I was wondering as people believe that you mentally shift your soul/consciousness to a parallel universe into that universe’s equivalent of you, where does the consciousness of your equivalent go? Is it in your body while you shift? (I don’t think it is as most people say that their real bodies just appear asleep). Does it just disappear/die or something? If so, what happens to your parallel self’s body when you stop shifting and it no longer has a soul to guide it? I imagine that would be dangerous if someone shifted to a dangerous and then stopped shifting while the other body was in danger. I’ve been curious about this for years. (Also sorry if my language to describe some of it offends you, I’ve never interacted with the community and I personally don’t believe it’s possible but you do you I’m here to learn not to judge <3)

Hey! Nw, you're actually one of the few people non believers of shifting who don't inmediately start calling me/the community delusional.

Now, I personally still haven't shifted yet I completely understand why some people don't believe in it, but here is my personal opinion and what I've leaned in the community: the consciousness doesn't go anywhere, because it's you and you're just making yourself aware of that reality. I know it sounds confusing, because if someone shifted to be us we would probably know it, but the whole concept is weird and shifting kinda works like religion or God: there's no proof that exists, other than your word or experiences of others. And we know really little about human mind.

Nothing bad happens to your body while you're shifting, because you just shift your consciousness, not any physical form. It's not something like astral projection, where you would feel if someone tried to enter your body or something like it.

This probably looks like a mess, but in other words: shifting is a quantum jump (mainly, there is no confirmation but it's what I personally believe), where you shift only your consciousness, nothing physical, to another reality. You don't need a "script" for doing so, it’s just a guide and something people use for lore reassurance.

I hope I cleared your doubt, tho I seriously doubt it. I barely know how to explain myself in Spanish, my own language, so let alone English (please kill me.)