Solana — *Roleplay*
@solanarmaccraith.bsky.social
Parody/Role play account for OC.
AI media is mine.
Just me, weaving threads & getting way too invested in fictional people.
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#SoloSL
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AI media is mine.
Just me, weaving threads & getting way too invested in fictional people.
#WovenByMC
#SoloSL
#TheOriginalsFandom
Tu est tellement belle!
a woman in a suit says you are beautiful
ALT: a woman in a suit says you are beautiful
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November 17, 2025 at 6:09 PM
Tu est tellement belle!
⚜️ The Space Between
He meant to erase the memory.
Instead, it stayed—her pulse, her power, and the dangerous calm that followed.
#WithinWalls
#Threadbound
He meant to erase the memory.
Instead, it stayed—her pulse, her power, and the dangerous calm that followed.
#WithinWalls
#Threadbound
November 12, 2025 at 11:47 PM
Her?
She was something else entirely.
Something he didn’t yet understand.
And for the first time in centuries,
he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.
⚜️✔️
She was something else entirely.
Something he didn’t yet understand.
And for the first time in centuries,
he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.
⚜️✔️
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
Her?
She was something else entirely.
Something he didn’t yet understand.
And for the first time in centuries,
he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.
⚜️✔️
She was something else entirely.
Something he didn’t yet understand.
And for the first time in centuries,
he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.
⚜️✔️
Klaus retreated to his room again. His reflection stared back at him from the window glass—wild, weary, too human for his liking.
She’d told him she didn’t answer to the Ancestors.
He believed her now.
And that was the part that unsettled him most.
Because the Ancestors he could fight.
She’d told him she didn’t answer to the Ancestors.
He believed her now.
And that was the part that unsettled him most.
Because the Ancestors he could fight.
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
Klaus retreated to his room again. His reflection stared back at him from the window glass—wild, weary, too human for his liking.
She’d told him she didn’t answer to the Ancestors.
He believed her now.
And that was the part that unsettled him most.
Because the Ancestors he could fight.
She’d told him she didn’t answer to the Ancestors.
He believed her now.
And that was the part that unsettled him most.
Because the Ancestors he could fight.
—but nothing like that. Nothing that lived without needing to conquer.
When he opened his eyes again, the courtyard was empty. The family had gone inside. Solana was the last to disappear through the archway, her brown hair lit briefly in the torchlight—warm as ember before the dark took it.
When he opened his eyes again, the courtyard was empty. The family had gone inside. Solana was the last to disappear through the archway, her brown hair lit briefly in the torchlight—warm as ember before the dark took it.
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
—but nothing like that. Nothing that lived without needing to conquer.
When he opened his eyes again, the courtyard was empty. The family had gone inside. Solana was the last to disappear through the archway, her brown hair lit briefly in the torchlight—warm as ember before the dark took it.
When he opened his eyes again, the courtyard was empty. The family had gone inside. Solana was the last to disappear through the archway, her brown hair lit briefly in the torchlight—warm as ember before the dark took it.
The ghost of Solana’s power still lingered beneath his skin—a hum that didn’t fade even after the memory had. It wasn’t the kind of magic that asked permission. It had looked at him, seen him, and kept going.
He’d felt a thousand kinds of power in his life—witches, curses, rage—
He’d felt a thousand kinds of power in his life—witches, curses, rage—
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
The ghost of Solana’s power still lingered beneath his skin—a hum that didn’t fade even after the memory had. It wasn’t the kind of magic that asked permission. It had looked at him, seen him, and kept going.
He’d felt a thousand kinds of power in his life—witches, curses, rage—
He’d felt a thousand kinds of power in his life—witches, curses, rage—
—Freya turned, nodded once, then reached out and took her hand, gratitude softening the tension in her face.
The sight did something odd to him.
Not jealousy. Not pride.
Something quieter, harder to name.
He drew a long breath, eyes closing for just a moment.
The sight did something odd to him.
Not jealousy. Not pride.
Something quieter, harder to name.
He drew a long breath, eyes closing for just a moment.
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
—Freya turned, nodded once, then reached out and took her hand, gratitude softening the tension in her face.
The sight did something odd to him.
Not jealousy. Not pride.
Something quieter, harder to name.
He drew a long breath, eyes closing for just a moment.
The sight did something odd to him.
Not jealousy. Not pride.
Something quieter, harder to name.
He drew a long breath, eyes closing for just a moment.
He could have gone down. Should have. But he didn’t.
Instead, he stayed above them, hidden by shadow, watching the family gather in the courtyard. Solana emerged from the far archway, pale but steady. She said something he couldn’t hear—
Instead, he stayed above them, hidden by shadow, watching the family gather in the courtyard. Solana emerged from the far archway, pale but steady. She said something he couldn’t hear—
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
He could have gone down. Should have. But he didn’t.
Instead, he stayed above them, hidden by shadow, watching the family gather in the courtyard. Solana emerged from the far archway, pale but steady. She said something he couldn’t hear—
Instead, he stayed above them, hidden by shadow, watching the family gather in the courtyard. Solana emerged from the far archway, pale but steady. She said something he couldn’t hear—
—exhaustion etched into every movement. Freya leaned against Elijah, drained from the spell. Hayley’s jacket was torn, blood streaking her jaw. Rebekah’s hair was wild, eyes burning with the kind of fury that only came from relief too long delayed.
His family.
They were alive.
And Lucien was dead.
His family.
They were alive.
And Lucien was dead.
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
—exhaustion etched into every movement. Freya leaned against Elijah, drained from the spell. Hayley’s jacket was torn, blood streaking her jaw. Rebekah’s hair was wild, eyes burning with the kind of fury that only came from relief too long delayed.
His family.
They were alive.
And Lucien was dead.
His family.
They were alive.
And Lucien was dead.
He listened to her footsteps fade down the hall before he moved.
The quiet rushed back in, thick and restless—the kind that followed battle, not peace.
Klaus reached the railing of the balcony in time to see the four of them gathered in the sitting area in the courtyard—
The quiet rushed back in, thick and restless—the kind that followed battle, not peace.
Klaus reached the railing of the balcony in time to see the four of them gathered in the sitting area in the courtyard—
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
He listened to her footsteps fade down the hall before he moved.
The quiet rushed back in, thick and restless—the kind that followed battle, not peace.
Klaus reached the railing of the balcony in time to see the four of them gathered in the sitting area in the courtyard—
The quiet rushed back in, thick and restless—the kind that followed battle, not peace.
Klaus reached the railing of the balcony in time to see the four of them gathered in the sitting area in the courtyard—
The lamplight caught on the movement of muscle on his back as he reached for another shirt.
Behind him, Solana exhaled, the air around her still faintly charged.
He’d seen what she could do—and she’d seen that it unsettled him.
Behind him, Solana exhaled, the air around her still faintly charged.
He’d seen what she could do—and she’d seen that it unsettled him.
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
The lamplight caught on the movement of muscle on his back as he reached for another shirt.
Behind him, Solana exhaled, the air around her still faintly charged.
He’d seen what she could do—and she’d seen that it unsettled him.
Behind him, Solana exhaled, the air around her still faintly charged.
He’d seen what she could do—and she’d seen that it unsettled him.
“You keep rewriting the rules, the gods might start paying attention.”
She met his eyes, steady. “Then let them.”
He looked at her a moment longer, the barest hint of a smile ghosting through the exhaustion, before turning away.
She met his eyes, steady. “Then let them.”
He looked at her a moment longer, the barest hint of a smile ghosting through the exhaustion, before turning away.
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
“You keep rewriting the rules, the gods might start paying attention.”
She met his eyes, steady. “Then let them.”
He looked at her a moment longer, the barest hint of a smile ghosting through the exhaustion, before turning away.
She met his eyes, steady. “Then let them.”
He looked at her a moment longer, the barest hint of a smile ghosting through the exhaustion, before turning away.
Her pulse still raced, but her voice stayed level. “I told you. I don’t answer to the Ancestors.”
Klaus’s gaze swept her face—fascination, wariness, something else he didn’t dare name. The corner of his mouth lifted, half a breath of a laugh.
“Careful, little blaze,” he murmured.
Klaus’s gaze swept her face—fascination, wariness, something else he didn’t dare name. The corner of his mouth lifted, half a breath of a laugh.
“Careful, little blaze,” he murmured.
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
Her pulse still raced, but her voice stayed level. “I told you. I don’t answer to the Ancestors.”
Klaus’s gaze swept her face—fascination, wariness, something else he didn’t dare name. The corner of his mouth lifted, half a breath of a laugh.
“Careful, little blaze,” he murmured.
Klaus’s gaze swept her face—fascination, wariness, something else he didn’t dare name. The corner of his mouth lifted, half a breath of a laugh.
“Careful, little blaze,” he murmured.
He staggered a half-step back, hand dropping from her face. His breath came ragged, as if the memory had taken something from him on its way out.
“You…” His voice was hoarse, roughened by disbelief. “You weren’t channeling them. You were the conduit.”
“You…” His voice was hoarse, roughened by disbelief. “You weren’t channeling them. You were the conduit.”
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
He staggered a half-step back, hand dropping from her face. His breath came ragged, as if the memory had taken something from him on its way out.
“You…” His voice was hoarse, roughened by disbelief. “You weren’t channeling them. You were the conduit.”
“You…” His voice was hoarse, roughened by disbelief. “You weren’t channeling them. You were the conduit.”
She steadied the current, turned chaos into rhythm, bled balance back into the lines.
Klaus flinched, eyes flickering gold as the force of it shuddered through him. He saw what she’d carried: the strain, the quiet defiance, the raw command of power that had bent but not broken.
Then—release.
Klaus flinched, eyes flickering gold as the force of it shuddered through him. He saw what she’d carried: the strain, the quiet defiance, the raw command of power that had bent but not broken.
Then—release.
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
She steadied the current, turned chaos into rhythm, bled balance back into the lines.
Klaus flinched, eyes flickering gold as the force of it shuddered through him. He saw what she’d carried: the strain, the quiet defiance, the raw command of power that had bent but not broken.
Then—release.
Klaus flinched, eyes flickering gold as the force of it shuddered through him. He saw what she’d carried: the strain, the quiet defiance, the raw command of power that had bent but not broken.
Then—release.
Then the thread snapped taut, and he was inside that moment.
The courtyard.
The earth split open, the ley lines blazing like veins of molten light.
Solana kneeling, her hands pressed to the ground.
The air thick with power that didn’t belong to the dead but to the living, to the world itself.
The courtyard.
The earth split open, the ley lines blazing like veins of molten light.
Solana kneeling, her hands pressed to the ground.
The air thick with power that didn’t belong to the dead but to the living, to the world itself.
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
Then the thread snapped taut, and he was inside that moment.
The courtyard.
The earth split open, the ley lines blazing like veins of molten light.
Solana kneeling, her hands pressed to the ground.
The air thick with power that didn’t belong to the dead but to the living, to the world itself.
The courtyard.
The earth split open, the ley lines blazing like veins of molten light.
Solana kneeling, her hands pressed to the ground.
The air thick with power that didn’t belong to the dead but to the living, to the world itself.
The first touch wasn’t invasion—it was invitation.
A flicker of warmth, a hum that climbed through skin and memory until the room itself blurred at the edges.
For a heartbeat, she saw him instead: the wall of restraint behind his gaze, the ghosts crowding his silence.
A flicker of warmth, a hum that climbed through skin and memory until the room itself blurred at the edges.
For a heartbeat, she saw him instead: the wall of restraint behind his gaze, the ghosts crowding his silence.
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
The first touch wasn’t invasion—it was invitation.
A flicker of warmth, a hum that climbed through skin and memory until the room itself blurred at the edges.
For a heartbeat, she saw him instead: the wall of restraint behind his gaze, the ghosts crowding his silence.
A flicker of warmth, a hum that climbed through skin and memory until the room itself blurred at the edges.
For a heartbeat, she saw him instead: the wall of restraint behind his gaze, the ghosts crowding his silence.
—to the steady pulse there, and for a heartbeat, both halves of her bled through—the witch and the wolf, blue and gold threading like lightning through her eyes.
A silent answer passed between them — not yes, not no, just now.
His fingers found her temple, light as breath.
A silent answer passed between them — not yes, not no, just now.
His fingers found her temple, light as breath.
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
—to the steady pulse there, and for a heartbeat, both halves of her bled through—the witch and the wolf, blue and gold threading like lightning through her eyes.
A silent answer passed between them — not yes, not no, just now.
His fingers found her temple, light as breath.
A silent answer passed between them — not yes, not no, just now.
His fingers found her temple, light as breath.
He closed the distance with deliberate restraint, every step a question.
When he lifted his hand, it was unhurried, palm hovering near her temple — not demanding, not taking, just waiting.
She didn’t move.
The air between them trembled. Her eyes flicked to his throat—
When he lifted his hand, it was unhurried, palm hovering near her temple — not demanding, not taking, just waiting.
She didn’t move.
The air between them trembled. Her eyes flicked to his throat—
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
He closed the distance with deliberate restraint, every step a question.
When he lifted his hand, it was unhurried, palm hovering near her temple — not demanding, not taking, just waiting.
She didn’t move.
The air between them trembled. Her eyes flicked to his throat—
When he lifted his hand, it was unhurried, palm hovering near her temple — not demanding, not taking, just waiting.
She didn’t move.
The air between them trembled. Her eyes flicked to his throat—
He turned fully then, the lamplight running over the curve of his shoulders, the scar at his collarbone. The quiet between them thickened—no anger now, no challenge, only the slow recognition of proximity neither had earned but both wanted.
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
He turned fully then, the lamplight running over the curve of his shoulders, the scar at his collarbone. The quiet between them thickened—no anger now, no challenge, only the slow recognition of proximity neither had earned but both wanted.
Her breath caught — barely, but enough. His head tilted, and the corner of his mouth twitched with something between amusement and awareness.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t see,” she murmured, eyes fixed somewhere between defiance and distraction.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t see,” she murmured, eyes fixed somewhere between defiance and distraction.
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
Her breath caught — barely, but enough. His head tilted, and the corner of his mouth twitched with something between amusement and awareness.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t see,” she murmured, eyes fixed somewhere between defiance and distraction.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t see,” she murmured, eyes fixed somewhere between defiance and distraction.
Inside, his room was dim, the scent of bourbon and paint still clinging to the air. He pulled the ruined shirt over his head, muscles tightening and releasing, the fabric catching briefly against the line of his throat before falling away.
November 12, 2025 at 11:46 PM
Inside, his room was dim, the scent of bourbon and paint still clinging to the air. He pulled the ruined shirt over his head, muscles tightening and releasing, the fabric catching briefly against the line of his throat before falling away.
⚜️ The Return and the Reckoning
Victory demands a tally.
Tonight, they counted the living—and called it mercy.
#WithinWalls
#Threadbound
Victory demands a tally.
Tonight, they counted the living—and called it mercy.
#WithinWalls
#Threadbound
November 10, 2025 at 1:28 AM
…turned as if to leave, but she fell into step behind him.
Neither spoke as they crossed the courtyard, the hum of the wards and the soft drip of rain filling the space where words would’ve been.
When he reached his door, he didn’t stop her.
⚜️✔️
Neither spoke as they crossed the courtyard, the hum of the wards and the soft drip of rain filling the space where words would’ve been.
When he reached his door, he didn’t stop her.
⚜️✔️
November 10, 2025 at 1:27 AM
…turned as if to leave, but she fell into step behind him.
Neither spoke as they crossed the courtyard, the hum of the wards and the soft drip of rain filling the space where words would’ve been.
When he reached his door, he didn’t stop her.
⚜️✔️
Neither spoke as they crossed the courtyard, the hum of the wards and the soft drip of rain filling the space where words would’ve been.
When he reached his door, he didn’t stop her.
⚜️✔️