#muse: Klaus

[coreofgold]

@hiddenpxpercuts for Klaus

Shen Wei stared at his hand, that's fully healed. So it's true, it wasn't an illusion that the black smoke healed him. He knew there was something different but this? It's like darkness manipulation. How strange. "Yes! Yes I am present." He piped up after hearing a voice. "How is it I can help?"

[oc-menagerie-archived]

Roleplay Starter Call for Wolf Boy Klaus!

A wolf boy who serves under a clever demon named Sylvao alongside his twin sister, a witch girl named Opal. Klaus can be rabid and wild when in a fight but set him next to an attractive lady and he turns into a perverted dog. Though if treated with kindness (and ear scratches), he can be quick to tame and will follow you anywhere (though would never go against Sylvao’s orders).

Like or reblog if side blog to be tagged in a roleplay starter with Klaus! Has a developing Borderlands verse as a Psycho!

[kaitlinamberxo]

“Face it, the healthiest long-term relationship in this family was when Five was banging that mannequin.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite fictional muses — 59/100: Klaus Hargreeves

[big-ball-o-twine]

Ngl I feel like (umbrella) Ben is much more pragmatic than people tend to give him credit for. He’s very tough love. There are a couple moments that point to this, but I think his scene with Viktor in season 2 is one of the best ones.

There, he doesn’t just comfort Viktor. He also refuses to let Viktor wallow in his upset feelings and just self destruct. He refuses to buy into this narrative that Viktor can’t control himself—that he’s just a bomb waiting to go off.

"Dad couldn't handle your anger. That doesn't mean you can't. And maybe you have a right to be pissed off and sad and messed up, but...it's a shitty world full of shitty people sometimes. You aren't a monster. You're my brother. And right now, our siblings are risking everything out there trying to save you. You aren't alone at the table anymore, Viktor. You can do this."

You’re not a monster, you’re my brother is often taken at face value as a rather soft and mushy statement, but in the context of everything else said, there is also this underlying, rather gritty sentiment—the world dealt you a shit hand, but so what. That’s life. You have to pick yourself up anyway. You’re not a monster—you can do better. You’re my brother—and our family is risking their lives for you.

Ben sympathizes with Viktor but he also insists that he take accountability for and control of himself. You see this in the way that he interacts with Klaus too. He loves Klaus, but he also demands that he do better almost incessantly. This sets him apart from other, similar emotional-support characters, at least for me.

Tbh Ben’s approach reminds me of Five’s ruthless pragmatism and his big-picture mentality, just in the emotional sphere. No I will not elaborate further.

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.     Fear ,  despair .  Funny  how  the  mind  could  slowly  become  accustomed  to  these .  Treat  them  as  the  normal  in  an  attempt  to  keep  sane .  He’d  walked  and  walked ,  desperately  tried to  find  someone,  anyone   breathing  -  yet ,  nothing  but  corpses  had  been  found  instead.  Death  and  rumbles .  He  didn’t  know  when  had  the  panic  begun  to  simmer  down .  When  had  he  stopped  trying  over  and  over  again  to  time-travel,  go  back .  This  was  his  reality  now,  this  was  his  life ,  and  there  was  none  but himself  to  blame  for  that .    

It  was  impossible  to  sleep  at  night  without  the  picture  vividly  playing  inside  his  mind .  The  umbrella  tattoos  on  the  wrists  of  these  people …  He  wanted  to  go  back.  Wanted  to  go  back  to  his  family,  warn  them .  Yet,  he  could  do  nothing .  Something  was  about  to  happen  during  the  years  that  he  was  gone,  yet  he  didn’t  know  what .  That  eye,  whatever  it  meant,  the  only  thing  potentially  giving  out  some  clue .  A  clue  that  he  was  too  dumb  to  catch  yet.  What  had  he  been  thinking ? 

Hunger .  Thirst .  Exhaustion .  These’d  been  the  priorities  he’d  stayed  focused  on .  To  have  solveable  problems  in  mind ,  the  only  way  to  stay  anchored,  to  not  burst  out  crying  for  the  thousandth  time .  Hunger .  Thirst.  There  were  still  some  stores  around  that  he  could  search  in .  At  least,  till  the  food  was  expried,  satisfying  his  hunger  would  not  be  difficult.  And  so,  he  went  to  the  closest  one  he’d  found  -  cans  of  beans  and  meat  a  very  frequent  lunch .  While  for  dinner ?  He  asusmed  some  sweets  could  do .  However,  the  moment  he  went  to  grab one  of  the  said  cans,  he  heard  movement .  He  wasn’t  alone .

❝ Who  are  you ? ❞  Wait .  The  face  looked  familiar  -  he’d  been  one  of  the  dead  bodies  he’d  come  across  with  few  weeks  ago .  He’d  had  the  same  umbrella  tattoo  as  the  others,  as  he  did  too .  Could  it  be... ?  But  how ?

Starter for @muse-gathering

[hollowfaith]

aury’s tier list of besties

flawless, would change the laws of the universe for: klaus

higher being, treat with courtesy and respect: venti

harmless, docile; would attend all their parent-teacher meetings: ismael, garry, lyney, mashu

reliable mortals who give honest advice: dar, yuri, aichi, zhilan, eiden (on a good day)

a pretty sort of collectible: gabriel, nicolette, break, dias

stressful, better dealt with on full battery: ari, architect, MK, eiden (on a bad day)

may hell freeze over with them inside it: belial, kratos, huey

(...he either forgot the rest or needs more interactions to form an opinion)

edit for bonus category:

kids' meal toy: ashton, asuna, baizhu, dante

[c0mplex-heroes]

@theseance444 // cont.

Relief didn't flood Charlie's body. No her concern wasn't eased in the slightest. The slur not gone unnoticed either.

She could tell this night was gonna go one way or another. Both equally as messy. But Charlie couldn't leave him out there alone. "Really? You're calling me from the street to say you're good?" She sighs, but she's already grabbing her car keys. "Alright, stay where you are and I'll come get you. Which street corner are you at?"

[fatesurvived]

❝ So you've managed to find me. Don't think for a second that I won't end your existence with a snap of my fingers. ❞ The hybrid was in no mood for anybody, family or not. Golden hues flash at the girl before him for a moment, a show of a promise of sorts. ❝ Most aren't as bold, you must want something. I might have a charitable moment, depending on what it is. ❞ @8ullseye

[ofyorkshire]

hummmms... reminded that bj would actually be very susceptible to cults.

desperate for connection, love, and acceptance in multiple angles. would bend, quite frankly, to any amount of it and forgives a lot in order to get it.

[coreofgold]

@lcxstsouls for Klaus

Roll 2 Characters encounter a pit trap, so obvious they almost want to explore

"Well, that is something you don't see every day," Jester said, hands on her hips. "Do you think we'd die if we jump in?" Jester can't afford to die, but she remembers her cleric powers. . maybe. . so she'd at least help the other.

[littlequeenies]

Red Necklace with Medals

Here we can see John Lennon wearing a red necklace with some pendant medals at Capitol Studio, March 9, 1973 (released by John Lennon Estate).

On October 6, 1973 May Pang is wearing the same necklace on her date with John at Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas.

We can see John wearing it again for the Jim Stacy benefit on March 24, 1974:

We don't know the details of this photo, but it's May in the 1980s wearing the same necklace...

Was it a gift from John to May? (most possible case)

Was it a gift from May to John and she got it back after their break-up or his murder? (She was working for the Lennons since 1971; we can see him actually wearing it at on the One to One concert in 1972 and she was there; she claims they saw each other after 1975 as lovers several times).

Does the necklace itself has any meaning? Is is of Asian, Chinese, Buddhist origin?

So many questions, but very interesting in any case. If any of you know the details feel free to comment/reblog the post or send us a message and we will update the info! :)

[kaitlinamberxo]

“So you’re saying that now I’m basically an insecure, neurotic control freak on crack.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite female muses — 21/100: Caroline Forbes

[somethingbcrrowed]

i can hold my breath i've been doing it since he left i keep finding his things in drawers crucial evidence i didn't imagine the whole thing im sure i can pass this test

[lawain-dimensional-heroes]

"Is it me or do y'all have a bone to pick with her?" KLAUS WHY ARE YOU HERE

[muse-gathering]

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Reginald barely looked up from his paperwork, "You've been stealing again." It wasn't a question or an accusation. Reginald stated this as if it were a simple fact. After a beat, he raised his gaze to assess the young man.

"I told you I will not tolerate it. If you want to throw your life away and make yourself utterly useless, I cannot stop you, but do not do it here. If you do, you are free to go. No one is stopping you, but you already know what will happen. Everyone will forget you. No one will even think about you once you've gone, Number Four; I know I won't. I'll just have fewer headaches. Make your choice."

[cupcakemolotov]

An Unlikely Favor : Interlude Part One

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Alternate Universe - Dragons; Alternate Universe - Vampire;Alternate Universe - Fantasy; Caroline as a Dragon; hybrid!Klaus; A Clashing of Posessiveness; They both want each other; UST; There be UST; Fluff and Humor; Minor Character Death; Hybrid Klaus Mikaelson; Dragon Caroline Forbes; Blood and Gore; Gore; Decapitation; Murder; Murder Kink; Drinking; Alcohol; post murder besties; its fine

Caroline hated New Orleans. The sticky, sweaty humidity of it, the unmistakable film of witch magic that coated the city like a second skin, and the absolute rudeness of tourists and supernatural alike. “Klaus Mikaelson,” she said in a terse tone as she pushed into the bar, shaking the gore off her hand. “That had better not have been one of your minions!”

Outrage turned her voice sharp, and the sharp clack of her heels came to an abrupt stop as she glanced around. She’d figured something had gone sideways when she’d watched the bar empty at rapid speed a few moments after Klaus had entered, humans and low level vampires all but boiling from the establishment.

“Oh my god I was outside for less than twenty minutes.” Caroline said. “What the hell happened? How did they manage to piss you off this badly so fast?”

In front of her there were a dozen or more bodies littering the floor in various states of dismemberment, guts dangling from the back of chairs and entrails spilling across the floor. A head had been perched artistically on one of the tables to immediately catch the gaze of someone walking in the door, its eyes vacant, mouth open.

She’d watched Klaus’ face as he read through his many messages once they’d landed, knowing that her dreams of avoiding New Orleans entirely had gone up in smoke. Caroline would have preferred to head straight to Mystic Falls, to get the whole matter of resurrection Kol over and done with, so she could focus on other, more important matters.

“Sweetheart,” Klaus called from near the bar, his words punctuated by the crunch of bone. “I thought you were going to wait in the car.”

She made an inarticulate sound of disbelief as a body hit the floor with a thump. “I did wait. For fifteen minutes. You said you’d be right out.” Caroline pointed an accusing finger at the head perched on the table. “Really?”

His gaze seemed to absorb the light as he followed the bloody line of her accusatory gesture, and there was something about the set of his mouth as it tilted upwards in one corner that made her want to bite. “So says the woman who murdered,” there was a pause. “Bruno.”

Caroline stared at him incredulously. “Bruno? His name was Bruno?”

Klaus made a gesture with a hand as blood-soaked as her own. “He sort of looked like a Bruno, don’t you think?”

Caroline wrinkled her nose. “No, he did not. His cheekbones were all wrong, but that’s beside the point.”

“What is the point?”

“He was rude.”

The faintest curve of a bloody, full lip she wanted to bite. “That does explain why you relieved him of his heart, but not why you left the car.”

Her gaze narrowed at his tone. “Twenty minutes is more time that I have spent waiting on anyone in the past hundred years. Your rats have already abandoned the ship, and everyone else seems to be missing those important internal organs that kept them alive. Who is left to see me?”

A glittering stare. “This place is watched.”

“Oh no, a city filled with witches with working eyeballs, what a new concept.” She rolled her eyes. “They’re like cockroaches, they exist everywhere. I’ve taken precautions.” She tilted her head meaningfully. “It’s not like they won’t have other things to worry about.”

Klaus’ gaze swept the room and he gave a delicate shrug. “Not my finest work, of course, but we do what we must when under time constraints.”

Caroline arched her brows. “Uh huh. Is that why the dead minion’s head is staring at me? Time constraints?”

He pressed his blood soaked hand to his heart, that glittering violence softened only by his tone. “Would you believe he was rude?”

The Rest is Here

Chapter One Is Here