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@mikaels-son
Elijah had seen the hand that put the hundred dollar bill in his tip jar. He had turned his head at the last moment and nodded his head at him. Any tip for his talent was appreciated, even if he didn’t need it. Though he was curious as to why this man would just donate one hundred dollar out of nowhere. But right now all he could care about was the flow of the music beneath his fingertips as he played the piano.
@mikaels-son ❤ ‘d
grey eyes watched him closely. focused on the white restraints around his wrist that glued in to the bed he laid on, wondering to herself if they were tight enough. to bruises on the flesh she could see ( jaw, chin, chest ), understanding he must have gotten them from the blast sent off by the rebels. they were the ones who brought him here - to district 13 - they thought it would be wise to grab an inside man to snow’s plan to ask questions, and apparently to some of the rebels from district 5 klaus was very good at his job.
but nothing seemed to be working, he wasn’t talking to anyone. and from what prim had told katniss he wasn’t eating nor drinking. her eyes shifted to the reflective glass to the end of the room, she was met with the cold vision of herself but know beyond the glass stood plutarch, probably haymitch too. plutarch had been the one to asked katniss to go in, to talk to him, to be the MOCKINGJAY and talk him to fighting with the rebels but katniss knew he was only drooling at the idea of fliming a propo with one of snow’s ‘puppets’ on their team.
her stare returned to the man in front on her, was she scared? not of him. when he opened his eyes he would see her .. not katniss, but the mockingjay, the reason for this war ; she was scared of they way he would look at her and yet she waited, and waited ...
♦→ @mikaels-son│Continued from HERE
“Let’s be realistic. We both know I lack patience. We can blame it on the wolf in me - now come on don’t make me wait.”
mikaels-son replied to your post: ♡ I want one of these OUO
It’s so beautiful T.T
Yay! Sorry it took 500 years lol
mikaels-son replied to your post: AU where Stefan doesn’t have teeth or fangs and he...
I know it says blood but I read it as blowjobs and I just… oops?
BLESS YOU.
baby thing OUO
if they had a kid
Name: Eleanor Mikaelson
Gender: Female
General Appearance: She has Mia’s hair but Klaus’ eyes and complexion. Callouses on her hands, scars on her arms from rope burns, and a tattoo on her chest that she forced Marcel to pay for (that her parents absolutely do not know about), the Vegvisir -- a Runic Compass that she covers with her clothes.
Personality: She’s not only stoic, but an up in the clouds romantic; she’s actually a vegetarian, though her brothers make fun of her for it she doesn’t mind. She journals religiously and swims in the ocean -- even when they’re sailing on it.
Special Talents: Knot tying (I don’t have to tell you why that’s funny), navigation, and identifying flora. She also likes to sing, though she doesn’t do it very well.
Who they like better: Mia. Her mother is more free, and her father is very overprotective of her.
Who they take after more: Klaus. The intense eye contact, the feeling that there’s something more for her, keeping what she feels beneath the surface.
Personal Head canon: When Mia came back from the sea, she wanted to be human; and she got what she wanted: she got Niklaus. They stayed on the ship, because land made her sick, and when Eleanor was born the first thing Mia asked was if her baby had toes; before she passed out from blood loss. Stefan and the few members of the crew he had with him delivering the baby on board decided not to tell their captain, no one wanted to be responsible for what he would do to them if he found out his wife was so close to death. But everything was fine. Both girls were fine.
Face Claim: Katie McGrath
SEND MY MUSE “WE’RE ALONE NOW, YOU COULD KISS ME” FOR THEIR REACTION.
@mikaels-son // still accepting this if anyone wants to send it
Marcel didn’t like her, or rather, he didn’t like her with Niklaus. He didn’t like her being a woman on board the ship, seducing his captain and spinning his head in such a way that he couldn’t function correctly. He couldn’t run the ship properly after she’d come aboard, but he’d never been better after they’d first made love. After Marcel had barged in and interrupted them, Niklaus had thrown a blanket over her mostly naked body and dealt with him until he left, then turned back to her. A small smile cracked across her face, raising from the bed he’d left her in and crossing the cold wood-slated floor to stand in front of him. The blanket fell from her shoulders and pooled behind her, raising up on her toes to press her lips against his. “Like that?” she asked softly. “Or did you have something else in mind?”
Meta Topic: Lipstick
send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on
Lipstick, to Pam, is a basic essential. Her WAR PAINT, so to speak. Very rarely is she ever seen without it and in those circumstances the situation would have to be extremely dire. No matter her attire, lipstick is a must. It makes her feel beautiful, but even more so does it make her feel POWERFUL. Not only when she’s wearing it but in that moment as she’s putting it on, gliding it along her lucious lips. Like a viking wearing the blood of their enemies, lipstick stands as a symbol of dominance for her, almost like a comforting mask even. The sight of it on a lover is almost euphoric; a marking of TERRITORY. She collects different shades by different brands and wears them accordingly based on her outfit, but her favorite is always a deep shade of red or pink.
