#e. mikaelson icons

[acinematicworld]

🥀 - 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 -🥀

🎥 — [𝐭𝐯 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬]: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏

🎭 — 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

[thedragonqueens]

Haylijah icons

I had nothing to post and yesterday I made those icons so... FAVS HERE💋

[alinaroseeee]

The Vampire Diaries

[cmanse]

N E W C H A R A C T E R A I

B O T S ( tvd ) ( hotd ) ( hp )

Here are 6 bots for today ! One request on Harry Potter, one bot on Fire and Blood (hotd) and four bots on The Vampire Diaries. i hope you all like them! ;))

For the request and my character ia masterlist -> CHARACTER IA BOTS

@ elizabethmanse on character ai ☆

his stoned therapist | s1 (saison1!jeremy gilbert x smoker!user) — after the death of his parents, jeremy falls into isolation and drugs. his friend, user, tries to be his therapist during their smoking session. [mxn]

the training of your hunter boyfriend | s4 (saison4 boyfriend hunter!jeremy x girlfriend!user) — user is certainly useless during jeremy's hunter training, but at least she can enjoy the sight of her boyfriend building muscles in his white tank top. [mxw]

his sweet little sister | s3 (saison3 older brother!klaus mikaelson x little sister mikaelson!user) — user is the last child of the mikaelson family and for 1000 years, she has been the only one to never be locked in a coffin by klaus. after the death of their mother esther, user goes to talk to her big brother klaus while he paints. [mxw] [platonic]

the painter and the cultivated (klaus mikaelson x cultivated!user) — after a dinner-pressure between the salvatores and the mikaelsons, user stays hanging around klaus' house and discovers his paintings which attract her/his/them attention. [mxn]

his bastard sister-witch (aegon the conqueror x bastard sister witch!user) — aegon comes to see his bastard sorceress step-sister about one of his dreams. [mxw]

he loves his childhood best friend | req (draco malfoy x pure blood childhood bestfriend!user) — as they grow into young adults, draco develops silly feelings for his childhood best friend. [mxn]

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After Harry Potter and HOtD I wanted to start another fandom that wasn't censored by character ai. (youhou, they left us some 💀). I'm on the 5th season and I love this iconic series so I thought I could try to make bots about it. I hope they're good, I had a hard time to write them ah ah 😅. Otherwise it was my fourth request. I still love doing it, people are really lovely and polite and it challenges me a bit. I hope you still like my work and that others will want to order bot from me. have a great end of 2024 everyone !!! 🫶

mxw] = man x woman | [mxn] = man x non-binary/man/woman (you can choose your gender) | [wxw] = woman x woman | [wxw] = woman x woman | [mxwxw] = men x woman x woman

……………………………..……………………………..……………………. • masterlist — my character ai elizabethmanse • bots of 28 dec 2024

[dvggered]

F A M I L Y is sacred. but so is L O V E.

independent portrayal of rebekah mikaelson of the vampire diaries / the originals.

A STUDY IN: hopeless romanticism, always & forever, blood is thicker than water, losing time, involuntary childlessness, sibling rivalry, rekindled love, keeping the family together while longing for the family you never had.

penned by isla. she/her. twenty5.

heavily affiliated with @sanguinelupus / @perzysprumia / @invitisalvatore / @insanislupus / @tricursed / @hiveruled

doc. | photos. | prompts. | rules&info under the cut.

I am VERY new to not only tumblr rp, but writing in general. Please be gentle and patient with me! I am going to make mistakes when it comes to tumblr etiquette, so please feel free to let me know if I’m doing anything weird, wrong, or get canon events confused, etc.

I will be using standard 100x100 icons, but would prefer small to medium sized gifs if possible! I know not everyone is okay with gifs, but if you are, please let me know💖

Standard TVD fandom banned faceclaims. Ian Somerhalder, Nathaniel Buzolic, Matt Davis.

I love ships (as does Rebekah)! If I can see Rebekah with someone, canon or otherwise, I’m happy to ship it. Don’t be afraid to come to me with a potential ship you’d like to do. I am multiship and write Rebekah as pansexual and (somewhat) polyamorous.

Triggers: I ask that you please tag any IMAGES or DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS of: spiders, excessive gore, vomit/vomiting. This blog will deal with child loss and infertility a bit, so if you need that (or other TVD canon triggers) tagged feel free to let me know! This also should be a given, but any form of pedophilia (fictional or otherwise) is not tolerated on this blog.

21+ blogs only. I am more than willing to write smut but most likely on Discord. Rebekah loves being In love and sex is one of her favorite vices. However, no "smut only" blogs.

If you want to unfollow, I ask that you hard block so I don't get confused and refollow you later on.

Heavily affiliated with Ganon: sanguinelupus / perzysprumia / invitisalvatore. We are married. However, that doesn’t mean I’m going to be exclusive with all their characters! The only exclusive I will have with them is Klaus.

ABOUT ME:

Hi! Thanks for reading my rules. My name is isla, I am 25 and live in Pennsylvania, USA which is eastern standard time zone. I work Monday-Thursday 9am-5pm. I’ve been married since 2020, have a cat and a dog, and I read a ton of audiobooks in my spare time. My autism is something I’m getting used to at the moment so if I don’t quite understand tumblr or social etiquette, please be patient with me. Fandoms I love include TVD, PJO, ASOIAF, The good place, Zodiac Academy, The 100, Netflix's Winx Saga, Bridgerton, Ghosts and a lot more! If you'd like to chat or plot on discord, just ask for my username.

all icons used are made by me or sanguinelupus. all blog graphics are made by sanguinelupus. theme made by godmona. gifs from karolinadeanwrites and myself.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, April 25

AMANDA: Is it weird? We’re mean to each other and we like each other.

BUFFY: Well, it depends. I mean, sometimes that’s how people relate. Being mean to each other… even mortal enemies. Then with the… and that leads to no good— absolutely no good— and much confusion, and then it’s over— absolutely, seriously, definitely over— and that’s confusing, too— the over part— which it is. Over. So maybe.

~~Buffy Season 7 Episode #134: "Potential"~~

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[odorareicons]

[acinematicworld]

🥀 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬 🥀

🎥 — [𝐭𝐯 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬]: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏

🎭 — 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

[aphroditelovesu]

Hello, can you write a letter from Yandere Klaus Mikaelson to his girlfriend after she is badly injured by an enemy on the run and Klaus promises revenge?😊

(this scene is so iconic-)

My Queen,

I want to start by apologizing for not being there to protect you. I know it's not my fault, but I can't help but feel like it is. I should have been there to protect you, I know that and I feel guilty. I know you don't want this, but I shouldn't have listened to you when you asked me to let you walk alone. I know New Orleans belongs to me, but it's still dangerous, and look what happened when you left alone? You came back to me badly bruised.

No jokes anymore, Y/N, you're not going out alone again. Luckily, you only got hurt, but what if you had been murdered?! I can't even think about not having see you alive anymore by my side. You will only leave the house from now on with me, Elijah or Rebekah or one with one of my most trusted vampires.

Now, about my enemy who dared to hurt you, you won't have to worry about him anymore, my love. He will pay, trust me, I will put him through something worse than death. No one hurts my family and lives.

With love e care,

Klaus Mikaelson.

[mercuryicon]

oioi poderia fazer um mood com icon do shipp klaroline, por favor? é a caroline forbes e o klaus mikaelson

..◟▓䕽🪟⃞ 📗ꕤᩚ⃗ʾ̷ Ꮘo̳᥍ᩚ𝕥𝗲𝗱 ̫ 🌀🎏🌳) ☀︎⟢ 𓂋

[jade-marie]

Top 10 Male Characters

I was tagged by @sothischickshe i’m extra so I had to include gifs and summaries. Sorry. 

1) Harvey Specter - Suits. Such an arrogant bastard and I love it. No skinny ties. E V E R

2) Raymond Reddington - The Blacklist. Nobody will ever rock a fedora like him. An icon.

3) James St Patrick - Power. He makes drug dealing and murder sexy as fuck.

4) Rio - Good Girls. I don’t feel like this needs much explanation, if anything I feel like people would be shocked that he’s number 4

5) Elijah Mikaelson - TVD/The originals. Bad bitch energy, peacoats, murder, jawline.

6) Klaus Mikaelson -TVD/The Originals. Murder+dimples=😍😍😍

7) Lafayette Reynolds - True Blood. Iconic. You’ll eat his food the way he fucking makes it

8) Johnny Tuturro - Graceland. A lil angelbaby who deserves the world. Would not smash tho. Cannot do it. I’m sorry.

9) Aaron Hotchner - criminal minds. I cannot express the level of joy i used to get from watching him psychologically murder people. The way he absolutely obliterated that lawyer lives in my mind rent free

10) Frank Delfino - How to get away with murder. He can werrrrrkkkkk a 3 piece suit. Bde for days. Psychologically damaged, tad murderous. Just how I like ‘em.

Tagging - @icanthearyoufromhereplease @mayans-sauce @itsbriology @wiatchh @purplemagic

@00gangfriend00 @wakeupflawless and @joeyjoeylee can join the party. I couldn’t think of who to tag earlier 🤣

[colorscosmic]

poderia fazer um mood com icons do klaus mikaelson e da caroline forbes, por favor?

〩🏪🍓◟𝕡𝗈᥍𝗍ᦸᩚ𝖽.♡ꊞ๑​ ⟬★⟭ 🧀🖇💤 耳⋆౨

Amg a maioria dos icons deles ñ combinavam com o mood. Por isso fiz só uma matching.

[irronstarkss]

BE QUIET  ∞  E. MIKAELSON

wc |  2.7k

warnings |  canon-type violence? but it’s a short lil cheesy fic so no worries

notes: this is based off a prompt from this list, “if i were you, i’d be quiet” that i randomly picked & then i knew i had to write it so here’s that

masterlist

Y/n had come to love the eldest of the Original siblings, and if she ever said she regretted it, she’d be lying to herself. Indeed, when he’d first revealed all that he was to her, she was stricken with a sense of absolute confusion, asking questions and being taken aback at the idea that her boyfriend was an immortal bloodsucker she’d only heard about in movies. They were definitely supposed to have long fangs and big noses and slicked back black hair with horribly receding hairlines — honestly, they all were supposed to look like Dracula. 

And they were supposed to look like that because they were supposed to be scary bedtime stories, not real creatures that walked the Earth in search of a blood fix, nor were they supposed to resemble people, with humanity and the urge to create empires and be out with the real world and develop connections.

But there one was, standing in her kitchen after an eventful late night, shirtless and not as pale as she’d imagined, telling her his whole story. He’d even let her see, placing his palm to her head and speaking through the memories as they flashed in her mind. She felt everything that came with them, every bit of emotion, every blade of grass between her hands and at the soles of her feet. When he pulled away, she’d asked in a tiny voice, “How did you do that?” 

He’d laughed at her, a small chuckle, looking at her with curious brown eyes through dark lashes, “That’s what you took away from everything I just bore to you? A curiosity for my abilities?”

Her brows furrowed, her lips parted as she thought, “Was I supposed to take something else away from it?” She tilted her head to the side when his gaze fell away, landing on the kitchen floor. Closing the small gap between them, she placed a cool palm on his warm chest, “Elijah,” her voice was softer than the breeze of the AC, “I’m not afraid of you. Your brother?” She debated for a moment, looking away and then smiling softly, “Maybe. But you? Never.” 

After that, he’d asked her if she would be willing to be with him more. She knew he feared her having this knowledge, she knew that he didn’t want her to ever come in harm’s way. But she also knew he was going to let her make her own decisions, give her the freedom of figuring out what to do next. Her answer to his request was a simple yes, and from then on, it was like a letter with a wax seal.

The two had been together three years, now, and she never let the idea of eternity with him escape her mind. But that didn’t matter much right now — she was happy and human, and she intended to keep it that way until it was sure that she would have forever to spend with him. 

All of that, though, led her to where she’d been then — in Elijah’s bed, tangled in the sheets, with a distinct lack of her boyfriend. He was likely down in the study, mulling over books and his mother’s grimoire, trying to solve another problem for his little brother that was likely never his own. She admired that about him, truly. But she also detested the idea that Klaus would always come before even Elijah in the vampire’s mind. 

Sighing, she turned so that she was flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling. She debated, momentarily, just going to sleep and hoping to wake up with Elijah next to her, but she knew that wasn’t going to happen. If he didn’t sleep, she didn’t either; if it did so happen that she fell asleep, it was because she simply could not outrun exhaustion, for she was no supernatural being. 

Taking her bottom lip between her teeth, she thought a second more, then shook her head. Being alone wasn’t going to work. Twisting so that she lay on her side, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand and checked the time — 3:32 AM. “Of course,” she laughed to herself, pulling it closer to her face so that she could see what she was doing as she tapped the phone icon, scrolled to Elijah’s contact, and called. A moment or two of silence, then the dialtone came, followed by an intense vibration from the other nightstand across the mattress. “Of course!” She was in a fit of giggles at this point — luck would not be on her side tonight.

Sitting up, she threw her phone to the wayside and moved to get out of bed, sucking a breath through her teeth at the cold air nipping her legs. A shiver ran through her spine, but before she stood fully, a sense of unease settled in the pit of her stomach. Why had it been so cold? The window was shut, and she knew it was a summer night. The AC was a good one, but it wasn’t that good. 

Looking over her shoulder, her narrowed eyes traced the folds in the sheets of her bed before traveling up the wall. Then she stopped, completely frozen. By the window stood a figure shrouded in black, his head ducked and his hands gloved. Her mouth opened to yell out for her boyfriend, but not a sound made it through. A hand flew to her throat, and she tried to make some kind of sound, anything, but nothing was coming of it. 

“If I were you,” the figure spoke, his words growled from his teeth, “I’d stay quiet.”

She searched frantically around the room for something that could help her, that she could throw or use as a defense. A knife sat on the bookshelf by the door, reflecting the dull light of the lamp, and she raced to get it. However, the man whispered something in a language she didn’t understand, and she flew back against the wall, held up by her throat. Her fingers clawed at the invisible hand, scratching her own skin instead and leaving the area burning.

“You’re going to tell me where he keeps the grimoires,” the man said, stepping closer and starting to raise his eyes to meet hers. “But you won’t speak. You see, if he hears you, I’ll have to leave, and I won’t leave,” his wrist twisted, the grip on her throat impossibly tighter, “until I have what I came here for.” 

Y/n continued to struggle against the magic, even though she knew there was truly no point. Her foot swung out then struck the wall with a loud thud, and the man, which she could safely assume was a witch, cringed. With one hand directed at her, he moved his other and hovered it over the doorframe, murmuring something before turning his attention back to the woman strung up on the wall.

“See,” he said, “he’ll have heard that. And he’ll likely wonder what it was.” He stepped closer, dragging her down the wall so that she was eye level with him, “And he’ll come for you. A pathetic little human who can’t defend herself.” 

Y/n attempted to whimper against the strength of his hold, her toes numbing and her eyes wanting to close and pop from her head at the same time. He was crushing her windpipe, and if he succeeded, she wouldn’t come back. He was right — she was human. She got no second chances.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” She heard from down the hallway, starting to vigorously shake her head. Tears escaped her eyes and she tried her best to keep struggling, but her body was weak and her vision was spotty and there was absolutely nothing she could do in this moment except watch. “Y/n?”

Elijah was at the doorframe now, looking in without noticing her against the wall closest to the door. He wouldn’t have thought to look there, not at first. Instead, his eyes were trained on the bed, where there were crumpled sheets, and an absence of his girlfriend. “Y/n,” he said again, turning his head and looking straight at her, “Y/n, are you in here?”

Her eyes went wide, and the witch man below her smirked devilishly, but did not speak. He had used a spell to cloak them, though she wasn’t sure for why. Even in her hazy state, she was aware of what he came for, and if he thought she was going to be able to give it to him, why would he make them invisible to Elijah in the first place? 

Her eyes fluttered as the witch’s magical grip twisted so that it was pressing against a different part of her throat, and her arms flopped to the side, smacking against the wall. Elijah’s eyes searched the area for some explanation, but he couldn’t see any reason why there were sounds coming from the room — if no one was in there, where were the sounds coming from?

Then he stepped in, and she could hear a breath leave the witch’s chest — he’d wanted Elijah to do exactly that. With a small chant, Y/n watched the vampire whip around, staring at the witch, then locking eyes with her. Her eyes were hooded, almost closed, and her skin had turned a rather sickly red, all the blood rushing to her face and throat. 

“Good evening, Elijah,” the witch’s tone was cocky, so confident that he had the upper hand, “it’s so nice to see you on such a lovely evening.”

“Well I’d invite you in, but it seems you’ve made yourself quite,” his eyes left his girlfriend’s, his head tilting to the side, “comfortable.” 

“Ah, yes,” the grip on her throat loosened, just enough for her to be able to take in a labored breath, the tingling in her body stopping just at the top of her kneecaps. “You have a truly wonderful home, I must admit.”

Elijah gave him a tight smile, one hand tucking itself into his suit pants. The other hung by his side, cuffed sleeve brushing against his hip as he looked down at the sheets, then locked eyes with the witch again, “I would love to have a proper conversation with you, but it seems you’ve got my,” he breathed in, gesturing to her, “Y/n stuck against a wall. Would you mind bringing peace to my mind and letting her down?”

The witch returned the grin, lowering her so that her feet hit the ground, then letting his grip on her throat go. With no blood in her limbs, she collapsed, gasping out for much-needed oxygen. Elijah’s lip twitched, lips parting as his tongue darted out across them. “You said to let her down,” the witch gave a shake of his head then gestured to her weak form, “I obliged. Now, I never said I would release her from my spells.” He shook his finger at Elijah, backstepping and lifting Y/n by the arm, then throwing her to the bed. “So, until I get what I came for, she won’t be able to utter a word, nor will she be able to move from that spot!”

Y/n sputtered soundlessly against the mattress, falling into the sheets and taking deep breaths. Her limbs were burning, her eyes were heavy and her vision was spotted and dizzy. Elijah stepped closer to the mattress, fingers steepling on top of it. Lazily, her hand reached for his, weak fingers wrapping themselves around three of his own. He took in a breath, then gave another tight-lipped smile, “And what is it, pray tell, that you came for?”

“Esther’s grimoires,” the other man’s tone had darkened, his lip pulling into a snarl and his brows drawing upward in challenge. 

“Oh? Is that so?” Elijah asked, stepping forward and feeling Y/n’s grip slip away from his. “Well, right this way.” 

The witch looked him up and down, blinking like the vampire was stupid, “You think I’ll fall for that? You think I’m an idiot?”

Elijah’s hand untucked itself, finger twirling the daylight ring that sat on his middle finger, “I prefer to keep my opinions of certain people to myself. Makes for easier negotiation.”

The witch let out a growl, stepping forward and closing a distance between him and the vampire. Elijah’s chin lifted as he stared down his nose at the slightly shorter man, taking in breath. “The grimoires. Now.”

With a lifted brow, Elijah looked away, then over his shoulder to Y/n, whose face was buried in the sheets, eyes closed. With one more look at the witch, he snarled, then pushed his hand forward. His fingers passed the skin, the muscle, the ribcage, and gripped around the heart of the witch, holding it with such a grip that if the man moved away, he would move without his organ. 

“I don’t take kindly,” he growled, “to people coming into my home and putting the people I love in danger. Now,” he squeezed, and the man gasped out, eyes wide with fear, “I assume you’re a smart man. Or, rather, smart enough to know when you’re no longer going to achieve your goal. Am I correct?”

The witch didn’t move to answer, and truly, Elijah’s question was entirely rhetorical. 

“But,” he breathed in, his eyes moved down to his arm in the man’s chest, “smart doesn’t describe your actions tonight. And for that,” he gave a thoughtful frown and nod, “you lose your life.”

Then he pulled his hand out, gripping the witch’s heart and watching as the man stood still for a moment, then fell to the ground in a mess of blood and coats. Looking at the heart in his hand, he let it drop and shook his head in disgust, wishing now that he’d had his handkerchief on him. The blood was truly gross to look at. 

Without much other thought, he turned around and walked to Y/n on the bed, leaning on the mattress with one knee and touching her with the hand that lacked blood. Pulling her face from the covers, his pinky rested on her pulse, weak but there, and the rest of his palm cupped her cheek. The blood was returning to its proper places, and any spell the witch had cast was now void, seeing as it depended on his life force and Elijah had ever-so-kindly stripped him of such a burden.

Letting go of her face, he pushed himself off the bed and walked into the bathroom, washing his hand. He unbuttoned his dress shirt, pulling it off his torso and discarding it to the basket of dirty laundry. Next was his shoes, then his socks, then his belt and pants, which were changed out for a pair of shorts for the time being. He then walked back out to Y/n, picking her up and fixing her position on the mattress. 

She stirred a few minutes later, after Elijah had tucked himself into the sheets, turned off the lamps and held her form against his chest. “‘Lijah?” She asked in a small voice, drawing in a heavy breath, “I think I just had the worst dream. Something about a witch and your mom.”

Elijah chuckled lightly, leaning down and placing a soft kiss to her head, “It’s alright, darling. You have nothing to worry about.” She didn’t reply, only tucked herself further into his chest. He situated them so that they lay comfortably, kissed her head once more, then let himself begin to relax. He wasn’t going to sleep, no; if a witch had so easily been able to sneak into the compound and come for Y/n, there was things that had to change. For now, he would stay alert, in case the first witch had come with any friends, and ensure that they would have no way of bringing harm to her. 

The man that lay on his floor would have to be dealt with come morning, however. He was sure Y/n would start to smell something. 

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