#ofimaginarybeings

[hayleylabonairmarshall]

Elijah: So, I suppose Niklaus and Hayley are friends now.

Hayley: Oh, God no. Klaus isn’t my friend…Oh, my God! Klaus is kind of my friend!

#crossover #dialog #the office #2x12 #the injury #elijah mikaelson #hayley marshall #klaus mikaelson #jim halpert #dwight schrute #pam beesly #elijah as jim #hayley as pam #klaus as dwight #headcanon #sonofmikael #ofimaginarybeings

[little-miss-buffy]

feat. @ofimaginarybeings , feat. @devilsanddarlings

#ofimaginarybeings #buffy summers #klaus mikaelson #buffy x klaus #klauffy

[ofprevioustimes]

[ @ofimaginarybeings​ ]

Clarice had tried all day to subdue her anxiety. Arriving in Florence had been overwhelming enough: getting to know her new city, her new house, her new family was a lot to take in in itself… but the thought of meeting Lorenzo for the first time after they’d been marriage unnerved her the most. That they’d been married by proxy made it even stranger. The first and only conversation they ever had before kept coming back to her memory: I told him I would never be wed to anyone… and yet here I am, his wife. God, I hope I’ve done the right thing. Bianca and Lucrezia had introduced her to this new home and made her feel as welcome as they could, but they could only assist her so much when it came to adjusting to all these changes. 

Her private chambers were empty when she entered. Clarice had been a little disappointed that he wouldn’t be there to receive her - how much easier it would have been - but she knew that Medici business could wait for no one. So after a maid had washed and combed her hair, she climbed on the bed for a moment, thinking. There were so many roles that she’d have to play now… Wife, daughter and sister in-law, a mother at some point in the future, a Medici most of all. It still felt strange to her. Marriage ought to be the natural fate of an Orsini, but she never readied herself for it: the future that she’d planned couldn’t have been more far removed from this life… but she’d agreed to this, and having given her word to her family that she would wed Lorenzo, Clarice refused to look back.

So she tried to make herself comfortable. The mattress was warm and cozy against her back: certainly a good start for her endeavor. The bed seemed to surround her limbs in a maternal embrace and Clarice sighed, closing her eyes. She didn’t know when she’d dozed off once they were open again, but the knocking on the door startled her into an abrupt wakefulness. She combed her fingers through her hair, fixing her veil over her head. Her hands patted the fabric of her gown as she stepped closer to the door, making sure that her appearance was properly fixed before she could open it.

At last he was there, and all she could do was blush, sending her gaze down.

“Lorenzo…”, she said, chuckling timidly. “You were right about this, after all…”

#[i've owed this starter for like 11 months i'm not kidding] #clarice: ofimaginarybeings [lorenzo] #ofimaginarybeings #clarice: threads. #clarice tag tbd.

[ladamedemartel]

*puts klaus and aurora into the ask canon or mermaid? ngl i lvoe them both*

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you...

Who asks the other on dates: Klaus. Naturally Aurora responds by telling him the actual date. Who is the bigger cuddler: Aurora. She likes how they fit together so well Who initiates holding hands more often: Aurora, and she likes to swing their joined hands Who remembers anniversaries: Klaus absolutely gets her a present for the day that he found her Who is more possessive: Aurora because that is her sailor. no one else's. He's hers Who gets more jealous: Still also Aurora Who is more protective: Klaus 1000% even after he sees Aurora swim Who is more likely to cheat: neither of them. very loyal Who initiates sexy times the most: KLLLLLLAAAUUUUSSSS Who dislikes PDA the most: the people around them probably Who kills the spider: Klaus and this is one of the few verses where Aurora is sad about it Who asks the the other to marry them: KLAUS Who buys the other flowers or gifts: Klaus gets her lots of gifts and Aurora probably brings him shells and stuff for a while before she decides to weave him great nets and stuff Who would bring up possibly having kids: probably Klaus because he strikes me as being the more pragmatic one that would be concerned with the logistics Who is more nervous to meet the parents: Klaus. Aurora's dad is king of the seeeeaaaassss Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: Klaus because he's a gentleman Who tries to make up first after arguments: Maybe Aurora? Who tells the other they love them more often: they both say it a lot

#HI #I MISS MERBABE SO MUCH #gimme a thread of klaus explaining marriage to her #or of her bringing him her very best shells and rusted swords from shipwrecks #i shoudl do canon too #but i'm tired #and by the time this posts i'll be gone for the day #but hi babe i miss you #ofimaginarybeings

[angel-the-taciturn-shadowy-guy]

In his 253 years on this Earth, Angel had seen many cities change. With the acception of technology and clothes, New Orleans hadn't changed much. He was here on a case, not for her. But, he still felt her presence. He had to see her. Just this once. He spent ten minutes in Lafayette Cemetery watching her do what she did best until he followed her to where she was staying. Some kind of compound with an iron gate. With a heavy heart, he watched her go inside. When he first heard that Buffy was in New Orleans, he was afraid that she was in over her head. But, she was practically thriving.

He turned and walked in the opposite direction, his long black trench coat sort of billowing behind him, and found himself at a bar called Rousseau's. He needed a drink and maybe he could get some slaying of his own in tonight. He sat at the bar and used a rear view mirror to scan the crowd behind him. After a while, the bar tender put a drink in front of him. "I didn't order anything yet," he said to her politely. "It's from the gentleman over there," she informed him. Gentleman?

Angel followed the bar tender's nod of a gesture and locked eyes with someone with Spike's build, brown hair, and a scruffy beard. He hated situations like this, where he had to turn down someone who was interested him. It was awkward. HE was awkward. He turned back to the bar tender and was about to send the drink back, but she'd walked away.

That's when the stranger in question sat down next to him. Angel couldn't help noticing the smug smile on his face. That made this only slightly easier. "Uh, listen..." Apparently not. "I, uh, appreciate the gesture and I'm sure you're a nice guy, but um... I don't....I'm not...I'm not here to.....I'm not, uh, going to be here for very long, so, uh...." Good lord he hated this.

@ofimaginarybeings for Klaus (//because I can't stop hearing his voice saying "Angelus lol)

#// hope this is okay! #ofimaginarybeings #klaus mikaelson #angel

[luckhissoul]

@ofimaginarybeings ( dorian ) asked : “I’m gonna be honest, I wasn’t focused at all on what you said earlier and didn’t get any of the things you needed from the store… Sorry.”

if he was stuck here then he was pretty sure that it was this guy's fault. who's else would it be? he was the only one who could see him. the only one who would sit with him and tell him about what happened back in the war. which he was still having a hard time buying had happened over two hundred years ago. it was hard to buy anything he told him. the war over, he was dead, all a lot of bloody nonsense. it had to be. especially if this bloody idiot was the one with all the powers. to keep him here, too? well, that might be the case. but if he started thinking like that people would think he was mad. and then what? well, then he would be no use to anyone. not that he was much use here. where ever here was. maybe it was the future. now, he hated thinking like that. but mat had never thought himself to be an irrational man. and there were a lot of things that pointed to dorian not lying to him. what would he get out of it? the guy didn't seem to want anything? and besides he didn't think that someone like him was actually bright enough to come up with that kind of scheme. and why should he?

so he had to do something. a test of some sort, maybe? see if the guy was lying. so he sent him to the store. told him he needed some random thing. and why not? dorian had all but dragged him from his rest. if he really was dead. light, was he? but that was the quest for the day. well, it had been until not even twenty minutes later he comes back saying he couldn't get any of the things he needed. interrupting what he was trying to do here. this new world was different, bloody mad, that's what it was. the clothes were different, the music, the people. dorian had told him that this was what he had died for. just like that. like he should be proud of the world around him. a part of him, just a small part, feels an ache of pride. maybe if dorian wasn't the first person that he had met since he had -- what was it he had done exactly? the worst part about the possibility of this being the future wasn't the change of pace or style or food or even the strange technology that they had somehow managed to come up. dorian thought that he could stay in front of that bloody box all day just because he didn't know what in the light it was. at first. but he had figured it out, hadn't he? the worst part about any of it was that he was dead. he was dead.

"i don't see why no store would carry pepper cakes. you said that your stores had everything."

meme / accepting

#( idek wut this is ) #ofimaginarybeings #ofimaginarybeings ; dorian #v; until dawn's early light

[nklsdttr]

" . . . would you like to sit and paint with me a while ? " / @ofimaginarybeings liked for a one liner ( klaus ) .

#ofimaginarybeings #* thrice born ; thrice cursed / thread . #* verse / main .

[incissam]

A  VALENTINE’S  APPLICATION. 

your  name: cesare borgia

your age:  20-something

your perfect date: honestly somewhere we can get to know each other

make out in private or in public?: both. the latter depending on the place

do you like to cuddle?: I do.

tell me something about you: I make a great Valentine, trust me

why do you want to be my valentine?: Because I’m going to be your husband. It can’t really be denied that we’ll have a great time together. It’s a bit obvious you want to accept.

#submission #ofimaginarybeings

[theoldshadow]

merry christmas  🎅 - @ofimaginarybeings - minimalist movie posters

#;random crappy edits ;; mine #ofimaginarybeings

[seesgood]

@ofimaginarybeings​ ,   moved from here bc beta is the bane of my existence .

He only half smiles. There were too many emotions fluttering about in the atmosphere, hanging low about them that he had a hard time just grasping for one. He stares at her for a long moment, letting the smile remain and then fade away as he held her eyes. He’s almost certain that this was indeed true. She saved him. Saved him from whatever had been swallowing him whole, taking over him with a certain sort of ruthlessness.

Letting out a small breath he gives her a nod of his head. “I suppose we are even but I’d like to say that you still owe me a few things. Just so that - “ he pauses a little and then lowered his eyes. “ - I get to keep you around.”

She finds herself desperate for any scrap of information to fill the gaps in her head. Whatever they were, whoever Klaus Mikaelson is or was to her --- he was apparently worth the cost of at least a decade and a half worth of memories. Memories that apparently consist of kids and loss and an entirely new life that she doesn’t understand. She doesn’t remember anything about him, and somehow he still manages to be the most familiar thing here. 

❝ That could probably be arranged, ❞  Her shoulder lifts and drops in the smallest of shrugs and she smiles at him.  ❝ I mean I did bring you back to life so you could at least help me get my memories back, right? ❞  That might keep them busy for awhile. Or at least, it’ll give her enough time to figure out what things between them are. 

#ofimaginarybeings #ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ɪs ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ⸺ post series. #ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ϙᴜᴇᴜᴇ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ⸺ queue.

[hayleylabonairmarshall]

closed starter for @ofimaginarybeings

"You want to explain why our toddler keeps dropping the 'f' bomb every five seconds?"

#ofimaginarybeings #klaus mikaelson

[brokenthimbles]

@ofimaginarybeings​ Klaus

It had been a strange few days. Wendy’s mind had been reeling at all of the information that had been thrown at her. The man she had once fallen for over 100 years ago was immortal, somehow, and despite her time away still here. She had been staying at The Abattoir the Mikaelson compound, and still more secrets. 

“It’s like a time capsule....” she admitted coming down the stairs to see Nicklaus. 

#ofimaginarybeings #c; klaus

[inprometheanfire]

@ofimaginarybeings​​ sent: 💏 - clarice & cesco (ofimaginarybeings how did i forget)

fifty ways to kiss someone …in relief.

She's abruptly putting an end to things, isn't she? That's why she's written for him to come here tonight so that there's an end to their shared confusion. And the pervasive thought of that hurts more than it should when he's not quite ready to give up on this. Apparently, he's played his part out so well that he can't tell the difference anymore. If this is just an act or if these irrational feelings are real. Francesco's been struggling with it for a while now, though he daren't tell her or else risk exposing the truth. That he only pursued her as a way to get back at Lorenzo. Even that is waning thin. Yet, despite the weight of a heavy conscience, she's met him here in the dark of night, behind closed doors where no one will catch them together. Alone. Again. And not for the last time, he hopes. Because Francesco's desperate enough to take anything she gives, even if it's her hands clutching onto his hips like she wants to push him away. No, to pull him closer ― but that's a maddening thought, isn't it? To want her this much, too much that it aches and constricts and suffocates. Like he needs her more than air itself. When she says nothing, his heart nearly stops beating in his chest. Yes, she means to end things between them... but Clarice, full of surprises, does the unexpected once more by pressing herself against him, her hands lifting to go around his neck instead. The wall behind her acts as both a barrier of discretion and a support for her to lean back on. It is then that she meets him halfway for a kiss. Francesco doesn't hesitate to give into what his heart has craved all along, breathing a sigh of relief just before closing the distance between them. So then Clarice doesn't mean to end anything, even though her religion has countlessly proved burdensome and exasperating. She wants him. She wants this. Or he's telling himself all these crazy things just to prolong this charade. Whatever the reasons for the urgency in her kiss, Francesco will take what's offered despite the antagonizing thought in the back of his mind: everything they have together is built on a lie. And will she feel the same if she were to find out the truth? For now, it’s a day at a time. He’s got her right where he wants her, after all.

#francesco & clarice ; ofimaginarybeings #ofimaginarybeings #answered meme

[shireentheunburnt]

Meeting a Captain

Shireen held her shawl to her with one hand, and pressed her charred stag over her heart with the other. She did not recognise this place; it was loud and sprawling. It left her feeling smaller than Castle Black or Winterfell ever had, and she only been in it but moments...

Where was this? What was going on?

How was she here?

Feeling lost once more, the scarred princess forced down the rising anxiety building in her belly. Stepping forth with a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as much as she was able, she gazed about herself as she called out, “Hello? Hello, is anyone there?”

@ofimaginarybeings

#ofimaginarybeings #i hope this is okay! #Let me know if you would like it changed :-)

[luckhissoul]

@ofimaginarybeings​ ( tuon ) asked :: ♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

it had been a long day, too bloody long he hated when work days stretched on and on without any end in sight. he wanted to go home, to call up that pretty thing in 6c and forget about work. but she had said he had to stay. and maybe - well, there was something about the way she had said it. like she thought he was the one man for the job. the only man for it. maybe it was because most of the people around here just scurried whenever she came around, heads down or too defiant, with their face held high, saying that they wouldn’t change if she paid them funny because since the buy out wasn’t she the one paying everyone here? even him. light, but he hated that. especially when the whole bloody office took on that same tone they had with selene, the little shakes of the head whenever he’s go into the office. as if - bloody as if tuon could be persuaded like that. sometimes, well, sometimes she got this look on her face that she might be. but work place, respect, and all that bloody nonsense got in the way. work killed a good time. everyone knows that. 

but now the floor is empty. and she’s been looking at him the way she does sometimes, like she’s surprised he knows how to do his job well, that was some insult. but those big dark eyes of hers on him seem to soften the blow. and at some time during the night she had come over and sat next to him on the couch. they had talked, she had given her little hums of approval. and after a few files passed over, after hours of debates and discussions sleep had happened. unexpected, for her, too. but the morning was already cracking through the night. for the first time he hated being on salary. the sky had been gray when he had drifted but when his eyes fluttered opened it was pink and yellow, morning already. a nice sight, like some watercolor. but then he had felt the warm press against his and then he saw her, small really, in a blue pleated suit. her head to his shoulder. she smelled nice and there was little edge to her face then. he decides not to startle her and shifts just a little. missing the soft weight of her. which is a funny feeling. letting her wake up on her own. she looks at him with an early morning shame he hadn’t expected, especially since he had moved away from her to spare her that. but her eyes flicker to the folder in his hands so he figures he knows what that’s about. “beat you to it.” he quips with a wink because that’ll grate on her, won’t it?

#;answered meme #v; a late morning #;carry you away ;; ofimaginarybeings ; tuon #ofimaginarybeings #ofimaginarybeings ; tuon

[tothedevilsshowclosed]

the kid who insisted he wasn’t a kid sat on the bench explaining to him that he had time traveled here. yes, he’s seen a lot of things. there were so many things that he had seen. but time travel? did the russians do it or something? it had to be the russians. but this kid - this guy was talking with an american as apple pie accent. not a russian. or maybe he’s a spy. or - he couldn’t get his head around it. not just the time travel. but this guy was claiming to be older than his dad. and that just didn’t seem to fit. he talked too fast and he said a lot of words like he was something important. but that didn’t mean - well, he had met a kid with powers. why not this? but it just seemed crazy. he thinks that dustin would get a real kick out of this. but the guy - he said his name was five. five? out of all the names? was that how they were naming their kids in the future? 

“tell me something that happens in the future and i might believe you.” he says, leaning on the table as he examines five. the kid that’s an old man, looking for a brief case that steve’s never seen in his life. he had gotten him an ice cream and he hadn’t wanted it. he had wanted something hard to drink. so he had cracked in something from his old man’s cabinet. this guy was pretty crazy, wasn’t he? maybe he was a kid from one of those hospitals. but how had he gotten here? maybe this was all tied in together though. it had to be. one weird thing happening in hawkins couldn’t be isolated. it all had to be connected. “i’m still not --” he hesitates. “i can’t buy that you’re an old man. where are your parents? do they know that you’re pulling this scam? huh?” - @ofimaginarybeings​

#ch. steve #v; this isn't a bright spot #starter #add to tracker #ofimaginarybeings ; five #ofimaginarybeings #what a himbo