#and then it takes rudolfs

[theresamouseinmyhouse]

proportions? whats that?💀 cest la fucken vie i guess.

[fitzrove]

Crown Prince Rudolf biographers be like

brigitte hamann: Rudolf's foreign policy aims were ambitious, if ultimately unfeasible. At the very least, he tried harder even from his difficult personal and political position to make an impact on the political affairs of the empire, unlike his entitled uncaring cruel bitch mother who never loved him enough

frederick morton: The prince's cerulean orbs glistened with barely held-back crystalline tears as he clutched the pistol in his masculine, well-muscled hand, and he caressed the mouth of the gun like he might a lover's on a gloomy winter morning, impatient, all his potent charms singularly focused on his new, dark goal, one that could only find its fulfillment in the indulgement of his secret desires... erhm no I do not want to fuck him [blushes]

empress zita: I think president Bush had Rudolf killed

greg king and penny wilson: Rudolf did 9/11 what a fucking scumbag [source: judith listowel source: dukeprince heinrich von habsburg twitter acount source: this appeared to me once in a dream]

[taniushka12]

oh my god the name sounded familiar so I checked and I was right! they DID bring the old man from aw1 into the lakehouse dlc!

(x)

[emilydickinsonsghost]

Literally 0% surprised, almost 400 times seems low to me tbh. 😅 But it’s funnier if you consider that the Japanese version is my 4th most listened to song and the Essen cast recording version is in my top songs as well. Also Wenn ich dein Spiegel wär is like number 8 or sth.

Yea my mental health in 2023 was definitely not a dumpster fire why would you think that?

[imadumdumjewel]

Rudolf is a post-pandemic baby confirmed haha (yeah chronologically RC and Theresa were around 23-24 when Rudolf was born, sooooo it means 2020s lol)

And besides Randy almost had a donkey pox missile destroy his previous house, so he’s def warning his dear son about any potential consequences xD

[sarcasticdolphin]

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[archduchessofnowhere]

Last night I watched episodes 2 and 3 of Sisi's latest season but I didn't feel like live blogging, so behold some belated commentary!

The writing of episode 2 suffers heavily from hindsight: the writers (and most people interested in the real history) already know what a traumatic experience Rudolf's first year of formal education was, so they basically just exported the conflict without actually writing it organically into the story. We know why it is a bad idea to have a literal child doing military training. Despite not being accurate, Rudolf being afraid of starting his training is understandable as well. But why is Sisi so against the idea even before she meets Gondrecourt? It is even canonically stated that this is normal (we even see other children being trained!), so why she decides to kidnapp her own child before he even begins his training? Since when is Sisi so against the military, anyway? This is a brand new character trait they randomly gave her when writing this season.

It just feels lazy, imo. In reality Rudolf was 5, not 9, when his military education begun, and he was trained for a whole year before his health visibly deteriorated and Elisabeth intervened. Having Sisi interevene before anything even happens just doesn't convince me at all.

[pochapal]

interesting how there's this understated tension between rudolf and kyrie where she's being kept deliberately out of the loop of his goings on/secrets even though she is the more analytical and competent of the two of them.

[fitzrove]

Not only have several of my former classmates gotten married, just found out that now one is having a kid?? 😭😭 just reiterating: i cant believe some people my age are doing that dklsldls. Where do they find time to work/study AND develop intricate crown prince rudolf headcanons once they do that

[schadenfreudich]

yeah same

[rivianrudolf]

*trying not to cry* trust the process, trust the process,,,

[vinceaddams]

Early 18th (and late 17th) century fashions are so under-utilized in vampire media and I think it's a damn shame.

I don't actually think I've ever seen a single image of a vampire character in an early 18th century suit. Hardly any movies set in that era either, and hardly any historical costumers who do it. (Even my beloved gay pirate show set in 1717 takes nearly all of its 18th century looks from the second half of the century. Not enough appreciation for baroque fashion!!)

Yes I love late 18th century fashion as much as anyone, and 19th century formal suits are all very well and good, but if you want something that says old, dead, wealthy, and slightly dishevelled, then the 1690's-1730's are where it's at.

(Retrato del Virrey Alencastre Noroña y Silva, Duque de Linares, ca. 1711-1723.)

There was so much dark velvet, and so many little metallic buttons & buttonholes. Blood red linings were VERY fashionable in this era, no matter what the colour of the rest of the suit was.

(Johann Christoph Freiherr von Bartenstein by Martin van Meytens the Younger, 1730's.)

The slits on the front of the shirts are super low, they button only at the collar, and it's fashionable to leave most of the waistcoat unbuttoned so the shirt sticks out, as seen in the above portraits.

(Portrait of Anne Louis Goislard de Montsabert, Comte de Richbourg-le-Toureil, 1734.)

Waistcoats are very long, coats are very full, and the cuffs are huge. But the sleeves are on the shorter side to show off more of that shirt, and the ruffles if it has them! Creepy undead hands with long nails would sit so nicely under those ruffles.

(1720's-30's, LACMA)

Embroidery designs are huge and chunky and often full of metallic threads, and the brocade designs even bigger.

(1730's, V&A, metal and silk embroidery on silk satin.)

Sometimes they did this fun thing where the coat would have contrasting cuffs made from the same fabric as the waistcoat.

(Niklaus Sigmund Steiger by Johann Rudolf Huber, 1724.)

Tell me this look isn't positively made for vampires!

(Portrait of Jean-Baptiste de Roll-Montpellier, 1713.)

(Yeah I am cherry-picking mostly red and black examples for this post, and there are plenty of non-vampire-y looking images from this time, but you get the idea!)

And the wrappers (at-home robes) were also cut very large, and, if you could afford it, made with incredible brocades.

(Portrait of a nobleman by Giovanni Maria delle Piane, no date given but I'd guess maybe 1680's or 90's.)

(Circle of Giovanni Maria delle Piane, no date given but I'd guess very late 17th or very early 18th century.)

Now that looks like a child who's been stuck at the same age for a hundred years if I ever saw one!

I don't know as much about the women's fashion from this era, but they had many equally large and elabourate things.

(1730's, Museo del Traje.)

(Don't believe The Met's shitty dating, this is a robe volante from probably the 1720's.)

(Mantua, c. 1708, The Met. No idea why they had to be that specific when they get other things wrong by entire decades but ok.)

(Portrait of Duchess Colavit Piccolomini, 1690's.)

(Maria van Buttinga-van Berghuys by Hermannus Collenius, 1717.)

Sometimes they also had these cute little devil horn hair curls that came down on either side of the forehead.

(Viago in drag Portrait of a lady, Italian School, c. 1690.)

Enough suave Victorian vampires, I want to see Baroque ones! With huge wigs and brocade coat cuffs so big they go past the elbow!

[diejager]

could you write something for stepdad alejandro and dbf rodolfo?🩵

Cw: stepcest, praising, worshipping reader, fluff, barbecue, cheating, tell me if I missed any. Note: I stuck with the “canon” age, meaning Rudy and Alejandro are in their late 30s or early 40s.

Mexican summers were always warm - warmer than what you were used to when you were living farther up - with it’s blazing sun and vivid fauna that seemed to glow under the heat and clear blue sky. Thankfully, the air wasn’t stale, neither dry nor humid, but a equal temperament with a soft breeze that cooled the sweat that clung to your skin. You hadn’t dared wear anything other than your bikini when you stood in the busy backyard barbecue your mom and your stepdad had decorated and filled to have guests and friends alike over in the mids of a beautiful July. Unlike many of the older women who covered up in a dress or loose pants out of traditionalist convenience, their children - a cousin or a friend, young adults who were as rambunctious as you - were unabashedly prancing around in thin-strapped bikinis and low trunks, all happy to take in the warmth on their bronze skin. 

Some people you knew, others you didn’t, Alejandro often invited his ragtag group he called Los Vaqueros to every barbecue if he could, his bright and joyous smile lifting the corners of his lips while he flipped the spiced beef kebab he left marinating yesterday. You couldn’t say you knew them very well, boisterous and proud people, but you were familiar with his right-hand man, sweet Rudolf who seemed to loved pampering you as much as he adored you. A man of softness and tender praises, the rough texture of his fingers carefully holding your hips, massaging the fatty rolls and whispering compliments, affectionate confession about how pretty and perfect you were.

“Muñequita, ” Rudy mumbled, pulling you towards him by your waist in open affection, letting others see how close he was to you, arm wrapped around your back and cheek pressed to yours, a smile lighting up his face with every flustering words he let slip down his tongue, “Are you free tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, lashes fluttering from how close his lips were to yours, his minty and warm musk filling your sense as much as it drowned out all your thoughts, “Why?”

He chuckled at your flustered and glazed expression, your lips pulled in a small and adorable pout while you clung to him, leaning your weight into his side as if you attempted to stand closer and closer to him despite being wrapped up in him arms:

“Ale and I were thinking of taking you out. That new restaurant you mentioned? We managed to reserve a table.”

“What?!” You turned to stare at him, gaping admiringly, “I- How’d you even do that? I’ve tried so many times and they always seem to be booked!”

“Well, Ale pulled some fa-”

“Honey!” Your mother called out to you from her side of the garden, surrounded with friends near the food table, “Could you go down and get more beers?”

“Of course, Ma!” You clambered out of the pool, water dripping down your thighs while you patted yourself dry, “Sorry, Rudy, I’ll be right back.”

You caught him smiling at you before you slipped through the kitchen door, carefully stepping down the basement-turned-man-cave’s stairs to get the beers out of the fridge. Finding the right pack, your bent down to rummage through the back to reach it when you felt hands grasp your hips. You jolted, eyes wide as you peered over your shoulder-

Only to see Alejandro’s shit eating rain, wild and blazing, smirking down at you with his crotch pressed to your ass. You swallowed thickly, watching the corded muscles of his arm flex and his swimming trunks hanging low, a bit of trimmed hair peaking out to tease you. 

“Thought I’d come down and help.”

Your body burned under his lidded gaze, thick and heavy, weighing you down with a churning in your core,

“Seems like more than just help.”

He laughed, a low bellow that rocked you forward, his shoulders shook and eyes gleamed so brightly, but mischievously. He was like the sun, hot and boisterous, and Rudy the ocean, all embracing and calm.

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[sarcasticdolphin]

May I request for the snipped tag game: Smrtolf, ❤️ or 🤎 (the choice is yours)

It's still a bit of an odd feeling - Smrt's hand at Rudolf's back, just between his wings.

"My friend." Rudolf turns to greet him, leaning into the touch. He'll never have enough of this.

Smrt brushes a piece of Rudolf's fluffy hair out of his eyes before twining his arms around the young angel, pulling him closer. "Rudolf."

Rudolf lets his arms rest on Smrt's chest for a moment before moving them to wrap around his friend's neck and gently nosing his cheek. There's something that feels so right about being properly in his friend's embrace after being denied it again and again.

Smrt's hand comes up to stroke Rudolf's jawbone. It tickles and Rudolf giggles, his wings happily twitching behind him. Smrt smiles at that, letting his finger drift to below Rudolf's chin before pulling him closer.

Their noses brush for a moment, and Rudolf takes the moment to try and figure out Smrt's eye color. His eyes look grey most of the time, but in certain lights, they have a lovely hint of pale blue.

They are already so close that Rudolf isn't really sure if he is the one that leans in, or if it is his friend. The kiss is odd, in a way. A brief little thing, but it has a feeling of finality to it. Smrt's lips are soft but cool, and Rudolf finds himself making a rather pathetic noise when Smrt pulls away.

That earns a gentle chuckle from his friend, and he pulls Rudolf in for another kiss. The angel savors it, pulling Smrt closer. He wants more, more of his beautiful friend. They have so much time to make up for, after all.

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Deep in the shadows and unseen to the love birds, a small convoy of crows deposited bottle caps at the feet of a smug-looking raven.

[sguidwards-bestfriend]

So apparently pitchpearl is a thing, I've been on tumblr for a while and if you know any history then you understand why selfcest doesn't surprise me in the slightest

Anyway...

dpxdc Misunderstanding that becomes reality fic: 1.5k

part 1

Warning: I plan on a very melancholic ending, its a good ending but also kinda sad

...

When Danny moved to Gotham, he really had thought he wouldn't continue his hero work in this dimension.

But there was a little girl in the street that almost got hurt during a rogue attack.

But some kind of gas went off at the cafe he worked at and it's not like he really needs to breath and there were so many people.

But his University, Gotham U, was in a lock down from a random winter storm that definitely wasn't natural.

So he did what he could when he saw it and kept off of the news when he was doing class work, letting the other "vigilantes" pick up where he couldn't.

However, after a few more months of class, work, and being a vigilante (the news station that first showed him used the correct name!!), he was right back where he had been in Amity before he'd managed to close the portal.

Exhausted and failing at everything other than hero work.

The year after he had graduated high school he stayed in Amity and was able to make amends with the ghosts, being the crown prince definitely helped. He thought the ghost attacks stopping would have lessened his pa- Jack and Maddie trying to catch one. In reality they only became more and more frantic to catch the last ghost, "Mini Phantom".

Revealing he had a daughter, that that daughter was half ghost, hadn't gone well in the slightest.

The one shot Maddie managed to hit had almost destabilized her. He had grabbed her and ran into the portal. He wasn't sure how he'd done it, but in a fit of blinding rage he had destroyed both sides of the doorway to the Ghost Zone.

Frost bite had managed to get her to retract into her core. She'd need some time before she'd have a physical form again, and she'd need Danny to keep her stable for some time, but she would make it. She'd be fine in the end.

It felt weird to have two cores in his chest, but other than needing to take ecto shots it wasn't a huge change.

The last time he'd been to frostbite Ellie's core had some sort of shake to it. It could have been nothing, but a halfa was rare enough. A halfa making a never-born hadn't even been thought of. Add on, that that never-born could possibly be born a halfa was... concerning.

So here he was, in an entirely new dimension, nervously chewing on the end of his stylus, waiting to hear back from Frostbite. His study sessions lately kept being interrupted by thoughts of her. If she really was okay.

Then there was an earth shattering BOOM, that shook his entire building.

As he floated upwards and through the wall he caught a glimpse of something he had never seen before in his afterlife.

A daemon. An actual daemon with red skin and horns and a flaming tail crawling out of the ruble that used to be his front door.

Danny could sense immediately that the being wasn't from the ghost zone, but it held just as much power as one of the stronger ghost.

He transformed and landed in front of the being, "Hey! That was my front door! What gives, Rudolf?"

The daemon shook the dust off his head and looked at Phantom, then at his chest, and back at him. "I do not fight those that carry child."

"Oh... uh." He was not expecting that. "Are you okay?"

It was the daemons turn to look perplexed. "I am fighting a hellblazer, he owes me something. Refuses to pay."

"That's annoying." He looked around to see some guy in a trench coat at the end of the street. The yet to settle dust cloud making it hard to figure out any other features. "I can help if you-"

At that a massive blast of magic hit him and the daemon, sending them careening farther down the street.

Danny's vision went double and he thought he was going to throw up. All he could focus on at first was the pain as he tried to stand on wobbly legs, then it was the emptiness in his chest.

Ellie.

He closed his eyes and dropped back to the floor. He focused on her core. He found it quickly, checking it over, turning it every which way incessantly until he heard someone groan in front of him.

When he opened his eyes he was looking at two much smaller daemons, one a bright red, the other a darker wine red, sitting in a massive indent in the road. One he very luckily was on the very outskirts of.

The two immediately started to bicker, swatting at each other, but not actually fighting.

He heard footsteps on the wreckage behind him, some magic words were said and the daemons' were hand cuffed and poofed out of sight.

"Hey kid, you okay?" Trench coat asked him, not bothering to give him his hand.

"No thanks to you, you ass."

"I just saved your life." He said with a blank expression.

"The daemon wouldn't have done anything to me. Unlike you, they have a moral code."

Trench coat huffed, that seemed to ruffle his feathers. "And what would those morals be exactly?"

"They pay their debts, for one. And two, they don't magically attack people carrying children." Danny stood up and wavered. Trench coat grabbed his arm to steady him.

He stared at Danny for a few more seconds, "You're not human." It wasn't a question. He sucked in a breath, "You're not fully human."

"Ding, ding, ding." Danny tried to shake of the hellblazer's grip. "Let go of me."

"I know where to get medical attention for non humans. You need to be looked over." He said, starting the motion to make a portal.

"Nuh, uh. No. I'm fine." Danny said, patting the hand still wrapped around his arm. Trenchcoat let go and shoved him lightly, Danny felt the world twist around him as the pavement came up to meet his face.

Before he hit the ground he stopped in mid air, not by his own volition, and was gently propped back up.

"That blast spell is designed to not affect humans. You shouldn't have felt more than a breeze." Trenchcoat went back to opening up a portal, it glowed an eerie red. "Come on, well check the little one too."

Danny let himself get pulled through the red portal, it quickly closed behind them.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

His head was pounding.

"wha/t- morals- exactly?"

Talking.

"debts- two- atta/ckp/eo-ple- children."

Two voices. Two people.

"not human."

He feels empty.

"Letg/oof me."

He's hurt. His other half is hurt.

"You need to be looked over."

He opened his eyes, a man was holding his other half. His other half and his daughter.

"Nuh, uh. No. I'm fine." His other half swatted at the man.

The man pushed his other half to the ground.

He tried to reach out but his hand was barely a shimmering outline.

His other half didn't hit the ground.

There was ringing in his ears. The man would pay.

"Come on,- the little one too."

The man pulled his other half through a portal.

A sickly looking portal. A bloody color.

He floated up. Sped to the closing portal.

It closed too fast.

He wasn't fast enough.

...

It took Phantom 20 minutes to get his thoughts in order and another 10 before the ringing in his ears stopped.

He had been split in two before, but the ghost "dream catcher" the ecto-scientists made years ago had split his ghost half and his human half entirely. This was different.

He still felt a bit of his humanness. Transforming would suck though, he felt too low on ecto to do that.

His other half was in his human form when he looked. He still had Ellie nestled up against his core. But his core looked off. Although the silhouette was of a full sphere, he couldn't help shaking the thought that he saw some parts missing.

When Danny had been split before only his ghost had kept the core, it was what nearly killed them both. What made them promise to never split again.

Maybe if they both had bits of a core they'd be fine until they could reunite.

He tried to focus on his core but it made his head pound.

He'd have to hope his other half could manage as he tried to organize a rescue mission.

Although he'd managed to get a message from the Ghost Zone to Sam and Tucker, he wouldn't be able to get one dirrectly to their dimension.

He knew even trying to make a portal with his ecto as low as it was wasn't a good idea. And would be a waste of the ecto shots he had just chugged.

There was really only one hope of help he had left, one he really didn't want to ask.

A new friend he had made at the cafe.

Tim Drake-Wayne, son of Brucie Wayne. The very same Brucie Wayne that was definitely funding Batman's weird night life.

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Wow this got away from me, honestly was planning on like 500 words. I want to continue this, but if anyone wants to pick it up and play around please feel free to add stuff in the reblogs! I adore reading peoples additions to posts

(As always please please please help me writing tags i never knwo what to do with them, the lack of structure here compared to ao3 confuses me)

[iateyourparents]

snow angels | c.b.

pairing: colby brock x fem!reader

summary: you love winter but you hate getting sick. but when it happens you have colby to take care of you.

warnings: bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry but english isn’t my first language)

an: it’s short but i love snow and colby so i decided to make this because it snowed so much yesterday in my city <33

pictures are from pinterest:)

„Baby you will get cold.” Colby warned looking at you with a little smirk when you were laying on the ground doing snow angels with Katrina.

It was winter, your favorite season and because Los Angeles wasn’t known for snowy and cold weather, Sam and Colby decided to surprise you and Katrina with a little travel to Norway. It was heaven for you, so much snow and cold weather.

„I won’t love.” you rolled your eyes „Come here and make your angel!”

He rolled his eyes but started walking to you with Sam and they both laid down and started copying your and Kat’s movements.

„Come on love, let’s go inside baby.” Colby took your hand some time later „You will really catch a cold if we stay outside for any longer.”

„No.” you whined letting go of his hand „Let’s buid a snowman!”

„You will regret it.” Colby warned with a laugh but also got to work on your snowman.

And truth to be told, you should listen to Colby when he was urging you inside but you only realized it couple of hours later when you were laying in bed coughing and sneezing.

„I told you so babe.” Colby sighed looking at termometer in his hand “You have high fever.” he looked at you with worry and you took his hand.

“I’ll be alright. It’s only a cold. Plus I have the best nurse on the world to help me get better.” you smiled at him and he only laughed kissing your nose.

“You look like a rudolf with this red nose.” he kissed it again “I will go make a soup, okay?”

“Don’t leave me here all alone.” you pouted.

“You should have listened to me and you wouldn’t be in this situation.” he smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re no fun.” you whined but let’s be honest, he was right, but you would rather spend three days sick in bed than admit he was right.

“Sure love.” he kissed your head and walked out of your room.

You laid there for a few minutes but you quickly got bored and your phone wasn’t any help, so you got up from the bed and ignoring your body’s shivering, you started walking to the kitchen where from you could hear Colby singing.

You quietly stood behind him and hugged his back placing your cheek on his shoulder blade.

He jumped a little but then sighed “I told you to stay in bed.”

“I was bored.” you pouted slightly “I missed you.”

He laughed quietly but continued making a soup.

“You didn’t miss me?” you faked a gasp and stopped hugging him. You immediately missed a warm his back was providing you but you took a few steps back acting as if he did something cruel “How could you?”

“I didn’t say I didn’t miss you.” he defended himself.

“Your silence did!” you accused “Alright then, go back to your no missing me and I will go hug Kat and Sam.”

You walked out of the kitchen hearing Colby’s laugh and him shouting your name and I love you behind you but you ignored it and went to the living room where Sam and Kat were already looking in your direction with smirks.

“Problems in paradise?” Sam joked and you pouted.

“He doesn’t love me anymore!” you accused loudly to make sure Colby could hear you in the kitchen.

“I didn’t say that! I love you!” you all could hear Colby screaming and that made Kat and Sam laugh and you rolled your eyes.

“Do you wanna hug?” Kat looked at you and you quickly nodded, sitting on her side and snuggling into her body while Sam covered you both with a fluffy blanket.

Some time later Colby came into the room with a steaming bowl and also steaming cup in the shape of gingerbread man.

“I made the soup and I also made you a cocoa as a sorry for making you think I didn’t miss you while I was in the kitchen and you in the bedroom. It was wrong.” he smiled at you and you laughed.

“Add kinder surprise and I will forgive you.” you smirked at him and he smiled at you.

“They are waiting in the kitchen.”

“I love you.” you kissed his cheek when he was sitting things on the coffee table in front of you.

“I love you too baby.” he kissed your forehead “Now eat.”