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[brightest-star2]

The Four Herberts of the Apocalypse

(in celebration of Medic's legal first name)

[tanzdoesthings]

Birthdays

for the Ancient AU. Five Pebbles and Seven Red Suns celebrates a birthday.

a gift for @ardienothesieno !

“I thought you didn’t do birth-cycles?” Pebbles said as he tilted his head and looked to Suns. His cup clinked against the smooth table, drink sloshing a bit, letting the ice clink against the straw. The room was filled with the low hum of conversation, casual and yet refined. Suns fit in better than Pebbles ever did.

They sipped their drink, as poised as the cycle they met, embodying a silent holiness that Pebbles could never dream of achieving. “No, it is not my usual style,” they reply, “but it seemed valuable to celebrate.”

Void below. What is he supposed to say to… this? All of this! Seven Red Suns taking time out of their busy schedule just to take him out to lunch? He’s an artist and lab tech, for wyrm’s sake, and yet they continue to meet, discussing anything under the sun, and then lower as well. Religion, philosophy, paintings, life, their work on the lifeblood of their civilization. Turning Spires is activating soon, and they’re here. Celebrating his birthcycle.

“Pebbles?” they prompt, bringing him back to the moment. “Is everything alright?”

He nods, taking another sip of his drink. “Just thinking about all that’s happened.”

They raise their glass in agreement, tipping it towards him and then taking another sip. “It’s incredible, really. We always wonder if the cycle has us trapped, and here we are, celebrating it.”

“Tradition, I suppose,” he contemplates, holding the cup on the table.

Suns seems to have noticed the oddities, to his dismay. “We don’t have to celebrate here, you know. I thought it would be nice to take you up here, but you seem… uncomfortable.”

“Thanks for stating the obvious, Suns,” he bites back, harder than he really meant to.

Smoothly, always elegantly, in a single motion, Suns sets their cup on the table, taking Pebbles by the arm and pulling. He almost falls, but manages to keep step with his friend. They travel down the elevator, out onto the street, moving between the flowing crowd.

It takes until they are standing in front of the rolling door to Pebble’s workshop that he realizes what Suns is doing. “Hey- I thought you said no work today!”

Suns unlocks the door. They’ve known the code for many cycles now. “Where do you keep your paints? And an apron, preferably.”

Little Pebbles, standing in the doorway where he was left, stares. “You want to paint?”

“It’s your birthday, yes? You enjoy doing this. I want you to show me.”

It takes another moment before Pebbles snaps back into action, collecting two aprons and moving to hang his mask on the hook- until he remembered Suns was also there. Should he take off his mask-? It would be more difficult to paint with it on- would it be weird?

Maybe it would, except Suns had moved behind him, taking an apron in one hand and holding their own mask in the other, hanging it. Oh. He tries to stop thinking, pulling off his own mask and hanging it side by side. They are smiling at him- have they always been? Their eyes are so vibrant- focus. Paint. Cans are pulled from the cabinet, nozzles fitted and set in front of a blank wall in the workshop.

“It will take some getting used to,” he says, picking up a red can and shaking. “Keep your hand moving, or else the paint will pool and drip.” A piece of paper is handed to Suns, and they reach down to pick up another can. Purple.

They shake it as well, trying a few sprays across the paper. The first two drip, but the third is relatively even. Pebbles watches, and void below is it different having Suns in this workshop. They’re tall, he’s always known this, but even without the mask Suns towers over him. He nods at the test sprays, pointing to the wall.

“We start with a sketch. This will get covered up later, but it’s good reference.” He takes a deep breath, stepping up to the wall. Scholar symbol. That will do. It’s bubbly and big, and Suns moves to add some pearls in around the character.

“Is this good?”

He’s always painted alone, this is so different. It’s good. “Yes, very. I like the way it frames the subject.”

Five Pebbles gets into the rhythm of painting. Shake-shake-shake, spray. Step back, see the big picture. Next color. Repeat. Suns works on the pearls, and they almost glow on the wall, colors weaving together. They’re picking this up well.

“You’re quick,” Suns observes, adding gold to one of the pearls.

“I’ve done this for a long time,” he replies.

More painting. Outlines are added, highlights giving emphasis to the shapes. Suns steps back at this point, letting their friend finish the work.

He steps back, dropping the near-empty canister on the ground. “Well. We did it.”

“Thank you Pebbles.”

“Oh-“ He really had needed to get something on this wall, this had just been a good excuse to-

Suns puts their hand on his shoulder. “Let’s get this cleaned up.”

He nods. It was still so surreal to see Suns without their mask, but there they went, picking the cans up off his floor. He hastily followed, putting caps back on and throwing out the empty ones. It all cleaned up quickly, and they both returned to the cabinet to put away the cans and aprons.

“It’s a shame we must wear these bulky masks and not be able to properly appreciate all the artwork on the walls.” Suns states as they pick up their mask, inspecting it before putting it back on.

“Yeah.”

Suns glances to Pebbles. “Let’s get home. It’s been a long day. Oh- send Moon my regards! I’m still writing a response to her last message,” they laugh, standing and walking to the door.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure she knows.” He follows suit, closing the door behind the two and locking it.

Many cycles later, when he’s running for his life, he’s going to come in this workshop, looking for supplies. He’s going to see the mural, made with the one who set him up to fail. The burns on his hands, his face, all from the void fluid that Suns gave him. And he is going to swallow his despair, and run.

Run far away.

[lunatic-fandom-space]

One of the most baffling things about especially older tanz fanfics on fanfiktion.de is that so many of them pretend like count von krolock isnt like, the most bisexual man on the planet. Like, theres this one I read where sarah and krolock were going through kind of a rough patch in their relationship and he talks to herbert about it and hes like "well, if it doesnt work out, you can always switch to the other side of the pond" and I think the count has a kinda disgusted reaction, not in a homophobic way or anything, more in a "i dont like imagining myself doing that" way, but like. cmon, dont tell me you think canon count von krolock wouldnt fuck alfred if he wasnt already dating his son

[kit-williams]

Tanz Mit Mir

Music fic inspired by Eisbrecher's Tanz Mit Mir (Lyrics are translated to English originally sung in German)

Based off of @ghouljams Regancy AU

Lose all your virtues Lose them deliberately

He pulled her out onto the dance floor as she had been haunting his vision this whole night.

Also forget your conscience Because you don't need to know anything

She didn't need to know that murder was already on his mind as he spun her around to the music. Watching how the fake smiles she was flashing before hardly compared to the genuine ones she was giving him.

Step by step One, two, three, four

He led her in the dance as it felt like just the two of them as he guided her feet away from his own. She just needed a firm hand and well what firmer of a hand is there than a kings?

Dance with me Don't look back

He would spin her just at the moment her Fiancé would look back or if she looked around to look for him he would move her in such a fluid way hearing the gentle laugh that would erupt from her throat.

Step by step One, two, three, four Come with me Let's get carried away!

The way her head tilted back as she let out a laugh and the way she practically skipped in some of the moves. All these little movements that only a dance partner would notice... and only a fool would ignore.

I hold you tight in my hand Pull you up close to me

His hand holding hers holds on a little bit tighter and his hand about her waist pulls her closer just a bit more as he watches her have so much fun.

Dance with me Dance, dance with me Dance with me Dance, dance with me

It was like they were the only ones in the room as he danced around with her as what other woman had captured him with just a look. Did he believe love at first sight?

I hold you tighter in my arms, So I can lead you better

With how he was holding her so tightly... he was willing to believe it. He once more maneuvered her with such grace that it looked like she could dance so effortlessly as he led the dance.

Dance with me Dance, dance with me Dance with me Dance, dance with me

They made their first circuit around the dance floor of the ballroom. It was her turn to flash her friends smiles as she started to dance past.

In truth, I want to lie to you Tough times last too long

Once more he could spy her Fiancé as his eyes flicked over to the man who was completely unworried about his Fiancée dancing with the visiting royal. His tongue clicked in his mouth as he was only saddened by the thought of what tears she might shed for him...

A brief happiness should satisfy us Spin to the beat of sweet sounds

But it wouldn't last too long. For now he was eager to make her his! To fill her with the promise of what will come. What joys they would feel.

Beat by beat One, two, three

She felt like the luckiest woman in the room with the way he looked down at her and how he guided her with such skill. How his hand moved her waist with such skill. She swears that at times she feels like her feet leave the ground but she focuses on trying her best to not make the king do all the work.

Your heart wants more Don't look back

Once more he looks down at her and this time she doesn't bother to look for her fiancé as her eyes seem to sparkle with the desire to keep going as long as he was willing to give her. And he was willing to give her everything.

Step by step One, two, three, four

The sounds of fabric swishing and swaying were drowned by the music and for the king... the sound of his beating heart drowned it all and only her laughter could pierce the rhythmic beating of his heart.

Come with me I sweep you along with me

He had a larger than life presence and of course she was swept up in all of it. How she acted its... to him it was like she was trying to get his attention and well she had all if it. He couldn't stop looking at her no matter how hard he tried.

I have you tight in my hand Pull you up close to me

Of course... he was less likely to let go. He pulled her ever so closer making the dancing a little more intimate but he was certain that her Fiancé wasn't looking far too busy with trying to get his business ventures off the ground.

Dance with me Dance, dance with me Dance with me Dance, dance with me

The second circuit made around the dance floor. His eyes flicked over to the man and of course he wasn't paying attention to the pretty lady that König was dancing with. Oh if she was his he wouldn't let some strange man sweep her off her feet like this.

I hold you tighter in my arms, So I can lead you better

She did not fuss at all when he had pulled her closer once more hiding it as how he led her in the dance. To help her avoid stepping on her toes. Such a silly fragile man her fiancé must be if he was unwilling to dance with such a divine creature. Anger rests in his belly as he remembers not being introduced to her for so long. Oh he could not wait to always hold her close...

Dance with me Dance, dance with me Dance with me Dance, dance, dance with me Dance with me Dance with me Dance, dance, dance with me

She laughed once more, softly and tried her best to stifle it, it was akin to a secret between the two of them. A lovely little noise he would treasure and make sure to get her to make again... and again... and again.

I adorn you for the dance Braid flowers in your hair

When she was his he would make sure she would be the prettiest thing in the room. Whenever the balls would happen she would be in his arms in the finest fabrics. She exuded such warmth that he was sure if he braided flowers into her hair they would bloom.

Crimson red on pale cheeks suits you wonderfully

The blush on her cheeks as she kept trying to have polite small smiles... but the way she just grinned up at him as he once more elicited a laugh from her painted lips.

I have you tight in my hand Pull you up close to me

He pulled her close enough that her belly would brush his occasionally. He knew he would be getting more but König was a greedy man. Always had been since he was a prince. He wanted a taste of what was to come but he wouldn't embarrass her by stealing a kiss just yet.

Dance with me Dance, dance with me Dance with me Dance, dance with me

They were on their third circuit of the ballroom floor and they were both enamored with each other. He was willing to even toy with the idea of just dancing right out of the room with her... steal her away and say the nights festivities got the better of him. He was certain that she wouldn't mind it as he could tell she was eating up all of his rapt attention. Oh when she was his... he would make sure she would never be left wanting for attention like this.

I hold you tighter in my arms, So I can lead you better

He smiled as he didn't have to pull her when she would normally stumble she was learning! And he could see the recognition in her eyes as she realized she was getting the hang of it.

Dance with me Dance, dance with me Dance with me Dance, dance, dance with me

He could spy her Fiancé now getting upset with how intimately he was holding her now. How tightly his hand was on her waist. How lost in his eyes she was... how the man was a fool and König would make sure that he would pay for not treasuring what was in front of him.

[r-aindr0p]

I am language DISinclined as much as I WANT to learn a language. I’m so interested in languages that I have an English BA and I’ve considered going for a MA in linguistics because etymology is 🤩

But I can’t for the life of me learn a full language. That being said, I pick up random words in different languages all over the freaking place.

French? Yup. Italian? Check. Russian. Mmhmm. German. Yes. Sign language? Odd one out but yep. Spanish? Who doesn’t know a few odd words when you live in the US.

I DONT GET HOW PEOPLE CAN FULLY LEARN OTHER LANGUAGES WHEN MY BRAIN IS JUST LIKE “I like these words. Yeah. These are good. That’s it though. :)”

Helppppppppp I love language but language only wants a friends-with-benefits relationshippppppp

Oh I totally get it honestly, language learning is not that easy usually especially when it comes to grammar which feels like a hellhole whatever the language you try to learn ! I did learn german at school and all I remember are a few sentences and christmas songs but the grammar is all forgotten already ugh.. Tried to learn japanese and grammar lost me again. As for finnish I just randomly say stuff and pray it is understandable, not an ounce of knowledge on it’s grammar.

The best way imo is to listen to other people speak the language more than try to learn the basics via grammar, sure it is important but getting the hang of a language by hearing it helps a lot !

Oh and I know a good online site I use as a French to English and vice versa dictionnary ! It’s called Wordreference it helps me quite a lot whenever I have doubts on some word’s meanings or when I remember a word in english but not in my own language…

And yeah, I gave a weird grammatical exception up here in french, that’s partially why hearing a language helps better than trying to understand the grammar first�� We also have lots of words with a silent "t" at the end like "chat" (cat) which you pronounce "sha" or "rat" (rat) pronounced "rat" and then you have a few exceptions where the t is not silent all of a sudden like "brut" (crude/variety of champagne/brute)

And why ?? Well because that’s it, no real explanation sometimes….

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Imagine Krolock finding Sarah trying to climb into his coffin and he's just in the shadows absolutely flabbergasted at what the little human is doing and she's struggling to get in because the sides are so tall. And he has to chuckle about her struggle and once she's in she even lays down before getting out again and Krolock just shakes his head at her and goes about his day night. And later he catches her with her arms full of pillows and is like "Good lord, what are you planning to do with all of those pillows, morsel?" And she mumbles over the mountain of pillows "Putting them in your coffin. That thing can't be good for your back. Tested it, not comfy." And she continues down the hall grumbling about his centuries old back and how he needs to take proper care of himself

[free-for-all-fics]

Tanz der Vampire/Dance of the Vampires and Dracula Musical Prompts! These are written with the German productions in mind, but really any adaptation could work. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! ❤️🩸

1. You’re Count Dracula’s daughter/son and Graf von Krolock’s wife/husband. Describe what your immortal life and marriage is like. You may have been addressed as Countess/Count Dracula while you were still unmarried and later Countess/Count von Krolock after your marriage, but as the biological daughter/son of Count Dracula, you’re still technically a Princess/Prince. Your father was a Prince of Wallachia in his mortal life and later became the King of Vampires, after all. You’re vampire royalty; your beauty, charm, family name, etc. made you highly sought after by men and monsters alike. But there was no better a match for you than Graf von Krolock. He’s a handsome and charismatic nobleman with a flair for dramatics. He’s technically lower in status than you, but you don’t care. You love him for reasons far more important than rank, so you’re not too bothered with the fact that you married down.

In all your centuries together, you’ve never for a moment regretted your choice to take him as your husband and eternal mate. Moving from Castle Dracula to Castle Krolock was easy since it immediately felt like home. You’re no stranger to acting as Mistress/Master of the Castle; you loved making Krolock Castle your own and adding your own personal touches, whether it be the interior of the castle or the garden/cemetery outside. Maybe it’s because you wished to have a son or daughter that your husband later turned Herbert and adopted him as yours and his son. If you wanted an heir, he would kidnap anyone of your choosing from a human village and turn them at your request. Herbert may not be yours by blood, but he would be your son in every other sense.

2. Beauty and the Beast AU: You’re Sarah’s sibling and Graf von Krolock is fixated on you instead of her because he believes you to be the reincarnation of his beloved husband/wife/lover. You look and act exactly the same, it’s uncanny. He kidnaps you, maybe half mad with grief and delusional from his centuries of black melancholy and loneliness. While you’re technically a prisoner in his castle, he doesn’t treat you like one. The castle is your home now so he lets you explore freely. You may go anywhere you wish, except for one locked door. That room is forbidden. You can’t leave the castle grounds or go beyond the garden/cemetery. He won’t let you. If he’s not watching you, there’s always another vampire or servant who is.

“What’s the story with the locked room upstairs?”

“It belongs to the late Graf/Grafin. We don’t go in there.”

“It might help me figure out what’s going on if I could take a look inside.”

“Best of luck. That door locked itself up tight the day of his/her funeral. There’s not a key in this world that’ll open it. Many have tried - myself included, I regret to say. If you’re really going to try opening that cursed door, if you’re really going to try breaking in to explore the late Master’s/Mistress’s room, the only advice I can offer you is this: Don’t let the Master catch you. Do you understand? Don’t let him catch you.”

During your captivity, you’re haunted by nightmares of lying dead on a stone bench deep within the castle’s chambers. The chamber can be accessed only through the window, set high in Krolock’s castle wall. A large bat flies in and hovers over the bench, regurgitating blood onto your dormant body. Your corpse starts to interact and bond with the dripped blood. Within seconds, you’re once more resurrected as a vampire. You wake up in a cold sweat from these night terrors. You either wander the castle halls in the dark and get lost, only to later be found by Kukol or Krolock himself. Or the Count is either lingering in your doorway or leering at you from over your bed, watching over you and waiting for you to awaken.

He lets you partake in the annual Dance of the Vampires, a celebration when the undead come to life in the cemetery and the castle again lives its former glory for one night only. He gifts you a beautiful suit/dress and protects you from the other vampires. He’s made it more than clear that only he or Herbert are allowed to dance with you. Are you truly his long lost love reincarnated or has the Count‘s mind succumbed to madness from centuries of existential pessimism? Are you truly a flickering light of hope in his shroud of black melancholy? Whether you remember your past life or not, could you ever find it in your still beating heart to love him despite him being your captor? Would you let him damn your soul and give you his vampire kiss so you can join him in eternity and save him from this inhabitable hell of loneliness?

3. Graf von Krolock was once deeply in love with you, Dracula’s daughter/son. You were his beloved wife/husband and eternal mate, but something happened where you were either killed by vampire hunters or died tragically. Your father was devastated by your untimely death. In his grief, he blamed your husband. Count Dracula and/or Graf von Krolock may have avenged you by hunting down, brutally killing and sucking the blood of the humans that took you away from them, but it didn’t make either vampire feel any better. They were still hollow. Even if your death wasn’t murder and was an accident, they’d still set fire to the villages and instill fear in the humans for what was done to you. Blood was spilled and heads rolled. No man, woman, or child was safe from their wrath.

Your father and husband never reconciled their relationship following your death. No matter how drawn out or excruciatingly painful they made the deaths of the hunters that slayed you or how many centuries passed, nothing could numb the pain your absence brought upon them. Your husband has never remarried; no mortal nor vampire could fill the void you left behind. No matter how beautiful, smart, etc., no one could ever hope to take your place. You were his mate, his one true love. Your old bedroom doubled as your personal study and it was one of your favorite rooms in the entire castle. It’s still exactly as you left it. Torn apart with grief, Krolock either keeps it locked up tight and has Kukol hide the key out of his sight so he’s never tempted to step foot in your room ever again. Or he’s the only one who’s permitted to hold the key and enter. He personally sees to keeping it clean and orderly, free of any dust or signs of decay. You wouldn’t want your favorite room to be neglected and left to rot away with time, so he keeps it pristine for you. He knows you’ll never step foot in this room or his castle again, but cleaning keeps his mind busy and helps him cope with your loss. This room brings back once happy memories of you now marred by tragedy, but it makes him believe for a few fleeting hours that you’ll come home.

“What’s the story with the locked room upstairs?”

“It belongs to the late Graf/Grafin. We don’t go in there. Ever. Only the Master would be allowed to go in and out. It’s best not to ask questions or go poking around.”

“It might help me figure out what’s going on if I could take a look inside.”

“Best of luck. That door locked itself up tight the day of his/her funeral. There’s not a key in this world that’ll open it. The Master likely carries it on him or keeps it somewhere hidden. I wouldn’t even try, if I were you. You’d be dead the second he caught you snooping around in places you weren’t supposed to be.”

To this day, Count Dracula refuses to have anything more to do with Krolock, citing what he believes is your husband’s failure to protect you. They haven’t spoken since the day of your funeral. Dracula is unyielding in his belief that Krolock could’ve or should’ve done more and that your death is your husband’s fault, even if it’s not actually true. You were his only surviving child and heir, and he only wanted the best for you. He didn’t approve of your choice in husband. If you had listened to him and never married Krolock, maybe you’d still be here. But you went against his wishes and married him anyway, and now you’re gone.

The King of all Vampires has held onto his grudge against your husband for centuries and isn’t going to ever let go of it unless, by some miracle, you’re brought back. Speaking of which, a group of humans are spending the night in the abandoned ruins where you supposedly died. They’re here to tell scary stories and urban legends, but get much more than they bargained for after they inadvertently resurrect you with their blood. The first thing you do upon awakening is kill and feed from the humans closest to you. You’re so weak and feel like you’ve been starving for centuries. You can’t be bothered to chase the others while they scream and flee in horror upon realizing you’re more than just a legend. First, you want to find and reunite with your father and husband. What happens next?

4. You’re Graf von Krolock’s beautiful and enchanting daughter, but have no interest in men. While Herbert has fallen in love with Alfred, you’ve been trying to claim Sarah’s heart. Neither you nor your brother understand subtlety; it’s in neither of your vocabularies. You’re both laying your seductions on thick, uncaring if your approach makes Alfred or Sarah feel awkward and uncomfortable. Awww, they’re both so cute! Herbert is very playful and fun. He loves playing games and chases Alfred all over the castle. The poor man is scared half to death as he tries in vain to run away and escape your flamboyant brother. Once Herbert finally catches Alfred, he holds him tightly in his strong embrace and carries him off to his bedroom, where he will read him poetry and tease him all night. He wants to take his sweet time seducing the boy before he bites him. He wants to make love to Alfred first. He wants Alfred to want him, to give in and reciprocate his love.

Meanwhile, you’re obsessed with Sarah and constantly interrupting her many baths to spoil her with extravagant gifts such as a beautiful red dress and matching red boots. You’d love nothing more than to join her in that tub and explore her naked body. You can tell she’s been sheltered her entire life and has never experienced the touch of a man nor a woman. You doubt she’s ever touched herself and would love to show her how to do it. She’s so innocent and naive; you want to corrupt her so bad and show her the sins of the flesh, just as Herbert wants to do with Alfred. But you’ll be patient for now and turn up the vampire charm once she arrives at the Vampire Ball, wearing your gifts. You’ll dance with her all night and you’ll bite her to turn her into your heart’s companion. She’ll be your mate, your lover for all eternity.

Krolock either steps back and lets you and your brother handle it, or he actively encourages you both to pursue your romances but leaves you to bite your lovers yourselves. He’s too wrapped up in the Vampire Ball or his own existential pessimism to watch over you or your brother’s activities. There comes a time when each vampire must turn their first human, and there’s no better time to learn than now. Either way he’s not going to come between his children and their newfound paramours. Despite your differences and his serious disposition, your father loves you and Herbert more than anything. He’s just too fucking exhausted all the time, wrapped up in the festivities or crushed by his own black melancholy. He can’t be bothered to always get involved with your and your brother’s whims or…whatever this is. He’s raised you both well enough over the centuries that he trusts you know what you’re doing.

5. You’re just trying to donate blood but your lovers/husbands, Count Dracula and Graf von Krolock, are acting like total weirdos. They’re both leering over you the whole time and have no concept of personal space. If you have a fear of needles, they’re running their long fingers through your hair and scratching your scalp with their long nails as they kiss your forehead to comfort you. They’re making sure you have plenty of snacks and water so you don’t pass out. But they’re both eager to taste that sweet, sweet blood. You knew you should’ve left them at the castle, but they were stubborn and insisted on coming with you. Bringing vampires to a blood drive is like bringing them to an all-you-can-eat buffet. If they leave your side, it’s because they’re bothering the other nurses trying to take blood, insisting that it shouldn’t be that hard to find a vein. They’re asking inappropriate questions about where the blood is stored and if they could have a bag or two to go. No, they can’t have any blood bags. This blood isn’t for them, it’s for the countless humans that need it. The poor patients and nurses look nervous and probably think the vampires are going to eat them.

You knew being a human and having two vampire lovers/husbands was going to be incredibly awkward and uncomfortable, but they seriously have no chill when it comes to blood. Even after their centuries of vampirism, you have to bribe them to behave with promises of letting them bite and drink from you once you fully recover and your blood replenishes. If your arm wasn’t stiff from having a needle or tube in it, you’d face palm so hard. This is the last time you’re bringing them with you when you donate blood. These Counts are lucky they’re so handsome, charismatic, and amazing lovers in bed. Sometimes you don’t know what you’d do with them otherwise. They love having you sandwiched between them every night so they can lay their heads on your chest and listen to your heartbeat. It’s like music to their ears. They can almost dance to the beat. It’s one of their favorite sounds, apart from the noises you make when they make love to you. Hopefully when they finally turn you into a vampire, life with them will be less chaotic. Spoiler alert: Eternal life with them is even more chaotic than it was when you were mortal.

6. Dracula didn’t kill Van Helsing’s wife, Roseanne. Instead he turned her into a vampire and put her under his thrall, either as revenge against Van Helsing or because he was in love with her too and felt spurned when she decided to marry Abraham.

7. Underworld AU: Roseanne was a vampire and Dracula’s biological daughter. She fell in love with Abraham Van Helsing, a human man. Even though it was against vampire law, she and Van Helsing continued their secret love affair, whether or not he ever knew she was a vampire. They eloped and Roseanne later became pregnant with a Dhampir child. Upon discovering her pregnancy, Dracula killed his own daughter. He loved her, but the abomination growing in her womb was a betrayal of him and the entire vampire race. He did what he had to do to protect the species. Since his wife’s murder, Van Helsing has sworn revenge on Dracula and has dedicated his life to vampire hunting, determined to slay the Vampire King himself.

8. You’re Professor Abronsius’ grandchild and either Krolock or Herbert are in love with you. Instead of Sarah, you’re the one who gets seduced and kidnapped by vampires. Your grandfather is so busy with taking his notes or exploring the Count’s library that he gets easily distracted and sometimes forgets what he’s doing. Wait, why is he in this castle again? Oh yeah! To rescue you from the bloodthirsty vampires. Right, right. He loves you, never doubt that. The moment he realized you were gone, he was desperately searching for you. But it’s no surprise you were kidnapped right from under his nose in the first place. Even if you had kicked and screamed, he was probably deaf to your cries for help, having blocked out all noises. He often forgets the world around him.

When he does finally come to rescue you, he’ll probably ward off the vampires by lecturing and admonishing them. Poor Abronsius never even realizes it, but it’s already too late for you. Krolock or Herbert has already bitten you. By dragging the newly transformed you out of the castle, your grandfather didn't exactly save mankind from the vampire plague. You can’t return home with him. Krolock’s castle is your home now. The Count and/or his son will come after you to bring you back. Your grandfather walks off singing about his "victory” while you’re starving. That young assistant of his looks so appetizing. Just one bite won’t hurt.

9. Count Von Krolock spends a lonely and melancholy life in his old castle in the mountains, in the company of his son Herbert and his servant Koukol. Krolock has never been the same ever since he lost you, the love of his mortal and/or immortal life, to an unforeseen tragedy. Your untimely demise was so long ago that the Count has lost track of time and can no longer remember when exactly you died. Your body has since been laid to rest in a beautiful mausoleum near his castle cemetery. He’s given you only the best. The most beautiful coffin/casket, flowers from his garden, etc. The epitaph on your grave has worn down with time and is practically illegible. But he still remembers the words he had lovingly engraved underneath your name. Ever since your death, The numbness and loneliness of his existence is interrupted only at the annual Dance of the Vampires when the undead come to life in the cemetery and the castle lives again, for one night, its former glory.

You’re not a vampire, but you rise from your grave with the rest of the undead. For one night only, your body is magically restored and you become flesh. You’re just as beautiful as you were the last time Krolock saw you alive, before you were taken from him. Your voice is the same, your hair is the same, your scent is the same, etc. You and your beloved Count make the most out of the few hours you have together. You dance the night away in each other’s arms before the Count escorts you back to your beautiful resting place. He holds your hand as he helps you climb back into your coffin/casket and gives you one final kiss before you return to your annual slumber. He closes the lid just before the night ends. Just before sunrise, your body decays once more. He can never bear to watch you change back. But he can still hear it. It’s just as unbearable, or maybe even worse. He retreats back into the castle before the sun can burn him.

“Until next year, my love.”

[sumquiasum]

In honour of Tanz Hamburg closing, list of lines that enable my trans Sarah reading.

Sarah @ Alfred: "Du hast was ich gern hätt'"

Krolok @ Sarah: "Ich geb' dir, was dir fehlt"

Krolok @ Sarah: "Du wirst dich in mir erkennen"

[tanzderalfred]

Herbert not having a mother made me feel seen as a motherless child. Though sometimes people don’t think about us when writing our experiences. We don’t always cry about it, sometimes we get angry, sometimes we don’t get out of bed for ages and most importantly:

Some of us can’t talk to our fathers about it, some of us can’t remember her voice and some of us didn’t have good mothers.

My mumma was the loveliest, but had a lot of problems which I will not discuss here. At the end of the day people don’t care enough about accurately writing mother loss. It honestly seems as if they just think it’s a fairytale trope when it’s not

It is very much real.

So that’s why I’m here for anyone thinking if writing mother loss, ask me any questions about the experience of losing a mother.

Fellow motherless children: I see you, I hear you, I love you and what we’re going through is so shit.

[fitzrove]

Euromusical Short Story Challenge (until June 18, 2023!)

I've been thinking about writing and finding ways to be motivated to write recently, and I've also been thinking about wanting more fic to read, given that nearly every euromusical fandom is relatively tiny... :D So I decided to come up with a little challenge!!!

If you write an euromusical short story (up to 650 words) before June 18th and tag me in the post/send me an AO3 link, I will draw MS Paint fanart of it.

I'm not a great artist by any means (you can see my level of talent in this Elisabeth meme), but I think it will be fun, and I also think that the fanart being drawn with Paint takes off any possible pressure for a story to be super polished XD I make no promises as to the quality of the art (I will generally try not to spend more than 10-20 minutes per piece) but I promise I will make the art.

RULES:

For this one, to qualify as an euromusical, Mark Seibert should have been in a production of the show at some point. (Kidding... kind of ahdfgfhfj). I do kind of think, for the purposes of this challenge, that stuff like POTO, Wicked, J&H and Wildhorn Dracula doesn't qualify, despite being often produced in European countries. But French musicals, Austrian musicals, German musicals, Swedish musicals etc. all work - it doesn't matter if the composer is American, so Schikaneder and Affaire Mayerling etc are okay :D For shows that I'm less familiar with the fanart may look weird (hopefully I will be able to find reference pics), but tbh, I think all of the fanart will look somewhat weird.

Les Mis and Miss Saigon explicitly don't qualify as euromusicals though xD

No pre-written or existing stories. The purpose of the challenge is to make more stuff!!

The fic can be about anything and feature any character/s, but I reserve the right to choose what I draw and choose the level of cartoonishness of the drawing. You can DM and let me know if you want the art to be sent privately or if it's okay to post publically (I think I'll generally put it as a reblog of the story)

It would be really funny if someone did Eierwurf von Halle (this is not really a rule, I just like that 'show')

So yeah :D This is just a silly idea, let's see if anyone gets interested lol

[susandsnell]

Forced to watch-tanz der vampire , maybe Alfred ?

Thank you so much for this opportunity, I haven't yet had the chance to write Tanz!

Writing prompt list - send me a character and a prompt and i'll try to write something based on it!

In a way, Alfred supposed he was lucky. After all, it was the Count who was carrying this out, and not Sarah.

Restraint was much like that cape of his; worn as a garment out of decorum and courtesy, but could be cast off at a moment's notice. Yet even now, as he held the flailing, shrieking young soldier in place and dug his fangs in deep, the refined manners of an aristocrat balmed what Alfred now understood to be pure animal instinct.

There was, if not a method to his madness, certainly an elegant sort of order to it; he tore chunks of flesh from his neck as though cutting a fine side of beef, exposed an esophagus as though presenting a peeled fruit.

If it had been Sarah tasked with teaching him this lesson, she would have made the hapless Sergeant-Major weep before he was ever brought to screaming. Krolock was content to merely silence his pleas for mercy; Sarah would have wrung each of them from him heartlessly, demanding to hear all that he had to offer, teasing him with empty promises of respite, laughing raucously all the while.

The process of exsanguination was infinitely easier to witness when there was only gurgling to hear.

Alfred watched the scene unfold before him the detached observation of an academic. Even as he was flooded with memories of the maddening helplessness that had weighed him to the ground as he watched Sarah writhe in the creature's arms with no one to reach and protect her, gone was the boy who would have fainted.

In his place, a creature who, blood-drunk, had feasted once, but once sated, was so overcome with remorse and self-abasement he had vowed to abstain.

But to be a vampire is to be permanently arrested in that final moment of violence. To try and reject this truth was the kind of folly that warranted the lesson he was now being made to learn.

Herbert's long-nailed hands dug into his shoulders, holding him firmly in place, but this wasn't necessary. If you cannot escape yourself, you simply have nowhere to go. Besides which, Alfred could by now recognize the tightness of the grip as affection rather than punishment.

A sideways glance at the rictus of hunger in which that handsome, foxlike smile was fixed confirmed this. Herbert was looking not at the man — the meal, but at him.

A dull, heavy thud roused Alfred from his musings; there, on the floor, lay the desiccated husk formerly known as the Sergeant-Major, eyes rolled back in his skull, his pallor so advanced that the skin looked nearly grey. It made the mess of red and pulsating pink at the neck stand out all the more starkly, splattered all over his uniform. His mouth hung open unnaturally wide, tongue lolling — fixed in a permanent, silenced scream.

Alfred almost could relate. Almost, but not anymore; the blood that now soaked the floor smelled too enticing for him to not think this was rather like attempting to relate to a lamb in a stew.

As though he had heard the second thought, Count von Krolock, who was dabbing primly around his mouth with a silk handkerchief, smiled. When he met Alfred's gaze, the hellfire of triumph was ablaze in his unnaturally blue eyes.

Alfred took a step forward; Herbert let him go, though not without a playful saucy pinch to his ass. He sank, to his hands and knees and to another circle of hell and to the side of the soldier, and, no longer hesitant, he leaned forward and drank up the pooling blood.

Ambrosia, nothing less and nothing more. It ran warm and slick into his mouth, and he shuddered in a no longer shameful ecstasy.

From above, he heard neither God nor Christ weeping for a soul lost; he only heard the velvet-smooth tones of the Count.

"Well done, my boy."

[calimera62]

Sometimes, I wonder if Alfred, as a vampire, ever returned to his former home, Königsberg and, if he did, when was it? I imagine him traveling across Europe after the Great War and sees how the war changed his former home, how it shaped Europe. I imagine him, returning to Königsberg after the Second World War, and finding it was not Königsberg anymore, because Königsberg suffered heavy damage and most if it was destroyed because of fires and bombing attacks; then it was occupied by Soviet forces and became part of the Soviet Union. Königsberg was renamed Kaliningrad, the remaining population was expelled and everything that was German was replaced. The language, the people, even the buildings who were rebuilt following Soviet architecture.

Can you imagine, having your former home in ruins before being rebuild but having lost his identity in the process?

I wonder how Alfred would have felt, knowing his former home is no more, knowing the last part of his human past is gone.

I think, even as a vampire, Alfred would be still human enough to care and to mourn.

[tanzdoesthings]

CAGE OF MEMBRANE !!! for @twisting-roads

[ardinwriter]

Thinking about yet another Salvation AU:

High end restaurant. Darius is the brilliant but insufferable executive chef. Liam, an rising sous chef. Harris, an investor. And Grace, the new floor manager who is already sick of dealing with Darius' shit while trying to convince herself she isn't falling for him at the same time she wants to strangle him daily.

[sapphicbuddies]

I saw TdV live again. before I watched it I was like "I can't get sucked back into a full on obsession. there's little to no content for it online this is hell". I'm happy to announce that I have in fact been sucked in full force yet AGAIN. this is literally the only reason I am even using tumblr at this point lol

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Asks/Requests: Open; Please scream about stories/thoughts/whatever in my asks it literally gives me life Sfw Works only; Look at the warnings for more info

Arcane

Call Of Duty

Star Wars

Tanz der Vampire

Sewer Originals