Son of the Dragon

"My father once told me that He would always be watching over me. I believe him. I was his little soldier. I am Ingeras Țepeș, of the House of Drăculești. I am the Dragon's sole surviving heir...and I will never let my father die." [indie!RP Blog for Ingeras from Dracula Untold. Mun is well versed in Tepes lore, as well as the lore of Stoker's Dracula. Mun and Muse are 18+. Blog is multi-verse, and should shipping occur, mulit-ship as well. OC and any Fandom welcome to interact. PLEASE READ ABOUT AND RULES]

[fiulluidraculesti]

Darkness Calls his Name || darknessgranted

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—- { ♦ } —-                      ”Those fools think I can be beaten down by your cross.. A secret, Ingeras..” She reaches forward, curling her fingers around the gleaming charm, and yanks it free from it’s chain. There’s no effect, she doesn’t cowered from it, nor does it burn.          “You have to believe in something for it to hurt you. ..I sure though, your monks haven’t taught you that.” Without a care, she slides from the rafter, and lands on the floor without making a sound. In her wake, she had broken the thick wood he hung to, it snaps and he falls. Right into her arms. He doesn’t stay there long.. No, she soon drops all of him but an ankle. When she turns, she drags him down the halls, and pathways. Like a child with a rag doll. There’s a hum on her lips, a bounce in her step. He’s returned to his room, with it’s cold stone, and he’s soon again chained up. His wrists bound in chains that thread through a hoop in the foot.                      “Behave, Ingeras..”

[fiulluidraculesti]

Shit. His silver cross seems to not bother her. Silver, he thought, would have been his saving grace, but instead, she's laughing at it. As she falls, there's a loud crack of the rafter, and he falls as well. Into her arms. She holds him like he's nothing more than a doll, and it angers him.  He's dragged back by a foot, head bumping against cold stone, causing pain.  There's a dizziness to go with it as well, one that causes him to lose enough thought that she's able to easily bind him still once more, with chains that look through and between his feet.  He moves to kneel, taking a breath as he sits in a position he's used to taking on the monastery floor. "I will continue to try to escape.  For I have no reason to behave for a monster like you."  There, it is said.  He's sure of his words for now.  He's going to RUN no matter what...and she can't stop him.

[fiulluidraculesti]

Darkness Calls his Name || darknessgranted

[darknessgranted]

—- { ♦ } —-              She had misted soon after allowing him this new freedom. She was proud of him, he had managed to give her the slip for nearly five minutes. But sure, the steady beat of his heart gave him away, and she came back together at his side. Her red tainted lips at his ear, her nose nuzzling against his cheek. “Boo.”                      She’d catch him, if he fell.              Maybe she wouldn’t.                           Should she allow him to break his legs? He wouldn’t run then. Couldn’t run then. But he’d be no fun if she just caught him.. She wasn’t sure, she’d figure it out when the moment came and she needed to act.

[fiulluidraculesti]

Ingeras had not been expecting her to suddenly be nuzzling him, those ruby lips brushing warm breath against his ear.  He feels his throat catch, and while he does not fall, he darts back on the beam.  His arm catches him before he actually falls, leaving him hanging from the rafter by one arm.  Glaring up at her, he held still, "I will get away.  My father will not be fool enough to come to gather me.  He trusts me.  My people will have missed me as well.  If you want to know what might be trying to come for me, it will be them.  The monks know you for what you are."  He holds in the urge to call her a monster.  That....really will not help him right now.

[fiulluidraculesti]

Darkness Calls his Name || darknessgranted

[darknessgranted]

—- { ♦ } —-                  She had been expecting something like this, which is why she hadn’t wanted to unchain him. He wanted her to hurt him, he was tempting her to force her hand, and do something awful to him; just to prove his words. Had she truly not been using him to lure out his father, she might have allowed him his freedom. He was in a land he didn’t know, high in the mountains, surrounded by people who didn’t speak his language. He was bare foot, shirtless, and bleeding. Had she let him leave.. He likely wouldn’t survive.                                 But she wasn’t above allowing him to think he had been quicker. That he had managed to slip her. By now, he was lost in the ancient hallways, trying to navigate the mazes of pathways and rooms.          “Oh, little prince..” She sing songed after him, skipping after him, the skirts of fine silks swirling around her ankles as she moved. 

[fiulluidraculesti]

Said little prince had bolted into the hallway, starting to try to navigate the winding corridors.  They all lead to dead ends, or into areas that he didn't know.  So he wasn't at home.  Outside, he could see crags and snow, meaning that he was certainly at least in the mountains.  Somewhere in the Carpathian range that he hadn't been yet?  Or further still?  Where had this monster drawn him?  Why was she insistent on this horrific game of cat and mouse? He was not so easy.  Looking around, Ingeras found a low hanging ledge.  From there, he was able to swing himself up, high into the rafters.  Balancing here was easy.  Moving around....a little harder.  Where was he going...?

[fiulluidraculesti]

Darkness Calls his Name || darknessgranted

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—- { ♦ } —-            "So mean, you are, just like your father.."        There’s pain in her voice, and she stands. Again, her movements are quick, like lightening she frees his arms and repositions them at his side. She didn’t wish for his shoulders to dislocate, and leave him in constant pain.              “Don’t fight me, Ingeras.. And you’ll find I can be kind.”

[fiulluidraculesti]

As he's unbound, and she tells him the fool's phrase of how she would be kind, he moves his hand to pull out the god awful steel bit. Her eyes narrow, and he spits it out, shoving it onto the ground. Standing, he backs away, and spits on the ground at her feet. "I will fight, because He is not your son.  You are the Devil's creature, and I will not succumb."  He's been raised well by the monks, a proud boy of a prouder lineage.  In his momentary 'wisdom', he spots the door.  If he can make it before her, he can run.  Time to run.

[fiulluidraculesti]

Darkness Calls his Name || darknessgranted

[darknessgranted]

—- { ♦ } —-               He’s ended his fight, which she appreciates, for the moment. The light perhaps didn’t burn her, but it drained her and she suddenly didn’t appear as lively and vibrant as she once did. Pulling the curtains closed, she walks to her gleaming throne and sits with a deep sigh. She doesn’t address him for long moments, until finally she feels more like herself. Her hazel eyes train on him.          ”Boy.. Why do you look so surprised at kindness?”   She stands, and crosses the room to kneel before him. Slender fingers capture his chin and tilts his head until their eyes meet. “I don’t wish to hurt you, Ingeras.. I wish to draw your father out of hiding.. He owns his mother a visit.. But he hasn’t called in so long, little prince.. Was I not good to him? Did I not give him the very power he sought? The tools to use to save his family.. His people..? I gave him everything.. But he’s so cruel to his mother..”

[fiulluidraculesti]

He watches her on that throne, his own hazel eyes cold and unwilling.  How dare she.  When she finally speaks to him again, their eyes forced to meeting, Ingeras' gaze is cruel.  He seems to be unwilling to accept that.  His arms are aching, held still high above him by the cold chains that bite into flesh.  She spoke of giving him power.  Of how she was his father's mother.  Lies.  She might have given him the blood that had saved their people, but at the same time, he blames her for his father's sacrifice.  For the pain he suffered....For the loss of his mother.  The power she held belonged to the Devil.  This woman was no better in his mind than satan himself.  He growled around the bit, turning his head quickly away with a sharp jerk to remove it from her hand.

[fiulluidraculesti]

Darkness Calls his Name || darknessgranted

[darknessgranted]

—- { ♦ } —-     “Because I’m a woman I can’t tame you, or your father?” "How you’d make your mother cry."       “If she still lived.”                     That foot posed to kick her is grasped, quickly, and without much effort she has him in tighter bonds. Chains jingling against one another as she shoves him backwards and onto his bedding. There’s flared heat in her eyes, mouth thinned into a grimace of disgust. How dare he insult her, speak down to her, and while she twists his words inside her mind, she reaches down and shoved a thumb into the abused flesh of his foot. Just to hear the sound of pain, once she’s has, she’s straightening with a giggle.              ”Do you think I can burn, little prince?”           “Let us see.” And she yanks open the curtains, and sunlight pours over her. There’s a hissing sound, the light dancing off her exposed flesh like daggers, as if something repelled the sun’s rays. “Your father, little boy, is very much alive. Brought back by the blood of a gypsy.”  

[fiulluidraculesti]

Her words burn him within. Her words cause him no end of anger, eyes narrowing darkly as she mentions his mother. She has no right to speak of her in such a way. The only true thing he holds against her is that she thinks herself so much more powerful than he, or the man he knows to be the strongest he's ever met.  She brings him more pain, driving her nail into the pain from that heel.  He does nothing more than grunt, however, determined not to give her what she wants. Panting as she shows him that she does not burn, he only glares.  She does not die by the sun, her skin bouncing it as though she is the moon itself.  And now she reveals that some Romani brought his father back...and there's a moment of defeat.  He's been shoved onto something soft.  Why, out of the cold stone, is there a suden warmth?  Is there some kindness?

[fiulluidraculesti]

Darkness Calls his Name || darknessgranted

[darknessgranted]

—- { ♦ } —-         “..Child..”                            She steps away from him, stalking across the room to a large cabinet that houses all her methods of torture. When she returns to him, it’s with a jointed metal bridle in her slender fingers. The heel of a boot is stabbed into his foot, and when he makes his sound of pain, she forces the bit of steal between his teeth, and quickly fastens the buckles to hold it in place.                        “You will learn your place, boy.”           “And you will address me respectfully, or you will not speak.” "Do not master me for the lesser of my kind."           “I am the first. I am the mother of evil.”                    ”It was Caligula who created your father.”                 “And it it with my blood that he still lives!”

[fiulluidraculesti]

He watches her move, watches her take a piece of metal from the cabinet.  As the steel bit slips between his teeth, and it's buckled to his head, he glares up at her.  His father is dead.  He knows for a fact that Vlad had died, after all.  He'd watched him burn in the sun.  If she's claiming she created him, he doesn't believe her.  A vampire who thinks she has control of heis father.  A WOMAN who thinks to keep him locked here.  He growls behind this chilled metal that keeps him from actually speaking.  The pain in his foot only drives him to strike out, one foot aiming to kick her in the shin.  He had a feeling this would have her tying him tighter but....It was worth it.

[fiulluidraculesti]

Darkness Calls his Name || darknessgranted

[darknessgranted]

—- { ♦ } —-               “Boy!”       “Know your place.”              She’s on her feet, quicker than the blink of an eye, and stands before him. She’s petite, but still tall enough so that when the back of her hand makes contact against his cheek, it’s a hit that whips his head to the side. She uses her mortal strength, seeing little need for her immortal powers at the moment. Once stormy hazel eyes are now the color of darkness and the blood that smears over her pale knuckles. She hadn’t loosen any of his teeth, but his lip split.                  “I am a queen, by right of birth, born to rule with the will and strength of an empire at my back. You speak to Caligula, Empress of Rome.” There’s hear in her tone, the hiss of decades coloring her sweet, and soft voice. “And you will watch your tongue, less I send you to your father in pieces.”

[fiulluidraculesti]

A strike, one that brought pain as she struck him. His head snapped aside, blood tainting his lips as his lip tears.  Slowly, his gaze raises back to hers, clearly fearless.  Queen.  Ha.  She was no queen, "Your empire is not one I fear.  Nor are you."  He hissed angrily, "And send me to my father in pieces, I dare you!  A dead man will do nothing."  He did not know his father yet lived, and the pain was nothing.  His own eyes are dark, glaring ahead, "Please, my lady.  Show me the fear I should feel for a woman who's simply waiting to fall to ash."  He has no respect for someone who would chain him up, and he won't be so easy to sway to her hand.  Pressing himself at last to his feet, he stands taller than her.  How much longer will he be able to stand though.?  He doesn't know.

[fiulluidraculesti]

Darkness Calls his Name || darknessgranted

[darknessgranted]

—- { ♦ } —-                 “It’s useless, little prince.”           Oh, it’s the sweetest voice sing songing from across the room, a temptation draped in layers of silvers and gold. Her hair is loose, a cascade of waves that reaches well pass the small of her back, and in her hands in a dagger of the most orate design. There’s a curling of her lips, painted blood red, with just the tip of a fang exposed  It had been days since she had taken, her son’s sire, and now here they were.. With him uselessly trying the restraints binding him to the floor. The room she held him in was modest, stone walls with a cold stone floor, no flourish expect the throne she was seated upon.                                 ”It’s suits me, yes?”                          ”Only the best for a queen..”       There’s a look in her eyes, one that would frighten lesser men, but this Wallachian prince was stubborn and didn’t have the good sense of his father’s adoptive brother. No..He was his father’s son, and as such.. He didn’t listen to reason, didn’t pay attention to logic.. He wouldn’t give up, and it amused her. 

[fiulluidraculesti]

His eyes watched her with a fury, his spine stiffening as he took in her appearance. Lips of red, the fang...She was a Vampire. He knew her kind far too well by sight, and knew even more so that he'd lost a game here. After all, if she had him so well held, she knew much of him, "Playing a game with mortal pawns, are you, my lady?"  His tone was ice.  Slowly, he tried to race himself to his feet, throat tense as he did so.  It was dry, scratchy.  Had she given him anything to drink?    Likely not.  He was a prisoner here....trapped by this...creature.  "What do you want of me, Vampire.  I will give you nothing."  His words were snapped, as he spit at her feet as best he could, "And no throne suits you.  your kind should not sit upon the thrones of men."

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AU PLOTS

Royalty!AU (cinderella)

         Rather self explanatory. One of my muses or one of yours is the prince/princess, and the other a simple commoner with a rather helpful Fairy Godmother.

InsaneAsylum!AU 

         My muse is locked in one of the lower levels of an Insane asylum under false charge while yours in the recently hired security guard. Perhaps this asylum isn’t as straight forward as it seems, a plot hidden behind the steel door and padded walls encaging my muse.

Cops&Robbers!AU

         One of our muses is a thief or a bandit of some kind while the other is head of the local police force. There’s a thick rivalry between the two, a kinda love/hate relationship that may lead them towards a more romantic approach later on.      

Circus!AU

         One of our muses is a high flying acrobat for one of the more famous traveling circuses. The other can either be another member of the circus or a member of the audience who falls in love on first sight.         

Aladdin!AU

         Honestly, if I need to explain this one then you and I are going to have to have a rather lengthy talk on the proper education of children…

Hunger Games!AU

         Muses can be from the same district or different districts. Either way there will be a shit ton of angst and strife.

Piratess and Mermaids!AU

         Muse is a pirate searching the seas and islands in between for gold and treasure. Muse stumbles upon other Muse (mermaid) at an island the ship stops at and they fall in love. 

Slave!AU

         My muse is a slave in an Ancient Era who has been sold to your muse as a coming of age present by your muse’s Guardian. 

Dragon!AU

         One of our muses is a dragon hunter who falls in love with the other, not knowing that they turn into a dragon during the night.

Superhero!AU

         One of our muses is a superhero fighting crime. The other eventually finds out the hero’s identity and ends up being dragged into their world whether they want to or not, becoming the target of the hero’s enemies. 

Hostage!AU

         One of our characters is a criminal, that takes refuge in the other characters house, essentially keeping them hostage. The hostage begins to develop feelings for their capture and helps them evade the police.

Sanatorim!AU

         One of our characters is a long time resident in a sanatorium and the other is the new staff member assigned to care for them.

War!AU

 Muses will be on the same or opposite sides of a war (i.e. Revolutionary -French or American-, Civil, or the World Wars). If the same, they must rely on each other during a situation where they are pinned down. If opposite, P.O.W. situation or spying.

Refuge!AU

Muse A is an escaped experiment from a facility (feel free to conjure up possible ‘mutations’, it doesn’t have to be visible like animal fur, it could be telekinesis or other stuff), and happens to wander around his/her surroundings until they bump into Muse B. It can either go two ways: Muse B can be protective and take Muse A in, or Muse B can be extremely cold and ignore Muse A, but Muse A becomes attached and follows him/her home.

Limited!AU

         In a world where mermaids exist, Muse A realizes that every full moon allows him/her to grow legs. And on the very night that they try exploring the human world, they encounter Muse B, who is enchanted by Muse A. And love ensues, until Muse A realizes the effects aren’t permanent.

Rundown!AU

         When Muse A, an infamous criminal manages to get himself/herself caught, they end up serving a sentence in jail. Muse B is the guard of his/her cell, and tension filled conversations behind bars begin, eventually resulting in the two falling in love/forming an unlikely friendship. But is Muse B willing to pay the price to free Muse A? 

SwanfuckingPrincess!AU 

         A hated arranged marriage between royal children which after time becomes desired. One of our muses is placed under a spell, transformed into a beautiful creature (doesn’t have to be a swan). The other, thinking his “love” to be the beast responsible, goes off to hunt it. Only in a certain pool under the light of the moon is the cursed muse able to regain their true form.

And then of course, the ever popular:

ArrangedMarriage!AU

         Muse A and Muse B are arranged to be married. They never meet until the day of the wedding at the alter. They could either fall in love as soon as they lay eyes on each other or they could hate each other. Either works. They could be awkward around each other but slowly fall in love, etc. etc. It can go any way you want.

Send me an ask if you’d like to request one as well as which muse you’re interested in~ I can get started on some of these today. Warning, at least most of these could end up being LONG

IDK I’m sure there are more that I’ll add eventually but my brain is totally fried right now…

[fiulluidraculesti]

Fair warning I'm not replying to new stuff today due to the heavy amount of sewing work I'm doing.  If you've messaged me?  I'm honestly barely here

[darknessgranted]

Neverland rivals

[darknessgranted]

He’s in the middle of changing, shirt still only half tugged over his head when the annoyance comes over, he attempts not to roll his eyes.. But he can’t help the downward curl of his lips. Why was he talking to him? Was he too thick to understand Cal didn’t like him? Or did he just not care? “..It was. Yeah. A shame I’m getting switched next week.” They hadn’t yet changed their minds, which he was beyond grateful for. ..But he had this sinking feeling.. That they’d make sure the boy got switched too. They played off of each too well. 

[fiulluidraculesti]

The younger of the two looked over the body he got to see for a moment. Okay, he was attractive. No big deal though. He had to play it off. Shaking his head, the guy leaned back on a bench, watching the other, watching that heavy frown.  Shit, he still had no idea why this guy hated him so much, "Switched huh?  Fucking sucks.  You're one hell of a Hook."  There was a calm depth to him now that he wasn't in those dumb tights.  Now that he was out of Pan, "Where to?"

[darknessgranted]

Neverland rivals

[darknessgranted]

He won, and he looks smug about it for all of five seconds.                 Why was he being so mopey? They were just acting weren’t they? Or did he like the girl who played Wendy? That made him all the more annoyed, and he sheaths his sword, drawing away from him.  ”You’re right, Peter, she turned me down once already.. It’s not might to be..” And with a flourish, he turns, stomping off.                    ”I will have my revenge another day, Pan!” 

[fiulluidraculesti]

The rest of the day went by quietly.  He played with the kids, interacted with Hook one or two more times, spent some time with Wendy who played with his hair for a while.   It was nice.  As soon as the gates closed, and he stripped out of his clothing, and into his civillian clothes.  It was once he was settled that he sought out Hook.  Cal...His name was cal, if he remembered right, "Hey Hook."  Unlike when on shift, Ingeras was a bit more calm, a little more laid back, "I wanted to talk to you about that bit today.  It was a good one."

[coral]

Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it’s an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.

Nicholas Sparks, Message in a Bottle (via feellng)

[darknessgranted]

Neverland rivals

[darknessgranted]

Good. He can tell he had hit nerves, and he’s grinning all the wider for it. He was playing to win after all, he wasn’t going to allow Ingeras or with Pan. But it was a game he had to play carefully.. He couldn’t go flying off the handle. “But Peter.. She does want to grow up.. She wants to be a pirate with me.” Only half a lie, but he said it with such conviction, Peter was sure to believe it.                    “Perhaps, Peter, I should make her my Queen.”

[fiulluidraculesti]

His heart ached, like a pin had been stuck straight into the muscle, and driven as deep as it could go.  He had to play it up though.  As Peter, losing his happy thoughts left him weak, useless.  So he drooped, hand resting on the ground as he was on his knees, his head hanging, "No....Wendy would never be your Queen....She's our Mother..."  Wow...This was a bit of a new, painful interaction between them.  He finally let his eyes drift up to Hook, quiet, for once, "Wendy  would never...."

[darknessgranted]

Neverland rivals

[darknessgranted]

He was so bothersome!        Gods, alive, how could one teenager be so.. So utterly annoying, with his stupid sparkling eyes? “Peter, Peter, Peter.. Always playing your games.. It’s why Wendy will leave you, Peter.. You never grow up!” It’s a battle of words, taunts thrown between them, and everyone surrounding them hung on their every word. It’s why the higher ups didn’t want them separated. They brought people back into the park, to watch the real life Pan and Hook play.

[fiulluidraculesti]

This caused the Peter to freeze, his spine stiffening, the dagger dropping to thud in the ground, a thick, heavy sound. His lips were pulled into a thin line, gaze narrowing slowly. Hook had hit a nerve with Pan, and Cal had struck a nerve with Ingeras. Though he was hardly even interested in their Wendy, hearing that anyone would leave was something that irritated him.  With a show-offish flip, he landed in front of his opponent, "Take that back!  Wendy will NEVER leave!  She doesn't WANT to grow up!"

[darknessgranted]

Neverland rivals

[darknessgranted]

The crowd surrounding them visibly holding their breath, waited to see what Hook would do. They noticed the narrowing of stormy eyes, and the grit of his teeth. He was too inside the head of Hook to care that the other boy was being a cocky jerk. They played off of each other so well, Cal’s hatred outside of the role flaming on the relationship the two characters had. “Aye, Peter.. I can’t fly..” There’s a sigh, a drooping of his shoulders, and he turns to face the crowd of parents and kids. He’s melodramatic, swaying as he turned, walked a foot away.  ”Always pickin’ on poor Cap’tin Hook..” Another sigh, long and suffering. “But.. Don’t worry..”               Suddenly, he turns again to face Peter, and beckons him down with the tilt and movement of his sword. His smile is wide, a cocky grin really, but the challenge in his eyes… It’s there for all to see.                    ”He’ll crow. He’ll fight. He’ll fly. And then… he’ll die.”

[fiulluidraculesti]

The other was so DULL. Listening to him trying to give the crowd a pity speech, he crowed out, at the end, "Poor old Hook, never learned how to fly, so me and my Lost Boys, we get to play a game of pirates all the time!" There was a laugh from him, and the kids. Pirates, a game every kid played at one point or another in their lives. As Cal challenged him, Ingeras rolled over onto his stomach, studying the other from his perch and flipping the dagger back and forth between his hands, "Peter Pan? Die? NEVER~!" Those pale hazel eyes looked blue today, and they were sparkling with mischief and interest. "Besides~! Death is just the next great adventure!" Why should he come down! The other would have to bait him a liiiittle bit more.