I'm the king

Marcel Gerard The king of the quarter. AU, indie, selective, multiverse est. 4/30/2013 re-est. 8/16/2015

[littlewarrrior]

independent, au, selctive, crossover friendly, rp blog for marcel ger.ard (vampire) of the o.riginals/the v.ampire diaries. (rules)

sideblogs specific to this blog that are all also au, selective and crossover friendly.

stefan salv.atore thierry van.chure nik.laus mikaelson

[littlewarrrior]

indie, very canon divergent, crossover friendly, multiverse

@littlewarrrior - Marcel Gerard (main blog) @ofmusicality - Thierry Vanchure (sideblog) @morethantheripper - Stefan Salvatore (sideblog) @ialmostbelieveyou - Niklaus Mikaelson (sideblog)

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angerbuilt​:

petite? because she’s small? or is he trying to be nice? uncertain. she’s still figuring that part out. lips press together and brow rose curiously, noting the look in his eyes. something wasn’t sitting quite right, something was off. “mm, i’m perfectly fine. just wondering what’s got you so tense.”

“nothing you should be worried about.” he’d go out later and drink his fill but in the mean time, a drink would probably help. marcel smiled as he gestured towards the bar, “i’m getting a drink, you wanna join me?”

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alteredcanon​:

“The one Klaus wants to fuck.” Which, honestly didn’t narrow it down nearly as much as it probably should have. “Caroline Forbes. Bitchy blonde princess of Mystic Falls Virginia.” Which was an accurate description of the blonde, even if it was more than a little mean. “Somehow she always avoids his Hybrid Temper Tantrums. Even when she’s usually in the middle of whatever her stupid friends did in the first place.”

“You almost sound jealous.” Though he hadn’t decided what it was she might be jealous about. It could be that Caroline was immune from Klaus’ rage or maybe it was that Klaus wanted to fuck the pretty little blonde. “Klaus has never had his head on straight when it comes to .... romance.” 

[littlewarrrior]

alteredcanon​:

“Oh there is definitely something to talk about, you just don’t want to.” Raven swung out of the booth to go fetch a bottle and a second glass. Perk of owning the bar, I guess. “Which I mean, you don’t HAVE to talk about it. That just means I get to start guessing.” She gave Marcel a little smirk as she poured him another drink.

“Shouldn’t that be reason enough to stay out of it?” If she really wanted to get involved in this, he’d talk about it but he generally tried to keep her out of vampire business. He hummed as he pulled his drink a little closer, waiting until she’d poured her own to speak again. “I’m fine, Raven.” 

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alteredcanon​:

“If you wanted to put on a show, you wouldn’t be here.” And Raven swung herself into the other side of the booth like she owned the place, which she did. “And you are definitely brooding.” The declaration otherwise had cinched it for her. “If you’re going to want to talk about it, I think we’re probably going to need another round of drinks.”

“Touché.” But the fact she so easily knew that annoyed him just a little. Maybe he was just around enough for her to be able to read him a little. Eyes rolled as she settled down, not bothering to argue with her. There was no point if her mind was made up, he was sure. “There’s nothing to talk about but I’ll take another drink.”

[littlewarrrior]

alteredcanon​:

“Still impressive.” The way that they’d just gone right along with it as though it was what they had wanted all along. Hayley had spent a lot of time manipulating people, and studying manipulators and Marcel had it down to an art, if not a science. “I’m used to watching them play against people in the minor leagues, where it blows up in their face about half the time. Unless it’s the Barbie, she gets away with a lot.”

“I had a lot of practice.” Not that he ever manipulated them like this. Back then it was over small things, not making sure they weren’t going to leave his city in ruins. A quiet laugh slipped out before he could think twice. He’d seen the Mikaelsons playing with the minor leagues, it never ended well. “Which Barbie are we talking about?”

[littlewarrrior]

littlebennettbitch​:

     [ a hum of acknowledgement was her response.      she trusted his judgement, and she made a mental      note of the name before shooting him another smile. ]                Thanks.           I will make sure to drag Davina there.      [ she laughed, feeling light and buoyant.      this felt so normal, and she loved it so      much. Bonnie slung her bag over her      shoulder and raised an eyebrow at him. ]           You want us to get you anything?

[ there was an urge to ruffle her hair,   but he refrained, instead letting his   smile become brighter, pleased at   the way she seemed calmer ]             Please do. I’m sure she could use             a meal that I didn’t cook.     [ her laugh made him relax, pleased that      she seemed happier, even if it was just      for the moment. ]         I’m good. You two just enjoy yourselves. 

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alteredcanon​:

She was sure that it was meant to be friendly, but Mystic Falls loomed over her, and all she heard was ‘come be Hybrid bait.’ Still this was for Rebekah, who hadn’t done anything really to get boxed up in the first place other than be in the wrong place at the wrong time on a bad day for Klaus. “Sure, I’ll come play lookout-slash-distraction. I’m pretty excellent at both of those things.” Because again, a TON of practice thanks to the Salvatores. “What are you going to do if we find her?”

“I got plenty of guys who can be a lookout, Caroline.” And they would help him with this the second he asked. Having her come along was less about needing a distraction and more about her company. Despite his mixed emotions when it came to his sire, he’d already grown fond of the little blonde who had the hybrid wrapped around her finger. “Pull the dagger out, let her feed and try to sneak her back into the Quarter.” 

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ TERRY PRATCHETT’S MEN AT ARMS / PAGE 15 - 21 (web version) tenses and wording have been altered slightly for ease of sending! always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

‘has he come to arrest us, do you think?’

‘i expect that somewhere, a crime is being committed.’

‘what is the reason for you being here at this time?’

'we’ll just go and talk outside, shall we?’

'what do you know about museums, anyway?’

'that isn’t how you spell gone, anyway.’

'i was watching you. you were being very rude.’

'i can’t stand the man, actually. but you were making him look foolish.’

'people like that should be publicly flogged.’

'you must'n’t touch anything.’

'they don’t think we’ll do any good.’

'um, i didn’t translate that properly. they don’t think /we’re/ any good.’

'what are we looking for, actually?’

'it’d be no good him facing them with an inferior weapon.’

'i thought you didn’t believe in devils and demons and stuff like that.’

'is there anything missing?’

'—mind your head. sorry.’

'it’s been a long day!’

'here. keep this safe.’

'there’s something bad underneath all this.’

'do you think there’s such a thing as a criminal mind?’

'he’s just geographically divergent in the financial hemisphere.’

'he just disagrees with other people about the position of things. like money. he thinks it should all be in his pocket.’

'there are people who, with one easy word, will steal the humanity from people. that’s something else.’

'what the hell did all that mean?’

'how come you read notice? get someone to hold you up?’

'not that bloody gang of mad firework merchants!’

'come on. let’s go out through the back door.’

'we’re going to find out what’s been going on here.’

'what does a clown have that’s worth stealing?’

'what sort of danger is a clown?’

'did you read the sign on the door when you came in?’

'how many fingers am i holding up?’

'we think that he found a way of making himself invisible.’

'nah, that wouldn’t be like old ____. he wouldn’t disappear. but he might vanish.’

'he was a bit… unhinged, if you know what i mean. head too full of brains.’

'there’s perfectly normal magic available for that kind of thing.’

'there seems to be a bucket of whitewash over the door.’

'i keep on forgetting: is it crying on the outside and laughing on the inside? i always get it mixed up.’

'that’s why my trousers are at half-mast.’

'maybe he was cleaning a club, sort of thing, and it accidentally went off.’

'it was a scene to make a happy man slit his wrists on a fine spring morning.’

'i don’t see why those buggers should get away with it.’

'how many dishonourable discharges have you had?’

'maybe he was a zombie.’

'you still doing the folk dancing on your nights off?’

'i’m definitely a bit under-endowed in the head department.’

'there’s a young man downstairs asking for you.’

'i saw an interesting rare butterfly on the roof over there.’

'didn’t he have a crossbow?’

'who’s that glum bugger?’

'first battle in the universe where the enemy were persuaded to sell their weapons.’

'someone’s been killed here.’

'how did you know there was someone dead in here?’

'you don’t think my hair gets like this by itself, dear, do you?’

'you couldn’t spare ten thousand dollars for a small mansion, could you?’

'it’s ridiculous you not even being able to count.’

'how long have i been asleep?’

'i’ve got to get something inside me. some coffee or something. and then the world will somehow be better.’

'if you can count to two, you can count to anything.’

'that was a bloody awful cup of coffee.’

'i mean i’ve drunk a lot of bad coffee in my time, but that… that was like having a saw dragged across my tongue.’

'stop! in the name of the law!’

[littlewarrrior]

independent, au, selctive, crossover friendly, rp blog for marcel ger.ard (vampire) of the o.riginals/the v.ampire diaries. (rules)

sideblogs specific to this blog that are all also au, selective and crossover friendly.

stefan salv.atore thierry van.chure nik.laus mikaelson nik.oleta mikaelson

[littlewarrrior]

alteredcanon​:

Marcel was an excellent nurse, but she was sure that he had had plenty of experience patching up wounds. She would have done it herself but shoulder wounds were difficult to take care of on your own. Natasha was lucky that she had someone to ask for assistance other than Clint.

She couldn’t resist smirking at the threat behind the statement. “Unfortunately no, but they are in jail.” Which was a far cry from being as satisfying, but it was often part of the job. “They were worth more alive than dead, but I did get a little revenge first. And the knife, but I had to turn that in too.”

Marcel hummed softly, not entirely content with that answer. At least the person wasn’t running free, which did count for something. It still didn’t calm the murderous rage at seeing Natasha this hurt. A soft kiss was pressed to her shoulder before he took the time to clean up, washing his hands before he turned back to her, offering a smile. 

“At least you got to get some revenge.” It would was something, he supposed. He would still be more satisfied if the person in question was without their heart. Or head. He wasn’t all that picky. A small smile formed as he made his way back over to her, settling in his seat once more despite the urge to pull her into his arms, “You hungry?”

[littlewarrrior]

angerbuilt​:

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“you … you doing okay?  you look a little … not good.”

“i’m fine, petite. just a little...” hungry. he was very good about keeping that hidden but he was sure the urge to feed probably showed in his eyes, making him look a little less charming and a bit more like the predator he was. “you good?”

[littlewarrrior]

alteredcanon​:

“Yeah that narrows it down.” It was hard to keep the sarcasm out of her voice as she kept shuffling through the papers on the desk. “It’s not like they’re going to have a big flashing sign somewhere about where they’re stor- or maybe they will?” She had a receipt for a storage unit in her hand and was taking a photo.

He knew it was vague, which was why he didn’t snap at her sarcasm but kept digging through the desk, hoping they could find anything that would give him something. Her words made him hum and look up, waiting until she’d taken a picture to reach for the receipt in her hand, “I know this place. Out of the way, low security.” It was the perfect place to hide daggered siblings. “Wanna come with me to check it out?”

[littlewarrrior]

littlebennettbitch​:

     [ her grin widens at his laughter. this easy byplay      between them still makes her heart warm, still      makes her bask in the comfortable feel of it all.      she does not have to be anything but just bonnie,      and it feels wonderful. ]           And I - I mean, we - can use it to blackmail her.                     Probably.      [ not that she would, really, but it was a fun idea to toy with. ]

  [ this was something he’d missed. the banter,     the ease of letting someone into his life, the     inside jokes. he hadn’t had this since sheila     and he was glad to have it again with bonnie. ]         Oh definitely. It’ll be great.    [ besides, it would be something they could     joke about for years to come. ]

[littlewarrrior]

littlebennettbitch​:

     [ her eyes were dancing and the smile      continued to play on her lips. this was      the feeling she had missed for so long,      and she wanted to wrap herself up in      the warmth of family and safety and      comfort and never let go. ]            Alright.      Any suggestions on a new snack for me to try?      [ the food was famous, after all,      and Bonnie wanted to make her      way through as much of it as she could. ]

[ the smile on her face made him    happy, something he was sure she   could see on his face. ]      Go by the Clover Grill. You’ll      find something you like there.  [ He’d never had something bad from   the little restaurant and he was sure   she and Davina would find something   they enjoyed. ]