Don't tell mama...

Hallo, mein Name ist Helga. Ich bin ein Tänzer am berüchtigten Kit Kat Klub Berlin. Und ich bin das Baby der Familie, der Conferencier der kleine Liebe, seine kleine Kätzchen. Und wenn ich schlecht er spanks me .... bin und ich habe sehr sehr sehr schlecht. Wilkommen im Cabaret! (Translation: Hello, my name is Helga. I'm a dancer at Berlin's notorious Kit Kat Klub. And I am the baby of the family, the Emcee's little dear, his little kitten. And when i'm bad he spanks me...and i've been very very very bad.) (RP blog for Helga from Kander and Ebb's "Cabaret The Musical".)

[aluzka-theshifter-rou-deactivat]

Kidnapper/Hostage AU

Teacher/Student AU

Step sibling AU 

Contract Marriage AU

Hidden Feelings AU.

[frommemetoyou]

|REACTION MEME| Bruised and Broken Version

"Woah, when did you get that?"

"Who did this to you?"

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"

"You’re saying this was an accident?"

"What a shiner!"

"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."

"I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!"

"Does it hurt when I touch it?"

"Let me kiss it better."

"If you don’t rest, you won’t heal."

"Another fight?"

"What happened to your face?"

"I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…"

"Let’s get you to bed."

"Let’s get you to the hospital."

"Why are you so calm about this?"

"You’re bleeding!"

"What are friends for, ey?"

"So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?"

"You need to look where you’re going."

"I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious."

"Do you want to tell me what really happened?"

"Don’t move! You’ll faint!"

"I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec."

"You’re the clumsiest person I know."

"I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this."

"How could you be so careless?"

"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"

"H-how many of them were there?"

[thesavednotthesavior-deactivate]

Kidnap my character. Put them through hell.

[exorcist-on-paws-blog]

Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

[bandfullofmuses]

Put one in my ask box! [TRAPPED/KIDNAPPED VERSION]

"What’s going on?"

"Hello, my pet."

"I’m afraid you’re a bit ‘tied up’."

"I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you."

"There, that should keep you quiet."

"No one will find us here."

"You’ll be mine forever."

"Don’t bother to struggle…"

"How are we getting out of this?"

"You got a plan?"

"Now would be a good time to plan our escape!"

"The ropes are too tight!"

"The door’s locked!"

"Stop screaming or I’ll shut you up!"

"There’s no way out!"

[ignissxnctusis-archive-deactiva]

Send me 'come back to bed' for my character's reaction to being caught sneaking out the morning after.

[nothing-beats-threes-blog]

Willkommen, Lieblings.

[introducingthebratprince-blog]

Louis had left hours ago. Really, Lestat couldn’t blame him — ah. Yes. Yes he could. Lestat had always adored the splendor of the theatre, in every form it encompassed, and these days, it seemed unlikely that he would get to enjoy any type of theatre except for cabaret. There was something almost romantic about it, a swanky, seedy feeling that couldn’t be found in any other form… delicious on its own. Even the smell in the air, veins throbbing and pumping with arousal, intrigue, and excitement, was better. Lestat took a few steps forward when beckoned (a pleasant change of pace, as he was used to doing the beckoning), leaning forward at the woman’s cooing. “No drink for me, ma cherie, at least…” His eyes flickered over the gentle throbbing vein at her throat, subtle, before he looked up once more to her. “…not yet. A dance may suffice, but I would prefer some place slightly more… secluded.” 

[nothing-beats-threes-blog]

"Cherie?" Helga's brow quirked at the beautiful stranger's lovely accent, her grin growing ever wider as a delicate finger reached out to brush a wayward strand of golden hair from the gentleman's eyes, "French, are you? Then perhaps I should say bienvenue rather than wilkommen, mein Herr...do forgive me, my French is not nearly as up to snuff as the Emcee's. Be sure to say hello to him on your visit, Liebling. I'm certain he'd love to have a little French whispered in his old ears." The girl comment with a girlish giggle, impish and playful in every flick of a word, in every subtle shift closer to him until she brought her graceful arms to rest about his neck. Finger tips lightly grazed the back of his neck, "A private dance can most certainly be arranged...for a price, darling."

[manliestelf]

send "little thing" and my character will tell you something as a child.

[nothing-beats-threes-blog]

I've not seen the Emcee since i've been back...

[archivedhost]

"Well, my little Helga has hardly given me the chance, has she?”

[nothing-beats-threes-blog]

"Perhaps your little Helga had thought you'd have been more concerned with her abrupt absence for several months and want to see her as soon as she came back..."

"But I forgive you, Vati."

[goodbyehermann]

Murmuring to himself after the second glass of third-rate red wine – the only drink he can more or less afford – he hasn’t noticed the young woman approaching and now hastily covers the crinkled sheet of paper he has been staring at with his arm.

“Ah… nothing—I just think I took the wrong glass from the bar.”

[nothing-beats-threes-blog]

"Secrets don't secrets long around here, Hermann...surely you know that." The blonde came to perch beside him, clinking her own drink against his glass of wine before sipping the shimmering green liquid within. "And hello to you, too, Liebling. I've missed you..." Helga leaned up to kiss the lad lightly on the cheek. "Now, Hermann...what's actually bothering you?"

[nothing-beats-threes-blog]

I've not seen the Emcee since i've been back...

[archivedhost]

"You called, Liebchen?"

[nothing-beats-threes-blog]

"You've yet to greet your little Helga's return to work, Liebling. How very mean..."

[nothing-beats-threes-blog]

I've not seen the Emcee since i've been back...

I admit i'm a little upset at this fact.

[goodbyehermann]

“This doesn’t look right – does it?”

[nothing-beats-threes-blog]

"What doesn't, sweeting?"

[nothing-beats-threes-blog]

[franztown-blog]

[nothing-beats-threes-blog]

Willkommen, Lieblings.

The girls had finished their acts some time earlier, set free by the Emcee to do as they pleased as the wee hours of the morning passed in and the customers dwindled to a scattering of regulars. A sax player stood up on the stage, wailing a mournful little tune, and Helga sat perched on the bar, swaying contentedly to the music as her gaze caught on a newcomer. Well, in his absence, the Emcee would want her to be hospitable, wouldn’t he? “Willkommen im Cabaret, liebling.” She called, beckoning the customer closer. “Care for a drink, liebling? Or maybe a dance? A dance never hurt anyone…” The girl cooed, a kittenish grin dancing over her delicate features. 

[nothing-beats-threes-blog]

I'm back.

[averyverycunninglinguist-blog]

"I don’t know about anyone else, doll, but I sure did. Come give Texas some sugar."

[nothing-beats-threes-blog]

"Of course, liebling, of course." 

Helga leaned up on her toes to brush her lips lightly against Texas' cheek, leaning back to tuck a wayward strand of scarlet hair behind her ear fondly. "And how has our favorite cunning linguist been, hm?"