#gypsychen

[prince-ludwig]

LUDWIG PETER BIELSCHMIDT -gypsychen

JULCHEN. WHY ARE WE YELLING.

[the-rogue-prince-blog]

Ivan Mikhailovich Braginski!!! *fucking fearless and she doesn’t even know him.*

— gypsychen

Who are you and how do you know my name?

[prince-ludwig]

Dress me up -gypsychen

((I see her in stuff like this: 

and stuff like this:

while she cheats men out of their money.))

[moonlightrussiann]

Movie • drabble • gypsychen

"Brought the popcorn," Anya said, strolling back towards the couch where an excited Julchen sat. She set the bowl of newly-popped popcorn down on the table in front of them before taking a seat next to the other girl. For once, they weren't scheming anything. It was just a simple movie night.

As the beginning title proclaiming STUDIO GHIBLI faded into view, Anya began, "So, which movie did you-"

"SHHH!" Julchen interjected, as the movie started. The screen went foggy. You could hear puffs of steam and a distant groan of gears, as if an enormous, ancient machine was moving . . . Sure enough, a large figure emerged from the fog.

As the movie went on, Julchen remained focused on the television, her vermillion eyes filled with wonder as the wizard and lead girl (currently in the form of an old woman) were surrounded by little beings. The wizard began to morph into some kind of feathered creature . . .

"OH NO," Julchen shouted, startling Anya a bit. "I really hate the queen. Why would she do this to him?!"

"I have to agree wit-"

"SHH."

"..."

On screen, their beloved protagonists managed to escape. "YES! GO GO GO GO GO," Julchen chanted beside her as they escaped the queen's castle. Anya chuckled a bit at how the enthusiastic the other one was about the movie. Julchen wasn't even touching the popcorn, much too tuned in. 

By the end, they were both getting emotional - though one more than the other.

"That was beautifully made," Anya said, rubbing her eyes and flicking on the lights.

"Yeah," Julchen smiled. "We should do it again sometime."

"Yeah, that would be nice."

[prince-ludwig]

My muse can’t tell the reality apart from nightmare. -gypsychen

Ludwig was on the battlefield again, but this time was different, all his men were falling around him, every single one dropping like flies, though there was no enemy to be seen. The coppery taste of blood filled the air and filled his mouth, causing him to gag around it.

Suddenly he was falling too, something sharp lodged in his side as something cold dragged him down. He thrashed and screamed as hands grabbed him too, the hands pulling up and the cold tendrils of death pulling down on him.

[prince-ludwig]

Blindfold Me -gypsychen

Ludwig paused to look at the woman in front of him, her cocky smile not as sure as usual as she sat blindfolded on the couch. She'd lost their bet, surprisingly enough, and as the winner, Ludwig got to do whatever he wanted with a blindfolded Julchen.

Whatever he wanted.

A grin creeping up on his face, he crept towards her, surprisingly quiet for such a large man, so she wouldn't hear him coming. He stood still for a moment, watching her breath quicken as she thought of what was a about to happen, speculating and worrying.

Then, he reached out and...

tickled her sides, a deep chuckle coming from him as she squirmed and giggled under his hands, demanding that he stop that instant.

[moonlightrussiann]

Complimentary coffee || Closed RP

for gypsychen

Mother Daughter Book Club: Home for the Holidays by Heather Vogel Frederick, page 69 "She looks especially cute today in her jeans and borrowed farm boots and cable-knit red sweater."

Passing through the kitchen to grab some coffee, she noticed another woman. Leaning back idly on the counter as she waited for the coffee machine to finish, Anya observed the other's wardrobe... While her hair seemed a bit messy, she looked pretty good, actually. Huh.

While she didn't usually say such things, she couldn't help but throw a compliment her way. "Excuse me, miss? I like your outfit. Just saying."