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He, ho, he! He, wo sind Sie, Professor? He, ho, he! Wohin soll ich geh’n?                     He, ho, he! Nur ein Zeichen, Professor!                     He, ho, he! Ich kann sie nicht seh’n!                                         He, ho, he! Hör’n Sie, ich bin’s, Professor!                                         Ihr patenter und dezenter resistenter Assistent!

                                             THE ALFRED SQUAD™                                  consisting of @stcadfast & @wirklichsehrnett & @rcsistcnt​

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           Over a year had passed since Alfred and Sarah had run away from the little village in Transylvania. A year since the former student had arrived there with professor Abronsius, a year since Sarah had been invited to the midnight ball. A year since Alfred had realised that only leaving her home could make Sarah truly happy.

           It had been a stressful year for Sarah. She had never travelled anywhere, and she was grateful that Alfred, who was so much more experienced, was there with her. They had made their way to Vienna first and on the way there, they had gotten married. At least for Sarah, it hadn’t been ot of love, and even Alfred had had a different reason in the first place; the two of them had tried to claim that they were siblings, but no one had believed them. They simply looked too different, and so a marriage had been the only option.

           They were in Munich now, married. Everyone here knew them as Alfred and Sarah Reiher, a young and happy couple. It wasn’t even a lie, not anymore. While the two of them weren’t really together, they still got along wonderfully, and Sarah had found herself falling in love with her husband. With both of them having a job and Sarah feeling free for once, she could allow herself to give in to the crush that she had developed back in Transylvania. By now, she truly believed that she was ready to be Alfred’s wife in every way.

           A small smile appeared on her lips as she looked over to Alfred, who was standing right next to her; he was cleaning the dishes, she was drying them with a little towel. Sarah was aware that this wasn’t typical; most husbands wouldn’t take care of the household like that. Alfred was simply incredibly sweet, lovely and kind, and the happiness she felt at this moment overwhelmed her so much that she simply stood on her tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, close to the corner of his mouth.

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          ‘how do you become the person you FORGOT you ever were?’

@stcadfast

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♦ What's an AU that you've always wanted?

Meme. | Accepting.@stcadfast

I’m a slut for AUs where am I even supposed to start??

But basically, one thing that I’d LOVE to write at some point is sadly a plot that would involve someone writing Abronsius. The thing that I had in mind is an AU in which Alfred is so terrified during Wenn Liebe in dir ist that he doesn’t actually call for help and Herbert ends up biting and turning him. Alfred, who refuses to just leave Abronsius behind, lets Herbert help him to get some blood and then returns to Abronsius. He obviously doesn’t tell the professor that he has just been turned, and it’s incredibly angsty because he can’t see the fangs oh god, please don’t let him see the fangs and I just

I need this.

Gimme all the angst and someone to write Abronsius

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           It was time.

           Alfred had been asleep for an hour, two at most, when the Shadow emerged. Slowly at first, as if it took him some time to form the body he was supposed to possess, but then quickly. Soon enough, an almost perfect copy of Alfred himself was standing there in the darkness of the student’s mind, surrounded by nothing but the shadows that he himself was made of. He did not need to look around; he knew this darkness better than Alfred did, for he had been born here, had always been here, and would forever be forced to stay here.

           ❝ Good evening, Alfred. ❞ His voice was soft and quiet, a whisper inside of Alfred’s head that would reach parts of the student which had never been reached before. Shadow was Alfred’s subconscious, his dream self, and he would always be able to get so close to the human.

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stcadfast replied to your post: stcadfast / trxvailleuse that’s t...

if you need help ?? i am v willing okay what kind of fan art do you have in mind? ( have you tried searching in tumblr ?? )

i’m trying... i tried to look for them on zerochan, google, pinterest, deviantart, tumblr, and somewhat on pixiv... disney renaissance fan art’s difficult to find. 

just suitable for a theme i guess???

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