#xprincevlad

[bluebetaraptor]

“ Be careful! ”

Blue’s gaze drifted over towards the other, his pale features reminding her so much of the moonlight above, and her pupils closed to tighter slits as she let out a low hiss. There wasn’t any need to give her such a warning, and she pressed forward with trodden thuds of her feet on the ground, wanting to be closer to him. A tilt of the head, her body straightening up as she regarded him carefully, still deciding if she wanted to bite or not. The raptoress’s lips curled as she let out a quiet snarl, assessing the situation, watching his movements for any sign of a threat; She almost wanted it to be a threat. The sounds of the night around them in the forest were quieting down, as if waiting for whatever to unfold here, the silence thickening.| @x-princevlad |

[pianokeysxandromance]

@x-princevlad | continued from here

      𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉. Vlad is not nearly as displeased as he is coming across, but he does worry a decent amount, given that the other male had a habit of finding himself in some sort of pickle here and there. Nothing the vampire did could ever really change his ways and he wouldn’t want that at all, to begin with, because TJ was everything he could have ever hoped for to give him a sense of completeness again. In his mind, the younger male should really make more of an effort to keep in touch with him whenever the two are parted for a certain length of time, and though Vlad has had a long, long time now to get used to handling a mobile phone, he is still trying to figure out all the buttons. Nevertheless, his concern over making sure his other half is safe and secure at all times rides high above his grievances with technology. ‘ All I ask, is that you spot a message my way from time to time, please. It drives me insane when you refuse.. I don’t mean to be breathing down your neck all of the time, darling, but I do harbor a great deal of distress if it’s been a few days. ‘

     “I’m sorry, my prince.”      And TJ was sorry. Incredibly so. He did have a penchant for going a little MIA from time to time, and it occasionally didn’t occur to him to actually message Vlad first. The immortal struggled with the technologies they had access to, and it was selfish of TJ to hope that Vlad would message him instead. Bringing both hands up, TJ placed them either side of the vampires cheeks, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. One hand continued moving, fingers embedding into dark curls.      “Forgive me?” He asked, a small pout forming on plump lips. “I promise I’ll change - I hate to think of you worrying about me.”

     TJ knew just how important it was that Vlad knew of his whereabouts, especially when it was event after event during a campaign that kept him away from his immortal lover. There was too much happening at those events for them to be a comfortable experience, and TJ didn’t think that Vlad would want to be involved in that sort of circus himself, either.

[pianokeysxandromance]

@x-princevlad ​

  War, between him and the day. Need someone to blame. In the end, little he can do alone.Vlad had never been one to hide the hatred in his veins, but somewhere over the last several hundred years, he had found it difficult to freely express the turmoil that remained in the confines of his chest. His heart had crumbled to pieces a long time ago and he believed that he was now incapable of feeling, but for one.. there was one whom had attracted any & all attention that did linger. The other male was just across the courtyard now, and he was watching him, waiting - hoping for the opportune moment to present itself before he could approach. Vlad had come to know of his name and nothing more, TJ .. but he had yet to even introduce himself and he began to wonder if he had forgotten how to even begin a conversation, it had been so long since he had been in the presence of so many people, fleeting, though it was. He had held a get together outside his home for the last few years, purely wanting the company of the living around him for some few hours into the evening, just to rid him of the loneliness he felt. And it was then that he decided to move, crossing the courtyard and meandering between others gossiping on his left and right; it was now intentional, now an absolute must, that he introduced himself to this young man.

Another get together held by the sweet man that owned such an incredible home - TJ hadn’t attended many, and when he had, he had not lingered for too long. As always, TJ was a social butterfly -- flitting between circles with a drink in his hand, a soft smile ever present on his plump lips. Yet, it was after only an hour that TJ decided to take a breather of sorts; he replenished his glass, an obnoxious pink cocktail that tasted like blood oranges. 

That’s when TJ found himself gazing upon the host -- he always did, of course. Spent hours avoiding talking to him purely because TJ couldn’t quite fathom approaching the male. It seemed though, that his worries would be banished that evening. In the midst of his staring, his observing, TJ hadn’t exactly anticipated the other man catching him. Nor did he anticipate the other approaching him. It was as though he could part the sea of people and zero in on TJ without having to even slightly detour from the course. Fascinating, tantalising. 

As the other reached him, TJ offered a hand with a welcoming, warm smile. “Thomas James, but you can call me TJ...” or any other variation you would like.

[sigrfridr-archive]

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

@x-princevlad | questions for the mun

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

all of them? 

Right now I’d really love a Walking Dead AU. (I mean technically I have one I just don’t really have things in it.)  

I’d also love some sort of a mafia/Godfather type AU. (Bard paralleling a Vito Corleone type, possibly, coming up from having nothing in Lake-Town, with the Master as a take on Don Fanucci, perhaps? I don’t know, I’m just trash for the Godfather and I’d find it interesting to see the deep family loyalty that Bard’s family has already and to put that in with the way that the Corleone family also has such a deep loyalty to each other. Plus I think that most modern AUs either have Bard’s family poor a’la Lake-Town, or rich a’la Dale, and don’t explore the transition -- I’m guilty of that, as well -- and I think a mafia/Godfather AU would get to play with that in a modern setting which would be cool.)

I’d love to explore more crossover AUs.  Whether it be muses from other worlds finding themselves in Middle Earth, or Sigrid finding herself in other worlds. Crossovers seem fun, though they’re also quite tricky in many ways, I think, to get things to line up with some semblance of making sense.

At one point a very long time ago I had a Bard who had a vampire!Bard AU that I was super excited about, but that Bard has since gone inactive and I’ve always still kind of wanted that AU...

A Once Upon a Time AU for like, Middle-Earth (or literary non-fairy tale) characters has always been something I’ve found interesting. I only ever watched the first season or so of OUAT, but just the idea of the characters not remembering who they were, being torn from the things that made them happy, and being thrust into a modern world would be really interesting, I think. 

@dragcnslayr also had an AU idea that’s super interesting. 

Aaaand...I’m sure there’s other AU ideas that I’ve been dying to do that are slipping my mind right now and five minutes later I’m going to kick myself for not mentioning them. 

[theheartofthemountain]

“How long have you been sick?”

sick-starter-sentences

“I....I’d rather not say....” it was clear it had been awhile. Ark had been convinced that she’d be terr before anyone noticed. After all, she’d never been sick for more than a day at most before. A rough cough passed her lips she she turned away pulling her blanket tighter around her, “Let’s just leave it at too long...”

[yleniathewhite-blog]

Always vigilant, alert, and at the ready for whatever her master wished... Ylenia kept her eyes focused, and staring out past the wall’s extended reach. Being as still as if she were on the hunt, and not allowing for anything to get past her senses... Anything dangerous, that is. { x-princevlad }

[danslesxng]

  she had ran and walked, and tripped and fallen,   the same shoes she’d been walking on for what   felt like miles aching her sore feet at each step.   edith would have taken  them off, but if  anything,    that would only have caused further injuries.  for   days, she had been  taken  captive in the middle   of n o w h e r e in an unannounced rebellion, led   by a few of her father’s subjects, or rather, former   subjects as they now wanted independence.  but   ah, good luck to them in that pursuit. edith had no   patience for idiots and that’s what they’ve always   been. fools.

  if only there was a horse, it would be easier to find    her way home. she had avoided the way into town,   knowing that would be the first place they would go   looking for her--even though her every thought was   urging her to take the shortest way. her father’s own   men would be around to take her home safely, but   it would be too stupid to risk her luck and see who’d   be the one to find her first; the result might cost her   life.

  but walking inside the forest was hard. sometimes it   seemed to be closing around her, branches scraping   her arms and face, or perhaps that was just exhaustion   taking its toll on her mind. though she hadn’t been victim   of any physical violence, the girl had been coerced into    giving away some secret information by starvation and   dehydration -- and resisted it. she’d escaped in the first   light of dawn and now the sun was beginning to set, and   she’d been walking nonstop for hours. often wondering   if she would even make it home.

  when the sight of the castle came into view, she beamed.   the attempts to run  were fruitless,  but  walking  seemed    safe as there were no signs of anyone following her. with   slow steps the girl entered the castle from the back doors,   unnoticed save for a few guards that stood en garde. vlad   was inside, alone, she saw him. the happiness it caused   that it was him the first to see her arrive surprised her. as   it was she’d hated when her father had arranged another    marriage for her with little concerns for her opinion, though   it was with pleasant surprise that she found herself feeling   respectful of her new husband, which she’d never thought   would happen. sometimes, perhaps, one could even call it   love--though she wouldn’t stop to contemplate the feel.

  forgetting her pain and exhaustion for a moment by simply   allowing herself to feel happy to be home again, edith ran   towards him. he represented safety for her in an unfamiliar   way, a feeling that her own father had never quite suceeded   to give her. reaching him, she all but fell into his arms, her   feet no longer endurable for one more second, feeling the   blood both dried and wet filling her shoes inside. and she,   strong and fierce edith, for the first time in many, many   years, felt tears fall from her eyes.

         “my shoes,”

  she whimpered, lifting the hem of her dress just enough   for her feet to emerge.

        “help me off them--            please...”