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[olderthanyourjesus]

Shit.

Yeah okay, he was scared. This guy was huge and oh fuck, he said he couldn’t let him leave. This wasn’t good. And to be real, Godric was a street kid. If the guy decided to take him away and lock him into a dungeon, no one would come looking for him. No good.

“Look, I don’t know why all of you think I smell so good, but it’s not a fucking invitation.” Yeah, sound tough. Might hide the fact that his voice was shaking. Or probably might not. Yeah, definitely did not.

[thevikingnorthman]

        “THE problem is that very few of us actually think we need an         invitation.” It came with the inhumanly unbreakable territory. “I’m         not interested in biting you believe it or not.” (At least, not here not         now) “You can’t help it that you smell like the best meal of a lifetime,         or that most vampires have very little control------- but you could try         to stay off the streets after dark.” At least get yourself some silver, kid.         “Someone had already gotten to you, and I am willing to bet that this         wasn’t your first introduction to fists and fangs... It’s only a matter of time         until you end up mangled in a ditch.”

[thevikingnorthman]

me: wants to better myself in the face of disappointment and confusion and heartbreak also me: doesn’t get out of bed

[a-heart-full-of-tortas-deactiva]

[thevikingnorthman]

I’m not gone just sleeping.

[olderthanyourjesus]

As he looked up, because shit, what else was he supposed to do, he could slowly make out the guy. Because it was a guy, a man. Tall and …. shit. He was a vampire, wasn’t he? But it wasn’t the guy from earlier, thank god. “…Trying to get away from here?” Yeah wow, his voice wasn’t shaky at all. Just so much that he feared it would give out. But then again, it wasn’t really death he feared. Like if the guy decided to kill him right now, Godric would just be done with it. But vampires… they seemed to like the way smelled. The guy last night said he smelled… old. And fresh. And Godric had no idea what he meant.

“Look just let me past and I’ll be on my way.” Like that was going to happen. Godric would run, but he wasn’t fast enough. Also his bruises weren’t healed, and he was pretty damn sure the vampire who slammed him against the wall last night broke a few ribs. Dammit.

[thevikingnorthman]

        HE could see (and smell) the boy’s damaged skin. These injuries         had been inflicted by rough, unwanted hands; this made Eric unreasonably         mad. He could still smell the foul scent of the vampire who had done this.         --------- Luckily Eric did not know him, but he still felt like tracking the         bastard down.          “I can’t let you do that.” It sounded terrible even to him, && Eric had          certainly said many terrible things. “You’re hurt.”

[jorohart]

A Strange Gift || Royal Pet AU

[jorohart]

Jo really was trying to make the best of the situation they’d found themselves in, but Eric was making it rather hard. Did he really think Jo was happy about what had happened? Did Eric think she wanted another person, vampire or not, as a pet? The whole idea disgusted her, but she couldn’t do anything that might lead to the ruin of her people.

“No, the garden is for everyone.” The princess paused at a patch of daisies. “Sometimes, when I can, I bring some of the towns people in to play in the hedge maze. It’s actually really fun. My advisors say it’s not very becoming of a princess though.”

[thevikingnorthman]

        “I MEANT, was this grown in your honor?” He had been misunderstood,         but he looked at the series of carefully tended flowers instead of the         girl’s young face. Suddenly he was remembering what it had meant to be         ROYAL; the way everyone wanted needed you to act and present your-         self a certain way. It had disgusted Eric then and it still did now.         “As if your advisors KNOW what it’s like to be a princess...”

[thevikingnorthman]

( Text: ) Can we talk?

(TEXT) Alright.

[olderthanyourjesus]

Why was he coming here of all places? A dark alley in whatever city it was he fled to. Ran away, after he just couldn’t stay with his family any longer. Cruel people, evil people. Nothing but pain and suffering had come to him so far. And now? In a city where he knew no one, far away from everything he once held dearly? Godric was going to get himself killed, he knew it. Not that it mattered.

The dark alley was good, because no one saw him. Not any of the vampires who stared at him. Not like the one vampire who almost killed him, if Godric hadn’t had that silver bracelet. And since that night, where this stupid, dumb vampire came onto him, Godric tried his very best to vanish. And of course, his sixteen year old brain told him to hide in the dark. Because he didn’t know they saw that well or smelled that well. He just didn’t know yet and if he had, he would have made damn sure to only come out during the day.

As he was moving through the darkness, Godric saw something move. Someone. And then, as he looked up, in the dim light of a street lamp, a guy. Tall. He couldn’t make out more than a silhouette. Nothing but a black mass of guy. Standing in between him and the lit street. Great.

For a moment he wanted to turn back and go the way he came from, but he didn’t. Simply because back there was nothing. Empty houses, run down parking lots. The bad part of town. Wow, great work Godric. You just got yourself really fucked here.

[thevikingnorthman]

        If he had been human he would surely be considered a stalker now.         (He was still being a stalker, it was just normalized behavior for the         undead). Better yet, a pedophile stalker---- because this boy was         a teenage human && not who Eric thought he was, who Eric wanted         him to be. Standing && staring && blocking the kid’s path to escape,         Eric felt a painful stab of grief in his abdomen; around the place where         his stomach should be. His mouth turned down significantly; he was         disgusted at his behavior, && he was miserable. He was so damn         m i s e r a b l e. His hands felt like they were shaking but when he         looked down at their pale forms they were still as stone; still as they         had always been. A pain that caused a phantom chill in his bones.         The voice that came from him was unrecognizable in its hollowness.         “What are you doing here?” It said. At least Eric could pretend to be         talking to someone else.

[curiousgoldenthing-blog]

Estella hadn’t eaten in days. Things were tense all over, and people were being overly cautious. They’d started locking their doors and going home early, even in the cheap neighbourhoods. It was getting so a girl couldn’t even get herself invited in for tea with a smile and a batting of eyelashes.

Rather annoying, really.

Oh, but that tall drink of water by the bar counter…wouldn’t he do nicely? He had the lean, too-casual look of a predator. She loved the men who looked for vulnerable sweet things, who followed girls into dark alleys with even darker intentions.

Those were always the easiest to catch.

A shot of whiskey put the necessary scent on her breath and her collar. She put a stumble into her step as she passed by the bar counter, making sure to brush up against the tall fellow.

“Beg pardon, sir, sorry,” she murmured with a deliberate slurring of the words. Then it was off to the side door, swaying on her toes and generally looking as easy a target as possible.

Come on, she thought. Take the bait…

[thevikingnorthman]

        THE alcohol was suffocating his better judgement, but Eric chose         to follow the woman anyway; his one true weakness was a beautiful         woman------- && a good fight. No matter what the mask she tried to          hide her nature underneath was made of, Eric knew one of his own         like a shining beacon; he’d have thought that she would have known         as well.         Perhaps that was why he followed the sway of her hips to the side          door (where she was likely trying to lure him into a trap).He told himself         that it had nothing to do with the cheap game she was playing, or the         fact that he could probably get an easy lay out of it. 

[thevikingnorthman]

@olderthanyourjesus

        SIXTEEN years existed between now and the day the world stopped         turning. Time had been suspended despite those sixteen years that         had passed by. Nothing changed && neither did Eric, so it made          perfect sense to him to ignore it all.         He would call Eric out on his stubbornness, Eric knew. He always had.         This was not the sort of existence he had wanted for Eric. He had not         asked for the ignorance && the denial && the aggression && treating          himself as poorly as even an undead creature could do; Eric would go         without feeding for months at a time. Eric had become a loner, a recluse         who spoke to nobody if he did not have to. Everything had fallen away         as the years went on; it all got worse.         Now he wandered && hid in dark lonely places. It had taken him sixteen         years to try to learn how to live without Godric, and he wasn’t successful         yet. For all Eric knew it was impossible for him to exist in a world in which         his maker did not; there must have been a reason why he was still walking         the earth.         Perhaps the reason had something to do with an image that had been         haunting Eric since he had first seen it several days ago. A boy. He          looked remarkably familiar (in a way that Eric knew precisely) and he         was of the right age. Sixteen years. He didn’t think the boy had seen         him, and he didn’t think that he would see the boy again. Except now         he was looking for him in the maddened hope of a grieving lunatic         who needed answers.

[kxllerblond]

“Kind.” he echoed, shook his head and reached for his  drink again. “They’re still real in the sense that someone  will end up eventually. Just–not literally. It’s all political  now. Though, some political deaths and scandals I’ve  see have been p r e t t y nasty.”

Clark could admit to preferring them. He was, honestly, a more politically correct monster than he preferred to admit. A mess here and there was fine, but he preferred the less admired method of sneaking about and handling things quietly. “You could always play Devil’s advocate. If you’re that bored, is that not an option?”

[thevikingnorthman]

        “I’m not that bored------ besides, I prefer a different method than          the one often employed by mobsters.” Eric grinned to himself as          his eyes ventured away. Politics was far from a favorite topic of           Eric’s despite both his affinity for it && his inclusion in the practice.         “You don’t seem like you’d very much appreciate a stick up here         anyway,” Eric ventured. He appraised the male without modesty.         “Not of the gun sort.” He added into his drink. 

[sanguineus-archive2]

     He claimed to understand, but Bianca remained uncertain that this was so. Perhaps he was too handsome to grasp the full gravity of the situation. After all, the dark gift did nothing to improve the mind one had in life. The mad remained mad and the dull remained dull, the only difference was that they remained this way indefinitely– or until their madness or dullness brought about an untimely end, which might very well be the case. 

     Bianca drew a breath and held it for a moment before speaking. “I am not here to see or speak to your queen. I am here to help you, Mr. Northman, as you are the only sheriff capable of defending your state while your queen lies in agony. Surely you must realize that the buzzards are circling Louisiana. I’ve heard of at least one king in particular with his eyes on your kingdom, and I can’t imagine he’ll want any of the old regime alive when he executes a hostile take over.”

[thevikingnorthman]

        LOUISIANA was a prime kingdom for their kind; every king and queen         in existence wanted to rule it for themselves. No doubt that a take-over         could be done even with the selfish Sophie Anne in place. Eric was         likely the only vampire in the state powerful enough to hold his ground         ------ yet what good would that do when all the rest of it had fallen away?         “It sounds to me like you are suggesting I STEP UP.” A thing that Eric         really did not want to do. “It is not my kingdom, though; I don’t have to         remind anyone of that.” Because everyone knew whose kingdom it was.         Eric made a sound like a sigh. “It also sounds to me like you are alluding         to death----  l o t s   o f   i t.”

[thevikingnorthman]

@curiousgoldenthing

        The sorrowful sounds of a piano lured the man into the bar.         Off of the street the noise grew; it was the middle of the night         with all the lawful citizens asleep safely. Inside the candle-lit          nightclub there were hookers && drunks && criminals cohorting         && toasting && getting into trouble. These were Eric’s kind of         humans.         He made himself look natural by posing by the polished wood        of the bartop. 

[roxiechang]

“would you stay here for a while, with me?”

(inspired by x. This is my first fanart work, i guess i’m hopelessly addicted to Gallya _(:3」∠)_ )

[thevikingnorthman]

@leafborn this is Clara and Eric goodbye

[kxllerblond]

“Really?” brow arched in what seemed like genuine interest.

“Gosh, what could possibly make one interesting? Purposefully  jovial funerals aside. Those don’t count.” he drew his gaze to the gathering behind them, pursed his lips. He wanted nothing more to head home, settle down and indulge in some obnoxious seasonal drink. But, he’d pulled himself into another conversation. A man of manners, he couldn’t bring himself to dismiss something he’d started and so early into the fact.

“Feels like I’m in a movie sometimes. Those, y’know. The cheesy  mobster ones. All the guys in suits hunched around a table. Cigars.  You expect one of ‘em to jump up with a machine gun or something…”

[thevikingnorthman]

        “Well if someone would be so kind as to jump up with a         machine gun it would make this night much more interesting.”         For as many countless nights as Eric had to spend, he hated         wasting his time. “I’ve known real mobsters, and by now at least         one of them would have been dead.” 

[jorohart]

A Strange Gift || Royal Pet AU

[jorohart]

Jo pursed her lips slightly. She was about to tell Eric that she didn’t want him to walk with her if he didn’t want to when he cut her off by exiting the room. The princess blinked her large eyes before scurrying after the vampire.

It didn’t take her long to find him, but Jo did struggle a little to keep up with Eric as his strides were much longer than her own. Jo didn’t complain though.

“The gardens are really very pretty, even at night.” She smiled in what was hopefully a comforting manner. “Do you want me to show them to you? I think it would be rather nice.”

[thevikingnorthman]

        Eric had no use for gardens as pretty as they were; he had no use         for being someone’s private companion, yet he found himself as a          vampire pet strolling through a well-kept yard of all sorts of flowers.         “This is rather impressive.” He said so to make the girl feel pleased.         At the very least Eric knew how to play nice, && he knew that being         pleasant would get him farther than being a hellish beast. “Is all this         for you?”

[thevikingnorthman]

What will you be for Halloween from sookiesukehnow hello!

“You know I don’t celebrate Halloween, Sookie.”