fabulousherbert

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Best way to start any day: Tanz ship discourse with @wirklichsehrnett

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[fabulousherbert]

   I’d rather

          be hated for

      who I am

                 than

       loved for

     who I am

     not.

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REPOST AND FILL IN THE ANSWERS YOU most ASSOCIATE YOUR CHARACTER WITH TO EACH QUESTION.

1. ANIMAL.   Panther 2. COLOR(S). Blue Hues, Blacks  3. MONTH.   January 4. SONG.   Alive ( Jekyll & Hyde ) //  Into The Night  ( Alkaline Trio )  5. NUMBER.  7 6. DAY OR NIGHT.  Night 7. PLANT.   White Carnations 8. SMELL.   Colone, Musk, Aged Cloth 9. GEMSTONE. Carnelian ( Vitality, Confidence, Sexuality ) 10. SEASON.   Summer  11. PLACE.   Vienna // Paris 12. FOOD.   None 13. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN.  Aquarius 14. ELEMENT(S). Air 15. DRINK.   Cognac, Blood, Red Wine

Tagged by: @wirklichsehrnett

Tagging: @rcsistcnt @nachtvcgel && anyone who follows me and would like to do this

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⌠ Alfred ⌡

           Natürlich. Manches änderte sich wohl nie, und so ergab es eigentlich nur Sinn, dass Herbert sich tatsächlich zu ihm setzen wollte. Und doch konnte Alfred nicht abstreiten, dass es ihn überraschte; er hätte nicht damit gerechnet, dass der Sohn des Grafen sich tatsächlich noch für ihn interessierte ── wenn auch höchstwahrscheinlich auf eine rein platonische Weise.

           ❝ Ach, es geht nur um Pathophysiologie, ❞ antwortete er und machte eine wegwerfende Handbewegung. ❝ Es ist nichts Besonderes. Aber das war mein Fach in der Universität in Königsberg, und ich finde es noch immer spannend. ❞

           Ein nervöses Lachen kam über seine Lippen und er schüttelte den Kopf.

           ❝ Aber ich glaube, so genau interessiert es dich gar nicht, oder? ❞

Alfred war zu süß.

Wie seinen Augen aufleuchteten, wie er schüchtern lächelte, fast als ob er könnte sich nicht aufhalten... In nur ein paar Sekunden, Herbert war verloren in Alfreds Gesichtszüge, fasziniert und entzückt mit die Gefühlen, die auf Alfreds Gesicht spielte und getanzt in seinen Augen hat.

     ❝Hm? ❞

Herbert blinzelte, aus seiner stille Bewunderung schrecken. 

     ❝Oh Alfred, nein, ich glaube das ist sehr interessiert! Und sehr bewundernswert! ❞

Herbert halte inne. Er wusste fast nichts über Pathophysiologie, aber er wusse genung, um mit Alfred beeindruckt zu sein. Und in Herberts Stimme, das war nur zu offensichtlich.

     ❝Pathophysiologie? Ich habe noch nie jemand gekannt, der interessiert war in das. ❞

Als er sprach, Herbert stieß nach Alfreds goldenen Haare aus den Augen.

     ❝Sag mir, warum hast du es gewähl als dein Fach? ❞

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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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⌠ Alfred ⌡

           Alfred zuckte zusammen, als er eine ihm nur allzu bekannte Stimme hörte. Er hätte so einiges erwartet; doch ausgerechnet Herbert gehörte definitiv nicht dazu. Dennoch konnte er sich ein leichtes Lächeln nicht verkneifen, als er sein Buch zuklappte und seinen Kopf in Herberts Richtung drehte. Es war seltsam, hier allein mit dem älteren Vampir zu sein, vor allem, wenn man bedachte, dass sie kaum Zeit miteinander verbracht hatten. ( Es war dennoch genug Zeit gewesen, um Alfred davon zu überzeugen, dass Herbert bei weitem nicht so furchteinflößend war, wie er ursprünglich gedacht hatte. )

           ❝ Das Buch ist nicht ermüdend, ❞ antwortete er und setzte sich langsam aufrecht hin. ❝ Ich kann mich nur nicht so recht konzentrieren. Möchtest du dich zu mir setzen? ❞

Nun, was für eine Überraschung. 

Herbert hatte viel erwartet, erschreckte Worte, steife Hände, eine kalte, höfliche Stimme... .. Das kam etwas überraschend. Doch wie wunderbar es war, Alfreds warme Stimme zu hören! Wie schön es war, Alfreds helle Augen zu sehen! Alfred schien so viel freundlicher zu sein als in der Vergangenheit. Es war gerade genug, um zu offen, dass vielleicht...

Nein, er würde beobachten, warten und hoffen.

Herbert machte eine gedankenlose Geste.

     ❝Ja, das würde mir gefallen. Heute Nacht ist SO langweilig, ich weiß nicht, was ich tun möchte.❞

Herbert zog seinen Umhang zur Seite, und setzte sich neben Alfred.

     ❝Also Alfred, welcher Buch ist es, das du leist?❞

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♦ Stamina

Headcanons: Sex Life Edition | Anonymous

Herbert has over three hundred years of sexual experience. At this point, he could go all night. 

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☄ If there was a safe-word, what would it be?

Headcanons: Sex Life Edition | @rcsistcnt

     ❝ Umbrella. ❞

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☽ Going down or staying up?

Headcanons: Sex Life Edition | Anonymous

Although Herbert’s MORE than happy to do either, and does do both, he’s a selfish man and if given the choice, he’d be the one staying up.

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║ Alfred ║

Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. 

The word pounds against his skull, his heart seizing with dread because he knows, he knows even before he turns, exactly what sight awaits him. Of course. Of course he had thought of that, had planned ahead, had taken every precaution to ensure his prey could not escape…every bit as graceful and cunning in the practice of killing as he was in the art of conversation. Alfred’s hands fall limp upon on the handle of the door. His shoulders slump. His quiet panting slows, and steadies, and falls quiet. And then he turns.

In the fading glow of the fire, propped beneath his captor’s bloodstained fingers and peeking out from the pocket of his jacket, lies the key to his escape. Tiny, rusted little thing that it is, and yet his knees quake at the sight of it, because that had been his last hope…

And now, he can only beg. 

“…P-P-Please.” His voice cracks like a child’s, choked with terror as the Erbgraf staggers and sways, a corpse brought to life, his laughter piercing the air and a trickle of blood, Alfred’s blood, leaking from the corner of his lips. “P-Please, listen, I - please, let me go. Y-You’ve had your fill now, haven’t you? And - and if not -”

- God forgive me - 

“- Then you can have…m-more - you can have as much as you like, I won’t f-fight, I won’t struggle, and I won’t tell a soul afterwards, only - please, please, please just let me go free. Let me live. I’ll do anything - anything, just don’t…k-kill me - please, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to d -!”

- His voice breaks, splitting in two and crying out as a fresh bolt of fire pulses through his body. He stumbles back against the door, teeth clenched and hands clutching at the sticky crimson wound upon his neck, feeling the now-familiar throb of something thick and white-hot pumping through his veins, something that burns and seethes like boiling poison, his flesh screaming in protest, fighting it, rejecting it - 

“- S-Stop, please make it stop!” he moans, but the poison only licks its way higher, creeping over the lip of his jaw and spilling into his mouth. It swells beneath his gums, scorches like the blade of a hot knife, scrapes at his teeth - and then pricks -

Herbert did not expect that the change would be so apparently antagonizing. Suddenly, unexpectedly, some corner of Herbert’s heart cracks to see Alfred in such a pitiful state, helpless in the thrall of the changes which seize his body. It does pain him to see Alfred absolutely defenseless and so powerless, no doubt confused, and incapable of helping himself. Some part of Herbert does wish to do nothing more than take Alfred into his arms, smooth back his hair, and reassure him that it will be over quite soon. But, it is in Alfred’s own best interest that Herbert leaves him to suffer.

This is the first time that Herbert has changed any human, but he has heard tales from others who have chosen humans. Herbert has heard tell, mere whispers, that when the chosen one’s heart beats fast and their blood courses through their veins like hellfire, the changes come quicker. The soon-to-be immortal may suffer, but their suffering would be far shorter and the pain would be over far sooner. 

At least, Herbert hoped that his information was correct.  

So he only stands there, silently watching, his heart seizing with each and every one of Alfred’s deep, quick gasps.

Then Alfred’s mouth opens in a fresh cry of pain and Herbert spots a flash a long, white fang.

It’s nearly complete. Alfred is nearly free. And Herbert has no reason to hold himself back for a moment longer.

      ❝It will stop, very soon.❞

He slowly approaches Alfred on silent footsteps, the senses the fresh blood had dulled nearly restored. He still does still sway, but only just so, pausing every so often to rebalance himself.

      ❝Everything has its price. Nothing is given for naught, and the greatest gift in this world is no exception. You’ve paid with your mortality, with your innocence. But in return? In return you’ve been given power beyond imagination, the freedom to seize your life and live it without any inhibitions or barriers.❞

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In the future … if by some miracle you ever find yourself in the position to fall in love again … fall in love with me.

Colleen Hoover, It Ends with Us  (via tanriisal)

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Headcanons: Sex Life Edition masterpost

From madrpideas (they may have deactivated)

Send a symbol for following headcanons of my character.

☠ Sexuality 
☮ Position Preferences 
☯ Kinks 
♠ Dirty little secrets 
Ω Best time ever 
♤ Worst time ever 
♣ One thing they’ve never told 
♧ Most exotic place they’ve done it at 
♥ Number of sexual partners 
♡ What they do after sex 
♦ Stamina 
♔ What gets them in the mood 
♕ What is their mood-killer 
♚ Most sensitive spot 
♛ One thing partner should never do 
★ Threesome or an orgy? 
☆ How adventurous are they? 
☄ If there was a safe-word, what would it be? 
☽ Going down or staying up? 
☼ Old-school or into experiments? 
☀ Masturbate or seek for a helping hand? 
☁ One night stands; yay or nay? 
☂ Foreplay or straight to business? 
❀ One thing they’re dying to try. 
✿ In the morning or when night falls? 
ψ Roleplay? If so, what exactly? 
♆ Props they’d like to use

[fabulousherbert]

Ah Cheri! Your dashboard is in such a sorrowful state! Your following list is in such a pitiful state! And most importantly, your threads are missing quite the wonderful treasure: Erbgraf Herbert von Krolock.

Yes! The world’s most fabulous gay vampire invites you for roleplay threads, wine and music and candlelight! So very romantic, why, you will be in seventh heaven in him in your threads!  At last, someone to take away the eternal boredom of the same muses, same plots, same ideas which are only repeated in a cheerless cycle again and again!

So do gently caress the LIKE or REBLOG button if you should like to dance with an independent, selective Erbgraf Herbert von Krolock from the German musical Tanz der Vampire!

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indie Alfred from Tanz der vampire | ask & RP blog | semi-selective

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