#alfred tdv

[potatoodles]

I just really want that post-show comedy on whatever the von Krolock castle residents get up to

[mabithebard]

[briny-deep]

so uhh apparently this happened at dernière for TdV Stuttgart 😭

[fitzrove]

My favourite part of every euromusical is where a guy is crawling on the floor and potentially weeping (3 Musketiere, Elisabeth, TdV, MLOR; in spirit also Rebecca and Mozart) and we need more woemn to do that (but!!!! NOT because a man was mean to them!! I want them to have soulshredding existential crises that I can go 'haha gay' about)

[rinn-e]

Two Alfreds (Tanz der Vampire) <3

[enrgyx6]

my exams are finally over

[paarthursass]

two very different approaches to wooing happening in krolock’s castle

tanz der vampire + text posts (5/?)

[kiffenart]

"Hello Alfred from Bal Vampirov." "Hello Homa from Viy."

[cuntvonkrolock]

alfred bisexual. 10000000000 notes.

[isastanzdervampire]

so obsessed with these pics from the og cast of TdV

this is where i found the pictures, and i´m glad i did

[potatoodles]

Wohl der Nacht

[mabithebard]

got into tanz der vampire recently and it feels like half the fandom interprets it totally differently than me(which is fine ofc). imo krolock represented a predatory man(esp considering it seems like he's been waiting to make his move on this barely/not even 18 yr old girl for a while) and sarah only loved him bc he offered her freedom but once she obtained that she seemed to be happy to run away with alfred instead and be with him. but other ppl seem to interpret this totally differently ig??

[susandsnell]

Forced to watch-tanz der vampire , maybe Alfred ?

Thank you so much for this opportunity, I haven't yet had the chance to write Tanz!

Writing prompt list - send me a character and a prompt and i'll try to write something based on it!

In a way, Alfred supposed he was lucky. After all, it was the Count who was carrying this out, and not Sarah.

Restraint was much like that cape of his; worn as a garment out of decorum and courtesy, but could be cast off at a moment's notice. Yet even now, as he held the flailing, shrieking young soldier in place and dug his fangs in deep, the refined manners of an aristocrat balmed what Alfred now understood to be pure animal instinct.

There was, if not a method to his madness, certainly an elegant sort of order to it; he tore chunks of flesh from his neck as though cutting a fine side of beef, exposed an esophagus as though presenting a peeled fruit.

If it had been Sarah tasked with teaching him this lesson, she would have made the hapless Sergeant-Major weep before he was ever brought to screaming. Krolock was content to merely silence his pleas for mercy; Sarah would have wrung each of them from him heartlessly, demanding to hear all that he had to offer, teasing him with empty promises of respite, laughing raucously all the while.

The process of exsanguination was infinitely easier to witness when there was only gurgling to hear.

Alfred watched the scene unfold before him the detached observation of an academic. Even as he was flooded with memories of the maddening helplessness that had weighed him to the ground as he watched Sarah writhe in the creature's arms with no one to reach and protect her, gone was the boy who would have fainted.

In his place, a creature who, blood-drunk, had feasted once, but once sated, was so overcome with remorse and self-abasement he had vowed to abstain.

But to be a vampire is to be permanently arrested in that final moment of violence. To try and reject this truth was the kind of folly that warranted the lesson he was now being made to learn.

Herbert's long-nailed hands dug into his shoulders, holding him firmly in place, but this wasn't necessary. If you cannot escape yourself, you simply have nowhere to go. Besides which, Alfred could by now recognize the tightness of the grip as affection rather than punishment.

A sideways glance at the rictus of hunger in which that handsome, foxlike smile was fixed confirmed this. Herbert was looking not at the man — the meal, but at him.

A dull, heavy thud roused Alfred from his musings; there, on the floor, lay the desiccated husk formerly known as the Sergeant-Major, eyes rolled back in his skull, his pallor so advanced that the skin looked nearly grey. It made the mess of red and pulsating pink at the neck stand out all the more starkly, splattered all over his uniform. His mouth hung open unnaturally wide, tongue lolling — fixed in a permanent, silenced scream.

Alfred almost could relate. Almost, but not anymore; the blood that now soaked the floor smelled too enticing for him to not think this was rather like attempting to relate to a lamb in a stew.

As though he had heard the second thought, Count von Krolock, who was dabbing primly around his mouth with a silk handkerchief, smiled. When he met Alfred's gaze, the hellfire of triumph was ablaze in his unnaturally blue eyes.

Alfred took a step forward; Herbert let him go, though not without a playful saucy pinch to his ass. He sank, to his hands and knees and to another circle of hell and to the side of the soldier, and, no longer hesitant, he leaned forward and drank up the pooling blood.

Ambrosia, nothing less and nothing more. It ran warm and slick into his mouth, and he shuddered in a no longer shameful ecstasy.

From above, he heard neither God nor Christ weeping for a soul lost; he only heard the velvet-smooth tones of the Count.

"Well done, my boy."

[fitzrove]

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[sweetsinbaby-art]

Another recent art. Plus the sketch. This one is connected to my ongoing fic, Fear & Delight (though I haven't written this scene yet 😅 I WILL get back to writing when I have time again, I swear.)

[natsuzora]

um yeah