#Heilige Week

[dutchjan]

March 29, 2024

[absent-minded-daydreamer]

Gebed:

Vader, ek loof U vir u ewige liefde. Soms is die lewe moeilik en al wat ek sien is duisternis en dood. U is egter altyd daar met 'n blywende belofte en plan. Versadig my siel en gee my rus. Ek weet U is getrou en het reeds die stryd deur u dood en opstanding gewen. Dankie, Vader!

[mrs-gauche]

Yeah..so, uhm.... Good morning

OKAY ANYWAY HELLO PATRICK WEEKES I'M VERY HAPPY YOU LIKED IT AND I LOVE YOUR WORK AND THANK YOU FOR THE SHOUTOUT

[konigsblog]

Loser!König and his desperation to lose his virginity. (🌽 link)

MDNI 18+

König's desperation and dedication to lose his virginity is beyond humiliating.

It goes far beyond shame and embarrassment. It's been weeks since König has felt the touch of a woman, felt your sweet, soothing, and reassuring touch against his scarred body. He'll sink to his knees before you, pleading with you for a taste — for anything! He can see that familiar smug, playful, and mischievous grin curling the sides of your lips, amused and entertained by König's audacity and boldness. You know exactly what you're doing to him, and it's torturous and cruel for the social recluse who's becoming more and more desperate to lose his virginity.

���Please, Mauschen. You know exactly what you’re doing...” König grumbles through frustration, the ache between his muscular thighs worsening at the sight of you in front of him. He averts his gaze from you as his girthy, fat cock begins to twitch and pulse ever so slightly, straining inside of the tight confines of his boxers. He winces in agony as his cock begins to stiffen and harden, a bead of his creamy arousal forming on the head of his large, hefty length.

You know exactly what you're doing, and it's heartless. König's desire to take you intensifies each day. His large, hung cock weeps and drools at the sight of your plush rear on display for him, with the outline of your slick pussy visible through your damp, cotton panties. He takes in the sight before him, admiring the colour and fit of your panties, the white and pale blue stripes, and the cutesy, dainty, and delicate bow on the front. You arch your back and giggle at König as his breathing quickens, becoming laborious and heavy. You maintain eye contact with the giant who remains hunched over your form while he rubs and strokes his creamy, sticky tip against the outline of your slit.

“Heilige Scheiße, mein Herz... Wie kann ich einem so süßen kleinen Ding wie dir widerstehen?” [Holy shit, my heart... How can I resist a sweet little thing like you?]

His calloused and rough fingertips dig into your supple and plush flesh, his grip tightening around your soft hips at the stimulation against his sensitive, wet tip. He grinds his broad, well-built hips back and forth against your rear, beginning to lose himself as his pace quickens. He throws his head over his shoulder as he drags his meaty boner between the outline of your slick folds, the wetness and stickiness leaving his fat dick painfully hard. Your panties become damp, coated in a mixture of your sweet arousal and König's pearly semen.

König can barely compose himself, hold it together as he humps you, desperate for that sweet release he'd been longing for. He'll spurt thick creamy strings of his milky creaminess all over your panties, bucking his wide hips uncontrollably at the sensation of pleasure and euphoria.

[koenigsbleachedshirt]

Drippin' love [1/2]

Kinktober.

Warnings: fem! Reader, blood, violence, monsterfucking, vampires, turning into a vampire

Word count: 3.6k

Huge thanks to @kezzauwu for beta reading <3

Excuse any grammatical inaccuracies, I'm a German 💀👍🏻

Prologue:

It's been a few weeks since you've last had blood to quench your agonizing thirst. You're stumbling through the woods, desperate for anything, even a squirrel would do.

That's when you heard the sounds of fighting, your sensitive ears picking up on it. You follow the sounds, mindful of your steps, and come to find... a huge man, training alone in the woods. He's stabbing and punching at a padded tree. You feel your mouth watering at the thought of getting to taste the blood of a strong man.

He notices your silhouette by a tree and stops, looking at you through his hood, "May I help you?" He speaks with an accent, "Can I assist you in any way? You look lost." The tall man steps closer cautiously, halting about two meters from where you stand, eyeing you up and down.

You feel your fingers twitch, fangs almost throbbing, and your rationality almost flies out the window. "I'm itching for a kill..." Is all you say, tongue running across your teeth as you meet his eyes.

The man scoffs, seemingly amused, and bends down to your height. You see that he's raised a brow, "You're so small, what can you even do? You look like you're about to faint."

Your eyes narrow dangerously, and you flash your razor-sharp teeth with a growl. "I'll show you what I can do."

He steps back in shock when you lunge at him, barely avoiding your fingers. "Whoa!" He recovers and looks at you, "What kind of drugs are you on?!"

You hunch over, and your eyes flash red, "Oh, I'm not on drugs.." You smirk and slowly straighten up. "And you'll regret being out here when I catch you..."

His eyes widen, "What?! You're about half my size, I'll make sure you'll be the one who's going to regret this." He threatens and instead charges at you now.

You dodge him with ease, jumping over him and immediately run to tackle him from behind. "Gotcha." You say as he falls to the ground with a pained grunt. You pin his arms behind his back with one hand, the other one pushing his head down and you lean to speak lowly into his ear, "I was hoping you'd put up more of a fight..."

He struggles against your grip, eyes wide as saucers when he can't free himself, "Heilige scheiße..." He hisses to himself, and you can hear his heart beating rapidly as the panic settles in. He's never been caught so easily before, and the realization scares him.

You chuckle darkly and look into his eye, "Do you value your life, big boy?" You ask him, the grip on his wrists tightening, "Would you be missed?"

The tall man starts panting under your unrelenting grip, still trying to get up, "Why are you so strong?! It feels like there's a Boulder on me!" He's thrashing around, but it doesn't help. "Scheiße, ja! I'm a Colonel, and if something happened to me, you'd have the whole army on your back!"

You move off of him and kick his side so he's lying on his back. You pin his wrists above his head, completely ignoring his pained groan before straddling his torso. "Oh... a Colonel, you say? You've piqued my interest..." You say and get in his face, enjoying the way his eyes are squinted in pain, "I usually kill my food... but you... oh, you have potential... tell me your name."

He's still breathing heavily, realizing that there's no way out for him if you didn't want him to. There's raw, primal fear in his eyes when he answers you, "Bitte... my name.. is König..." He almost whispers, counting down his seconds.

You smirk and slide one of your hands underneath his hood, fingernails slightly scraping across his throat, "You think I'm scared of the military, König?" You ask with a condescending chuckle, "Just think about how helpless your subordinates would be, if even you, a mountain of a man, didn't stand a chance? Why shouldn't I just devour you? Maybe throw your body over your base's fence?"

His breath hitches, eyes screwed shut, "I... I don't.." He's at a loss for words, unable to think of a reason why you shouldn't do what you said. Because he knows you're right.

You lift his hood with a finger, catching a glimpse of his jugular vein. "If you don't give me one.... I might do what I said, so think, big boy." You say, dropping the hood on his face and leaving his throat exposed, "I'm waiting..."

"I- I can... I can fight!" He hastily replies, sounding like he's on the verge of a panic attack, "I... I can't leave my duties!"

"Aw.." You coo, face hovering above his, "That's adorable. You think I need someone to protect me?"

"No! I- I mean.." König is a mess, "I just- I don't want to die!"

Your hands rests on his throat, thumb caressing the vein, "Hm... It would be a shame to just... devour you and kill you.. like I said, you have potential, König."

He's never felt so powerless before, trapped by someone who's what feels like half his size and yet so much stronger. "Y- You won't kill me?" His voice is small, but hopeful.

You tilt your head to the side, red eyes boring into his blue ones, "I have a proposition. I don't think you'd pass this one.."

König shudders when he feels your sharp nail dig into his neck, your red eyes almost hypnotizing, "What is it..?"

Your face drops to his neck, and you can't help but drag your tongue over his jugular, "I can make you more... powerful. You can be like me." You move your head away, not wanting to get carried away just yet, "It'll feel like you're dying, but when it's done... you'll live for as long as you want."

König gasps when he feels you lick his neck, a shudder going through him. "You... would?" He exhales shakily, "I- I'll do it..."

You smirk, slowly releasing his wrists which you've been pinning the entire time, "If you try anything, I'll make sure you'll regret it."

He slowly nods, not daring to move, "I... I wouldn't. You've already shown your supremacy in every aspect." He then continues, "But... if whatever you'll do makes me.. dangerous, what then?"

You ponder his question before getting off of his torso, "You said you're a Colonel?"

König slowly gets back on his feet, hissing when he feels the throb in his side from where you kicked him earlier. "Ja, I am. What are you saying?"

You tap your chin, and then smirk, "Let's just say it won't be safe for you to be around people without someone to keep you in check for at least... a few months. This transformation is no joke." You explain and cross your arms in front of your chest, "Colonel is a high rank. I'm sure you can get me into your task force, no?"

He blinks twice, but nods. "Ja, I can do that... You need to undergo an aptitude test due to our regulations though." König says, "You... would make an excellent soldier."

Your eyes seem to sparkle, and you smirk again, "Oh, I'm aware." You say and walk closer to him, "I'll make sure you keep your word."

König can't even react when you pull on his left hand, pull his sleeve back and dig your fangs into his arm. "Ah, scheiße!" He almost screams at the pain, but it passes just as quickly when you pull away again.

You lick your lips, savoring the taste of his blood and snicker when he holds his arm, "I'll be able to find you anywhere now, so don't even try." You say and chuckle, "Now, what do I need to do?"

He breathes heavily, shaking from the pain, "J- Just come with me back to the base.."

You gesture for him to lead the way and follow him quietly.

The two of you walk, and you can't shake the dirty smirk off your face at how he keeps clutching his arm where you bit him. After a few minutes of walking, you see the giant base of 'KorTac'. "We're here." He says, voice strained, "Just follow me, I'll do the talking."

You do just that, listening to him telling the guards that you're a new recruit, which he personally will register. "Yes, Colonel, Sir!" They reply and salute, letting you pass behind him without issue.

"You'll need to formally address me whenever we're on base around other soldiers, alright?" König speaks as you make your way through a hallway, "You can drop it in private."

"Wasn't planning on embarrassing you, big boy." You say with a playful eye roll, "So... how quickly do you think I can climb the ranks? How does it work?"

He opens a door and gestures you inside. There's a man sitting there, who then looks at you two. "Ah, Colonel! What brings you here? Who's your.. companion?"

König salutes briefly, "Greetings, General. I brought a new recruit, scouted her out, and saw enormous potential. I want to oversee her personally."

The general skeptically eyes you up and down a view times with a frown, "Are we... looking at the same person here?" The man asks, not convinced at all.

"She beat me up while I was out training. With ease, too. I underestimated her as well." König explains, sounding utterly embarrassed. "She's... really strong."

The general still looks skeptical, but he sighs, "Fine, I'll believe you. I know you don't lie about these feats. I'll entrust everything concerning her to you." He says and then leans forward, "I expect to see her at rank Sergeant in six months since you talked so big. Copy?"

"Copy, Sir." König nods, heart beating fast, "We won't disappoint."

You nod along, not caring what rank it is, because you're supreme to everyone in this base, in basically every aspect. "Here's the paperwork. Give it back to me by the end of the day." The general says and hands König a decently thick bunch of papers.

König nods and then turns to you. "Let's go. We've got work to do."

You salute the general goodbye and follow König to his own office, plopping down in the chair in front of the desk after he closes the door behind himself. He drops the stack onto his desk and takes a seat on the rolling chair. "Fill these out as best as you can. The more accurate, the better. If you have questions, let me know."

You sigh and grab the pen he offers you and start filling out the papers....

[It takes you about 3 hours until everything is done and up to their standards, König reviewing your answers and pointing out what needs to be edited.]

"My, my... so we done?" You groan as König staples the stack together neatly. "I wanna fight... I wanna eat!"

He swallows and nods along, "I'll bring these to the general first. Then we'll grab your gear and then... then we're done for today."

You roll your eyes. "Fine."

After what he said needed to be done, he showed you your room in the barracks on the way back, and then he stopped in front of his. "So, uhm... this is done."

You smirk, knowing what's coming next, "Ohh, it's time to eat~" You say as you follow him into his room, not caring that he locked the door. "You might want to sit down, I told you it'll feel like you're dying..."

König swallows hard, but obliges and takes a seat on his bed, "C- Can you at least... try not to make it hurt as much? Because that bite from earlier still burns..."

"Aw.. fine, I'll spare you the main course's pain since you've been so helpful and nice." You coo and run your hand up his chest, and under his hood, lifting it up to reveal his throat. "Relax for me, big boy, I'll take care of you from here on out."

He tries his best to relax, going pliant beneath your touch. "I'll... do my best." König mumbles, but then gasps when you swiftly situate yourself on his lap and start licking his neck, coating it in your saliva. "W- What are you doing?!"

"I'll make it hurt less... now shut up." You speak against his neck, knowing that your spit numbs the skin and underlying tissue just enough for your bite to feel just like a dull ache.

König is still tense, but it slowly fades when he realizes he doesn't feel your ministrations on his neck anymore. You smirk, "Bon appetit~" and sink your fangs into his vein and hungrily suck his blood. His hands fly to hold your waist, digging his fingers into you and clenching his eyes shut. He feels how the blood drains from his body, feeling lightheaded, hot, and cold.

You moan at the taste of his blood and how filling it is. You hold him up from under his arms when he starts feeling faint from the blood loss... and you stop after you're fully satisfied, licking the puncture wound, sealing it shut again.

He feels like he's about to faint, barely able to keep his eyes open, vision dotted black. "You held out well... Now comes the fun part." You say and support his head with one hand, "Drink my blood."

König blinks blearily, barely registering what you're saying, "Ja.."

You chuckle and bite the tip of your pointer finger, drawing... dark blood. It looks almost black. "Open up." You say and stick your finger into his mouth, "Now suck. It doesn't have to be that much, but take as much as you can."

He does what you say, just wanting this nasty feeling of lightheadedness to go away. König's face twists in disgust at the taste of your blood, but he sucks hard and swallows it. "Good boy~" you say and remove your finger from his mouth. "The next phase will start slowly creeping in.."

You remain seated on his lap in case you need to restrain him, just holding and observing him. "It feels like I'm burning from the inside…" König rasps, having a hard time speaking, "Everything… hurts.."

"I told you, it'll feel like you're dying, honey, but you'll emerge stronger than ever~" You coo, gently running a finger down his cheek, "I'll take care of you, don't you worry… just let it out."

König didn't realize he was fighting against something so… primal inside of him until you told him to let it out. Because he did. The burning pain seemingly eating him from the inside out, the way your dark blood fights against his. "What's- What's happening..?"

You hum with a sly smirk, "I don't know? My blood is probably destroying your white blood cells right now… to replace them completely. I'm unable to catch human diseases, no matter which. My vampire genes are superior to those pesky human ones, and soon you'll be just like me~"

He's breathing hard and erratically, terrified of what's going on inside his body, but he also notices that he doesn't feel as faint anymore. He's able to hold himself without needing your support any longer, and when you notice, you take your hands away, resting them on your thighs instead. You observe him from your position on his lap still and feel excited when thinking about what happens next.

"I- I feel weird…" König pants, his whole body feeling hot with ecstasy, pants growing tight. "W- What's going on?"

"Oh… You're in the longest lasting stage now. The pain will subside and be replaced by… arousal. If you ignore said arousal, the pain will only intensify until your thirst is quenched." You chuckle, slowly unbuckling his vest and taking it off of him, "I didn't say I'd need to watch over you for nothing, big boy~ I've seen many turn who went unchecked and ended up getting killed… because you're still in a human body. You won't be nearly as invincible as me for at least a couple of weeks."

König groans deep in his chest, "Scheiße… are you saying- that I'm basically like an animal in heat?!"

You laugh, "If you want to describe it as such… sure. It happens to all of those who turn. You get a lucky pass if you're born a vampire.. like me."

His grip on your waist is tight. Like he needs to ground himself. "Don't… want to give in.."

"Oh, but sweetheart, if you don't, your burning pain will only increase… and when it gets to its peak… let's just say that the beast takes control." You playfully pout, slowly opening up his shirt. "C'mon, love, don't torture yourself.. I promise the sex is amazing."

König is shaking with desire at this point, unable to form a coherent thought anymore. He's trying so hard to resist. You can see and feel it. "You'll… take care of me, right..?"

"Of course I will~" You coo, "You'll have to take off your mask though…"

"I-" He swallows hard, "You're the only one who gets to see my face. Ever."

"You're safe with me now, honey~" You smile, "Unlike before… now you're under my care."

König rips off his sniper hood and looks at you with his blue eyes, hooded by lust. "There."

You gently trace the scars on his face before his hand snaps up to hold your wrist, his stare boring holes into you. "I- I'm… I'm going-"

He can't finish his sentence before he flips you over onto your back, "I. Need. It."

You chuckle, "Then take it."

König growls low in his throat and sheds both of your clothes in record time, and you see just how massive his cock is. "Huh.. I figured it'd be big… but this? Oh lord…"

"I'll make sure you'll remember this." He hisses and dips his head down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it.

"Ah!" You gasp in surprise, one hand burying itself in his hair, "Mh… keep going-"

But he doesn't. "I'm going to make you regret this." He groans low in his throat, "You'll be the one asking for mercy."

"Oh, sweetheart.." You say and harshly pull him by his hair, "You seem to forget who owns you."

"Ahh!" König moans when you yank his head back by his hair, "Y- You were the one who told me to let it out."

"Sure did. I didn't tell you to get ahead of yourself, though, big boy." You remind him and smirk, "Now… how about you just put that ridiculously big dick to use?"

König growls and pulls your legs apart, positioning himself at your entrance. "This'll hurt, you know."

"Oh, it won't." You chuckle, "Just go ahead. Slide in, you'll see it's easy."

And he doesn't need to be told twice. König stuffs you full of his cock, realizing you were right. "Scheiße… you.. feel so good." He can't restrain himself, grabbing you by your waist and roughly fucks your soaking cunt. "Du bist so… not even wet, you're soaking. Could drown in you."

You moan and your eyes roll back, his huge cock hitting all the right places. "F- Fuck, so big- so good!" Your nails dig into his massive shoulders, dragging claw marks down his back.

He thrusts harder when he feels the way you scratch up his already scarred skin. His movements become sloppy, and he almost drools. "Why.. Why do I feel like I'm gonna cum already? It's barely been five minutes!"

You laugh and wrap your legs around his hips. "That's how it is for the first few times." You clench up around him too though, "But I'm the same- fuck! Your cock just fills me up so well!"

"Ugh- Oh- Oh Gott, scheiße, ich kann nicht länger-" He's a stuttering and moaning mess and then you feel his dick pulse and ropes of cum filling you up deliciously.

Your eyes roll back and you feel your own orgasm rip though you as well, drenching his cock with your cum. "Fuck…"

But König doesn't stop moving, he keeps whining and rutting his hips into you slowly, "Can't stop.. feels so good…"

Your legs start shaking a little, "A- Ahh! Give me a break!"

"No, feels so fucking good…" He groans, "F- Feel it coming-"

And he suddenly cums again, spurting his seed into your dripping cunt once more. "Oh lord!" You wail and bite down on the juncture of his neck, moaning and cumming too when the taste of his blood hits your taste buds.

König's eyes roll back, and he starts shaking, "Scheiße, that feels so good!"

He can't stop from rutting into you for hours, both of you a sweaty mess, dried tears on both your cheeks and the sheets a mess. Your cum mixed with his is just continuously dripping out of your spent pussy, but König tries so hard to keep it plugged with his dick.

After he physically can't cum anymore, you're both laying there, his now softened cock still buried in you as you lay side by side, breathing heavily. "I… underestimated you… that was the most exhausting and best sex I've ever fucking had." You mumble into his chest.

König is so out of it, he only hums in response, "We should shower…"

"We're fine. Let's shower in the morning." You say and yawn, "I'll take good care of you… you feral thing."

[quoththeowl31]

LGTS Spin-Off starring 18 year old Apfel

Picked up Little Goody Two Shoes again after taking a break from it for awhile. I kept accidentally soft-locking myself out of the rest of the game. (Finally got the Moira ending last night).

I was thinking about a potential spin-off and frankly if there was a spin-off, I think the best character to star in it would be Apfel.

Spoilers ahead for anyone who hasn't played the game:

This poor kid went through the ringer during the entire game; got sick with an awful fever, he got marked by Murim, was taken into the woodland, almost devoured by Murim and his flock, and then no one believed him about seeing the Witch afterwards thanks to Elise making sure to essentially gaslight the kid. The rest of the week it's clear he's still dealing with the aftermath of all that, so it's likely he's going to be haunted the rest of his life too.

Imagine the story of now 18 year old Apfel returning to Kieferberg when a letter from his mother tells him about his sister, Angelica a.k.a Grune, acting strangely and hopes that maybe he could come visit for the festival and snap her out of whatever she's doing. (I kinda figured Grune and Apfel were twins).

Apfel ran away from Kieferberg at 16 and got an apprenticeship in Primeldorf, maybe got help finding one thanks to Eugen.

Upon returning to Kieferberg, he greets familiar faces like Freya and Lubkuchen, and Jakob, and meets a few new faces as well such as a group of strange travelers who have set up an encampment near Elise's old home. The people of Kieferberg are suspicious of them despite the fact that these travelers have been nothing but kind and overall harmless.

The general idea is that Grune is trying to get into contact with Him, Apfel is unwittingly recruited by St. Walpurga to act on her behalf to reclaim her grove from Him.

The travelers are followers of older faith and offer their help to Apfel in order to protect himself and his loved ones against these ancient deities malevolence.

Generally speaking the best route is forcing Ozzy and his crew out of the Woodland and returning it to Walpurga which also saves Grune from making a terrible choice. Potentially encountering Elise, now Lady Elise die Heilige and gaining something from her in the encounter.

Rozenmarine as a Golden Maiden may be encountered too.

[adinus]

The Christmas Truce

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The mud squelched beneath my boots as I shifted my weight, leaning against the splintered remains of a trench wall. December's bitter chill gnawed at my fingers and toes, but it was nothing compared to the constant, gnawing dread. For weeks, we had huddled in these wretched trenches, trading bullets and shells with the Germans across no man’s land. The thought of Christmas brought little comfort—how could it, surrounded by the stench of death and the crack of rifle fire?

The trench felt quieter than usual, though, almost contemplative. Even the rats seemed subdued. I stared out toward no man’s land, the lifeless expanse littered with frozen corpses and the remnants of battle. Would this be my grave too? I didn’t know. None of us did.

As I stood on sentry duty, my breath fogging the icy air, I first noticed it: the guns had stopped. Not even a stray rifle crack echoed. At first, we thought it was a trap—a German ploy to lure us out into their sights. But then, faintly at first, I heard it: the sound of singing.

The singing grew louder. Across the way, the Germans were singing "Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht." Their voices rose above the frost-covered battlefield, soft and haunting. For a moment, none of us moved. It was as if the entire front had frozen in time.

One of our lads, a Welshman with a decent voice, started humming along. Before long, others joined in, singing "Silent Night" in English. We were harmonizing—British soldiers and Germans, the melody weaving through the night like a shared prayer.

At dawn, something extraordinary happened. A German soldier, unarmed and carrying a small fir tree adorned with candles, climbed out of his trench. He raised his hands in peace and called out something I couldn’t quite understand.

Our lieutenant, after a moment’s hesitation, gave the nod, and one of our men scrambled up to meet him. It was surreal, watching the two figures meet in no man’s land, the very ground that had devoured so many lives. Slowly, more of us followed. At first, we were cautious, keeping our distance, but soon the tension melted away.

In the middle of no man’s land, surrounded by the frozen reminders of war, we talked, laughed, and even shook hands. A German lad—barely more than a boy—produced a football from somewhere, and suddenly, a game began. I found myself on one of the teams, kicking and chasing the ball alongside men I’d been trained to see as my enemy. We laughed like schoolboys, forgetting, for a brief and precious moment, that we were soldiers.

It wasn’t just football. We exchanged gifts—chocolates, cigarettes, and tins of food. Some of the lads swapped buttons from their uniforms as keepsakes, while others shared photographs of loved ones. I remember showing a photograph of my wife to a young German who smiled wistfully and pulled out a picture of his own sweetheart. Though we didn’t speak the same language, the understanding between us was clear: we were all just men, longing for home.

Someone brought out a harmonica, and a few songs were played, though we all struggled to keep our footing on the icy ground. One German soldier, grinning ear to ear, even taught us a traditional Bavarian tune.

For a moment, it felt like peace—not just the absence of war, but true peace.

As the sun began to set, a somber realization crept in. The truce could not last. Already, some of the officers on both sides were growing uneasy, muttering about discipline and the need to resume fighting. Orders would come, and we would have no choice but to obey.

By nightfall, we reluctantly returned to our trenches. I lingered at the edge of no man’s land, watching as the Germans disappeared into their lines. The fir tree with its flickering candles stood in the middle of the field, a quiet reminder of what had transpired.

The next morning, the war resumed. The guns roared to life, shattering the fragile stillness of Christmas. I fired my rifle like the rest, but it felt heavier in my hands. I didn’t want to think about whether the man on the other side was the one I’d shaken hands with or played football against.

Even now, I struggle to put into words what that day meant to me. It was beautiful, yes, but also profoundly sad. For a brief moment, we glimpsed the humanity in one another, saw each other as men rather than enemies. And yet, we were powerless to stop the war from continuing.

I keep a small souvenir from that day—a brass button given to me by a German lad. When I look at it, I think of the laughter, the songs, and the game of football in the snow. It reminds me that even in the darkest times, there is still a spark of light.

The memory of that Christmas truce doesn’t erase the horrors of war, but it gives me hope. If we could find peace for a single day in the middle of such madness, perhaps one day, the world might find peace for good.

Yet amidst all of this, another horror gnaws at my mind—my own, personal torment that refuses to let go. Will I die today? Will I die tomorrow? Or perhaps I am already dead, trapped in this unending nightmare, a hell crafted as my punishment. Will these words, scribbled in desperation, ever be found? The irony of it all is unbearable—brothers slaughtering brothers, all for the ideals of one old man who deems himself superior to another. What a cruel game we are forced to play, and what a bitter end it promises. I just wanna go home. I wanna go back to my family.

I hate this.

-- A.S.C.

[the-silent-troubadour]

did u know

Christmas in Germany is celebrated over three days:

December 24th

Christmas Eve (Heiligabend) is the main celebration day. Families decorate their Christmas tree, eat a festive meal, and exchange gifts. Some attend midnight mass.

December 25th

Christmas Day (Erster Weihnachtstag) is a public holiday for relaxing with family. Many families have a big breakfast together and some attend a special church service.

December 26th

Boxing Day (Zweiter Weihnachtstag) is another public holiday for visiting extended family or having a day off.

The Christmas season is prepared for in the four weeks leading up to Christmas Eve, which is known as Advent. There is also a festive atmosphere throughout December, with Christmas markets and stalls selling traditional German food and decorations.

The Christmas season ends on January 6th, which is Three Kings Day (Heilige drei Könige). On this day, children dress up as the three holy kings and ask for donations for the church.

[everygoodstorystartswith]

Nara - bisschen Bambus und vegan Izakaya

Nachdem das gestern so gut geklappt hat mit dem superfrühen Start, haben wir das heute gleich nochmal so gemacht. Zum einen sind einfach viel viel weniger Menschen unterwegs und zum anderen ist die Temperatur zumindest ein bisschen erträglicher.

Trotzdem muss man extrem aufpassen, dass man bei den Temperaturen und bei der Luftfeuchte nicht dehydriert.

Heute waren wir jedenfalls in der alten Königsstadt Nara, mit dem Zug circa 1 Stunde von Kyoto entfernt. Und weil wir ja so früh gestartet sind, waren wir auch schon um 7:40 Uhr dort und hatten den Park und den beeindruckenden buddhistischen Tempel Tōdai-ji fast für uns. Naja bis auf die Hirsche, die sind da überall zu finden (ca. 1200 leben in der Stadt/dem Einzugsgebiet). Da diese Tiere dort heilig sind, bewegen sie sich ganz frei und werden von den Touristen bereitwillig mit eigens dafür hergestellten Keksen, die man extra kaufen kann, gefüttert. Es könnte so schön sein zwischen Menschen und Tieren…

Nach dem Todaj-ji Tempel (dem größten Holzgebäude der Welt) samt Nebenhallen und Gebäuden waren wir noch bei dem Kasugataisha Schrein (Weltkulturerbe) - quasi wieder doppelte Erleuchtung.

Der Schrein mit den unzähligen Laternen, Stelen und Schreinen ist wirklich unglaublich schön und weitläufig angelegt.

Später am Nachmittag sind wir dann noch zum übertrieben gehypeden Bambuswald gefahren, hatten dort aber eine wirklich schöne Begegnung mit vier japanischen Frauen, alle in wunderschönen traditionellen Kimonos.

Und zur Feier des geglückten Show-Beitrags von Eva bei der Vienna Fashion Week sind wir dann noch wirklich gut in ein veganes Izakaya Restaurant gegangen - und weil der Tag so schön war, gab es zum Abschluss noch Drinks in einer sympathischen Vinyl only Bar (max. 12 Leute :))

Morgen geht’s nach Osaka! Wir sind durch von den letzten 2 Tagen - in diesem Sinne: gute Nacht :)

[devosopmaandag]

Werkelijkheidsgehalte

Ik lig op bed in het donker en ik zeg

... werkelijkheid ...

wat klinkt dat hard en absurd alsof ik

... Heer, ontferm u over mij ...

zeg, dat even absurd maar zachter klinkt.

Ik leg het op mijn tong: metalig en zoutig,

de randen hoewel scherp afgerond,

koel ook, geen zuivere kiezel, tikje ruw.

Ik lach, want het bevalt me me wel

... werkelijkheid ...

Waar zal ik die nu eens van maken?

Ik heb mijn handen vrij, geen licht houdt me tegen,

wat straatgeruis van buiten zal juist helpen.

Hoe zou die van deze week moeten zijn?

Zijn niet alle halffabrikaten nog vers en on-

verkleurd, fris van geur, nog heel even krakend?

Misschien is wat schrijnt nog niet geheeld,

wat lelijk is nog even lelijk.

Ik verzamel op mijn laken alleen de woorden die boven

een tafel zijn gesproken. De al lopend of vanuit een

luie stoel gemaakte schuif ik aan de kant. Ik tel dit

keer alleen de vrouwen. Er is de prerafaëlitische,

die ijs van orchideeënwortel maakt en mij een potje

gepekelde kapperblaadjes schenkt, er is de grijs-

wordende vrouw met haar goudgelokte engelenzoon,

die ik jaren niet zag omdat we een beetje te veel op elkaar

lijken, er is de vrouw die ik veertig jaar geleden vuur op

de grond vuur zag blazen, er is de papierallergische vrouw

en natuurlijk de éénstaartige, en daarbij las ik in A voor

uit Lispector, de heilige Clarice, en ik zag op een telefoon

dat ik oud en lelijk was geworden.

Nou, nou, zegt de werkelijkheidscommissie, is dat niet

wat al te veel duim en te weinig agenda, mevrouw?

Nee, nee, ik zweer u, het is allemaal echt gebeurd

en niets is gelogen.

Wel is er nog die traan, voor de televisie gevallen,

onderstreepte ik in een Chinese roman iets over het

belang van vorm, vroeg ik een jonge man (toch) of

hij ongelukkig was en hij lachte zo hard dat het wel

een gevoelige plek moet zijn geweest.

Ik lig stil en proef nog eens goed.

Hoe zoet en hoe rijk, al weet ik dat

het bijna is doorgeslikt en dan

voorgoed zal zijn verdwenen.

[dutchjan]

March 24, 2024

[absent-minded-daydreamer]

[underwater-i-will-go]

that big dan burn christmas thing has genuinely made my entire week btw. my roman empire. everything about it. nicholas gets so excited when he got to sing. shit brought me to tears. i miss him dearly.

but like. everything about it. fabian being a dummy "what's a tackle" and me going "du lebst im land und spielst den sport, du solltest schon die begriffe auf deutsch kennen" 💀 not that hard mate. also dan asking him what holy night is in german and fabian is like "heilige nacht 😐" he's just like me fr i hate our language so much ngl

[dragongutsixofficial]

for oc ask game 3, 15 and 24?

Thanks for the ask, my friend !^^

3- Biggest self-insert OC ?

Oooh that is a tricky question. I have so many OCs from so many fandoms and even some who are not tied to any existing piece of media !^^

I have to say though, probably the ice mage I played (and still do sometimes !) with my sister after we got The Best Videogame Ever: Dragon Quest IX: Sentinels of the Starry Skies. She holds within her characterization a lot of who I was as a young kid- some of which I'd like to get back. I was so confident as a kid, it's pretty incredible !

I can also tell you about the biggest fail to make a self-insert OC: Siyn Eisner, my beloved Bylethsona. The idea behind her creation was simple: I wanted an avatar who would represent me as a player the same way people created their Linksonas. At first, she was just an idea in the back of my mind, and not very developed- and that's the way she stayed until I started a fe3h roleplay with my dear friend.

And Sothis be damned, Siyn went way out of my control. She became her own, beautiful character. Of course, there are always things that she gets from me: but no more or less than any other OC of mine. And she inspired me in turn !

In general though, every OC of mine has some elements of my personality woven into theirs, even if I don't do it consciously. For instance, with my new Seven of Hearts OCs (OCs I created for a future webcomic, hopefully):

Heilig (he/him) is sarcastic and drags his feet. He doesn't do well when he's taken out of his comfort zone and hates taking risks. He sticks by the rules and is a bit tunnel-visionned. That's how I can be sometimes: and while there's nothing wrong with it, it can quickly become unhealthy: his character arc will partially be around him learning how to take a chill pill.

Keuse (she/her), Heilig's little sister, has more of that rebellious streak: but most of all, she wants the best for her brother and he wants the best for her. She wants him to understand that although she might be younger, it's just as much her responsibility to protect him in her eyes. I'm a younger sibling who wants my sister to know I'll always be here to protect her, just as she does me.

Same goes for Camille (he/she), who has that very naive side to him, and who definitely has undiagnozed ADHD. And so it is for every one of my OCs !

14- How many projects do you have going on right now? Are there any that you doubt you’ll ever finish?

HahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA-

When I received your ask I was like, "No prob, Imma make a google sheet and write everything down" and that's why I took some time to answer your ask. I have already given up on that. I don't even know where to start. I have so many WIPs. So many animatics living rent-free in my head. Some of which I am sure will never get done.

For instance, when the live-action version of The Little Mermaid came out, I was incredibly hyped by the new version of Part of your World and for weeks I was like, "I'M GONNA DRAW AN ANIMATIC OF A MERMAID TRANSMASC BYLETH WITH THIS SO BAD" and... yeah i'm still at the first frame.

I am pretty confident about finishing my first fic published on AO3 though, which I had given up on after one(1) chapter. But I got inspired by amazing writers @paracosmicat & @ninadove to pick it up again and I've entirely rewritten the first chapter + written two more chapters already (none of which are posted yet because I'd like to get ahead this time). I'm a lot happier with this version !^^ It's a fanfic delving into the dynamics of Edelgard/Zagreus (from Hades), which should eventually turn into a series exploring the Edelgard/Byleht/Zagreus/Thanatos polycule.

3- Do you have/want a career in your medium ? If not, what do you do/want to do instead ?

Drawing, as you will have noticed, is my passion and really the main way I get the wormbrains out. And if I don't draw for a while I will just want to bang my head against a wall repeatedly. So I definitely want a career in it. Being a video game designer would be a dream job.

For circumstances out of my control, I'm studying something else at the moment. On a good note, I just got out of two years of a formation which made me absolutely miserable and barely left me any time to draw !!! So there's that. But I do fully intend on finding a way to work in the art field someday ! >=D

[ynseincanada]

donderdag 9/11/2023

(deel 2)

Met Sam & Sara, twee vriendinnen van mijn Canadian Texts class, had ik afgesproken om samen naar 1989 (Taylor's Version) te luisteren. We hadden afgesproken op Sam's appartement, waar we terwijl we luisterden naar het album, vriendschapsarmbandjes maakten <3 Sam heeft ook een geweldig uitzicht op de stad!!! De laatste foto is het zicht op de rivier, waar ik ongeveer woon.

Jin, Anna en ik zijn in de pub naar de Heritage Classic gaan kijken tussen Calgary en Edmonton (de twee ijshockey steden in de provincie Alberta). Jin en Anna zijn allebei van Calgary en jammer genoeg heeft Edmonton de battle van Alberta gewonnen :p

De Sherlock Holmes pub is een van mijn favoriete plekken in de Universiteitsbuurt, want naast het feit dat ze constant sport uitzenden en Liefmans Kriek hebben, hebben ze ook geweldig lekker eten...

Mijn Canadian Texts class en vooral mijn professor heeft nogmaals bewezen waarom ze geweldig is. Vorige week hebben we in Emily Murphy park een kampvuur gestart en s'mores gemaakt (super lekker).

Deze week hebben we een wandeling gemaakt met auteur Naomi McIlwraith. Naomi en haar familie zijn inheems en zij schrijft tweetalige poëzie in Engels en Cree. Ze heeft ons geintroduceerd tot Smudging, een (religieus) ritueel waarbij heilige kruiden worden verbrand. Naomi gebruikte salie, dat naast sweetgrass, rode ceder en tabak, dus een van de heilige kruiden is. Naomi legde uit dat in dit prachtig ritueel je eigenlijk jezelf zuivert. Je doet dit vooral in periodes van stress, onrust of als je bijvoorbeeld een moeilijke conversatie moet aangaan met iemand. Het zou je rust moet brengen. Als je zin/interesse hebt, moet je zeker deze video eens bekijken: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-AyMOyGBhw

P.S.: Het water zag er deze week ook ongelooflijk blauwig groen uit! Zie de laatste foto's :)

[monkeyssalad-blog]

Gustav Fröhlich in Abenteuer eines jungen Herrn in Polen (1934) by Truus, Bob & Jan too! Via Flickr: German collectors card in the series 'Vom Werden deutscher Filmkunst - Der Tonfilm', album no. 11, image no. 87. Photo: Itala-Film / Ross Verlag. Gustav Fröhlich in Abenteuer eines jungen Herrn in Polen/Love and Alarum (Gustav Fröhlich, 1934). Smart German actor Gustav Fröhlich (1902-1987) played Freder Fredersen in the classic Metropolis (1927) and became a popular star in light comedies. After the war he tried to escape from the standard roles of a charming gentleman with the part of a doomed painter in Die Sünderin (1951), but the effort went down in a scandal. Gustav Friedrich Fröhlich was born an illegitimate child in Hannover, Germany in 1902. His father, Gustav König, was a well-known engineer, and his mother Hedwig Therese Sophie Fröhlich, the daughter of a worker. Gustav was raised by foster parents. His foster family moved around western Germany a lot while he was growing up, living in cities like Wiesbaden and Wurzburg. He studied at the Homuth Realgymnasium Friedenau in Berlin. During World War I the young Gustav volunteered for a duty in occupied Brussels as supervisioner of the press. In 1919 he started his career as a trainee at a newspaper, but he spent his spare time as a emcee at local variety shows. He also wrote two issues of a dime novel, Heinz Brandt, der Fremdenlegionär/Heinz Brandt, the Foreign Legionnaire. After some entrances at a vaudeville theater under the stage name Gustav Geef he took acting lessons in Heilbronn. In the next few years he appeared on different minor German stages. In Berlin he played from 1923 till 1925 at the Volksbühne am Bülowplatz under the direction of Erwin Piscator. Later he appeared as The Prince of Homburg at the Deutsche Theater under the direction of Max Reinhardt. His film debut was a small role in a Dutch-German film produced in Germany, De bruut/Ein neues Leben/The Brute (Theo Frenkel, 1922) with Erna Morena and Adolphe Engers. He then played a secondary role as composer Franz Liszt in Paganini (Heinz Goldberg, 1923) featuring Conrad Veidt. The following years, he played in such films as Friesenblut (1925) opposite Jenny Jugo. Then Fröhlich landed his breakthrough role as Freder Fredersen in Metropolis (Fritz Lang, 1927) by chance. He was only scheduled to play one of the workmen but four weeks after the beginning he was discovered on the set by Thea von Harbou, Fritz Lang's wife. Lang immediately cast him in the lead because of his striking good looks. A new star was born. After Metropolis, Gustav Fröhlich was typecast as the fresh-faced, naive 'boy next door' in such silent films as Die elf Teufel/The Eleven Devils (Zoltan Korda, Carl Boese, 1927) with Evelyn Holt, Heimkehr/Homecoming (Joe May, 1928) opposite Lars Hanson, and Asphalt (Joe May, 1929), in which he played a honest policeman who is seduced by a crook (Betty Amann). In 1930, Fröhlich was called to Hollywood by Warner Brothers to do German versions of American sound films, such as Die heilige Flamme/The Holy Flames (William Dieterle (as Wilhelm Dieterle), Berthold Viertel, 1931) and Kismet (William Dieterle, 1931), both with Dita Parlo. Back in Germany, he soon was subscribed for Max Ophüls’ musical comedy Die verliebte Firma/The Company's in Love (1931) next to Lien Deyers, and for Robert Siodmak's crime drama Voruntersuchung/Inquest (1931) with Albert Bassermann. He often worked with director Géza von Bolváry. Between 1931 and 1933 they made six films together. These include Ich will nicht wissen, wer du bist/I Do Not Want to Know Who You Are (Géza von Bolváry, 1932) with Liane Haid, and Was Frauen träumen/What Women Dream (Géza von Bolváry, 1933), which was co-written by Billy Wilder. Fröhlich often played smart gentlemen in lighthearted musicals and romances. Because of his carefree attendance, Fröhlich was seldom allowed to play other characters. One of his greatest successes was his part of the helpful and likable policeman in Oberwachtmeister Schwenke (Carl Froelich, 1935). He also directed films like Rakoczy-Marsch/Rakoczy march (Gustav Fröhlich, Steve Sekely, 1933), Abenteuer eines jungen Herrn in Polen/Love and Alarm (1934), and after the war Wege im Zwielicht/Paths in Twilight (1948), Der Bagnosträfling/The Prisoner (1949) with Paul Dahlke, and the crime drama Die Lüge/The Lie (1950) with Otto Gebühr. Between 1931 and 1935 Gustav Fröhlich was married with Hungarian Opera star and actress Gitta Alpár. When she was pregnant form their daughter Julika, he left her. According to Alpár, because she was Jewish and he did not want to hurt his career in Nazi Germany. After the war, Fröhlich tried a reconciliation with Gitta Alpár but she never forgave him. Reportedly this gave him a tough time at old-age. From 1936 till 1938 he lived together with actress Lída Baarová, his costar in Barcarole (Gerhard Lamprecht, 1935) and Leutnant Bobby, der Teufelskerl/A Devil of a Fellow (Georg Jacoby, 1935). After losing Lída to Joseph Goebbels, Froelich had a quarrel with him. There is an urban legend that the quarrel culminated in a slap in the face of the powerful and feared Propaganda-Minister. Allegedly, Froehlich was banned from playing his trade for two years (1941-1943). Lída Baarová later denied this in her memoirs. In 1937, he rented his house in Berchtesgaden to Adolph Hitler's architect, Albert Speer. In 1941 Fröhlich remarried with Maria Hajek. Since 1941 he had to serve for the Wehrmacht, interrupted by film engagements like Der Grosse König/The Great King (Veit Harlan, 1942) starring Otto Gebühr as Prussian king Friedrich the Second. Gustav Fröhlich was seldom involved in Nazi Propaganda films, a fact that helped him to establish a new film career after World War II. He tried to escape from standard roles of the charming gentleman by playing a doomed painter in Die Sünderin/The Sinner (Willi Forst, 1951). The effort went down in the chaos of a scandal because of the film's open treatment of several taboos such as suicide and euthanasia, plus a brief nude performance by Hildegard Knef. He went on to play leads in light entertainment films including Haus des Lebens/House of Life (Karl Hartl, 1952) with Cornell Borchers, and Die kleine Stadt will schlafen gehen/The Little Town Will Go to Sleep (Hans H. König, 1954) with Jester Naefe. He remained a busy actor after the war but his roles changed from leading men to supporting parts as he got older. From the 1960s on, he had only a few TV film entrances including a part in the comedy Laubenkolonie/Allotment area (Heribert Wenk, Bertold Sakmann, 1968) with Paul Dahlke. He was more active in the theatre, a.o. for the Renaissance-Theater in Berlin and the Schauspielhaus in Zürich. In 1973 he was honoured with the Filmband in Gold, the German Film Award for Lifetime Achievements. Ten years later, he published his autobiography Waren das Zeiten - Mein Film-Heldenleben/Those Were Times - My Life as a Film Hero (1983). His last public appearance was in 1986, when Giorgio Moroder presented his revised version of Metropolis. From 1956 on, Gustav Fröhlich lived in Lugano, Switzerland. There he died in 1987 of a complication after surgery, at age 85. His wife Maria Hajek had passed away earlier that same year. Sources: Lara Goeke (The Gustav Fröhlich Fan Page), Bruce Eder (AllMovie), Thomas Staedeli (Cyranos), Wikipedia (English and German), and IMDb. For more cards of this series, check out our album Vom Werden Deutscher Filmkunst.