#englisch

[indeepspace]

did you honestly think i would always be the kindhearted boy from your childhood?

#𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑬𝑷𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑬 : caleb is a DAA fighter pilot, who suffered through a near death experience during a mission, but managed to keep his façade as the kind and playful boy up. however, shortly after "dying" in an explosion in which he had lost his right arm, caleb became a colonel of the farspace fleet, leading patrol missions through the deepspace tunnel - a position which revealed a darker, more twisted and potentially dangerous side to him, which he had always carefully hidden. ( LOVE AND DEEPSPACE, 21+)

── A STUDY IN : possessiveness, obsession, mind control, protectiveness, control addiction, forbidden love, near death experience, ptsd

[eyeballdrawer]

A common occurrence between a friend and I

[zeichnender]

The witness couldn’t look at the sketch. Etienne didn’t mind, cause most people couldn’t. He sat across from her in the cold, gray interview room, pencil gliding in silent, methodical strokes, eyes flicking up only to absorb the tremble in her hands, the tightness in her jaw. He wasn’t drawing what she said, no. He was drawing what she remembered without realizing it.

„Sure about the nose?" he asked softly, almost too soft to interrupt her breathing. She nodded, and he adjusted the angle by half a millimeter. Behind the glass, the detective whispered, „He always gets them right.” Etienne didn’t look up. He only stopped when the face on the page made his stomach twist and turn—because it looked exactly like someone he remembered.

A STUDY IN — precision over peace, guilt passed down like heirloom silver, sketching murders and thieves, family names you don't say out loud, the weight of remembering too well, drawings he won’t look at, slow-burning rage, sleep that never comes

Forensic sketch artist from Paris, only draws for work, never out of pleasure anymore. / Carrd (wip)—character sheet here; german + english, open writing slots (1/4), mutuals only, 21+

[theladysmaid]

Eleanor Walton was born the last of three girls, but her mother had already left the family a few weeks earlier. For years, her father had tried to hide his wife's schizophrenia. But he banished her from his house before she could harm his own reputation. Pregnant and lost in her delusion, she gave birth to Eleanor in the middle of the forest and dropped her off at the court of the well-known and noble family. A few days later, merchants found her body in the woods. Eleanor was brought up with much love by a maid named Nora and later received this position herself. Even though she was on the verge of being suspended after being discovered by staff. In the family home, she is considered an orphan and no one knows that she has to hand over her hard-earned money to her father every week. He had managed to track her down a few months ago and since his trading business was no longer going so well, he saw in his daughter his new source of income. The alcoholic had always told her two sisters that she would be just as crazy as her mother. Since Nora, who raised her, became ill, Eleanor fears the loneliness every day.

✿ full name : Eleanor Daphne Walton

✿ nicknames : El, Elly, Nor, psycho

✿ birthday : 20th october

✿ spirit animal : butterfly

✿ likes : baking, reading, painting, sunsets, long walks, flowers, animals, fashion, boat trips

✿ dislikes : darkness, moonless nights, crowds of people, noisy clamour, the dark side of her mind

( ooc: mdni, selective, smalltalk in englisch or german but texts only in german, 19th century era themed, inspired by bridgerton, tw for mental illness and trauma )

[blutsucht]

𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 [𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌] 𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐙𝐎𝐖: A man who embodies countless facets. Fangs hidden behind a charming smile, an arrogant grin born of the success of his nightclub. The blackness in his pupils as dark as the feathers of the creature into which he can transform. A cross always tucked beneath his elegant shirts, alongside an unshaken faith in God.

❝ If you feel far from God, who moved ? ❞

pinterest ⠀/⠀ carrd ⠀ / ⠀ highly selective ⠀ / ⠀ mdni ⠀

[lilllyishere]

Ich habe letzte Woche eine Englischklausur geschrieben und die heute wieder bekommen.

Natürlich ist der Spatort brainrot auch bei mir sehr ausgeprägt, weswegen ich mir angewöhnt habe, in JEDER Klausur und JEDEM Test (so fern es möglich ist) einen Zusammenhang zu finden und auch etwas dazu zu schreiben.

In einer Französischarbeit einen Dialog zwischen einer Polizistin und einem Zeugen schreiben (😉) oder kleine Croissants malen, ist das was immer ist.

In dieser Englischarbeiten musste ich ein Bewerbungsschreiben mit Leenslauf schreiben ( logischerweise auf Englisch). Wir haben keine Vorgaben bekommen, also durfte ich meiner Kreativität freien lauf lassen: Adam Schürk hat sich auf die Stelle in Saarbrücken beworben. Ich war sehr zufrieden damit.

Heute habe ich mein Erhebnis bekommen und es ist eine 1 geworden, mit Kreativpunkten. ⭐️ Meine Lehrerin hat mich danach gefragt woher ich denn diese Mega Idee hätte, habe ihr dann gesagt, dass die Idee von einer Serie kommt und sie fand das megatoll.

Btw erster Post 🥳

[deathtalk]

Are you in dire need of contacting someone that has died? Do you need to find closure? Do you need to uncover the truth? Feel free to contact Thalia Zhou, forensic pathologist for the Seattle Police Department, and join her as she navigates the murky world of the paranormal. But be warned: Dealing with the undead comes with a cost and the price might be higher than you're willing to pay.

“ Her soul was a bewitching shade of dark. The kind that awakened the beast and lulled the stars to sleep.

A forensic pathologist that can call upon the spirits of those who have passed to help her solve the most dire of cases. She's navigating a precarious balance of life and death, all while unraveling the mysteries of the undead, in pursuit of justice. Her abilities make her a formidable ally in the fight against crime, but her powers come at a cost. Her communication with the dead is not a one-way street — they can see inside her soul and use it to manipulate her, making her vulnerable to their will. So, while her powers grow stronger, so does the toll on her humanity. Will she be able to withstand the weight of dealing with the spirits of the afterlife, or will her quest for truth and justice lead her down a dark and dangerous path?

( ≛ ) DARKNESS THERE & NOTHING MORE. independent + selective necromancer oc. mature & triggering content ahead, interact at your own risk. 21+ only. ⸺ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ┆ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 ( will follow )

[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

jump by Cees Via Flickr: old English sheepdog

[zerphia]

 ♱  𝐹𝐴𝑀𝑂𝑈𝑆 𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑇 𝑊𝑂𝑅𝐷𝑆            ᴀɴ ᴏᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛᴇʀꜱ

When all light vanishes, when the locusts fall silent and darkness reigns over all that lives, listen to the humming; the buzzing, the eerie sound of those who roam the street – and pray that you’ll be spared. Pray that god loves you enough to save you. For he might be the only one who can. A craving like this knows no bounds. 𝐙𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚 née 𝐴𝑛𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑙 𝑅𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑙 ; 𝟐𝟒 𝐲𝐫𝐬 ; 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐨𝐰𝐧

          ❝ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ,                     ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ.

[yudzukii]

Spirit Petals 🌸✨

A sakura in blossom

whispers pink and white,

soft, fine, and gentle

- Rising

Its roots stretch deep 

into Mother Earth,

solid, strong, and sturdy

- Staying

[raicer]

# RAICER !     *     park jae-hyun, an independent and original character. exploring themes such as: the disowned son, teenage tragedy, chronic nightmares, seeking adrenaline as an addiction and living beyond the realms of laws and common decency.

Jae-hyun was born as [ REDACTED] in [ REDACTED ] as the oldest son of wealthy business woman [ REDACTED ] and her husband [ REDACTED ]. As the oldest son, he was supposed to be the heir of his family's successful legacy; a role he never thought himself truly fitting for, but silently accepted, until tragedy striked and a casual vacation turned his whole life around. Following a series of unfortunate events, Jae-hyun found himself in the fangs of an underground organisation called 서울 독사, the Seoul Vipers, specialising on illegal street racing - a connection that eventually led to Jae-hyun's family cutting off all ties with him in order to protect the prestigious family name - causing him to spiral deeper down the viper's throat. The former golden boy's life now consists of adrenaline rushes, cat-and-mouse games with the police and moral ambiguity, with not a trace left of who he used to be... or is there?

[stcut-hearted]

TSUKINE YUMEKO ⠀───⠀ raised at the temple of the silent winds by more then a hand of monks ─ which she calls her family ─ and now known as the long black haired fox-spirit, half-human and alleged onmyoji. normally she is a lovely, polite and always smiling young woman, but the circumstances that the empire is about to perish due to the destruction, dark plans of the demon king genno and his henchmen and she alone has the possibility to save it, make her a serious and combative shapeshifter. her fox magic included kitsune bi, illusions and manipulation traits.

⠀─── stcut-hearted⠀:⠀an independent and headcanon shadow of the fox account, based on the book series shadow of the fox. age changed up to twenty-three for portrayal reasons. i prefer english conversations, but love to talk to you in german if that's more comfortable to you. crossover friendly. semi-active. a bit selective when it comes to novels. highly patient. currently open for plotting. 21+. tw because of bloody and brutal content.

[sternleer]

„Du musst wirklich besser aufpassen, Zorya“, seufzte Elian. „Ich möchte nicht immer dafür verantwortlich gemacht werden, dass im Flügel der Heiler ständig irgendwelche Sachen fehlen. Theodore hat mich schon ermahnt.“ Er schob etwas zu grob den Ärmel des Hemdes der jungen Frau hoch. Sein Griff ruhte kräftig an ihrem Ellenbogen, als er ihren linken Arm näher zu sich zog, um den Schnitt zu begutachten. Er pfiff anerkennend. „Will ich wissen, was du diesmal gemacht hast?“, fragte er, während er Alkohol über den tiefen Schnitt in ihrem Oberarm träufelte. Er gab ihr zu verstehen, dass sie den Soff ihres Ärmels oberhalb der Wunde halten sollte. Also gehorchte Zorya.  Sie zuckte mit den Achseln und bereute es zutiefst. Der Alkohol brannte wie Feuer. Sie schnitt eine Grimasse. „Das muss genäht werden“, merkte Elian an. Er strich seine dunklen Haare aus seinem Gesicht. Der Heiler sah sich in dem kleinen Raum um. Würde er nicht so chaotisch sein, würde er vielleicht Nadel und Faden sofort finden. Er ließ von Zorya ab. Vorsichtig öffnete er eine Schublade nach der anderen. Lugte in Schränke, nur um sie wieder zu schließen. Hinter all den Tinkturen, Büchern und jede Menge Staub fand er nicht das, wonach er suchte. Zorya lehnte sich zurück. Ihr Rücken berührte die kalte Wand. „Theodore ermahnt dich also, dass du deine Arbeit erledigst, aber nicht dass es hier so chaotisch zu geht?“ Elian warf eine Pinzette nach ihr. „Du kannst auch zu ihm gehen, wenn dir seine Fähigkeiten lieber sind“, stieg der Heiler in den Witz ein. „Aber dann wäre unsere talentierte Spionin wahrscheinlich orderlos.“  

„Ha!“, ertönte es fröhlich, bevor Elian triumphierend eine Nadel ins Licht hielt. Die Gaslampe hatte er nur angemacht, um Zoryas Wunde besser betrachten zu können. Das Sonnenlicht reichte in den meisten Fällen nicht aus. Das Fenster war viel zu klein. „Um zurück zum Thema zu kommen“, murmelte Elian, als er den ersten Stich durch Zoryas Haut setzte. „Was ist passiert? Du hattest keinen Auftrag.“

Das stimmte: Zorya hatte keinen Auftrag des Hohepriesters entgegengenommen. So schnell würde sich das auch nicht ändern. „Training“, murmelte sie nur kleinlaut. „Training?“, erwiderte Elian skeptisch. „Seit wann stecht ihr euch beim Training ab?“ Zumindest wäre das etwas Neues. Zorya wurde noch ausgebildet. Sie zuckte wieder mit den Achseln: „Nun, mein Ruf eilt mir voraus. Die schlechteste Spionin in ganz Vaeloria.“ Sie würde sich verbeugen, wenn Elian nicht dabei gewesen wäre, ihren Schnitt zusammenzuflicken. Elian hätte sicher gelacht, wenn er seine Freundin nicht gerade verarzten müsste. „Du kannst sicher noch den Orden wechseln“, merkte er stattdessen an. Er wusste, dass das unmöglich war. Die Rituale und Eide waren bereits ausgesprochen. Zorya würde für ihren Orden sterben müssen.

Elian kippte den restlichen Alkohol aus der grünen Flasche über ihren linken Oberarm, bevor er den Ärmel wieder über sein Meisterwerk ziehen konnte. Zorya biss sich bei der Bewegung auf die Unterlippe. Verdammter Mist, fluchte sie innerlich. „Wenn wir gerade darüber sprechen“, Elian lehnte sich an sein wackeliges Regal, was beinahe zusammenklappte. Hastig entzog er seinem zerbrechlichen Gerüst das Gewicht und verschränkte stattdessen seine Arme vor der Brust. Er räusperte sich. „Hast du gehört, dass Vaelis heute Abend zum Bankett kommen wird?“ Zorya sah ihn stutzig an. „Dir ist bewusst, dass ich bei den Spionen bin, richtig?“ Damit wollte sie eigentlich sagen, dass sie die frohe Botschaft natürlich schon mitgeteilt bekommen hatte. Aldric kam höchstpersönlich zu ihnen, um ihnen mitzuteilen, dass der Schutz seiner wertvollen Auserwählten höchste Priorität hatte. Dafür hatten sie zwar die Wächter, aber nun gut. Zorya wollte sich nicht beschweren, immerhin gab es etwas zu tun: die Gäste bespitzeln. Ihr Zirkel war der größte in ganz Vaeloria, vielleicht auch der gefährlichste von allen. Dafür hatten die Hohepriester und Hohepriesterinnen vor einigen Jahrhunderten gesorgt. Die Gäste an diesem Abend waren mächtige Magier und Magierinnen von außerhalb. Sie bildeten mit ihren Zirkeln die Regierung in Vaeloria. Ihre Hauptstadt – und Vaelis Heimatsort – war der Heimat von Zorya und Elian ebenbürtig. „Wieso bringt Aldric seine gefährlichste Waffe mit zum Bankett?“, wollte Elian wissen. Zorya zuckte mit den Achseln. „Ich weiß es nicht. Vielleicht als Demonstration? Oder einfach nur, um sie in die Gesellschaft einzuführen, die sie regieren soll?“ Es konnte alles sein. Aldric und sein Zirkel fühlte sich gegenüber den anderen überlegen, da er die Auserwählte vor allen anderen gefunden hatte. Niemand anderes kannte die Prophezeiung so gut wie Aldric. Sein ganzes Leben hatte er sie studiert. Neben Magie und die Rolle als Hohepriester des Zirkels natürlich. „Also bist du heute Abend auch da?“, wollte Zorya von Elian wissen. Er überlegte zu lange für Zoryas Geschmack. „Wir werden anwesend sein“, erwiderte er zögernd. Also hatte Aldric seine Heiler und Heilerinnen auch zum Bankett in der großen Halle geladen. Zorya schwang sich von ihrem Hocker. „Dann werden wir uns das Spektakel wohl aus nächster Nähe ansehen, richtig?“

[mold-cursed]

❛I was raised in a 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄, a 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 with no parole... they 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 me 𝐔𝐏 and 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, ashamed of what they'd made.❜

#mold-cursed   -   a fakevz-based portrayal of 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 (𝐄-𝟎𝟎𝟏) of the 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 franchise. independent, semi-selective and semi-active, eng/ger.

Eveline, codenamed E-001, was a genetically modified human conceived as part of the next generation of bioweapons research, designed to eliminate enemies without the need for combat. As a result of the merging of an anomalous bacteria into her genome during the embryonic stage, she gained the ability to control the minds of people who came in contact with her. Eveline was unique in being the first E-Type bioweapon, alongside her unhealthy obsession with creating a family to suit her own needs.

(side note: due to obvious reasons, this version of Eveline has been aged up. instead of being artificially aged to appear as a ten-year-old, in this portrayal, she appears as a woman in her mid-twenties.)

[balletteuse]

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Bal·let·teu·se /balɛˈtøːzə/ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ Substantiv, feminin [die] (gehoben) ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⸺ ⠀BALLETTÄNZERIN

❝ When she steps on the first floral stone, an almost ethereal light surrounds her ballet shoes. As she dances, the veil between worlds becomes thinner and thinner, until with one final leap, she finally is able to break through and enter the other world. ❞

𝐓��𝐄 𝟕𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝟏𝟐 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 — A woman living and trying to find herself in a secluded castle surrounded by a dying king. She carries a deep love for DANCING, but the sisters are FORBIDDEN to do so by the king's cousin… until one day, with the love and memory of their dead mother, they figure out how to open a portal into another dimension. A world filled with adventures, dragons, wizards, druids… and the freedom of dancing and nature. EVERY NIGHT they steal themselves away to escape the madness and pressure of royalty…. but they never must forget to be careful as not to create paradoxes or other disruptions in the time-space continuum that could have dire CONSEQUENCES.

OUT OF CHARACTER — Influence for this character is drawn by the movie BARBIE: THE TWELVE DANCING PRINCESSES and the game BALDUR‘S GATE 3. However, I am open to be able to teleport her to ANY dimension, making her extremely crossover and AU friendly. Just talk to me!

I am only in Act 2 for BG3, so I‘d appreciate not too many spoilers for the storylines. I did read up on everything I did not know about the world itself though, as the world is the focus anyway and not any canon characters.

I prefer my conversations in ENGLISH, but German is absolutely fine too! Independent and crafted for FAKEVZ, but open to any roleplayers. MDNI and fluctuating activity. This blog will contain triggering topics. Carrd is a work in progress.

[lanima-curativa]

✟ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒 𝐒 𝐈 𝐀 𝐁 𝐈 𝐀 𝐍 𝐂 𝐇 𝐈 ✟

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩,

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙?

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲?

𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁,

𝗜'𝗺 𝗴𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀,

𝗠𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻,

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗱𝗲.

𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧: 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬&𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫/𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬/𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭&𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧&𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐬𝐦&𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲