#florian past

[florian-past]

Cozyyy

[mementtoss]

I enjoy her very much

[veryaren]

blarg

[furute]

[rainyarcades]

I need more pokemon mutuals STAT so I can talk about the dorks more.... I've fallen into the well that is gay people

[nicht-ganz-allein-sunny]

"Nimand hofft 1929 noch auf die Zukunft. Und niemand will an die Vergangenheit erinnert werden. Darum sind alle hemmungslos der Gegenwart verfallen."

- Liebe in Zeiten des Hasses, Florian Illies

[frankenipple]

oc bullcrud

[candyredappledragon]

Pelliper mail: picture frames for the 3 Signboard photos Kiki and florian took :D

Oh hey that's sweet of you! Was planning to print out those pictures but I got busy.

Hmm I do have one silly little picture I took of with Kiki and I. I'll have to find it first since I have a lot of catmon pictures in my gallery.

[adrianasunderworld]

Prince Charming, Phillip, and Florian are all annoyed because they look enough alike that everyone thinks they're related.

Ace: Dude what is it with Charming and jumping out of windows? What he always like that?

Phillip: ...? Why I know that?

Ace: Isn’t he your brother?

Phillip: What the he- no!

Ace: What about Florian then?

Phillip: Oh FUCK no, we’re not related.

[umbracirrus]

Ok!!! I'm not touching up the drawing any more.

Florian and Drissa, my heroes of Kvatch <3

[florian-past]

Love bug AUs are such a cliche in this fandom but I've wanted to do one forever!!!

(season 1-2, Keith & Lance are still hostile enough that their behavior here would be particularly bewildering)

[mekatrio]

thought abt florian meeting mr ending

[furinafontaine]

[joanofexys]

Florian and Ilya have me chewing on drywall

[isaacathom]

I think the unifying thread of my ttrpg ocs is dealing with the feeling that you don't have control, whether that's over something specific or over their whole lives. and they all respond to it a bit differently

For Naielle Odelia, she had control and lost it, and has been slowly trying to claw it back. She attributes the loss to forces outside of her, and that's technically true in that it was a result of knowledge she gained from her pact patron, but she was the one who sought them out, she was the one who asked, she was the one who spread it and faced the consequence.

But, sure, let's agree she had no control over how her life was flipped turned upside down. Since then, after making the only choices available to her, she now has options, and she has those options because of the trust and kindness of those around her. Her uncle forced her to get up out of her funk and do something, its because of him that she is a ship navigator now. Her commanding officer promoted her to shipmaster, it's because of him she has authority and has gained more confidence in her decisions. Things like that!

She wants to use her pact for good, and through the help of others, she has the opportunity, and she is taking it. She doesn't always have free reign - she never does, really, and the actions of the forces arrayed against them constrain her options - but she fights for the chance to make choices. After taking her failings lying down, she stands up.

For Florian de Kasimir, he doesn't feel like he ever had control. For him, the 'loss' happened so young (8 or so) that he never really had an opportunity to exert control over his life. And, unlike Naielle, the incident was not something of his own creation - it was a misunderstanding, it was lies, etc. But because of that, he lost authority over himself in a way that he thinks he still doesn't have.

He believes that his entire life has been at someone else's hands - his parents, the people who lied about him, his commanders in the army, the king. Hell, even the woman who hired him for this quest he's on. And he responds to this by using it as a justification for his own failings. Oh, I'm not smart? well thats not my fault. Oh, I'm an asshole? well its not my fault. At the start, he isn't responsible for anything in his life.

But that has slowly shifted. Because previously, his actions only really interfered with his own life. If he'd been caught with fisstech while travelling alone, it's only his own life derailed (typical). But after her boss found out about it, the party doctor was made to carry the fisstech, and now, well... that means someone else is on the hook for his situation, isn't it? The fact this is the first time he's travelled with a group for a long span of time helps him slowly realise that, ah. Even if he doesn't have control over his own life - does he? - his actions do impact others.

And that forces him to shape up a bit. That if for noone else but the others he'll make an attempt. He'll fight vainly against the fate arranged for him from on high, if others want him to. He'll approach it like that.

For Zimri Maier, it's a little more complicated, because they aren't sure when they lost control due to amnesia. Is the amnesia the loss of control? Or did something shift earlier, and they don't remember?

It's not really angsty for them, though. Because for Zimri, they don't really care about that past loss - they have some authority now, don't they? - it's about the why of it. Zimri is driven forward by wanting to understand why this has happened to them, how.

This is because there are two questions they don't have the answers to. Why did they leave their home in Lepidstadt for Thrushmoor? And why did they close their bookshop, when that was one of their life goals?

They aren't really sure what they want the answers to those questions to be. Maybe they want it to be something out of their control - family tragedy forcing them to move on, bankruptcy forcing a closure, etc - so that they can look back and feel comfort that they didn't make these decisions that seem so foolish and nonsensical in hindsight. Maybe it'd be more comforting to know they weren't responsible. But if they are? If those were choices made with full clarity, by choice? What would that mean? A self reflection on what that makes them, who it means they became - or is it have become? Is it a rare chance to see a road taken and its dangers, to learn from those mistakes? Who knows.

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐁𝐘𝐀𝐊 ✮ FLORIAN WIRTZ

summary. it’s kind of pathetic the way the two of you always come crawling back to each other.

warnings. emotional warfare. florian is down bad. light smut but heavy feelings. florian is lowkey pathetic in this. 18+

gabri speaks! unfortunately i am a florian girlie. anyways i’m back! heavily inspired by byak by alvaro diaz ft. rauw alejandro.

THE CROWD GROANS as florian hits the crossbar for the second time that night. the camera man makes sure to zoom in on him as his hands go up in frustration. florian stares at the goalkeeper in disbelief as he runs back into his position. another missed chance, another bad rating, another night of him stressing himself out. if there was one person in all of germany that night happy about his performance it was you.

your relationship with the player was controversial, what was once a promising relationship had turned sour, and quickly. the two of you had mutually decided that a committed relationship wasn’t in the cards for either of you. it had grown toxic to the point where you’d flirt with his teammates on purpose to provoke him which worked because you’d always end up in his bed and never in a foreign room. in fact you couldn’t quite remember when was the last time you had hooked up with anyone else.

meanwhile the brunette found himself staring at his phone on the ride home. chatter and music filled the team bus yet only one thing clouded his mind, did you watch the match? he was hoping a teasing message of yours would already be in his notifications, and when he saw there’s wasn’t one he sighed. as his teammates argued over their errors and mistakes he couldn’t help opening the messages between the two of you. the countless deleted messages and hidden pictures as well as the timed ones made him remember the many nights the two of you would spend on the phone.

the sound of your voice filled his head and when he saw you were online he immediately turned off his phone. was it possible you had finally gotten tired of your messed up relationship?

“bro, are you okay?” kai asked seeing the state his teammate was in. florian’s leg was bouncing and his demeanor had changed dramatically.

“i’m fine, thanks.” he offered him a curt smile before staring out the window again.

he wasn’t fine, he was far from fine, in fact he felt worse than he did after missing the goal. he’s not sure why but as soon as the team arrives back to the hotel he’s on his way to your flat. he makes a quick stop at the chinese place the two of you like beforehand making sure he doesn’t show up empty handed. it was already pathetic enough that he was showing up past midnight he could at least make up an excuse with the food.

he hopes the black hoodie he wore is enough to hide his identity from bystanders. although with all the pacing he does outside your hallway he hopes no one thinks he’s a robber. as he adjusts his hoodie he can’t help but think, why am i so nervous? after all it’s not the first time he knocks on your door at these hours.

“do you hate me?” is the first thing you hear as you open the door.

you study his frame and notice his disheveled hair and the training kit from the national team. you’ve never seen him so disorganized and upset — if that was the right word to use — you were amused. as his face grows concerned with your lack of answer you notice the takeout he has in his hands. the poor guy was either desperate or he had lost his mind. both of which could be true.

“what the fuck florian?” you look at him weird as you question him.

“you didn’t text me today.” he says as if that simple sentence answered your question.

“so what? i don’t text you every other week and you never show up at my apartment with food. what’s going on?” you’re even more confused than before.

“you always text me after a game.” he tries to explain like it’s the most logical thing ever.

you can’t help the half scoff and half laugh you let out. he couldn’t be serious right now. was he seriously at your apartment past midnight because he was freaking out over a message?

“okay seriously you need to get a girlfriend you’re starting to creep me out.” you joke.

“you say that while you’re wearing my jersey.” he l doesn’t even need you to turn around to know that you were wearing the leverkusen jersey he had gifted you months ago.

there’s a moment of silence between the two of you it’s entrancing. you stare at him and realize he’d made his way over to you immediately after the game. all because he was waiting for your message. meanwhile there’s something about you wearing his jersey for casually that makes you all more enchanting to him. there’s a mutual look between the two of you and in the blink of an eye his hands are on your waist, yours on his jaw, and his lips are on yours.

it’s poetic really the way he closes your door as he pushes you into your apartment and drops the takeout on your coffee table in the process. your hands already digging into his hair and his hold you tight as he carried you into your room. it’s all muscle memory. the darkness of your bedroom adds to the feeling of having him so close to you again.

“i think i-” he pauses not wanting to be so vulnerable in this predicament but you know what he wants to say. you freeze.

“florian you know i can’t. it didn’t work out the first time. i can’t do it again.” you grab his jaw making sure the two of you are making eye contact. his brown eyes captivate yours.

“i can’t either but i can’t live without you.” he whispers the end. “it will always be you.”

you drag his hand towards the waistband of your shorts. it would always be him too. the only person that consumed your every thoughts and the only person you were worried about getting hurt was him. always. you look into his eyes as he drags his fingers to your core and sigh as he begins to tease you. he’s also the only man you fantasize about.

“promise?” you ask him.

the moonlight barely allows you to see him fully but you catch the smirk on his face. the same one that had captivated you years ago at the bar. his fingers are so close to your needy hole. you can’t help but audibly gasp as he inserts them inside you causing an illicit groan from him. your nails dig into his shoulders as he starts fucking you with his digits. meanwhile he kisses you from your collarbone to your neck.

“i promise.” he whispers against your ear.

he pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly helping you reach your high. it was only fair you were treated right. it was small details like this that had you wondering why the two of you couldn’t just commit to each other. you’re distracted as he leaves marks on your neck and his fingers curve inside you. you can’t help the loud moans that leave your mouth as you reach your high. your hands dig into the sheets as you come around his fingers.

he continues kissing you as he begins to take his hoodie off. you’re quick to stop him before he begins undressing himself.

“do i need to remind you that you didn’t score today? you’re not getting any tonight.” you adjust your shorts.

“so you did watch the game then.” he wraps his arms around you pulling you closer to him.

“i always do.” you whisper as you cuddle into him.

that’s how you spend the rest of the night, snuggled into his body as it rains outside. it’s quite an intimate moment shared between the two of you. you’re not quite sure if you should be worried or content with the turn your relationship with florian took. you decide it’s rather late and with the way he holds you you don’t think much more. after all he promised and while you knew florian was many things he was not an oath breaker.