#liebe den take

[onyx-stuff]

"Weil sie eben immer noch seine Mama ist."😭

Adam und Heide

Oder warum die Rückkehr in den Bunker die richtige Entscheidung war

Wie man das halt so macht, habe ich in den letzten Tagen die Spatort-Filme laufen lassen, habe darüber sinniert, und bin zu dem Schluss gekommen, dass ich die Entscheidung, Adam zurück in den Bunker ziehen zu lassen, wahnsinnig gut finde.

Nach Kälte der Erde hatte ich eine Reaktion, die vermutlich die der meisten entspricht: Wtf? Warum tut er das? Nach allem, was er da durchmachen musste... 

Denn Adam hat viel durchgemacht. Wir sehen, wie er in seiner Kindheit bzw. Jugend dort unter seinem Vater gelitten hat. Wir sehen, wie Roland mit den Psychospielchen weitermacht, kaum dass er aus dem Krankenhaus entlassen wurde. Und wir sehen natürlich auch, wie Roland Adam dort foltert und ihn zwingt dabei zuzusehen, wie er sich selbst tötet. 

Welcher vernünftige Mensch würde also an diesen Ort zurückkehren? 

Das ist der eine Punkt. Der andere rührt eher aus der Trauer, dass Adam nicht bei Leo wohnt oder zumindest auf dessen Couch haust.

Ja, ich weiß. Die eigentliche Erklärung ist vermutlich, dass es aus filmtechnischen Gründen einfacher war Adam in den Bunker zu stecken, als noch eine Location für seine Wohnung - oder Leos Couch - zu scouten. Nein, der SR hat sich sicher nicht so viele Gedanken gemacht. Aber auch aus anderen Blickwinkeln ist es eine spannende Entscheidung für Adams Entwicklung und vor allem die Entwicklung der Beziehung zu seiner Mutter.

1 - Heide als Opfer von Missbrauch und häuslicher Gewalt

Wir wissen nicht genau, was Heide unter Roland erleiden musste. Aber persönlich denke ich es ist wahrscheinlich, dass auch sie misshandelt wurde - mindestens emotional, vermutlich auch physisch.

Die Grenze zwischen Mittäterin/Mitwisserin, jemandem, der Adam nicht geholfen hat, und einem weiteren Opfer von Gewalt sind also fließend.

Nun habe ich zum Glück nur selten direkt mit häuslicher Gewalt oder Missbrauch zu tun, aber Adam ist Polizist. Er hat eine ganz andere Ausbildung erfahren - zusätzlich zu seinen eigenen Erfahrungen als Opfer - die ihm eine besondere Sicht auf die Dinge verleihen. Und wir wissen seit seiner ersten Szene in dfL, dass er Mitgefühl mit Opfern zeigt und sie auf unorthodoxe Weise zu schützen versucht.

Ich denke also, dass es nicht zu weit hergeholt ist, dass Adam seine Mutter nicht mehr primär als Mittäterin oder Mitwisserin sieht, sondern nach Jahren des Abstands vor allem als ein weiteres Opfer, dem es zu helfen gilt.

Darum war es für mich auch nie überraschend, dass er in HdW kaum Widerstand leistet, als Heide ihn bittet, nach Hause zu kommen. Ja, dass er in KdE ganz zurück in den Bunker zieht war nicht abzusehen, aber ich kann mit mittlerweile sehr gut vorstellen, dass Heide nicht lange fragen musste, um nicht wieder 15 Jahre alleine zu sein.

2 - Sie ist seine Mutter

Beziehungen sind in der Regel nur selten schwarz und weiß. In den meisten Fällen sind sie vielschichtig und durchzogen von Bunt und Grau. Auch misshandelnde und vernachlässigende Eltern sind nicht zu 100% der Zeit schlecht. Ja, diese Momente prägen stark und stehen im Kontrast zum Hintergrund alltäglichen Graus, aber sie machen eben nicht alle Erinnerungen aus.

Ein bisschen ist es meiner Meinung nach schon zu sehen - bzw. Zu hören - wenn Adam Roland in seinem Flashback mit „Papa“ anfleht. Natürlich kann das daher kommen, dass Roland diesen Namen verlangt hat, aber es ist auch nicht von der Hand zu weisen, dass es vielleicht mal eine Zeit gab, in der Adam seinen Vater geliebt hat, so schwer das auch vorstellbar ist.

Auch wenn Adams Gefühle hinsichtlich Roland ganz sicher nicht mehr von Zuneigung geprägt und sicher nicht sehr zwiegespalten sind, muss das bei Heide nicht der Fall sein.

(Das ist ein Punkt, den Menschen mit einer guten Beziehung zu ihren Elternteilen nur selten verstehen und der sich mindestens so verwirrend anfühlt, wie er sich erklären lässt.)

Wir wissen nicht, wie Heide mit Adam als Kind war. Aber wir sehen, wie sie mit ihm als Erwachsener ist: Sie umarmt ihn ohne zu zögern, sobald sie ihn erkennt. Sie erinnert sich an Leo, berichtet ihm von der einen Sache, von der sie weiß, dass sie Adam am Herzen liegt. Sie versucht ihm zögerlichen Trost zu spenden, sich zu entschuldigen. Sie lehnt sich sogar gegen Roland auf. 

Es ist nicht viel, vielleicht ist es nicht genug, aber es reicht um sich vorzustellen, wie Heide mit Adam als Kind umgegangen ist. Wie sie sich um seine Verletzungen gekümmert und dabei über Leo gesprochen hat. Wie sie ihm Essen zugesteckt hat, wenn Roland ihn eigentlich hungern lassen wollte. 

Sie ist seine Mama. Und auch wenn es blöd und für manch einen unverständlich klingt, sind diese stillen Momente viel wert und sorgen vielleicht auch mit 30 noch dafür, dass Adam nach Hause kommen will - gerade wenn er in seinem Leben andere Sorgen hat (Leo, das Geld, Boris).

3 - Heilung

Ich glaube einen Teil dieses Punktes, habe ich auch in anderen Erklärungen schon gelesen, weil er doch sehr naheliegend ist: Adam zieht zurück in den Bunker, um sich seiner Vergangenheit zu stellen und sich Roland gegenüber zu behaupten. Falls die Filmschaffenden sich mehr dabei gedacht haben, dann würde ich fast darauf wetten, dass sie es genau so erklären, warum Adam zurück in den Bunker zieht.

Persönlich denke ich aber, es könnte noch mehr dahinter stecken. Ich würde es gerne als gemeinsames Heilen verstehen.

In den ersten Filmen ist Heide einfach nur grau. Sie verschmilzt in manchen Szenen so sehr mit dem Betongrau des Bunker, dass es mehr als einen Rewatch braucht um zu sehen, dass sie überhaupt da ist. Sie hat keine erkennbare Persönlichkeit, spricht kaum und protestiert nicht. Sie hat 15 Jahre darauf gewartet, dass ihr Mann aus dem Koma aufwacht oder dass ihr Sohn zurückkommt und als es passiert, scheint sie nicht sonderlich viel damit anfangen zu können.

Wie bereits vorhin gesagt wissen wir nicht, wie es Heide unter Roland ging, aber Vermutung legt nahe, dass auch sie misshandelt wurde. Sie muss nicht nur selbst heilen, jetzt, da Roland tot ist. Auch seine Beziehung mit ihr zu kitten kann für Adam ein Schritt sein, mit seiner Kindheit abzuschließen.

Dass heißt nicht, dass alles vergeben und vergessen ist. Ein Teil von Adam wird vermutlich immer wütend sein, dass sie nichts unternommen hat. Das misshandelte Kind in sich wird er nie los werden können. Aber er kann ihm nach Jahrzehnten vielleicht endlich die liebevolle Mutter geben, die es schon immer verdient hat und die vielleicht - in ihrem eigenen Heilungsprozess - auch genau das für ihn sein will.

Ich muss an Heide und die Yogamatte denken, an das Orangefarbene Kleid und die neue Frisur in KdE und der Gedanke, dass Adam in den Bunker zieht, scheint plötzlich ganz und gar nicht mehr abwegig. Er scheint eher wie der nächste Schritt auf dem langen Weg, das Monster Roland in der Vergangenheit zu lassen und die wichtigen Dinge in der Gegenwart zu reparieren. 

Und die Sache ist die: Diesen Ballast abzuwerfen, kann Adam nur helfen. 

Also ja. Nach vielem Gerede und noch mehr Denken, scheint mir Adams Handeln plötzlich sonnenklar und ich jubele ihm zu, dass er diesen Schritt geht und sich nicht nur den Erinnerungen im Bunker stellt, sondern auch dem damit verbundenen Heilungsprozess und der vermutlich ambivalenten Beziehung zu seiner Mutter. 

Und Leos Couch rückt ja deswegen nicht in weite Ferne. Sie ist immer noch da und lädt sicher zum Kuscheln ein, wenn es irgendwann mal besser geht.

[felixstark]

Boris Aljinovic als Felix Stark im Tatort "Gegen den Kopf", 2013

[callsignserpent]

🇦🇹 König x Medic Reader Headcanons 🇦🇹

The whole ordeal was meant to start out innocently, believe it or not.

This giant boi had come walking into the medical bay after one particularly tough mission, sporting multiple lacerations across one arm and his face, along with a few bruises.

The way he'd sat there quietly as he waited for his turn, grumbling to himself in German, something about how he "doesn't need the hospital".

But when it was finally his turn and he'd seen you? Oh, this man was a goner, from the very beginning.

It was like a switch had been flicked, his whole demeanor changing in a snap.

Grumbling, stubborn 6'8" Austrian now becomes quiet, curiously observant patient.

"How did you get these?" you'd asked, gesturing to the cuts visible beneath the torn sections of his shirt.

"Die Mission verlief nicht gut", he'd simply responded in German, shrugging like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You'd been with KorTac long enough to have picked up several fluent phrases here and there, so you sort of understood him. Kind of.

You'd told him you needed to clean the cuts and bruises, and like a good soldier, he'd sat there and taken it, only wincing once, when you'd gone to clean the cut along the edge of his jawline, visible beneath the torn, ragged section of his sniper hood.

"Es tut mir Leid..." you'd hastily apologized.

The utter look of shock that passed over König's face when he heard you speak his native tongue-!

"Du sprichst Deutsch?" he'd grunted, trying not to crack a smile, to which you'd nodded and held up a finger and thumb inches apart, indicating you spoke just a little.

He'd seemed almost thoughtfully quiet after that, sitting and watching you as you worked.

Once you were done, König had seemed almost.. disappointed? ...that the time had gone by too quickly.

You'd dismissed him quietly with a gentle smile, telling him he was welcome back any time if he needed something.

And you better believe this man took those words to heart, quite literally.

Because not even three days later, he was back again, this time for just a small series of scrapes he'd sustained along the backs of his knuckles, presumably from a tussle with someone else.

"Ich würde den anderen Kerl ungern sehen, ja?" you'd joked in broken German, upon which König had accidentally cracked a grin beneath his hood, before he'd corrected himself.

"Your German is getting better, maus..." he'd answered, his tone unusually soft that day.

The answering blush in your face that little nickname had produced, that was a look König would picture several times in his head later that night.

From that point on, he would make it his mission to call you cute little nicknames like "maus", "liebling", "meine lieb"...

He'd also make it a point to try and find some excuse or another to see you throughout the week.

"Colonel, it's just mild allergies."

"Colonel, you're not bleeding, it's fine. Nein, you don't need stitches. Ja, I'm sure."

To which he'd insist "König. Und ja, it'll get better faster if you look at it, liebling, bitte?"

Everyone on KorTac's base eventually noticed how their Colonel had become a frequent flyer to the infirmary, their hushed whispers sometimes being overheard.

"Surely he can't be getting hurt that often?" "Is he clumsy, or is it on purpose?" "Maybe it's just bad luck...?"

Little did they all know, you were the real reason he kept showing up.

You yourself were sort of oblivious the first couple of times, until you eventually caught on.

König would even wait until your shift was done for the day, trying to appear casual as he leaned against the doorway to the infirmary, having to duck down a little due to his monstrous height.

Sometimes he'd bring you little gifts too, little things you could keep at your work station, or take back to barracks with you.

(The little stuffed brown bear dressed in a nurse's uniform was your pride and joy, always sat on display at your desk.)

On a more serious note, there was only ever one time he had scared the living shit out of you, when he had gotten really hurt.

A few of KorTac's best had been sent out on a mission, and König had been among them. When he'd gotten back, it was... bad.

You'd never seen so much blood in your life, and you weren't even sure half of it was actually his.

You'd spent that entire night (and the next) looking after him, surviving off coffee and pure adrenaline just to stay awake for him.

And when he'd finally opened his eyes a day later, even his badly torn sniper hood couldn't hide the soft grin that lit up this man's face.

"Mein liebling, sie sind hier?"

The light swat you'd given him, combined with the way your eyes shone with unshed tears, his gaze would soften so fast.

"I thought I was gonna lose you, Kö..."

"Nein, meine kleine maus, Ich würde dich zu sehr vermissen." came his gentle reply.

From that point on, the two of you were nearly inseparable; wherever you went, he would follow, and vice versa.

It would eventually reach the point where if anyone would try and mess with you, they'd very quickly be warned not to fuck with "the Colonel's girl".

You'd rather liked the sound of that, perhaps a little more than you should.

Being König's favorite person, that wasn't so bad.. right?

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[ayu-stuff]

"Ich liebe dich, Mama" (part 1)

A few years ago, traveling with your husband meant enjoying mojitos at the beach, having nice dinners while wearing your sexiest outfits and, of course, endless nights of loud hotel fucking. You'd traveled a lot, you two. Both in your 30s, both childless and having high-wage jobs, it was easy to discover the world. Both of you traveling from Maldives to Greece, from the Bahamas to Italy. That all changed, though, when he met Clara, the German intern at his office... Now your new Mommy. As bratty as any 21-year-old would be, she's made your whole last year a nightmare. A PEGI-3 nightmare, though: infantilizing diaper changes combined with mushy feedings and early bedtimes wearing thick fabric onesies. A dream come true. Or, at least, her dream come true.

And now she'd managed to make him pay for a week in Berlin for the three of you. Just like a little family! They'd been granted some holidays, and you, of course, had given up work on his command months ago. It was difficult losing your 150k salary in exchange for a lifelong sentence to diapers, but you wanted to make Daddy happy so much. And Clara was more than happy to take up the same position you gave up.

Last night, they'd made you drink a whole coffee cup before bed so that your risen anxiety levels forced you to remain awake. This was so you would hear the whole pounding your ex-husband gave her through the night. Now you're still awake, dying from the insomnia and sitting in a stupid baby travel crib the hotel staff had set up on Daddy's demand.

Yesterday, the German receptionist, who was probably in her late teens, nearly died from laughing her ass off when you three checked in. It was clear the childish crib was for the overgrown toddler who was strapped to the stroller, Clara's youngest cousin had just outgrown before the trip. The bulging diapers peeking out from your colorful leggings and your bright pink paci helped her understand the situation. She even gifted you a lollipop! How nice of her.

"Was für ein süßes Baby du bist! Ich bin mir sicher, dass Mama und Papa hier die bestmögliche Lösung für dich gefunden haben, indem sie uns um die schönste Wiege der Welt für ihr kleines Baby gebeten haben. So wirst du später die Erwachsenen nicht stören! [What a cute baby you are! I'm sure that Mommy and Daddy have found the best solution for you by asking us for the prettiest crib on Earth for their little baby. That way, you won't be bothering the grown-ups later!]" She'd told you, giggling while slightly squatting down to talk to you. It was clear to her and everyone else that you hadn't understood a thing. You wanted to cry.

"Awww. Du verstehst micht nicht, oder? [Awww. You can't understand me, right?]", she went on. "Nein, die kann kein Deutsch. Genauso wie jedes Neugeborenes, HAHAHA! [No, she doesn't speak German. Just like every newborn, HAHAHA!]", Clara helped you out. Or at least, you thought she was helping you out... "Die ist wirklich mega süß. Und hast du den Geruch gemerkt? Sie scheint, ein Boom-Boom gemacht zu haben... [She is really super cute. And have you noticed the smell? It seems she made a boom-boom...]", Mommy told her. You blushed so badly when you recognized the word Boom-boom. They were talking about your diapers! "Echt? Macht sie wirklich das? WOW. Wie alt ist sie aber? [No way! Does she really do that?. WOW. But how old is she?]". "Jawohl. Ein komplett geschissenes Baby. Unglaublich peinlich HAHAHA [Of course. A completely shitty baby. Incredibly pathetic HAHAHA]. And tell her, sweetie. She wants to know your age! The real one." Both girls couldn't stop cackling when you said 34. Daddy, who hadn't understood but this, smiled at the realization that they were bullying you in a foreign language, adding playfully that you're still learning to talk like a big girl.

Is any language not foreign for a stupid baby, though?

And that was just the beginning. The baby crib was, indeed, incredibly pathetic. Unglaublich peinlich. They forced you in straightaway for what they knew was the best discipline they could inflict on you: a poopy nap. God, you hated poopy naps. They made you feel just like a fucking newborn. Genauso wie jedes Neugeborenes... And so they left you rot in your mess while they had a romantic Berlin dinner. They told you they'd be so proud of their little baby if you humped your mess while in the crib, but you are a grown-up woman, for God's sake. You had never done that and would never do that!

They were back a few hours later. It was late already, and you were so fucking hungry... You had only been fed some mushed peas in the airport's nursing area, under the ruthless scrutiny of some teen moms who also needed to microwave their infants' bibs. "Unglaublich. Die sieht wie meine Mutter aus, muss aber gefüttert werden wie mein kleiner Jonas hier. [Incredible. This woman could be my mother, but she needs to be fed like my little Jonas here]", you heard one say to herself while taking a toddler to the bathroom. To which your Mommy chimed in, holding your bib: "Tja, ich weiß, es ist ein bisschen weird, guck mal aber ihr Lätzchen! Ist sie nicht die allerhübschte Prinzessin? Ich glaub' schon! Wie alt ist dein Kleiner? Er kann stolz darauf sein, schon potty-trained zu sein, nicht wie Missy hier [Yes, I know, it's somewhat weird... but look at her bib! Is she not the prettiest princess ever? I think so! And how old is your little one? He can be proud to be already potty-trained, not like Missy here...]". Clara was showing her the waistband of your pampers. You couldn't take it anymore. "HAHAHA sorry was??? Die trägt Windeln noch??? Das muss mega peinlich sein. Jonas hier ist 2 Jahre alt und weiß, dass nur Baby Wildeln trägen müssen! [HAHAHA sorry what??? She's still wearing diapers? That has to be utterly pathetic. Jonas here is 2 years old and knows that only babies wear diapers]". They were talking about that fucking tot. It was certain they were comparing both little babies with each other... Fuck off. And just when you tried to reply, she stuffed your mouth with your always so convenient pacifier. Their chat was going to take time, apparently. And it did. The mother shared tips with your mommy on all the ways she took care of her two year old... after all, you just weren't there yet.

Anyway, last night you were hungry as hell when they opened the room door. Both of them clearly love drunk, a little tipsy, and you saw a pack of condoms in his left hand. He was probably squeezing her butt cheek with the left one, but that you couldn't see from the silly crib. And you didn't dare to get up, which was perhaps the perfect proof you belonged there. You could see that she was holding a McDonald's bag along with a big cup of coffee, though.

And here comes your Daddy. "Well, sweetie, how was your afternoon? God, it stinks in here. We'll change you right away, don't worry. But tell us: don't you have a gift for us? We were talking about how delightful it would be to find a nice, big cummy in your poopy diapers. Will we find one? Were you a good girl while we were out? I'm sure you were". Your Mommy was radiant, snickering to your reaction. "W-what, Dada? I-I.... I didn't wantchu! I-I just... fowgot! I'm sowwy!!", you stuttered through your pacifier.

"Well, that's a shame. Guess we'll throw away this Big Mac, then. No grown-up food for stupid toddlers. We'll stick to changing you. Then it's bath time for you and back in your crib. This coffee will make your tummy all rumbly so you'll learn your lesson. Daddies are to be listened to."

You shouted. Kicked. Screamed. The travel crib creaked and Daddy had to lift you up in a rush. After a well deserved spanking and your change -you could feel the utterly humiliating diaper rash all over your butt cheeks-, you behaved like an angel during bath time. After, you didn't even complain when they made you guzzle a full baby bottle of black coffee for dinner. Perfect for your weak stomach.

Back in your childish crib, wearing only your diapers, you were so humbled you didn't even react to Daddy's remarks about your "baby fat". He used to go crazy for your big, juicy udders, whereas now he just sees them as two unenticing balls of fat. "In German, we call that 'Babyspeck', love. That's what she has hanging up there. She's just a big, chubby baby!!! Why would she need sexy tits, like mine?

But now it's beddy byes for you, sweetie. Das Baby braucht Schlaf, sonst wird sie mürrisch... [The baby needs sleep, or she'll get cranky...] Awww. Do you want to learn some German? You were soo cute today, all lost in the big world... Repeat after me. No, don't take out your paci, it'll be cuter this way.

Ich-li-e-be-dich-Ma-ma."

"Ischiebesish, Mamma". You thought at this point you couldn't blush anymore.

"Again. I am Mama, you know? It means 'I love you, Mommy'. And don't you love Mama?? Ich liebe dich, Mama!"

"Ich wiebe wich, Mama!"

"Awwwww", cooed both Mommy and Daddy. "Now try to get some sleep, kiddo. You'll need it".

The morning after...

"Good morning, sweetie. Awww. Still blushing?? Your Daddy really makes me moan, you know... Well, as if you hadn't heard us from down there...".

To be continued...

[kurishiri]

95k bonus . . . Liebe geht durch den Magen

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ warning ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ none; it’s really just vogel being silly! hope you’re ready for the dari, nica, and ring galore, hehe.

Kate: A tea party with all of the members of Vogel…?

Victor: Mhm, it seems like all of them have taken an interest in you. So they asked for a chance to speak with you.

Kate: Well, seeing as I’m the only one who isn’t Cursed, I guess it makes sense they would hold an interest.

Victor: Indeed. …How would you like to answer? It’s completely up to you.

V: …However, both parties hold their own secrets.

V: And we do often take care of them, seeing as they are diplomatic guests.

V: Should there be anything making you anxious, or you feel even slightly you don’t want to do this, or anything of the sort, then you are always free to turn them dow—

Kate: …Victor. I will attend the tea party.

Victor: Wait, really? Are you sure?

Kate: Since they have come here to deepen relations between the organizations, turning down an opportunity like this wouldn’t leave a good impression, I’d imagine.

K: And besides, I would like to be of some use to you and Crown, for extending such hospitality to me.

When I expressed my honest feelings, Victor’s expression softened in turn.

Victor: I’m grateful for your honesty. Well then, it’s about time I give them a response.

V: Ahh, but… I’ll have Roger listen in from nearby, so if something happens you can just give a shout, okay?

V: No matter the time and place, I’ll come running.

After Victor’s words resonated in my heart, several days passed——

Darius: Thank you for accepting our invitation, miss fairytale keeper.

D: Did you perhaps prepare everything on this table?

Lined up on the table was filled to the brim with snacks, causing Darius to blink.

Kate: Victor and I prepared them. We were hoping it would be nice if you could eat these…

K: And that we can be on more friendly terms as we’re chatting like this.

Ring: You want to be on more friendly terms with the ones who might kill you? I don’t see the point?

Kate: …Gh.

Nica: Riiing, now don’t go saying gruesome things like that. You’ll bother the Spatzi.

N: So sorry about that? Ring is a Jungfrau [1] who tends to get a bit more nervous around cute girls.

Wearing an amiable smile as he faced me, Nika lifted the heavy air around us.

Kate: Jung…?

Ring: Y-you don’t have to ask what it is! …And also, it’s not like I’m nervous.

R: But, I won’t deny… that you are… cute…

He was simply cautious around me; it was not as though he was really doing me any harm for now.

…Even so, though, I myself had become ever so slightly anxious.

(The members of Vogel are also Cursed, if I recall, right…)

(If they had such intentions, they could easily take my life.)

The fear that I had first felt when I started working for Crown started to paint over my heart, when…

Darius: …Are you nervous, by any chance?

Donning a childlike innocence, Darius looked into my face.

Kate: Ah… umm…

Darius: Well, well… if we did possess a strong ability much like Sir Rex…

D: I wouldn’t blame you for feeling powerless even while simply conversing.

D: But you can relax around us. My ability will not kill you.

D: ——In fact, there is absolutely no way it will. Okay?

Nica: Oh, me and my brother’s abilities aren’t really harmful too.

N: That said, it can probably make you feel really good and maybe make you feel a bit fuzzy, but that’s actually a good thing, isn’t it?

Kate: R-right…

(Just what ability does that entail…?)

Although I still held my doubts, I knew that their abilities didn’t pose a danger to my life, which ebbed my fear.

Darius: Now then, now that you know we mean you no harm, how about we partake in these?

With Darius’ encouragement, Ring quickly reached out to a cake in front of him.

Ring: Mm…! This is really good.

Taking large bites, the cake was gone before I knew it, and Ring then reached out for another snack.

Nica: Geez, Ring, why are you just taking whatever’s in front of you? Pick the ones that especially look good.

While saying so, Nica reached for a baked pastry diagonal of him.

Nica: I recognize this shape. Isn’t this from the high-class bakery near the castle?

Kate: I’m surprised you know of it! That shop——

Nica: Mn… hm? It’s good, but did it really come from that shop?

Kate: Well, what I wanted to say was that shop’s pastry shapes were the inspiration for these homemade sweets.

That said, this time, Victor and I did make our rounds around a variety of bakeries, and put this together.

And I tried to make homemade pastries here at the castle that were freshly made or were hard to obtain.

Nica: They’re ‘homemade’? So they’re basically cheap foods, in which case I don’t want any.

Kate: Eh—

Nica: Here, Ring, say ‘ahh.’

Nica pushed his half eaten pastry into Ring’s mouth.

Ring: Mn… this is also really good…

When he was eating it, Nica said it was ‘good,’ but maybe he’s actually not good with homemade pastries…?

Darius: Hey, miss fairytale keeper, this is Baumkuchen [2], isn’t it?

This time, Darius called out to me while pulling on my sleeve.

Kate: That’s right. We figured since you’re here, we could prepare some German pastries… or that’s what Victor said.

Darius: Ho-oh…

Darius used a knife to lightly cut a slice before he carried it to my mouth.

Darius: Here, have a bite?

Kate: Mn… mmm, it’s really fluffy and delicious!

Darius: I’m glad to hear. Then it’s my turn.

With layers of the Baumkuchen spilling, Darius brought it to his mouth.

Darius: Mm, it’s delicious. …But, I take it it’s not something made in most of England. So where did you get this?

Kate: Actually, while I was racking my head on how to make Baumkuchen…

K: Victor made a gadget that could make it.

In order to make a delicious Baumkuchen by the tea party, I practiced baking it day in and day out.

…I feel that I can keep the fact that for some time the castle’s snacks consisted of nothing but Baumkuchen to myself.

Darius: He made a whole gadget just for this? Hmm… he’s quite strange, I’d say.

Kate: I can’t argue with that… but I’m sure it’s just that he was happy.

K: Happy that you guys, who are also Cursed, have come to England——or rather, to Crown.

Darius: …The pleasure is ours. I’m delighted at how warmly we’re treated here.

D: I do like the Baumkuchen, so do make it again sometime.

Kate: Alright!

I was so glad he liked it that I gave an immediate answer, but…

(Making it is quite time consuming and requires skill… but I’ll try my best.)

Nica: This topic’s all well and good, but what I really want to hear about the Spatzi [3] herself.

N: You know, like what fragrances you like, or which types of guys you fancy, that kind of thing… what about you, Ring?

Ring: Mngh…!? U-uhm…

R: ………M-maybe, like, which color of the sky she most likes?

Nica: The sophistication’s lacking, I see.

Ring: And what’s the problem with that?

Darius: I do agree with Nika here though. I would also like to get to know you better.

D: But simply asking would be a bore, so how about we play a guessing game?

Nica: So, Ratespiel? Now we’re talking.

Darius: Let’s make it so each person can make a single guess, and until then, we can continue asking questions…

D: Come play with us, why don’t you, miss fairytale keeper?

D: If possible… I would prefer you choose a topic that pertains to yourself.

Kate: Alright, then…

K: Out of the foods on this table, which one is my most favorite?

Darius: Hehe, that’s quite a charming topic? Then let’s start.

Nica: Sounds good to me, though I’d like to propose another twist.

N: The first person to guess the correct answer will be able to ask the Spatzi out on a date. Well, how about it?

Ring: A date…!? [surprised]

Darius: You do make a good point. A competition does call for a prize of sorts… well, miss fairytale keeper? Are you fine with this?

Kate: U-um, I think a date may be a bit——

When I tried to speak up, though, the three of them looked at me, causing my breath to catch in my throat.

Ring was looking at me with a guarded look, as though he were a guard dog who could tear my neck apart with a single order.

Nica was looking at me with a scrutinizing look, as though he was thinking about how to play with a toy.

And Darius was wearing an amiable smile, but his eyes alone were sharp, like that of a predator aiming for its prey——

With the three of them looking at me in their own way, I couldn’t bring myself to disagree, feeling myself surrounded by a heavy air.

Darius: ‘I think a date may be a bit’ what was that now?

Kate: …Nope, never mind. That works for me.

Overwhelmed by the pressure, I could only nod, and Darius returned the gesture with an angelic smile.

Like a signal, the tense atmosphere became more lax.

Darius: Thank you. Then, let the game start.

With that, the tea party proceeded such that Darius, Nika, and Ring asked me questions.

While the discussion occasionally went off track, this peaceful time continued to pass by——

Ring: I got it!

The one who had his answer ready first was Ring.

Darius: A friendly reminder that you only have one chance. If you miss the mark, that will be the end… are you sure you would like to answer?

Ring: Don’t worry, I’m sure of this.

R: The answer is——that fruit before your eyes!

Kate: …Miss.

Ring: Wh…!? I-I see… so it was wrong…

Ring looked a bit despondent at my answer, and though he looked like a guard dog before, in an instant, he looked more like an abandoned puppy,

and I had to desperately fight the urge to say ‘actually, it’s a hit.’

Nica: …Hey, Ring. Mind if I say how you got to your answer?

Ring: ‘How I got to my answer’?

Nica: When you were about to grab that fruit, the Spatzi said ‘go ahead’ to you with a smile and put it on your plate,

N: and so you held a positive association with that fruit, leading you to your answer?

Ring: N-now that you mention it… that might’ve been the case… it was completely unconscious…

Darius: Ahaha, you’re so adorably honest, Ring.

Nica: Well then, it’s about time I guess too. The correct answer is… this chocolate.

N: It’s a bit on the mini side, and it looks cute too, and not to mention the packaging is also intricate. It practically oozes the traits a girl would like.

Kate: Miss.

Nica: Oops, too bad.

As opposed to Ring, who seemed down upon getting his guess wrong, Nika didn’t show any signs of caring, even if he did.

It was as though he knew from the beginning his answer was wrong.

Darius: I would prefer you make a serious guess, or this game will really end up in a bore.

Nica: But I thought long and hard about what girls would like and picked based on that?

N: Besides, this is where a subordinate hands the torch to the master.

Nika gave a smug wink, and Darius shrugged his shoulders in response.

Darius: It seems I bear a great responsibility now. If I’m unable to answer correctly, I’m afraid the little miss fairytale keeper——

D: And Crown as well would be disappointed in me.

Kate: Don’t worry, I won’t be disappointed even if you don’t answer correctly. It’s just a game, after all.

Darius: Hmm, so you believe I won’t get the answer right, is that it?

Kate: That…

(If I’m being completely honest, yes, I did think that.)

(Because the answer to this question is… a bit special.)

Darius: Hehe, seeing you have such low expectations of me makes me want to try my utmost hardest.

D: Alright, I have my answer.

D: I see you were trying not to eat this chocolate cake, right?

D: Because you like it, you saved it for last, I take it. So, my answer is that chocolate cake.

I was about to reply with an immediate ‘miss,’ when he opened his mouth before me.

Darius: …is what a normal person would say, but that would be incorrect.

Kate: Eh…

Darius: The answer to your question is——-

D: ‘Everything here on the table.’

Kate: …That’s a hit.

Ring: A-all of it…!? Is that answer even possible?

Nica: Well, we never established that the said thing had to just be a single thing, so yeah, it’s fully possible.

N: But even so, way to bend the rules there, Spatzi. I didn’t think you had it in you.

N: …You really are an interesting one, aren’t you.

Darius: I did think it was a strange answer, but considering the little miss fairytale keeper’s character, it wasn’t too difficult.

D: Perhaps you thought something like, ‘If I’m preparing something for guests, I would choose the things I believe are the most delicious’… am I right?

Kate: It is as you say…

While consulting with Victor, I chose all of the pastries here.

So, that’s why if I were to choose my most favorite among these, the answer would naturally be ‘everything.’

Kate: It was a bit of an underhanded answer, so I didn’t think you would get it.

Darius: Hehe, but I did. Oh, but, I don’t think it’s underhanded.

D: After all, I take it you thought up of such an answer so that you didn’t have to assign winners and losers, yes?

Kate: Yes, there was also that. Since it was such a fun tea party, I didn’t want to label anyone as winners and losers…

Darius: To see you try to put us on an equal footing without assigning a winner…

D: You truly are sweet to the point it’s cloying… and kind as well.

Ring: B-by the way… will Darius ask her out? O-on a date, that is…!

Darius: Ahh, that nearly slipped my mind. Well, miss fairytale keeper, will you go out on a date with me next time?

Kate: …I will.

I didn’t have much reason to turn him down, and now that I got to talk with them like this, I started to become more interested in the members of Vogel.

(…And going out together with them seems pretty fun too.)

Nica: Okay, then, when you’re done with your date with Dari, let me know, okay? We can plan a date of our own then.

Kate: Eh—

Nica: The prize for the game was the right to ask you out on a date, but there’s no need to hinge something like that on a game, right?

N: Besides, if the answer to the question is ‘everything on the table,’ that would technically make my answer right, too, yeah?

Kate: I… guess so…?

Nica: And you caught my interest too anyway…

N: …Ah, that’s right. Since we’re talking about this, why don’t you invite the Spatzi on a date too, Ring?

Ring: O-on a date…!? I… I’ll pass.

R: …But when you go on your date with Nica and Darius, I’ll tag along behind you guys.

Nica: Wait, why though?

Ring: If she’s around, you’ll let your guards down and lose sight of your surroundings, right?

R: So I’ll cover those bases during your date.

Nica: Ehh…

Darius: Hehe, thank you, Ring.

D: …Hey, miss fairytale keeper. I must say that half a day isn’t nearly enough.

D: Why don’t we take our sweet time chatting on our date, the two of us?

A smile played on Darius’ lips, and I couldn’t look away from his honey-colored eyes.

Just then, I remembered Victor’s words from before I went out.

—— Flashback ——

Victor: Ahh, that’s right, Kate. There’s one thing I should say.

V: If you wish to return to your normal everyday life after this month passes… you mustn’t let your heart get stolen by them.

—— End flashback ——

(It’ll be alright… I think I was able to enjoy this time today when I tried talking to them.)

(This feeling won’t blossom into love. Surely…)

Fin.

will vs darius jude vs nica alfons vs ring

NOTES:

[0] according to our handy google translate, the title of this story, Liebe geht durch den Magen, translates to “love goes through the stomach.” I assume this may reference or be the equivalent to a similar English saying, “the way to one’s heart is through their stomach.”

[1] “virgin” in German nhdkshfds

[2] and here we have a quote from Wikipedia: Baumkuchen is a kind of spit cake from German cuisine. It is also a popular dessert in Japan. The characteristic rings that appear in its slices resemble tree rings, and give the cake its German name, Baumkuchen, which literally translates to “tree cake” or “log cake”.

[3] originally, I had Rotkehlchen, which is like the literal translation for “robin” as far as I know. Spatzi means “sparrow,” but can be used as a term of endearment in the same way the Crown members call Kate “robin” out of endearment. In his collection story event, he mentions that the word he used is German for robin, but it could be localized to something like “it is a German-equivalent term of endearment for robin.” Thanks to @.citrusmornings for providing this link!

END NOTES: did you enjoy this story? because i know i did, haha. i really enjoy all the vogel characters so far; they all have interesting personalities, and they bounce off each other in a fun way as well.

honestly, i’m still trying to sort of get an idea of how i want to sort of translate and write these characters. overall, though, i tried to give darius a more innocent air, with some hints of his nobility, while also having a strong sort of presence. and i tried to capture nica’s sort of casual and flippant (but also clever and sharp) air, which contrasts with how ring gets shy and flustered pretty easily.

i’d love to hear your thoughts!

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[mommywilliamsblogss]

It's really fun being pampered and treated like a princess wearing pretty dresses. Never using the evil potty because you a well diapered. Drinking from a bottle and when it's empty just throw it any old were leaving for your mommy to find it and pick it up . Cry out when you need changed or new a fresh bottle. Being feed is a fun and messy experience even with a bib your mommy will probably have to change you clothes not unless the strip you down to your diaper and feeds you. Then after being feed you usually play or watch cartoons sucking on your binky until you past out where you are taking a nap only to wake ready to go again after you been changed. I love being an adult baby weather it's for an hour or all day i have no worries in the world.

Es macht wirklich Spaß, verwöhnt und wie eine Prinzessin in hübschen Kleidern behandelt zu werden. Benutze nie das böse Töpfchen, nur weil du gut gewickelt bist. Trinke aus einer Flasche und wirf sie, wenn sie leer ist, einfach irgendwo hin, damit deine Mami sie findet und aufhebt. Schreie, wenn du gewickelt werden musst oder eine frische Flasche brauchst. Füttern ist eine lustige und chaotische Erfahrung, sogar mit einem Lätzchen muss deine Mami dich wahrscheinlich umziehen, es sei denn, sie zieht dich bis auf die Windel aus und füttert dich. Nach dem Füttern spielst du normalerweise oder siehst dir Zeichentrickfilme an und nuckelst an deinem Schnuller, bis du einschläfst, nur um nach dem Wickeln aufzuwachen und wieder aufstehen zu können. Ich liebe es, ein erwachsenes Baby zu sein, egal ob für eine Stunde oder den ganzen Tag, ich habe keine Sorgen auf der Welt.

[kvetchlandia]

Todd Webb Poet/Playwright Bertolt Brecht , New Jersey 1946

I

Wirklich, ich lebe in finsteren Zeiten! Das arglose Wort ist töricht. Eine glatte Stirn Deutet auf Unempfindlichkeit hin. Der Lachende Hat die furchtbare Nachricht Nur noch nicht empfangen.

Was sind das für Zeiten, wo Ein Gespräch über Bäume fast ein Verbrechen ist Weil es ein Schweigen über so viele Untaten einschließt! Der dort ruhig über die Straße geht Ist wohl nicht mehr erreichbar für seine Freunde Die in Not sind?

Es ist wahr: Ich verdiene nur noch meinen Unterhalt Aber glaubt mir: das ist nur ein Zufall. Nichts Von dem, was ich tue, berechtigt mich dazu, mich sattzuessen. Zufällig bin ich verschont. (Wenn mein Glück aussetzt, bin ich verloren.)

Man sagt mir: Iß und trink du! Sei froh, daß du hast! Aber wie kann ich essen und trinken, wenn Ich dem Hungernden entreiße, was ich esse, und Mein Glas Wasser einem Verdursteten fehlt? Und doch esse und trinke ich.

Ich wäre gerne auch weise. In den alten Büchern steht, was weise ist: Sich aus dem Streit der Welt halten und die kurze Zeit Ohne Furcht verbringen Auch ohne Gewalt auskommen Böses mit Gutem vergelten Seine Wünsche nicht erfüllen, sondern vergessen Gilt für weise. Alles das kann ich nicht: Wirklich, ich lebe in finsteren Zeiten!

II

In die Städte kam ich zur Zeit der Unordnung Als da Hunger herrschte. Unter die Menschen kam ich zu der Zeit des Aufruhrs Und ich empörte mich mit ihnen. So verging meine Zeit Die auf Erden mir gegeben war.

Mein Essen aß ich zwischen den Schlachten Schlafen legte ich mich unter die Mörder Der Liebe pflegte ich achtlos Und die Natur sah ich ohne Geduld. So verging meine Zeit Die auf Erden mir gegeben war.

Die Straßen führten in den Sumpf zu meiner Zeit. Die Sprache verriet mich dem Schlächter. Ich vermochte nur wenig. Aber die Herrschenden Saßen ohne mich sicherer, das hoffte ich. So verging meine Zeit Die auf Erden mir gegeben war.

Die Kräfte waren gering. Das Ziel Lag in großer Ferne Es war deutlich sichtbar, wenn auch für mich Kaum zu erreichen. So verging meine Zeit Die auf Erden mir gegeben war.

III

Ihr, die ihr auftauchen werdet aus der Flut In der wir untergegangen sind Gedenkt Wenn ihr von unseren Schwächen sprecht Auch der finsteren Zeit Der ihr entronnen seid.

Gingen wir doch, öfter als die Schuhe die Länder wechselnd Durch die Kriege der Klassen, verzweifelt Wenn da nur Unrecht war und keine Empörung.

Dabei wissen wir doch: Auch der Hass gegen die Niedrigkeit Verzerrt die Züge. Auch der Zorn über das Unrecht Macht die Stimme heiser. Ach, wir Die wir den Boden bereiten wollten für Freundlichkeit Konnten selber nicht freundlich sein.

Ihr aber, wenn es soweit sein wird Dass der Mensch dem Menschen ein Helfer ist Gedenkt unsrer Mit Nachsicht.

--

I

Truly, I live in dark times! An artless word is foolish. A smooth forehead Points to insensitivity. He who laughs Has not yet received The terrible news.

What times are these, in which A conversation about trees is almost a crime For in doing so we maintain our silence about so much wrongdoing! And he who walks quietly across the street, Passes out of the reach of his friends Who are in danger?

It is true: I work for a living But, believe me, that is a coincidence. Nothing That I do gives me the right to eat my fill. By chance I have been spared. (If my luck does not hold, I am lost.)

They tell me: eat and drink. Be glad to be among the haves! But how can I eat and drink When I take what I eat from the starving And those who thirst do not have my glass of water? And yet I eat and drink.

I would happily be wise. The old books teach us what wisdom is: To retreat from the strife of the world To live out the brief time that is your lot Without fear To make your way without violence To repay evil with good — The wise do not seek to satisfy their desires, But to forget them. But I cannot heed this: Truly I live in dark times!

II

I came into the cities in a time of disorder As hunger reigned. I came among men in a time of turmoil And I rose up with them. And so passed The time given to me on earth.

I ate my food between slaughters. I laid down to sleep among murderers. I tended to love with abandon. I looked upon nature with impatience. And so passed The time given to me on earth.

In my time streets led into a swamp. My language betrayed me to the slaughterer. There was little I could do. But without me The rulers sat more securely, or so I hoped. And so passed The time given to me on earth.

The powers were so limited. The goal Lay far in the distance It could clearly be seen although even I Could hardly hope to reach it. And so passed The time given to me on earth.

III

You, who shall resurface following the flood In which we have perished, Contemplate — When you speak of our weaknesses, Also the dark time That you have escaped.

For we went forth, changing our country more frequently than our shoes Through the class warfare, despairing That there was only injustice and no outrage.

And yet we knew: Even the hatred of squalor Distorts one’s features. Even anger against injustice Makes the voice grow hoarse. We Who wished to lay the foundation for gentleness Could not ourselves be gentle.

But you, when at last the time comes That man can aid his fellow man, Should think upon us With leniency.

—Bertolt Brecht, "An die Nachgeborenen" (To Those Who Come After), translated by Scott Horton, first published in Brecht's political exile in Svendborg, Denmark, in the Svendborger Gedichte (Svendborg Poems), 1939

[gh0stlyfixation]

Bad memories

Paring: Simon x fem!reader x König

Summary: Simon comes home to you a König but the mission was a bad one causing Simon to get in a mood, he takes it out on you and König puts Simon in his place.

This is kinda based on a fic I read a while ago, however, I can’t remember who wrote it! So if it sounds a little familiar and you know who wrote it please let me know so I can link there’s❤️

I've been in a König and Simon mood lately. I have a few fics coming out from anons for Elijah, Klaus, and Harwin☺️

Warning: mention of PTSD, Simons afraid to lose his loves.

It wasn’t unusual for Simon to come home silent. Usually, a hot shower and dinner would warm him up then he’d be back to your Simon. But something happened during this mission and Simons been cold for days.

König had to reassure you that he wasn’t mad at you when Simon would snap at you for small reasons. König understood PTSD and it’s something Simon was struggling with. No matter how much König tried to get him to open up, Simon would just bark back at him and lock himself in his office. König would hold you close and tell you how amazing you were at the end of the day in bed. Simon wouldn’t join.

It wasn’t too much to handle, Simon would come back on his terms but it took today for König to put Simon back in place when he came home and found you sobbing on the couch and Simon gone. Something bad had happened.

You weren’t sure what tick him off this time. You tried hard to walk around Simon quietly, almost avoiding him. You felt like you were walking around glass, it could break at any moment.

You were washing dishes after cooking lunch, leaving Simon's leftovers in the microwave as you’ve always done. Just because he was treating both you and König like shit, didn’t mean Simon didn’t deserve some love.

You did understand why his mood was shit, how could it be okay after watching team members die, killing people, and barking orders all day long? It made sense but it didn’t make sense that you were the punching bag, not even König received the yelling, he was just ignored.

“What the fuck? I told you not to touch my shit.” Simon yelled coming down the stairs.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“I said that I told you not to move my shit. You moved my gear.” He accused you.

You don’t remember moving anything of his. You haven’t even touched his dirty dishes, König did that. It must’ve been König and you were receiving the blow for it. “I didn’t move shit.” You said back.

“Stop fucking lying. You do this shit all the time. Just fucking leave it alone. Now, where is it?” He yelled.

“I said I didn’t fucking move it.” You replied. Your eyes were getting glossy, frustrated he didn’t believe you and sad he was talking like this to you.

“Fuck!” He yelled, startling you, before storming out the doors.

König came home moments after Simon sped out of the driveway finding you on the couch in tears.

“Meine Liebe, what’s happened?” He asked sitting on the couch and pulling you to his lap. “What did he do?” He asked trying to pry your hands from covering your face. You shook your head no, not wanting him to see how badly Simon has hurt you.

“Was hat der arschloch gemacht?” What did that asshole do? König spat out.

“We got into an argument,” you finally said. Sniffling your tears away. You showed him your wet face and he dried it as much as possible.

“What about?” He questioned.

“Said I moved his gear and that he doesn’t like it when his things get moved. I didn’t move it. He called me a liar and left after screaming. I didn’t move it.” You sniffled, more tears threatening to leak from your eyes.

“Ich bring den um.” I'll kill him. He told you bringing you into a hug. Once you calmed down you sat back up in his lap giving him a peck on the lips.

“I understand why he’s been like this but I don’t understand why I’m getting the blunt end of it. What did I do wrong?” You sadly spoke, lowering your gaze.

“You did nothing Liebe,” he softly spoke. “Why don't you get dressed, and go shopping? I’ll stay here and talk to Simon. This is getting out of hand.” He said standing up, still holding you. You wrapped your legs around him and giggled.

“Dress me?” You asked sweetly. He smiled.

—

You left the house few hours ago, updating König that you were going to use the credit card Simon gave you and “spend all his money because I deserve it.”

“Yes you do Liebling,” darling, he would text back.

König sat in Simon's office at his desk chair. The room was dark with the blackout curtains covering the sun. König was pissed, he was ready to beat the shit out of Simon.

König understood Simon and why he’d be like this, but to treat their precious girl like this? Not happening, he'd put him in his place and then find out the cause.

Simon walks in and turns on the light to see König sitting in his chair. “Wha-,” Simon started before König interrupted him.

“Sit the fuck down.” He spoke up.

Simon immediately sat down, not used to this tone of voice from König, “if it wasn’t for our sweet girl asking me not to beat you, I would. I’m so besoffen. wie konntest du sie so behandeln? Was zum Teufel hat sie dir angetan?” Pissed. How could you treat her like this? What the fuck did she do to you? König yelled. “I thought this would stop after a few days but it's been weeks, Si,” Simon knew he’s made a big mistake when König starts using German.

Simon realizes he’s messed up. He looks at König, a guilty look plastered on his face, “I don’t know how to process it.” Simon admits,. He looks won down, something König hasn't noticed because he's been holding you while you cry.

He suddenly feels guilty he hasnt been helping Simon to feel better. “Process what? What happened?” König asked, his anger now disappearing as Simon finally opens up.

“I saw a mother and her baby get shot. I watched two innocent lives die, for what? Just because the enemy can?” Simon said. Tears primmed his eyes, he's tired. He hasn't slept.

König realizes what Simon is comparing this too, “your sister and nephew?” He asked.

“And Y/N and you and our future children. A repeat in history could happen. I could lose everything again.” Simon said.

“You know that won’t happen. We all three are trained killers. We are masked when on the line, and we take precautions. It still gives you no right to treat her like this, like müll.” Trash. Konig told him.

“Where is she?” Simon asked

“She’s spending all your money right now,” König told him standing up. Simon remained seated as König wrapped his arms around his shoulders pressing Simon's face into his chest, “we aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. We still have a full life to live, babies to make, and time to make memories. So don’t waste it by treating our girl like shit.” He told Simon.

Simon nodded, “I guess I thought if I pushed you guys away, you’d eventually go.” Simon said as they heard the door open and bags be dropped to the floor.

“Sounds like your gonna have a hefty bill to pay.”

“As I deserve.” Simon groaned already assuming the amount he owed on his credit card.

“Hey König!” You yelled with excited from down the stairs, “I bought that necklace I wanted!” You said. König looked over at Simon.

“Please not the one from Tiffany’s.” Simon begged.

“It’s the one from Tiffany’s!” You finished.

Simon lowered his head and placed them in his hands, “can’t wait to see that bill.” König said walking out of the office

[bonnieeldritch]

Als ein Astra Truther und weil ich in meinem Wunschmmffs-Post ebenfalls Sekten angesprochen habe: erzähl doch mal was zu deiner Sekten-MMFF :D

(Preminger Voice) How could I refuse? 😂

These Hollow Bones // Astralis // Down to the Marrow // aka the one with the desert cult and camera crew

Vor circa einem Jahr habe ich für eine Weile an einer Idee gearbeitet, mein Baby Astra zu nutzen, die ich für eine alte MMFF von @shineyfroggo entworfen hatte. Astra war sowieso schon ziemlich out there, weswegen das gar nicht so schwierig war, und so entstand recht schnell eine Mitmachgeschichten-Idee, in der ich das Setting und den Background von Astra nutzen kann. Wie durch meinem Wunsch-MMFF Post unschwer zu erraten, wird es sich bei THB/Astralis/DTTM um eine düstere Kult Mystery Story mit harten Themen handeln, mehr dazu am Ende. Jetzt erstmal worum es geht:

Las Vegas in der Gegenwart. Ein unbenannter Kameramensch und eine junge Frau namens Astra treffen in einer schäbigen Kneipe aufeinander. Sie kommen ins Gespräch und Astra erzählt ihm eine haarsträubende Geschichte über ihr Aufwachsen in einem waschechten Kult der 70er Jahre und wie sie mit 15 flüchtete. Nun jedoch will sie zurück und traut sich nicht alleine, weswegen sie einen Dokumentarfilm über die Sekte als Vorwand nutzen will. Die Kameraperson, selbstständig und davon lebend, Aufnahmen zu verkaufen, lässt sich überreden, darüber nachzudenken. Und natürlich kommt es, wie es kommen muss, sier willigt ein, Astra bei dem Versuch zu helfen, eine Crew zusammenzustellen - immerhin laufen Dokumentationen gut und das Kult-Thema wird auch nach der Jahrtausendwende immer beliebter.

Die Crew würde von den Mitmachern erstellt werden, während die Kameraperson zwar ebenfalls ein Mitmacher ist, jedoch bereits vergeben an dich, liebe @bejeweldskeleton 😂 Dafür, dass du dir ständig meine Ideen anhörst und Pässe zuspielst, und auch, weil ich weiß, wie sehr dich das Thema selbst interessiert. Die Crew soll jedoch nicht nur aus Profis bestehen, sondern viel mehr aus ner Menge Misfits, die warum auch immer Interesse haben. Wichtig ist nur, dass der Charakter irgendwie bei der Aufnahme helfen kann. Sei es ein David Dobrik Blog Squad Style Youtuber, der nicht viel mehr kann, als eine Kamera einstellen und sich davor weird benehmen, ein tatsächlicher Dokumentarfilmer, ein Student der Filmschule, etc etc. Wer mir eine plausible Erklärung liefern kann, wieso der OC von der Sache erfahren hat und mit möchte, ist im Lostopf. Es wird sich auch nicht auf bestimmte Rollen beworben wie Kamera, Ton, was weiß ich, sondern eher als Gesamtpaket mit 'der OC beherrscht folgendes' und am Ende wird ein Schuh drauß. Ergibt das soweit Sinn? Ich hoffe doch. :D Worum es nun wirklich geht, ist schnell erklärt: der Kult, den Astra von sich geyeetet hat, ist natürlich nicht ganz so mellow wie anfangs gedacht, und noch dazu hat auch Astra ihre eigenen, geheimen Ziele, die sie nicht (sofort) mit den anderen teilt. Die Crew wird sich zu 95% der Story im Dorf der Sekte aufhalten. Wie lange sie versuchen, ihren Film zu drehen, ist eine andere Sache.

Da ich ein Liebhaber des Horror-Genre bin und meine dunklen Themen und Geschichten liebe, wird sich THB/Astralis/DTTM im Horror, Mystery und Spannung Bereich bewegen. Die Story spielt in unserer Welt, also gibt es keine Fantasy Elemente wie Zauberer oder Elfen oder sowas, aber ich überlege trotzdem, die Geschichte in die realitätsnahe Fantasy zu stecken, weil ich da sehr viel eher meine Leser vermute als in der Horror Sparte. 🤔 Und like, you know me, ich kann eh nicht ganz ohne Unrealistisches schreiben. Take that as you may. 🌚 Als Tropes sehe ich ganz klar Found Family für die Crew, Isolation from Society, Southern Gothic, Evil Cult (duh) und Hostile Desert. 🤔 Wir sind immerhin in Arizona, genauer gesagt nahe des Honeymoon Trails. Insgesamt lässt sich wohl sagen, dass ich tatsächlich so viel von der Story habe, dass ich sie schreiben könnte, und sogar eine angefangene Website existiert (lol), aber ich seh mich leider nicht die Energie und Motivation finden, zwei Stories gleichzeitig zu schreiben. Big sad. 😔

[tomscocksleeve]

In another life

Summary; Tom is your lover from elementary school and you felt a close connection but end up growing apart

Pairing: Tom (2005 + 2010) x female reader

Genre: sad idk?

Reblog to support your favorite writers (for everyone) 💖

Word count: 723

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You and Tom were dating for a few years. How it started was you guys had an elementary romance that cute little thing kids do where they believe they find their soulmate. As years passed you really started to believe he was yours and he believed that too. Once middle school started you guys were still together but he started having other passions which you completely supported. His brother and him wanted to be in a band together and make music and you supported them every step of the way. You were amazed by Tom and his guitar skills.

He told you about the bullying though and you’d always stick up for him and comfort him to your best ability because you loved him so much and seeing him sad was a stab to your heart,to your other half. You would hold him close and kiss his head and overall stay by his side and help him when he wanted to practice. You loved going over and spending time with him. “Y/n can you help me please I keep messing up” Tom said pouting. You chuckled and helped him. “Liebe it’s like this.” You said helping him and he smiled and chuckled at his silly mistake.

Eventually Highschool came around and by late 10th grade he started becoming popular. His band started taking off and you were so happy for him. You and him would celebrate and you’d sleep over with him and he’d tell you how amazing the little shows would be and the smile on his face warmed your heart. Later, they released the song Durch Den Monson and you loved the song so much. You liked that Tom was forced to sing a little bit and when he found out he was shocked and it warmed your heart when his voice cracked. He changed his look a bit and Tokio Hotel fully took off.

You watched and supported them from the sidelines loving every moment of it. Having him tell you about how the shows went but one day you were waiting for him and he looked a little unsure with himself or upset and it piqued your interest. “Love what’s wrong?” You asked, grabbing his hand lightly and looking into his eyes. “The band… we are finally making it and we have tours now.. and fans” he said and he avoided eye contact for a bit but you had a soft smile. “Isn’t that amazing?” You asked confused about his sadness. “I’ll have to leave you to tour for months” you smiled, having hope. “It’s okay darling… I’ll be here supporting you every step of the way.” He smiled, placing a kiss on your cheek. You smiled and kissed his lips instead.

Months later all these interviews came out and Tom would often talk about the girls he was meeting on tour and you saw the interviews and it shattered your heart. “What…” you thought to yourself. Once he came back for a break you confronted him about it and his response was so… upsetting. “Listen… I’m famous now and I have so many girl fans I have to keep them you know?” You sighed. “Fine…”

As more and more interviews came out more and more he talked about the women he was meeting and your heart shattered every time. This hurt so bad. You couldn’t take this anymore. You called him breaking up with him telling him that everything was too much and you were feeling neglected in the relationship. And he just shrugged it off later.

5 years later you were walking around one day and you Tom,with a girl of course. You weren’t upset or jealous matter of fact you were happy for him. He had his fame and his girls and seeing him happy made you happy even if him being with other girls broke you. You went up to him and talked to him and eventually you both hugged being happy for each other. Your souls felt so connected at that moment but for both of you it felt like you were losing a part of yous and he put his hands on your cheeks before saying. “In another life… I promise… I’ll come back for you” placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as a final goodbye.

[linilunilumi]

Schloss Einstein Staffel 26 Rewatch pt. III

Folge 1031, 1032 & 1033

Gleich zwei schlechte Omen für meine favourite best friends in dieser Folge: 1. "Nur, dass das hier das richtige Leben ist." - "Ich weiß!" - "Wirklich?" Spoiler: Julia wusste nicht, dass es das richtige Leben ist und träumt sich einen boyfriend herbei. Und fällt damit hart auf die Schnauze. 2. "Noah ist gefährlich!", "Spinnst du?! Am Ende sind wir die nächsten Opfer!", "Ich hab' dich jedenfalls gewarnt!" Spoiler: Colin wird Noahs nächstes Opfer und ihm wird das Herz gebrochen. Er hätte wohl besser auf Joels Warnung hören sollen... andererseits ist Joel auch der einzige Grund, weshalb Colin überhaupt mit in den Wald geht und sich in Noah verliebt. Schuldig oder nicht, das ist hier die Frage? dass Colin das ganze Gespräch lang durch die Gegend hüpft, macht alles aber noch so viel witziger ckxlnklfn und stuntman johnny in der nächsten szene verdient einen award, bin immer noch impressed von dem fall

Und wir beenden Folge 1031 mit Colins double take im Wald, der damals mein gaydar anschlagen lassen hat. Sein liebevoller Blick hätte zu dem Zeitpunkt noch Freddy gelten können (weil wenn wir mal ehrlich sind, ich hab auch schon bei anderen schloss einstein charakteren gay vibes gespürt, die dann nie da waren lol), aber dann kam die nächste Folge...

bro gay panicked an saw heaven at the same time (the ray of sunshine on his face is a paid actor actually)

Es ist klar, dass Noahs Antworten an Frau Holopainen ziemlich disrespectful sind (wenn auch iconic). ABER ich muss sagen, dass Noah sich mMn ursprünglich nicht allzu unhöflich verhalten hat: Er ist zu spät gekommen (kann passieren), kommt in den Raum rein (vielleicht etwas sehr laut aber okay) und setzt sich ohne etwas zu sagen hin. ALSO stört er Mikka und Casper bei deren Vortrag dadurch weniger als Frau Holopainen, die die beiden erstmal unterbricht. Sie hätte ja auch am Ende der Stunde nochmal mit Noah reden können, wenn ihr Pünktlichkeit so wichtig ist.

"Der braucht Zeit und mit Fremden ist er immer total misstrauisch. Dauert immer ewig, bis der überhaupt-" Sicher, dass wir hier über Freddy reden und nicht über Noah selbst?

Es wäre eine Schande, folgenden Moment nicht zu erwähnen:

Mein Held aus Folge 1033 (und insgesamt) <3 Insgesamt liebe ich aber alle Colin, Noah & Joel Szenen in Folge 1032 (oder jemals) einfach sehr i would talk about every single one of them if i could

[unscharf-an-den-raendern]

Schloss Einstein Folge 1067

Annika und Marlon haben eine Mission: Beim Ausflug ins Stasi-Unterlagen-Archiv Joshua keine Sekunde aus den Augen lassen. Los, Joshi! Du schaffst das!

Avas Bruder Patrick kommt zu Besuch - durchs Fenster.

Bei Frau Miesbach geht es heute darum, was man bei einer Flucht aus der DDR mitgenommen hätte und jede:r soll sich Gedanken machen. Noah ist auch dabei.

Im Stasi-Unterlagen-Archiv darf man keine Handys mitnehmen und Joshi und Chiara müssen sich was einfallen lassen. Let's go autistic besties!

SIMON LASS AVA ENDLICH IN RUHE! Die braucht bald ne einstweilige Verfügung gegen ihn.

Simon, Ava trägt ein Hemd in den Farben der Lesbian Pride Flag. Take a hint.

JOEL!

Tahmi Lore: Sie hat einen kleinen Bruder.

SIMON HÖR AUF AVA ZU STALKEN!

SIMON HÖR AUF AVA HEIMLICH ZU FILMEN DAS IST IN DEUTSCHLAND ILLEGAL!

Joshi hat es geschafft und ist heimlich an die Stasi-Akte von Gabriele Knauer gelangt. Go Joshi! Go Joshi!

Dabei wird er allerdings von Marlon beobachtet. Der hat einen Plan: Er will Joshi seine leckeren Käsebrote andrehen, währenddessen vertauscht Annika die Umschläge. Marlon und seine Ausstechbrote. Nenne ein ikonischeres Duo.

Wenn Joshua die Akte klaut ist das natürlich schlimm, aber wenn Marlon und Annika das tun nicht. Joshi hat nichts falsch gemacht! Justice for Joshua!

SIMON DU ARSCHLOCH!

Natürlich hat er das Video hochgeladen und jetzt können alle sehen, wie Ava mit ihrem Bruder tanzt.

Joshi Lore: Er mag keinen Käse.

PATRICK DU ARSCHLOCH! ER HAT DAS VIDEO ÜBERALL GETEILT!

Ava, Sweetie, I'm so sorry!

NOAH HAT DIE KINOKARTEN IMMER NOCH!

Ava hat von Joel gelernt: Sie nennt ihren Bruder jetzt auch zwei Mal "Arsch".

Team Maxi und Team Joshi müssen feststellen, dass sie beide den Plan des jeweils anderen vereitelt haben und daher jetzt keiner von ihnen im Besitz der Akte ist.

Stattdessen hat Elly sie jetzt nämlich.

Ava sitzt allein im Tanzsaal und ist traurig. Nicht auch noch Ava, ey! Letzte Staffel hat Julia sie schon enttäuscht. Jetzt ihr Bruder.

Doch dann kommt Patrick und wir kriegen ***Ava und Patrick Deeptalk***. Er entschuldigt sich und sagt Ava, dass er sie braucht: Er hat keinen Bock auf den zweiten Teil von "Rise of Hell", hat aber ein anderes Angebot - einen Tanzfilm. Dafür braucht er ein Castingvideo mit einer eigenen Choreo und Tanzpartnerin. Und dafür könnte er sich keine bessere Tanzpartnerin wünschen als Ava. Du hast sie damals einfach ersetzt! Ava ist aber genervt, weil Patrick immer nur an sich denkt und nie daran, was sie eigentlich will.

Patrick hat Ava daher etwas für ihr Projekt besorgt: Ein Buch über Leistungsdruck in der DDR. Sie läuft ihm hinterher: "Hast du nicht was vergessen? Man sagt bitte wenn man etwas möchte." Ava willigt jetzt doch ein, Patrick zu helfen, aber nur unter einer Bedingung: Keine Social Media Posts und nur dieses eine Mal. SIMON WAG ES JA NICHT!

Patrick ist froh: "Ich liebe dich! Du wirst es nicht bereuen!". Ava dagegen: "Ich bereue es jetzt schon."

Bin jetzt offiziell #1 Simon Hater.

HALT WARTE ES GIBT NE POST CREDIT SCENE WO ALLE IHRE GEDANKEN ZUM THEMA FLUCHT TEILEN!

[howlingday]

Funny moments from sonic zombies but with rwby characters.

(by the way if not seen sonic zombies)

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3D2Py2TdM_DVw&ved=2ahUKEwjksa63srKHAxV7EEQIHaH-BXAQwqsBegQIDxAE&usg=AOvVaw23ZoHEXf2U1j38wUCdX8N3

Here you go

Oh, I have certainly seen Sonic Zombies, Hooba Dooba...

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It was the night before Non-Descript Winter Holiday, and all through the town, not a creature was stirring... HA! Except for Ruby on her Segway! Ha ha! Ngh... D-Dammit...

Ruby: Douching through the snow~!

Ruby: Riding my Segway~!

Ruby: Which I shouldn't have~!

Ruby: Because the company went under~! Hee-hee~!

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Weiss: (Talking to a pile of bratwurst) Und den, Helga grew up, und she didn't have to vurk at Disney anymore. Und vutt did ve learn? If you go to vurk at Disney, you might have a job! Ich liebe dich~! (Kisses pile) Ich liebe dich, gut nacht~! Gut nacht, liebchens~!

Weiss: Oh, und vutt are you all doing over here?

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Blake: (Sighs)

Ruby: (Zipping around) Whoa! Whoa-ho-ho~! Radical, dude~! (Knocks down camera) Whoa- OOOOOOOOOOGH!

Ruby: Hey, Blake! What's with you? You look like you could use some Chips Ahoy!

Blake: (Sighs) Oh, Ruby, I miss Jaune. We were so close...

Ruby: Yeah, we all miss him. I mean, not really, but yeah. I agree.

Blake: ...You know what, Ruby? You remind me of Jaune.

Ruby: (Dressed like Jaune) Gee, I... wonder why.

Blake: Ruby, I think I'm falling in love with you~.

Ruby: You know what this means~! I'm getting laid, only at your Wal-Mart~!

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Oscar: Now, see here's the master plan! I took all of Weiss' bratwurst to summon demons! I'm gonna bring those zombies back and with it- (Camera flies) OOOOOOOOOGH!

Oscar: Oh, dear zombie lords, come to me because I need help! If I can take over the world, people will actually respect me! (Shakes) WHOOOOOA~!

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Jaune: Since you're a vampire, you're not going to try to suck our blood, are you?

Yang: Naw, man, I just drink cherry and grape soda. More importantly, the only way we can kill Ruby as a Rose-Hound is if we weaken her first.

Pyrrha: And how are you going to weaken her~?

Yang: Well, we need to find us a fine, sweet-ass bitch to take care of her, because if she does her, then she'll be vulnerable, and if she's vulnerable, I can take care of the rest, man~!

Jaune: Well, if we're going to do that, then I volunteer YOU to do it.

Blake: Hang on now! Why should I do it?! Because I'm a woman?!

Weiss: Oh, nein, nein, nein, Fraulein Blake~! You are ze most beautiful, kindest, sweetest, most gentle woman in the world. You are so sveet~!

Blake: Aw, do you mean that, Weiss~?

Yang: Naw, you just got a big ass!

Weiss: Ja, ja, pretty much.

Pyrrha: Uh, I think maybe I should go, too, because, I mean, she might find a two-for-one special more appealing! You know, like buy one, get one free~?

Jaune: Okay, Pyrrha, you can go, too. But this is going to be very dangerous. In fact, you could die from her doing you too hard!

Pyrrha: God, I hope she does~!

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Blake: Okay, I'm going to get some champagne. Does anyone want some?

Nora: NO~! LET ME DO IT~! HUAH HUAH HUAH~!

Nora: (Pouring glasses) Huah huah~! I love the holidays because it means I can get drunk~! Jingle bells, la la la~!

Nora: Huh...? (Turns) AUGH?!

Ren: Ahoy there! We're from IKEA, come to deliver a bed for you~! Hoo hoo hoo~!

Blake: Oh, my bed is finally here~! The bed will be right upstairs, and, well, since it's the holidays, why don't you stay for the party?

Ren: That would be quite swell~! Hoo hoo hoo hoo~!

Winter: If it's not too much trouble, then we would be happy to partake.

Blake: (Sighs) Don't you just love Non-Descript Winter Holiday? It's a time for friends, and family, and getting together~.

Jaune: You know, I really thought something bad was going to happen tonight, but I'm really glad it didn't!

Yang: Man, nothing bad happens on motherfuckin' Non-Descript Winter Holiday!

Weiss: Unless you have the spoiled kids who don't get the right colored iPhone.

Nora: HA HA~! NO MORE CHAMPAGNE~! (Hiccups, Falls) I DRANK IT ALL~!

Ruby: Ha ha~! A drunk white girl at a party~!

And so, there was no more RWBY Zombies. Just RWBY and their friends, all having a wonderful time...

Yang: (Sighs) It's real pretty tonight. Kinda lonely, but... I dunno...

Winter: Ms. Belladonna? Ms. Belladonna, your bed is- Oh! Excuse me, you're not Ms. Belladonna.

Yang: (Blushes) Uh, n-no, no, I'm not! I'm Yang! Um, who are you, er, gorgeous?

Winter: I am Winter, and it is a pleasure to meet you.

Yang: Y-Yeah, nice to meet you, too! Hey, you wanna go get a drink with me, motherfucker?

Winter: (Giggles) That would be delightful. Please, lead the way~.

Jaune: Well, Blake, it's time for me to go. It's been fun, but I have a kitty-cat to scrub.

Blake: Oh, are you sure you can't stay a little longer~?

Jaune: (Sighs) Yes, I know you want to have sex with me, but... Well, audience, it's time for me to go. It was fun while it lasted. But all good things must come to an end. (Leaves) EXCEPT ME! I WILL LIVE FOREVER~! HUEHUEHUEHUE~!

Jaune: Oh, I had a kitty on Non-Decript Winter Holiday~!

Jaune: And I'm going to scrub it~!

Pyrrha: Well, Weiss, everyone's hooking up tonight except us. Wanna get a little... desperate~?

Weiss: EXCUSE ME, I HAVE A BULL FAUNUS HUSBAND WITH EIGHT CHILDREN! You disgust me! (Leaves) YUCK!

Pyrrha: (Sighs) I'll never get laid by someone with a big weiner...

Oscar: Hyuck~! Actually, I'm hung like a elephant~!

Pyrrha: OOH-HOO-HOO~! THAT MEANS YOUR DICK IS FIVE FEET LONG~! C'MERE~!

Ruby: Well, Blake, everybody else hooked up tonight. Except you and me. Maybe we can go in your bedroom so you can hooba my dooba finally~?

Blake: Actually, Ruby, that's why I invited you~.

Ruby: HOOBA DOOBA~?! OOHOOHOOHOO~! HOOBADOOBADOOBA~! I can't believe it! This is gonna be the best RWBY Zombies ever because I finally get laid~!

Blake: Yeah, why do you think I bought a new bed~?

Ruby: I-I dunno, maybe you shit in the last one- I MEAN, I DON'T KNOW HOOBA DOOBA~!

Blake: Well, Ruby, before we do it, there's one thing I need to tell you about~. Promise you won't leave~?

Ruby: Uh... You are a chick, right? I mean, dicks are fine, but...

Blake: No, I'm definitely a woman, through and through. But there's a little secret I have to tell you~.

Ruby: Um... Okay, I'm ready!

Blake: Ruby, I'm not a Cat Faunus. I'm actually

A DEMON THAT'S GOING TO DEVOUR YOUR SOUL!

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"WAAAGH!" Ruby shot up from the couch with a start. Panting, she whirled around, hoping she truly was awake. Confirming her reality, she placed a hand to her chest and sighed.

"Are you okay, Ruby?" Weiss asked from her seat across from Ruby. She had put the book she was reading down as she stepped closer to her partner.

"Yeah," Ruby stood and stretched, "I was just having one of those REALLY weird dreams. You hungry?"

"I could eat. Your usual milk and cookies?" Weiss asked with a flat look.

"No!" Ruby shouted, startling Weiss. "No, uh... How about bratwurst?"

"Oh, I haven't had a decent bratwurst in so long..."

[dmagedgoods]

Six-Song Soundtrack

I was tagged by @spyridonya and very happy about it! Thank you so much! 💕 Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following: 1. An event that defines your character's past 2. How your character sees themselves 3. How others view them 4. Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic) 5. A major fight scene 6. End credits song I tag: @dragonflytehanu @tavyliasin @thesolemnhour @silversiren1101 @ineadhyn @jean-dieu @iwoszareba @three-of-crows @chaosteddybear --- I am doing it for Salvadore, my Knight Commander in Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous. 1. An event that defines your character's past Child of the Stars – Fish in a Birdcage “Take the world by storm Muster all your strength Embrace the forces that surround you Bend gravity and space You are a child of the stars Shout what has been unsung Open all the doors around you Use the power in your lungs I could only lead you so far I believe in who you are” ~ His mentor Eneas taught Salvadore that there is nothing he can’t achieve, that he is meant to rule and trained his skills and abilities to get there during his childhood and early teenage years, until, eventually, Eneas had to leave. This loss haunted and shaped Salvadore just as much as his teachings. The song represents the moment Eneas decided that was time to part and Salvadore would find and go his way alone now, strong and prepared for the challenges ahead of him. - 2. How your character sees themselves Natural – Imagine Dragons “Will you hold the line When every one of them has given up and given in? Tell me In this house of mine Nothing ever comes without a consequence or cost, tell me Will the stars align? Will heaven step in? Will it save us from our sin, will it? 'Cause this house of mine stands strong […] That's the price you pay Leave behind your heart and cast away Just another product of today Rather be the hunter than the prey And you're standing on the edge face up 'Cause you're a natural A beating heart of stone You gotta be so cold To make it in this world” ~ Following Eneas teachings, Salvadore knows the path to power doesn’t come without a price to pay, neither does ruling itself. He is ready and willing to carry the burden of responsibility, with the unwavering belief that he is the one to change the world. - 3. How others view them Not A Common Man – Matt Smith; from American Psycho “Look at history, open the books There are statues with great looks There are gods, there are kings I'm pretty sure I'm the same thing Beyond boundaries, beyond rules I've been taught in the best schools There is little I won't do Is the same thing true of you? I am needing so much more Every pleasure is a chore I am something other than A common man” ~ His conceit, his cold demeanor and a cruel streak towards his enemies and those neglecting their duties causes some to expect him to be much more unfeeling, removed and selfish than he is. There are those who view him as a radiant savior, but also enough people who are appalled by his arrogance. - 4. Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic) Fang mich an - Herbert Grönemeyer "Bist der Luftzug Mein Verstand Bist der Unfug Mein Südseestrand

Du holst den Wind Zum Trocknen rein Wo du nicht bist Will ich nicht sein Nimm mich ein Nimm mich heim

Wie du schwebst Wie du wehst Du mich trägst Wie du dich vergisst

Wie du streunst Dich verläufst Tag und Nacht vermischst Wie du in mein Meer stichst Geflissentlich

[...] Wie du's greifst Wie du passt Wie du reizt, du manipulierst Wie du's weißt Du zufasst Du mich komplettierst Wie du meine Welt neu vermisst Dafür liebe ich dich - 5. A major fight scene Centuries – Fall Out Boy “Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me for centuries And just one mistake Is all it will take We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries” - 6. End credits song Lean Back – Josh Vietti

[cgsf]

Men's Hockey (RPF) fanfiction recs:

Leon Draisaitl/Matthew Tkachuk [Part 1]

"thanksgiving" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 9,122 | Matthew's been parked for less than five minutes when his passenger door opens and a tall, broad guy drops into the seat, illuminated just enough by the cabin light for Matthew to take in his heavy brow, and the sharp line of his nose, the stubbled shadow of his jaw. "Wow, you're handsome," Matthew says, as the door clicks shut, and then, "Wow, you're Leon Draisaitl."

"better than before" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 16,850 | "Huh," Matthew said, just a huff of sound like he was absorbing it. "You are so fucking into me." Leon could practically hear him smirking, the smug twist of his mouth. "What was your first clue?"

"hand in hand with best laid plans" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 5,351 | Matthew's standing in the middle of a row of gate seats when Leon sees him. Leon's instinct is to immediately step out of sight so Matthew won't see him, but that seems like an asshole thing to do, and embarrassing to admit to someone after the fact, so he walks over instead, backpack on and duffle over his shoulder. "What happened to you?" Matthew startles visibly, and when he turns to look at Leon he looks as exhausted as Leon feels. "Oh," he says, blandly. "They lost all my shit."

"all your jagged syntaxes" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 5,305 | Matthew hasn't had a real crush on someone since he was seventeen. He'd gotten over that fast enough. He'll get over this too.

"aligner, rapprocher" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 16,618 | "This would be easier on a bed," Leon says, right up against Matthew's jaw before he sucks a kiss to the underside of it. "Also, I wouldn't have to see it." Leon only jolts a little, Matthew between his legs where he's got a hip hitched up against the table. They turn their heads together, Matthew already laughing. Leon shrugs. "I didn't think you'd have made it back yet." Connor mmhmms a little judgmentally.

"a good thing you wanted to be true" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 21,047 | Leon knows about Matthew Tkachuk. Everyone knows about Matthew Tkachuk.

"what does daylight look like" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 8,465 | "Bet he'd love to know all the ways his beloved Tkachuk lets me defile him." "Definitely more surprised than an Oilers fan." "I think all of Alberta would be pretty surprised by the things we do to each other."

"collide the spaces that divide us" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 43,848 | Leon rolls the passenger window down and leans over. “You look like shit,” he says, because it’s true. Matthew looks like he spent the entire flight throwing up, face pale and the enormous purple bags forming under his eyes visible even with the mask in place. He’s sweating as he tosses his bag into the backseat, a weird sheen on his forehead that makes something in Leon's gut twist. “No fucking shit,” Matthew snaps back, sliding into the passenger seat and pulling off his mask with a wince. “I’ve been puking from Las Vegas to London.”

"slip under the tongue into translation" 🔒 (M) by lighthousetowers | 32,257 | Later, Brady will say it starts as a joke. And later, Matthew will tell him that in German, that would probably be something like es sollte nur ein Scherz sein. Or maybe, nur ein Spaß. He’d have to ask to make sure that’s right. But where’s the fun in that?

"comment for engagement" 🔒 (M) by RippingOffZeppelin | 27,971 | Matthew is made to start a YouTube channel after getting too much bad press to reconnect with the fans and show off the fun side of his hockey. It ends up being an eventful year.

"liebe geht durch den magen" 🔒 (T) by lighthousetowers | 6,211 | All Leon wanted were some easy recipes, and instead he got this guy, this – Matthew Tkachuk, alias tkachukycheese, YouTube channel owner by bi-weekly afternoon and dietician who works a lot with school classes by normal profession.

"how's it taste" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 3,001 | Leon knows how All-Star weekends are supposed to go. You show up, you resent being somewhere cold and miserable instead of warm and full of fruity cocktails, you do stupid trick shots and try to traumatize the league’s best goalies, you get drunk off your ass, you go home. He’s done it once already; nothing this year should be a surprise. Tkachuk is a surprise.

"Sea Change" 🔒 (E) by andthreequarts | 33,596 | “Wait, is that what’s happening here?” Matthew pushes forward, gets close. “Is that why you were being weird?” “Shut up,” Draisaitl growls, backing up. “Oh no,” Matthew laughs. “This is the funniest thing I’ve heard all week. Leon Draisaitl, an alpha’s alpha. Who would have guessed it, you’re into an omega with barely any scent?”

"your best american girl" 🔒 (E) by cinqmars | 4,675 | “I’m from Cologne,” Leon says, flatly. “Like perfume? Is that why you always smell so good?” Tkachuk asks, eyelashes fluttering, and - woah. What the fuck? “Um,” Leon says, very intelligently. The silence drags on, steadily becoming more uncomfortable. “Just - never mind,” Tkachuk mutters.

"head above water" 🔒 (E) by yourblues | 91,131 | In his defense, Draisaitl is distracting. He’s shirtless, and sweaty, and Matthew can see the tan line at the waistband of his Puma shorts. Matthew’s fucked guys who like him less than Draisaitl does. It’s kind of fun. Who knows if Draisaitl would be good in bed, but he’d for sure look good with his clothes off. File that under things not to say out loud.

"we could be reckless" 🔒 (E) by winglavender | 12,277 | They get into a scrap in the sixth Battle of Alberta. Leon expects it to end there. It doesn't.

"end to my runnin'" 🔒 (E) by Kerfluffle | 10,268 | “You gonna blow me in that thousand dollar suit?” Matthew asks curiously. “That’s kind of hot.”

"Growing Into Someone" 🔒 (E) by blaahaj | 49,528 | Matthew had been resigned to waiting out the lockout in Calgary or St. Louis, but when he heard the offer from Cologne he thought it would be nice to get away from the NHL for a bit. He didn't think about Draisaitl until he'd already signed with the team.

"keep me up until the body disagrees" 🔒 (M) by blaahaj | 3,375 | It's hard to get away from it all in the Edmonton bubble. But Matthew has a bag of weed gummies he paid way too much for, the door to the roof of the JW Marriott is unlocked, and sometimes it's easier to be alone when someone else is with you.

"Muscle Memory" 🔒 (M) by blaahaj | 25,053 | It is, apparently, October 27th, 2023. Since Matthew only remembers up to about November 2019, this is a problem.

"asking nicely" 🔒 (E) by blaahaj | 6,892 | They were on the third club by the time Matthew noticed Draisaitl. Matthew was heading to the bar, legs aching in the best way and head spinning with whateverthefuck was in the shots Oshie kept passing out like the World’s Drunkest Santa; Draisaitl was bopping along at the edge of the dance floor, dorky and almost cute with a drink in his hand. Like he had a personality besides the grumpy-bear setting Matthew always got.

"Emergency Contact" 🔒 (T) by blaahaj | 1,847 | “You good, man?” “I just knocked my boyfriend’s tooth out. I’m fucking great. Thanks.”

"running interference" 🔒 (E) by letterstothemoon | 19,014 | Leon knew better than to let Tkachuk’s shitty little sneer get to him. He was a professional, for Christ’s sake, and he was capable of controlling his emotions, no matter how much any one douchebag might try to rile him up— “Eat shit, Tkachuk,” he snarled, then crunched the rat bastard into the boards. Well. Maybe that could’ve gone better.

"already given up on myself twice (third time's the charm)" 🔒 (M) by andthreequarts | 6,321 | "Look," McDavid says. "Brandon Manning's an asshole. You're an asshole too. But I know he didn’t break my collarbone on purpose and I believe you, when you say you didn't hurt Scheifele on purpose either.”

"nothing safe is worth the drive" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 10,712 | So what if Tkachuk missed his plane because he was too busy getting fucked? Just because Leon was doing the fucking doesn’t mean he owes the guy anything.

"(not a) fishbowl love story" 🔒 (T) by lighthousetowers | 9,286 | When someone mentioned “media access,” Leon had envisioned the typical pre-game-post-game spiel, maybe some glimpses-into-bubble-life clips. He definitely hadn’t thought of some kind of The-Office-style reality TV.

"if you handed over your body" 🔒 (M) by photovoltaic | 2,712 | If Leon thinks about it in terms of post-game review, here is how he would describe the play: Tkachuk had him against the boards, and Leon tried to shrug him off, and when that didn’t work because the little shit is persistent he had to get creative, and this is how he ended up in the box. Except that the boards were actually the undoubtedly filthy tiled wall of a bar bathroom in Las Vegas.

"all i hear is whistles" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 3,483 | "I don't think you were listening to Yamo's speech enough." "Are you telling me to fuck the mechanical bull?" Nursey flicks Leon's chin. "I'm telling you to try something new.

"over the moon, under the sun" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 12,907 | "But I think it was wearing me down more than I realized, and I think, I don't know, if somehow this had happened when I was still up there, it probably wouldn't have been like this, you know? I couldn't have been good to you. I didn't even know how to be good to myself." Leon tucks his face into the curve of Matthew's shoulder. "You're frighteningly self-aware."

"whatever promises I made" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 359,941 | Matthew Tkachuk meets his fiance for the very first time the day after their engagement is officially announced. Having to get married as some kind of twisted favor so Matthew will get drafted to the Oilers… It’s not a great start to the marriage. But is that really the only reason? Who’s doing who a favor here?

"settle down in the Sunshine State" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 14,666 | It’s 2025. Pending UFA Leon Draisaitl gets traded to the Florida Panthers on a rainy Monday morning. Matthew’s pretty sure it’s the end of his time with the Panthers.

"back to where we lasted" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 34,384 | Leon watches the press conference from a front-row seat, has the dubious honor of listening to Matthew fucking Tkachuk talk about how excited he is to play on Leon's fucking team. A reporter stands up, the lights reflecting off his glasses when he holds his phone up to get Matthew on the record. "How does it feel, Matthew, to come home?"

"brushback" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 3,639 | The first pitch is low and outside. The second one hits him right on the thigh, 90 miles an hour, hard enough to hurt. Leon sucks air in through his teeth, shaking it off, and takes his base. Matthew is at first. Of course he is.

"glide in a swan dive" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 2,015 | Matthew might not be over his rookie crush on Johnny Gaudreau, but Leon—quite reasonably, he thinks—is not yet over that.

"You are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad" 🔒 (T) by puckthisshift | 10,135 | Grad student Matthew Tkachuk’s pathetic crush on the first out NHL player is well-known in the Tkachuk family. Leon Draisaitl has no idea why baby Tkachuk thinks that Leon would need to know that his brother would want to get railed by Leon.

"I can't help myself, I can't break the spell" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 30,981 | Matthew gets into a fight with Draisaitl within hours of Draisaitl’s arrival in Beijing. Somehow the fight doesn’t end the way he expects it to. But it’s not like he minds getting his hands on Draisaitl in a completely different way. No feelings, just sex. That’s just what he needs on his way to the gold medal.

"if I pushed you to the edge" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 9,808 | Just because it’s been a few years of casual hookups doesn’t mean they’re friendly. Just because Tkachuk also has a key to Leon’s place doesn’t mean that they’re anything to each other. It’s convenience, nothing more.

"you're kinda sexy but you're not really special" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 198,588 | Matty’s thrilled to be in college in Edmonton. It’s far enough away from St. Louis that he can live his own life and fuck all the boys he wants. Apparently it’s still not far enough away for him to get away from his Dad’s reputation. This fucking Draisaitl guy hates everything Tkachuk, and Matty most of all. And since Matty’s a self-proclaimed slut, why not have sex with him? At least that way he’s getting something out of this.

"Matthew Tkachuk Friendship Tour, The B-Sides, Part 1" (E) by brinicles | 7,564 | "Good game," Matthew says amicably as a looming curl of grey hoodie and track shorts shoulders past him, the tips of his hair still dark with water. "Go fuck a cactus," Leon spits as he disappears down the hall. Well, he's angry, Matthew absorbs as he loops back the way he came.

"today it's easy" 🔒 (NR) by iceguy | 2,867 | Leon has a beard.

"accoutrements" 🔒 (NR) by stridents | 5,003 | “I just don’t think this is smart,” Connor says, so soft Leon almost doesn’t catch it. “I’m not telling you not to do it, I’m just. I can’t see this ending well.”

"snow and dirty rain" 🔒 (E) by adeleblaircassiedanser | 5,037 | It wasn't that surprising, back when Matthew noticed the initial fixation developing; Draisaitl was objectively more storybook handsome than should really be allowed in an NHL player, and Matthew is shallow.

"Need A Little Sweetness (In My Life)" (M) by puckinghell | 7,120 | Matty grins. “Well, I’ll come back. One day I’ll get you to make me one.” “The day I make you one is the day I spit in it,” Leon snides, before he can think better of it. Connor’s foot connects with his calf hard enough that Leon yelps. Matty just laughs. “You’re hot enough that that’s not really the threat you seem to think it is, Leon.”

"the land between our bodies" 🔒 (E) by yourblues | 9,968 | The thing about Tkachuk, annoying as he was, is that they were in the same boat before. Second-best player on a team that should be better. But then he got the fuck out of Alberta to go sit on the beach every day — to start over in a place where the walls weren’t closing in around him — and maybe he’s happy there, so Leon should be happy for him. Or at least he shouldn’t feel the urge to reach into the guy’s sunny new life and fuck it up a little.

"tighten up" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 3,213 | Leon follows him home after the game. That wasn't the original plan.

"gather your broken lessons and move" 🔒 (E) by rumandwhine | 30,455 | “God, we’re over thirty,” Connor groaned, breaking the tension and ending the stand-off, “you’d think we’d be better at this.” “What,” Leon drawled sarcastically, “about my falling into bed with Matthew Tkachuk – again – after blowing my life up the first time, implied that I’m not great at this?”

"but please (don't) bite" 🔒 (M) by anonymous | 52,716 | Leon Draisaitl is unprotected! I repeat, Leon Draisaitl, the first to rack up hundred points in this 2020-2021 season (first again, may I add), is not protected in the upcoming NHL Expansion Draft according to the Protection Lists revealed last night by NHL. How did this happen, you may ask. Honestly, who knows. Isn’t there a no-move clause in his sweet 68-million-dollar contract with the Oilers, you may ask. Yes, starting in July 2022. No help there, buddy.

"i got a bad idea" 🔒 (E) by canoodles | 5,540 | You fuck a guy once at an All-Star Game and he suddenly decides you’re friends now or something. Leon’s life is so hard.

"nutcracker and the rat king" 🔒 (M) by ohtempora | 1,135 | Matthew texts him without explanation two weeks before the Oilers come to Calgary. No hello, not that he was expecting one. No explanation, not that he was expecting one. Just a link to Reddit and this u?

"retrograde" 🔒 (M) by ohtempora | 1,564 | “You like it here?” Leon asks. “Yeah,” Matthew says. He looks at Fort Lauderdale, lit up below them. “It's warm. It's different. I can wear sandals whenever I want.” “Important,” Leon says, dry, but something in his voice says he gets what Matthew’s trying to say.

"same as it was" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 6,110 | The thing is. The thing is, neither of their teams are doing great, and Leon’s trying so hard. He’s got yet another year of scrabbling for every inch they can gain in the standings. Matthew’s behind him on the points list, but barely. Everyone is entitled to a vice.

"Can you suture my wounds?" 🔒 (NR) by justhockey | 16,543 | Matthew never wants to talk about why he quit hockey and disappeared, or why he’s not home with his family, or why his hands shake every time his dad’s name lights up his phone.

"Saving the Best for Last" 🔒 (E) by puckingtrash | 100,085 | Leon Draisaitl is not expecting to find love again at forty-three. His playing career is long over, he’s divorced, he’s got a bum hip, his only real asset is about half of a floundering German hockey team. Hell, even his hair isn’t what it used to be.

"i like the way the story ends" (M) by fraudulentzodiacs | 1,276 | “I can’t believe this is how you want to come out.” Leon grumbles, staring at Matty from across his hotel room. Matthew just smirks and holds his hand out, making grabby hands toward Leon.

"okay, yeah, you caught me" 🔒 (T) by anonymous | 6,034 | "Did the doctor send you?" Matthew asks then, his words slightly slurred, the finger with the oximeter attached to it pointing weakly at Leon. "Because, you’re like, hot. Are you a model?" he asks, and gasps softly, eyes wide, "Am I friends with a model?"

"Oil to a Flame" 🔒 (E) by Vivienne_Grey | 47,970 | A simple wager between two rivals was all it was meant to be. Matthew should have known from the beginning that nothing would ever be simple when it came to him and Leon Draisaitl.

"Old Flames Burn Brighter" 🔒 (E) by cisumox | 25,015 | "Do you think I did it on purpose?” Matt wants to know the answer, maybe more than anything else he’s here to do. It doesn’t change anything about the past. He still wants to know. Leon sighs just loudly enough that Matt can hear it across the space between them. “Welcome to Berlin, Matt.”

"found arms to fall right into" 🔒 (M) by anonymous | 6,341 | "I thought you had a… date," Brady says slowly and squints his eyes at Draisaitl. But Marns never showed up and Matthew doesn’t know how to admit to his baby brother that he’s a sad sack of shit who has to go out alone and drink his stress away, so he grabs Draisaitl’s hand instead and says, very firmly: "Yes."

"Might As Well" 🔒 (E) by puckingtrash | 4,940 | In a city like New York, with its sea of anonymity, where hockey is just one of many sports and no one gives a shit about some guy on some team up in Canada, Leon can let himself indulge a little. There’s a club in Greenwich that he goes to sometimes to let off steam—it used to be whenever he was in town, which was generally for their East Coast road trip if they had a day off in NYC and maybe in the offseason if he happened to be passing through the area.

"A Reunion, a Beginning, and the Thief of Awkward Silences." (M) by puckedup | 3,317 | It's November 12th and Leon figures out what he's been missing.

"Kiss Me Babe, It's Christmas Time" 🔒 (E) by andthenextday | 10,398 | “Did you two call each other beforehand?” Yamo asks, laughing. “Is this like an Elf Fight Club?” Leon ignores him, keeps glaring at Tkachuk. It’s three days before Christmas Eve, they’ve all got one more game before the holiday break and it’s fucking wild that Tkachuk doesn’t have better shit to do than drive three hours to crash an Oilers’ Christmas party. But now that Leon’s really thinking about it, that’s absolutely something he’d go out of his way to do.

"die Blümchenkrone" 🔒 (E) by soupbowlfulofsins | 4,151 | They have been touching all night. But feeling Matt’s thigh pressed against his own is new and strange. Not uncomfortable, but it puts him on edge. He doesn’t move away, though, even surrounded by other players. It’s not the kind of place he’d expect to hook up. Worst of all, he’s fucking into it.

"wanna be felled by you, held by you" 🔒 (T) by softzindagi | 1,796 | Leon is quiet, letting Matty’s words hang between them. They listen to the other breathe and it’s good, having some semblance of that they’re together. He knows Leon is concerned, has been since he got hit and Leon had to watch him wobble off the ice like that on his TV screen. Matty hasn’t felt better since.

"stay by my side and never let go" 🔒 (E) by softzindagi | 2,549 | It's Leon's last night in the bubble, and Matty comes to comfort. [deleted]

"like a tidal wave (i'll make a mess)" 🔒 (E) by nolanpatty | 2,123 | “Maybe,” Leon says, digging his heels into the ground, “If you’d learn not to play dirty just to get a win, you’d actually be where you wanted to be.”

"oh my lover, my love" 🔒 (G) by jamiemoriartys | 17,934 | “You went to Peru to drink tea?” “Yes.” “Psychedelic tea!” someone yells from the background, and the line rustles like Mitch’s phone is pressed against his clothing for a hot second. Matthew thinks it’s Auston. “Was that Auston?” he asks as soon as the line clears. Mitch makes a noise that’s somewhere between upset and incredulous, and he goes, “Hey, you’re the one who went to Peru to do drugs with Draisaitl, don’t try to change the subject.” “Davo’s a fucking gossip, man.”

"all I want for Christmas is you" 🔒 (T) by Mere_Sprite1847 | 799 | For the prompt: Character A is humming Christmas songs all the time and Character B is annoyed but then Character A catches Character B humming one later.

"i’ve been asking about you too" 🔒 (T) by getpucked | 3,060 | “He talks about you a lot,” Connor says, knowing he wouldn’t have to specify who ‘he’ is. “You act so different,” he begins, handling the puck with perfect precision and shooting it in the middle of the net from half ice, just to limit distractions. Matt knows better than to think he’s showing off. “Around him, off the ice. Like he makes you anxious.”

"shitty how you waste love (how i waste love)"🔒 (T) by anonymous | 16,820 | “Leo,” Connor sounds exasperated. “You’re not going to take Matthew out to a date as a bet.” “Don’t worry, Davo, Matty won’t go out with him, no fuckin’ way,” Matts grins into his beer, elbows taking too much space on the table, and Leon has to fight the urge to push them, paint the rest of his light shirt with beer, too. But he just grits his teeth together. “Fuckin’ watch me.”

"land locked blues" 🔒 (M) by injuriouscalm | 3,717 | Leon wonders if Matthew wants him to leave. If this was Calgary, he would leave. If this was Edmonton, Matthew would do whatever he wants. Leon would let him. He wonders just how much Matthew’s really changed, beyond the new tan and the new team and the new house and the soft smile instead of saying anything back.

"winter" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 4,782 | The thing about being in the leadership core is that when a game gets delayed by a massive snowstorm for "the safety of the fans" and someone in PR starts a sentence with, "You know what would be fun," Leon's not allowed to run away. Leon would really like to be able to run away.

"(But I Still Want That) Your Savage Love"🔒 (E) by crookedsilence | 8,140 | If pressed, Leon could probably give the exact breakdown of sex with Tkachuk. It’s become a routine, and he hates it. But he doesn’t hate Tkachuk.

"all taking and no giving" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 3,129 | In the small room behind that one, Leon finds Matthew Tkachuk leaning against the wall. He’s got a towel draped around his shoulders, half-covering the ripped up neck of his shirt, his cheeks are still pink from exertion, and he’s grinning. Leon wants to slam him against the wall and kiss him until he whimpers.

"sweet like honey" 🔒 (T) by loreli | 3,630 | “Hey, twenty-nine. Lookin’ good.” Matthew Tkachuk’s got a new chirping tactic. It’s surprisingly effective.

"Snapshots" 🔒 (E) by puckingtrash | 11,158 | Matthew's summers are always busy, traveling from one end of the world to the other for photo shoots. This one's in Cologne, hardly the most exotic location, but there's a castle so that's cool and also a very hot, though rather grumpy, guy whose picture he's supposed take. Too bad the guy looks like he'd rather be anywhere but here.

"give me the face - serve you the body" 🔒 (E) by isozyme | 5,352 | “You wanna go tonight?” Matthew asks lowly, so the media doesn’t hear. Draisaitl gives him a flat stare that means what. “Rematch,” Matthew elaborates. “One on one. Mano a mano. You win and I won’t touch a hair on Mickey-D’s precious head next game.” “If you win?” Matthew laughs and slaps Draisaitl on the shoulder like they’re friends. “We both know I’m not gonna win, buddy.”

"the words i speak are wildfires and weeds" 🔒 (M) by Lekonib | 4,680 | “I don’t tell you how to play your game, don’t try to tell me how to play mine.” Matthew says. He’s also taken a step away. Leans back against the chain link mesh of the storage cage, apparently unbothered by the soot and dirt that’s probably built up there. “Just because I pissed him off doesn’t mean he has to start punching the back of my head. I’m fine, by the way, thanks so much for asking.” His voice is casual again but it sounds more forced than it did at the beginning of all this.

"ring of fire" 🔒 (NR) by injuriouscalm | 687 | “Matthew,” Leon says again. Again. Soft. Like he thinks Matthew’s there on the other end of the line. White noise, the rest of the world’s hum from here. White noise like the carbonated background of anything outside of your name being spoken aloud. The voicemail ends. Real silence, then. Flat and vacuum-sealed shut.

"they are separate things (pretty pretty pretty things)" 🔒 (E) by notevenaflyersfan | 7,904 | Every time Leon thinks about Matthew Tkachuk over the course of one year, and the consequences.

"Teach me to be shy" 🔒 (NR) by anonymous | 6,240 | He bites his tongue, keeps all the words he wants to say trapped behind his teeth. And when Leon hugs him goodbye, if Matthew squeezes a little tighter and holds on a little longer than he probably should, well. Leon doesn’t say anything about it.

"home by now" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 102,331 | The first big piece of NHL news in the summer of 2026 is that the St. Louis Blues trade for Leon Draisaitl. The second big piece of NHL news in the summer of 2026 is that Calgary Flames captain Matthew Tkachuk hits the free agent market.

"cut" 🔒 (T) by daisysusan | 2,094 | Leon doesn’t realize until the handshake line that Matthew’s bleeding from the face.

"I’m under control (till you’re in front of me)" 🔒 (NR) by justhockey | 9,752 | It starts kind of backwards, to be honest. But then again, nothing involving Matthew Tkachuk is ever normal, so he’s not sure why he’s surprised.

"the kids are alright" 🔒 (M) by lighthousetowers | 65,465 | In which Matthew Tkachuk is an elementary school teacher, Leon is tired of everyone around him getting married and producing offspring, and PR truly does facilitate public relations. Emphasis on the relations.

"how lovely are thy branches" 🔒 (M) by quadratics | 5,271 | “What is it about my family that makes us so damn irresistible to you Germans?”

"wrong when it's right" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 5,682 | Leon is drunk. Which—glancing around the locker room—plenty of guys aren’t sober, and for that matter Matthew isn’t either, but Leon is among the drunkest. Maybe the drunkest. Not sloppy, really, but it’s obvious in his loose movements and the way he smiles. And to think, Matthew thought he was going to forget how much he knew about Leon’s body.

"Edmonton 10" 🔒 (E) by Helenish | 3,485 | Stupid, stupid to fuck a guy on another team, a guy you were supposed to hate, stupid to fuck a guy as elite and recognizable as Leon, just shit for brains dumbfuck stupid, Matthew told himself a hundred times.

"(come on, come on, come on) get through it" 🔒 (E) by Anonymous | 8,909 | Matthew knows what Leon wants. That much has always been true. Has been true since the first time Leon curled his fingers into Matthew's hair and said, look at me. It’s the specific nuances of how he wants, where Matthew gets tripped up. Sometimes Matthew can’t tell whether Leon wants Matthew to look at him or whether he just wants to make Matthew look.

"time to spark it" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 3,039 | "Leon." Matthew says. He can't remember wanting someone like this before, never in his life, like without them he'd explode. Leon is six-plus feet of warm skin and Matthew wants to ruin him. "Leon," he says again. "I promise I'll still hate you in the morning."

"weightless under sun" (E) by keyshui | 7,752 | Matthew was taught in childhood that gender is a boundary never to be crossed. And then he puts on eyeliner.

"For The Glory" 🔒 (T) by HollowMachines | 6,843 | “The Panthers won the cup! The Panthers have won the Stanley Cup!” Matthew’s on his knees, hands out wide as he slides across the ice, sweaty, exhausted, still staring up at the scoreboard. They did it. They fucking did it. They won the cup.

"only fools rush" 🔒 (E) in by bropunzeling | 94,867 | All of a sudden Matthew has to stop talking because this isn't just a joke. He's saying vows. The kind that are supposed to be, well, sacred. Meaningful, or something, if he were doing this right. He’s not doing this right, though. He’s doing this with Leon fucking Draisaitl, in Las Vegas at midnight, all in order to win a six pack and, hopefully, suck the guy’s dick.

"fangs of wanting" 🔒 (M) by iceguy | 1,454 | Matt’s down a tooth and Leon had nothing to do with it.

"dumb conversations, we lose track of time" 🔒 (T) by Authumnder | 2,533 | matthew_tkachuk: Rip I was always into you / drat_29: ? worst confession ever / matthew_tkachuk: You are not dead ? / matthew_tkachuk: I lied / matthew_tkachuk: You are nothing to me

"some kind of joke" 🔒 (E) by isozyme | 5,028 | Officially, the post-game player exchange is a chance for the two teams to meet briefly after the game and communicate about any issues between them that arose on the ice. The public line is that it’s supposed to help get any feathers that were ruffled during the game unruffled via respectful dialogue. Talk it out, clear the air, sit together and chew the fat. Inter-team conflict management at its finest and most appropriate. In Matthew’s experience, sometimes the guy does just want to chat and look at his phone until about the right amount of time has passed. But mostly not.

"took it as a taunt" (E) by keyshui | 8,788 | “And what do I get if I win?” Draisaitl looks dangerous, sharp and confident and cocky in nothing but his skates, under armor, and pads. “Loser has to wear a WAG jacket to the winner’s play-off games.” Matthew can’t deny the appeal of seeing Leon Draisaitl in Calgary red and yellow with Matthew’s name written across his shoulders in thick letters. It makes his mouth go dry, and he licks his lips, watches the way Draisaitl tracks the movement.

"bleed just to know you’re alive" (E) by keyshui | 5,053 | Leon and Matthew are both self-destructive men.

"Mulligan" 🔒 (E) by puckingtrash | 8,559 | mulligan - (n.) A second chance, usually after the first chance was missed due to bad luck or a blunder.

"preference" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 42,974 | Tapping someone for the winner's room once is just hockey. Twice, that's just a coincidence. But this thing with Draisaitl might be turning into a pattern for Matthew.

"take your claws (dig them into the concrete)" 🔒 (E) by AndThenBurnTheAshes | 7,200 | Sometimes he doesn't want to be Matthew Tkachuk, rat bastard, the league's most hated, out in front of the house where his parents are sleeping.

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SE Staffel 2 Rewatch (Folge 80-83)

Wir haben unsere ersten drei Neuen jetzt ein bisschen kennen gelernt und meine Highlights sind:

- Immer wenn Elisabeth auftaucht, läuft höfische Musik. Gustav würde es lieben 😂

- Sebastian zitiert Hamlet und versagt dann im Sportunterricht. Fühle mich sehr abgeholt und repräsentiert. Bitte mehr davon! 😅

- Franz ist derjenige mit der tragischen Backstory und zwar: Seine Eltern sind tot, weil sie einen Autounfall hatten und das Auto keinen Airbag hatte 😱 1. Das war erlaubt?! 2. SE so: Ja, beide Eltern. Ja, sie könnten noch leben, wenn das Auto nicht so alt gewesen wäre und Franz weiß das. Ja, er ist absolut traumatisiert und sucht verzweifelt nach irgendjemandem, der auf ihn aufpasst, aber keiner kann damit umgehen. Ja, er kann mit niemandem so richtig über die Sache reden und wird immer entweder von anderen angekackt oder benimmt sich selbst daneben. Bin irgendwie nicht überzeugt...

Nadja is such an icon ❤️ sie will alleine eine Weltreise mit ihrem Bus machen, aber der bleibt natürlich grade in Seelitz liegen und die Einsteinern zeigen sich von ihrer besten Seite und helfen, den Bus in die Werkstatt zu bringen. es ist Liebe auf den ersten Blick 🤩 Natürlich crashen sie und Wolfert erstmal total aneinander. Kein Wunder, die sind ja so ungefähr die gegensätzlichsten Charaktere, die man sich vorstellen kann. Wie sie sich gegenseitig beleidigen und Guppy nur daneben sitzt und nicht weiß, wen er jetzt als erstes in die Schranken weisen soll XD Beide haben sich aber auch total kindisch verhalten, keine Ahnung, was das sollte. Ich würde mit einer fremden Person nie so reden, wie die beiden miteinander, egal ob mir deren Einstellung passt oder nicht (außer mit Nazis. fuck them). Aber am Ende wird Nadja trotzdem als neue Erzieherin eingestellt und entschuldigt sich auch brav bei Wolfert (er sich aber nicht bei ihr, das hat der Herr Doktor offenbar nicht nötig…) Und die "Schnepfe" von einer Mitbewerberin wurde von den Kids auch erfolgreich vergrault. Friede Freude Eierkuchen, dann kann der Spaß ja jetzt losgehen! 🥳

Einziger Bauchweh-Punkt an der Nadja-Story: Die Indianersache. Einerseits versucht Nadja schon zu differenzieren, also erzählt von verschiedenen Stämmen und dass die Realität nicht so ist wie die Filme (und ich hab dadurch von Wilma Mankiller erfahren - googelt die mal, ist spannend!), aber andererseits wird auch viel pauschalisiert und es gibt eben auch so Momente, wo die Schüler*innen im Kreis sitzen und "hejaheja" singen, damit Nadja ihnen dazu Indianertänze zeigt. Schwierig. Ich muss sagen, dass ich als Kind viel auf Indianer-Zeltlagern war. Wir haben in Tipis gelebt und Indianerschmuck gebastelt und Indianerlieder gesungen. Aus heutiger Perspektive problematisch, aber damals gab's das Bewusstsein dafür noch nicht. Ich denk daran auch mit sehr gemischten Gefühlen zurück. Ich weiß heute, dass das kein sensibler Umgang war, aber ich hab das damals sehr geliebt und die Erinnerungen daran sind nach wie vor sehr nostalgisch und sehr schön. Ich glaub, man muss sich da sehr bewusst machen, dass das einfach eine andere Zeit war und man sich positiv daran erinnern darf, weil man es damals eben nicht besser wusste, solange man in der Lage ist, das eben klar in der Vergangenheit zu verorten und heute nicht mehr zu reproduzieren. Bin aber gespannt auf andere Takes, falls ihr das anders seht.

Aber zurück zu weniger schwerer Kost: Pasulke lernt von Alexandra, wie man sich mit Hilfe von Tieren besser Sachen merken kann. Also z.B. anstatt sich "Butter" zu merken, merkt er sich "der Affe springt in die Butter". Wieder mal super cute die beiden. Ich fands aber auch ziemlich fies, wie vorher alle den armen Pasulke angepampt haben, weil er irgendwelches Zeug machen sollte, bei dem ich nicht mal sicher bin, ob er als Hausmeister dafür zuständig ist? Also Maler bestellen, klar, aber auf Zuruf irgendwelche Sachen für einen Versuch bestellen? Weiß ja nicht…

Franz und Sebastian brechen einfach in eine verlassene, aber noch komplett eingerichtete und offenbar auch noch mit Strom versorgte Lagerhalle ein und benehmen sich dann so, als ob alles dort ihnen gehört. Na, wenn das nicht noch ein böses Erwachen gibt 😬 Aber ihre geheime Geheimhalle bleibt nicht lange geheim, weil immer, wenn bei Schloss Einstein jemand schwört, dass er/sie ein Geheimnis für sich behalten kann, weiß es ein paar Stunden später die ganze Schule. Jedes. Mal.^^ Und dann wird die Halle erstmal von den Dorfkids eingenommen und Wolf macht ein bisschen auf Obergangster und nimmt Sebastian in den Schwitzkasten... warum bist du auf einmal so wütend, Wolfi? wer hat dir wehgetan?

Alexandra erklärt Iris ausführlich, wie man ins Internet geht und dass man ein Passwort eingeben muss und sich dann das Modem verbindet. Bildungsauftrag für damals erfüllt - heute eher nicht mehr so hilfreich 😅 und natürlich nutzt Iris das Internet nur für Unfug! Sie schreibt in einem "Flirtcafe"-Chat mit irgendeinem random Dude. Iris, nein! (Ich bin aber auch ehrlich gesagt ein bisschen traurig, dass Iris nie eine Lovestory bekommen hat. Sie ist die größte Romantikerin von allen und redet am meisten darüber, dass sie soooo gerne eine Beziehung hätte - und SE hat das einfach immer ignoriert. Die Arme... Aber vielleicht fällt sie auch in diese "für viele Storys geeignet und daher nicht für eine Lovestory vorgesehen"-Kategorie wie Rieke, Alma etc. Würde bei ihr auch Sinn machen.)

Philipp ist da! Und sein Vater ist ja schon wieder so ein liebenswerter Kerl. Nicht. SE hasst Väter, glaube ich^^ Und obwohl er ordentlich ausholt, um Philipp eine Ohrfeige zu geben (obwohl der nichtmal gemacht hat, was Wolfert ihm vorwirft), scheint das für keinen der Anwesenden ein problematisches Verhalten zu sein. Can someone save him, please???