#me when ulrike talks to me

[colins-bridgerton]

penelope & colin playlist

a year ago by james arthur

i wish it was a year ago i wish that i could hold you close now i'm driving past your house, i know the lights are on, you're not alone i wonder if you're making eyes i wonder if he loves you like the way you said that only i could do i wish that i could tell you that I miss you

ghost of you by seconds of summer

too young, too dumb to know things like love too young, too dumb to I drown it out like I always do dancing through our house with the ghost of you and i chase it down with a shot of truth that my feet don't dance like they did with you

far away by nickleback

i wanted you to stay 'cause i needed i need to hear you say that i love you i loved you all along and I forgive you for being away for far too long so keep breathing 'cause i'm not leaving you anymore believe it hold on to me, and never let me go

oceans by seafret

it feels like there's oceans between you and me once again we hide our emotions Under the surface and try to pretend but it feels like there's oceans between you and me i want you i want you and i always will it feels like there's oceans between you and me

give me a minute by the coronas

and i can't remember how we got so wrapped up in it hold on i'm not finished just give me a minute i'm not finished and if you don't mind i can live with it just a minute i'm not finished would you be so kind just to forgive it

can i be him by james arthur

i heard there was someone but i know he don't deserve you if you were mine i'd never let anyone hurt you no no I wanna dry those tears, kiss those lips It's all that I've been thinking about 'cause a light came on when i heard that song and i want you to sing it again i swear that every word you sing you wrote them for me like it was a private show

before by ulrik munther

before we burn each other up before we lose our minds before i'm not enough for you baby I need some time before you break my heart oh before we need to talk before it even starts i mean i'm sorry i didn't call

you're loosing me by taylor swift

how long could we be a sad song 'til we were too far gone to bring back to life? i gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy and all i did was bleed as i tried to be the bravest soldier fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me i'm the best thing at this party (you're losin' me) andi wouldn't marry me either a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her and i'm fadin', thinkin' "do something, babe, say something" (say something) "lose something, babe, risk something" (you're losin' me) "choose something, babe, i got nothing" (i got nothing) "to believe, unless you're choosin' me"

deep end by birdy

i don't know if you mean everything to me and I wonder, can i give you what you need? don't want to find i've lost it all too scared to have no one to call so can we just pretend that we're not falling into the deep end?

love me or leave me by little mix

and love me baby please cause i could still be the only one you need the only one close enough to feel you breathe yeah I could still be that place where you run Instead of the one that you're running from, ooh you, can take this heart heal it or break it all apart no, this isn't fair love me or leave me here

cross your mind by calum scott

tell me, do i ever cross your mind? do i ever keep you up at night? thinking 'bout what coulda been if we did it all again i've been trying to keep an open door even though you've got the locks on yours tell me even after all of this time do i ever cross your mind like you cross mine? do i?

wrong direction by hailee steinfeld

loved me with your worst intentions didn't even stop to question every time you burned me down don't know how; for a moment it felt like heaven loved me with your worst intentions painted us a happy ending every time you burned me down don't know how; for a moment it felt like heaven and it's so gut-wrenchin' fallin' in the wrong direction

loves you like i coudn't do by dunacan laurence

i hope you find that someone who'll love you and it feels like all that you wanted thought it would last if we just kept running we played our hand, now we're left with nothing hope you find that someone who'll hold you In a way that i always wanted to a hundred shots, but we kept on missing there's no regrets, 'cause we tried, my love I hope you find that someone who loves you like i couldn't do

a little bit yours by jp saxe

you found someone new, before me and you didn't try nearly as hard and maybe that's the problem i don't know how to take it away from you without giving someone else my heart all I do Is get over you and i'm still so bad at it i let myself want you i let myself try i let myself fall back into your eyes i let myself want you i let myself hope i let myself feel things i know that you don't you're not mine anymore but I'm still a little bit yours

[gunthermunch]

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Pierce: hey!- Max: you are taking HIM?! Pierce: what are you talking about? Max: you know damn well Pierce! you two assholes were just talking about it Pierce: wait, is this about prom…? Pierce: good lord you’re delusional Max: ahah. hey why don't we shut the FUCK up- Pierce: HELL no! look, i really i don't want a fight, so listen up Pierce: it was his idea, he is taking me. Pierce: and you don’t have to worry or keep making silly little jealousy scenes, we are going together as friends, Max. FRIENDS. I have a girlfriend. Pierce: unlike you, i don't like Lucas that way Max: …what are you- Pierce: you're crazy about him, aren't you? Pierce: Max… you don’t have to keep denying yourself, it's okay. Pierce: everyone has seen your eyes when they’re on him. Pierce: for once, I’m not sorry.

Ulrike: …shit. Ulrike: Max?? honey what happened? Max: p-please, call my sister. Ulrike: come on, get on the car

[marimayscarlett]

I've just seen a photo of Khira and Emil (Paul's son) and thought it was super cute. Then I realised how close the whole „Rammstein camp" is and I almost cried a few happy tears.

Photos of Kira and Emil.

Paul and Oli together on holiday with children.

Schneider spending time with Khira and Till's grandson. Ulrikes and RZKs „birthday twin” picture.

Khira DJing at an event organised by Ollie's wife.

Selfies of Mareike and Schneider's wife.

Photos of till hugging Sophia’s mum last year.

Mareike, who is good friends with both Ariele and Nikki Landers.

The fact that Mareike has been practising in Fehrbelliner Strasse for years.

It makes me realise that they are all so much more than a band. Friends, some of whom have known each other for over 40 years and are almost like family. I think that’s so beautiful. Like imagine knowing some of your friends for more than 40 years ❤️ (and would love to be a fly on the wall when they all hang out together and talk about the good old days 😭❤️)

Hi 👋🏼

I must say, these constellations cross my mind quite frequently, especially since last year. A band which worked and created musical monuments together, rose to unbelievable fame together, went through hardships together for three decades and band members who knew each other even longer isn't the norm - so many bands out there exist only up to now because of numerous line up changes, to the point where only a small percentage of the original founding members are still present. It's also not totally the norm that family members of the band are this close to each other, support each other (like you mentioned Khira Li doing a DJ Set for Marie Riedel), spending time together so naturally. In my mind at least, all this can be viewed as signs for the band being so much more than just the work place of six creative minds who found each other 30 years ago - it's like a living space of vastly different characters, who stick together for better and for worse and have like a tightly knit support system out of their families around them, which are then again connected with each other. Of course I'm just speculating here a tiny bit on the closeness, but there really seem to exist several deeper and quite friendly connections between family members; and this whole net of support which is woven around the band is such a comforting concept to me 🤍

I didn't find pictures to all of the connections you mentioned (would honestly love to see a selfie of Mareike and Uli), but here are some photos, first up the 'birthday twin' picture of Richard and Ulrike (both having their birthday on the 24th of July:

Khira Li, Merlin, Emil and a friend of theirs, maybe enjoying the fact that Richard has a pool on his roof:

Schneider being a guest on Khira Li's birthday as well as during an excursion (even though I think the child is Maxime and not Till's grandson, I'm not entirely sure):

I'm very sure that there are more pictures like these out there, but that's enough digging for now 😇

[thebramblewood]

In which we discover Ulrike's puzzling new obsession.

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Helena: “Faaaaaust?!? Oh, there you are. You will not believe the day I’ve- Ulrike… What in the fresh gnome hell am I looking at here?”

Ulrike: “Oh, yeah! I stumbled upon this little guy today and couldn’t resist adding him to the collection. Isn’t he adorable? What should we name him?”

Helena: “He’s… naked.”

Ulrike: “Sharp observation, Zhao.”

Helena: “Tell me the truth, Faust. Am I going to have to stage a gnome intervention?”

Ulrike: “Well, you know I’ve been struggling with just a touch of artistic block lately.”

Helena: “I’ve noticed, yes.”

Ulrike: “I’m stressed about my thesis. Nothing I do seems interesting or innovative or even good anymore. Plus, I signed up for that stupid hipster gallery opening when I don’t even have a piece ready to show!”

Helena: [settles in for a long talk] “I’m still waiting to hear where the gnomes come in. Is this your cry for help, compulsively purchasing bizarre lawn ornaments? Should I actually be concerned?”

Ulrike: “No! I mean, yeah, at first it was a weirdly comforting distraction. But I think I’m a secret genius, Zhao, because these guys could be the key to everything!”

Helena: “You think these inanimate objects are going to, what, show you the meaning of life?”

Ulrike: “Of course not! But they are going to make me the star of that postmodernist jerk-off contest.”

Helena: “And let me guess. That maddeningly cryptic explanation is all I’m going to get.”

Ulrike: “A lady never reveals her cards too early. I have to be certain it’s going to work first. Anyway, I want to hear all about your terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.”

Helena: “Maybe I was being a little overdramatic. But I got caught in a downpour again because it literally never stops raining here. I spent the entire day feeling and probably smelling like a wet dog. Then this asshole in workshop took an unprompted shit all over my short story.”

Ulrike: “Yep, classic asshole move.”

Helena: “I remember hearing something about ‘feminist drivel.’ Then I think my soul left my body and I sort of blacked out.”

Ulrike: “Fucking misogynist swine. Do you want me to kill him for you?”

Helena: “Yeah, you and what army?”

Ulrike: [crushes Helena’s ribcage] “Me and my army of gnomes, obviously.”

Helena: [struggling for breath] “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

[thomasthetankieengine]

This would be funnier if prominent Tankie men on this site, such as pissvortex, brendanicus/yuri-alexeygaybitch, and archeocommunologist/sober-communist, didn't have such long histories of thinking their leftist politics makes them immune from being misogynistic.

Far from confined to them, misogyny in Leftist movements has a long history. Indeed, much of Second Wave Feminism was driven by women who were frustrated with their sexism of male leaders of the male leftists leaders of 60's and 70's. For example?

Revolutionary movements, often preaching violence and imbued with machismo, lend themselves easily to chauvinism. Andreas Baader, who formed an eponymous West German terrorist organization in 1970 with feminist journalist Ulrike Meinhof, spoke of all women as “cunts.” Like Baader, who would be remembered solely as a criminal had he not adopted a revolutionary political agenda to justify his gang’s murder and bombing spree, the leaders of the Black Panther Party preached a more equitable world while subjugating the women in their midst. The party newspaper railed against abortion as “a victory for the oppressive ruling class who will use [abortion] to kill off Black and other oppressed people before they are born,” and the birth control pill as “another type of genocide that the power structure has poured into the Black community.” It once expelled a member for terminating a pregnancy, and according to historian Kate Coleman, the group “punished rank-and-file females for even minor ‘infractions’ by turning them out as prostitutes.” In his memoir Soul on Ice, Panther “Minister of Information” Eldridge Cleaver wrote of how he viewed rape as an “insurrectionary act.” After he “practiced” on black women, he moved onto white ones, as “it delighted me that I was defying and trampling upon the white man's law, upon his system of values, and that I was defiling his women.” Panther Party co-founder and “Minister of Defense” Huey Newton talked a good game when it came to female equality, publishing a letter in the party newspaper reproving sexism (and homophobia) and declaring “we recognize the women’s right to be free.” Yet Newton authorized the beating of the woman who managed the Panther Liberation School after she reprimanded a male colleague. Oh, and he murdered a 17-year-old prostitute because she referred to him as “baby.” ... As long as there has been misogyny on the left, women feminists have fought it. In 1970 -- the same year Andreas Baader founded his revolutionary cell and Leonard Bernstein was introducing Upper East Side society matrons to the Black Panthers – the feminist writer Robin Morgan wrote a groundbreaking essay entitled, “Goodbye to All That.” Taking on “the good guys who think they know what ‘Women’s Lib,’ as they so chummily call it, is all about – and who then proceed to degrade and destroy women by almost everything they say and do,” Morgan wrote that, “it hurts to understand that at Woodstock or Altamont a woman could be declared uptight or a poor sport if she didn’t want to be raped.” She attacked the Weathermen, the American analogue to Baader-Meinhof, “with the Stanley Kowalski image and theory of free sexuality but practice of sex on demand for males,” and the patriarchal attitudes prevalent among New Left organizations more broadly, waving “goodbye to the dream that being in the leadership collective will get you anything but gonorrhea.” 47 years later, her critique could be applied to Harvey Weinstein, who earnestly seemed to believe, at least in his initial apology, that a series of random liberal bromides condemning Donald Trump and the NRA immunized him from the charge of sexism.

[christian-oc-tournament]

Ragunoe propaganda!

(I do not remember what I wrote at all for his description, so please bear with me if I repeat things)

Ragunoe is incredibly socially awkward! Which makes explaining why he was talking to thin air...difficult.

Ragunoe is the chosen one, his sword is know as Ivar's Blade by those who are inspired by the tails of good, and Ulrik's Bane, by its enemies, or Sigurd, since the sword is sentient. The groan creature in this picture is Sigurd, he has the body of a monkey but his head is a rabbit's. When the sword is summoned then Sigurd becomes ghostly, and only Ragunoe can see, hear or touch him. Which makes things awkward.

Despite how "bad" he is at being the chosen one (he thinks he isn't worthy) he has the heart of a hero and would lay down his life to protect those he loves.

Ragunoe is the protagonist of his story, Christopher (an evil ghost teen) is the villain, Ragunoe and his ragtag band of heroes need to stor Christopher before he drains the universe in order to resurrect himself. They hop around through dimensions (using Sigurd) sealing the cracks that suck the worlds dry that Christopher has made.

Christopher possess Ragunoe at one point too! Ragunoe ends up accidentally inhabiting the body of an old man in a 1920s inspired world.

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[hashimasims]

Elucea: Married? Right now? No! Not happening

Taehyung: But, don't you love me?

Elucea: Of course I do! There's no denying that. But you're moving too fast for me Tae, just hit the brakes!

Taehyung: There is no such thing as "too fast" when you're Fated Little Starfish.

Elucea: That's the thing! You're banking everything on us being Fated! There are things we need to talk about. Plans for what kind of future the two of us are looking at. Do they align? What about children? What happens when I age and you don't? There are too many things to figure out and talk through BEFORE we get married.

Taehyung: We can handle all those things when and IF they ever come up. You're the only one for me isn't that enough?

Elucea: And what if it isn't? What if JUST you isn't enough for me?

Taehyung: El?

Elucea: I want to go home Tae! We can talk about it tomorrow. I don't want to fight anymore and ruin what is suppose to be a happy day.

↓ Watcher's reactions: ULRIKE!!!! YOU'RE BACK!!! I WANTED YOU TO BE ARRYN'S LEGACY SPOUSE BUT THEN THE GAME CULLED YOU!!! I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!

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[mannylikessims]

The True Story of the Villareal Family [3.9]

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Wolfgang was descending to the pool showers when he spotted someone waiting in the hallway.

Sergio turned with a glower, torso gleaming under the fluorescent lights, shorts radiating pink.

“There you are.”

Wolfgang sniffed and pretended to ignore him, strolling in undaunted, but Sergio stepped in front of him to block his way to the bathroom.

“What the plum, dude,” scoffed Wolfgang. “What bee got into your pretty pink bonnet?”

“You need to stay away from us,” warned Sergio in a low voice. “Leave the Paragons alone. Leave Luna alone.”

“I didn’t do anything,” retorted Wolfgang. “You leave me alone.”

“Didn’t do anything? Bull!” Sergio flared. “We’ve had it with your Renegade pranks.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Wolfgang, not even trying to lie convincingly.

Sergio took a step forward, all the muscles in his upper body twitching with rage. “You’re always sneaking into our clubhouse while we’re trying on outfits–“

“–riiight, ‘trying on outfits’ is what you were doing–“

“–putting Nair in our shampoo – Siobhan still has a bald spot on her right side–“

“–heh, that was Ulrike’s idea–“

“–but attacking one of our own? That’s the last straw.”

Wolfgang frowned. “Ok, that one’s not true.”

Sergio stepped forward, seething, so close that Wolfgang could feel him breathing down his face.

“You know, they should really be cleaning the scum out of the pool.”

“Whatcha you gonna do about it, pretty boy?” Wolfgang sneered back. “I bet your guns are fake like the rest of you.”

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By the time Luna arrived, she was too late.

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[mysteryofvampires]

Hey, your bio says that you “like talking about your favourite books but unfortunately no one knows about them” so I was wondering — what are your favourite books?

OMG thank you for your question! This is my first ever ask and receiving it from such a talented and nice person like you is a great honour! Also sorry it took me so long...

My favourite books are the 'Die Erben der Nacht' series (translated into english 'the heirs of the night') by Ulrike Schweikert. It's a german book series wich contains six books. They are historical fiction (1877-1883) mixed with Fantasy (it's about vampires, but there are also other magical creatures like werewolves). It deals with topics like coming of age, friendship and love.

There are well written characters with pretty impressive character development and the plot is also pretty good. It's basically about how the vampires get repressed and decide to teach their children together. The main characters are a group of young vampires from various clans who become friends and more later on... two of them have a pretty good rivals to lovers arc. They have to overcome various challenges through the years all leading to defeat the mega villain Dracula later on. There is also a suplot with an orphan girl who lives with her vampire hunting uncle that falls in love with one of the vampire teens. The books are filled with a lots of information about culture, science and society back then.

You also meet many famous people from that time. The most important one being Bram Stoker who is an important part of the Story. Not only adopts he the orphan girl when her uncle dies but he also helps defeating Dracula along with Doktor van Helsing the vampire hunter. The plot basically inspires him to write Dracula.

You also meet other people like Oscar Wilde or empress Sisi of Austria.

The four main vampires also befriend the phantom of the opera in the third book.

The books also deal with things like feminism and stuff like that

I recommend it for people that speak German (obviously) who are interested in vampires and history and don't look for a literally masterpiece, cause it really isn't. It's a great YA book and an easy and quick read.

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[masterbaiting]

as if its by choice

it is in these glorious hours between the succession episode being released and me watching it that tomgreg is canon to me. oh the potentialities.

[kaizoku-musume]

Swordplay

Entry #4 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation kinktober event.

Fandom: Steam Prison

Pairing: Cyrus x Ulrik

Word count: 1.6k

Prompts: Sex toys/object insertion | Glove kink/uniform kink

Other content warning/tags/notes: Yes, the sword is used exactly how you're imagining it based on the title and prompt.

Cyrus eyed herself in the bathroom mirror, smoothing a hand over her uniform, admiring the way the bright red stood out starkly against the black. Her sword was strapped to her waist, and Ulrik had insisted on her coat despite the likelihood that it would just get in the way. As soon as she stepped into the bedroom, the scene would begin, so Cyrus took special care to make sure she was fully prepared, both physically and mentally.

With one last deep breath, Cyrus left the bathroom, slamming the door open to announce the beginning of the scene “Stop right there!” she called out, adopting her best police captain voice.

Ulrik, rifling through the bottom drawer of their nightstand in the best representation of a thief they could manage given the location, jumped up and whirled around to face her. “W-well well,” he was blushing already but he stuck to the bit and leaned against the nightstand casually, “if it isn’t Ms. Goody-two-shoes, showing up right on time. I’m starting to think you’re obsessed with me”

“I’ve had enough of you running amok, breaking the law,” Cyrus awkwardly followed their script, “If you can’t get your act together today, I’m going to have to take drastic measures.”

“Oh yeah?” this came more naturally to Ulrik than the smooth-talking he attempted earlier, his contrarian, challenging nature coming out in full force,” I’d like to see you try. You can dress up fancy all you want, but that means nothing if you can’t back it up.”

As one, they ran at each other as they acted out a pre-planned spar, carefully balanced to be vigorous enough it was semi believable and immersive (and enjoyable, too, because why not) but still fulfilling its purpose. And that purpose was for them to wind up on the bed, Cyrus perched on top of Ulrik’s chest while pinning his arms over his head. “I’ll give you one more chance to repent for your crimes and make the right choice,” Cyrus commanded.

“Make me,” Ulrik snapped back on instinct. It wasn’t quite in character, but it was true to his bratty temperament and Cyrus loved it too much to try to guide him back on track.

“Very well then, I will,” Cyrus shifted to grip both of Ulrik’s wrists in one hand as she retrieved a pair of handcuffs from her belt. Ulrik made a valiant-if fake-attempt to break free, but Cyrus kept him pinned flat to the bed. In one swift motion, she looped the handcuffs through the headboard and snapped them closed around Ulrik’s wrists.

Ulrik yanked on his restraints, testing them under the guise of pretending to break free. “Is this your brilliant plan to arrest me?” he goaded, “How are you going to get me to jail if I’m stuck here?”

“I don’t need to bring you to prison to instill some values in you,” Cyrus said. With a certain amount of relish, she tugged Ulrik’s pants and underwear all the way down off his legs.

“What the-hey! What are you doing?!” Ulrik made a passing show of trying to kick out at her, but Cyrus manhandled each leg in turn, using his discarded pant legs to tie his feet to the headboard, effectively trapping him with his ass bare to her, his legs spread out and raised almost straight up, bent inward toward the headboard in a gorgeous display of his flexibility. The blush on his face as he sputtured, “Are you crazy? Let me go!”

“And have you go right back to your criminal ways? No. Today, I’m going to teach you a lesso,” Cyrus pointedly swiped a thumb across his exposed hole. He was positively drenched in lube and more than sufficiently stretched out from earlier-given what they had planned, Cyrus didn;t want to risk anything bad happening and went maybe a bit overboard when preparing him. Just to make sure he was still loose and ready, Cyrus dipped the tips of her index and middle finger inside him.

Ulrik squealed and tried to angle himself away, but with the position he was in, he had no leverage: all he could do was wriggle around a bit. “W-wait wait wait! You’re not-you’re not actually gonna fuck me, are you? I mean, you can’t, right? You don’t even have the right parts,” There was honest nervousness in Ulrik’s voice, knowing what was coming. This was his idea, but he’d been reluctant to admit any hesitation on his end purely out of pride. Wordlessly, Cyrus unstrapped her sword from her belt and brought the hilt between Ulrik’s cheeks. “H-hold on!” he blurted out, “You’re not seriously gonna-? We can talk about this, okay? You don’t have to do this!”

“I’ve tried everything to make you behave,” Cyrus teased the pommel up and down his crack, “You waste the chances I give you, break out of prison, trick all of my colleagues. So now you’ve left me no choice but to punish you like this.” And with that, she slipped the pommel into Ulrik’s hole.

“T-this is a crime!” Ulrik cried out in a last-ditch attempt to dissuade Cyrus, “Are you okay with that? You’re going to get in trouble for doing this!”

Cyrus, whose roleone she took seriously-was a cold, domineering captain, shot back, “And how will anyone find out? Are you going to walk into police headquarters and submit a report?” Ulrik had nothing to say to that, teeth clenched together against the onslaught of Cyrus’ words and her driving the hilt of her sword deeper and deeper into him. Cyrus wasn’t planning on fitting the whole hilt into him; just half. She had currently worked almost a quarter into him, his body struggling to accept it despite the girth being smaller than the fake cocks Cyrus usually fucked Ulrik with.

Ulrik bit his lip, trying and failing to stifle his grunts. His eyes were glued to what he could see of the guard drawing closer, and he could certainly feel as cenitmeter after centimeter pressed into him. Cyrus had avoided touching her sword as much as possible, handling only the lower half of the hilt, so the metal was cold as ice as it entered him, causing him to squirm.

Cyrus loomed above him, looking powerful and confident in her crisp uniform. She was focused on her efforts of fucking her sword in and out of his ass, hand held tight around the grip right above the guard. Ulrik turned his head to the side to bury his face in his arm, one eye peeking out to keep watching her. When he suggested this, he didn’t expect it to be so overwhelming. He thought, because the hilt was slim, it would be easy to handle. He didn’t know the molten heat of his body would contest so sharply with cold steel, or that the weird, slightly bulging shape of the pommel would feel so large and encumbering within him. The shape reminded him of a plug, and occasionally butted up against his prostate in the same way.

“Hey,” Cyrus gripped Ulrik’s chin, nudging his head to face forward again, “You’re going to look at me while I fuck you. Take your eyes off me again and I’ll feed you the sheathe instead.” She sped up her movements in punishment, rocking the hilt into him at the same pace she would normally fuck him. Ulrik whined as he obeyed, clenching around the hilt, legs attempting to twitch closed. Cyrus softened the blow of her words by stroking his hip with her free hand. She’d be a surprisingly good actor were it not for the small ways she blew her cover, but then, that’s what made her a good girlfriend.

Cyrus started regularly aiming for his prostate, empowered by the moans and whimpers leaving Ulrick, the jerking of his limbs, the way his eyes kept roving over her, snagging on different parts of her uniform. She took his cock in her hand and squeezed lightly, causing him to jolt. She pumped him rapidly, fingers pinching the tip every now and then because it seemed like something her character would do. Ulrik certainly seemed to appreciate it if his wailing was anything to go by. Once, she broke off to lightly tap his balls, scraping her nails ever so slightly across the thin, delicate skin. She did it again when Ulrik shouted, head tossing and turning on the pillow but gaze still dutifully caught on her. “Please, please,” he begged.

“Please what?” Cyrus prompted.

“Please, captain,” Ulrik said, surprising Cyrus and sending a flash of heat through her, “I’ll be good, I swear I’ll be good, just let me come.”

Cyrus gulped, more aroused than she expected to be. She wasn’t even trying to deny his orgasm, and yet here he was begging for it-properly. “Well, if you mean it, I suppose I can take it easy on you. But if I catch you breaking your promise, next time I’ll make it worse for you.” She stroked Ulrik’s cock with more care as she dragged her sword directly against his prostate.

Ulrik cursed as he tipped over the edge, clamping down on the hilt, eyes fluttering madly as he obeyed Cyrus’ order to look at her. When it was all over and Ulrik was left a sticky, sweaty mess, Cyrus carefully slipped the sword out of him. As she began untying his limbs, Ulrik, still half out of it, giggled at the thought of Cyrus thoroughly cleaning her sword later. She would probably be upset if she knew, but part of the reason Ulrik suggested this whole thing was because now, whenever she used her incredible swordsmanship skills, she’d be thinking of him in this moment; no matter how much she cleaned her weapon the memory of him would stay imprinted with her forever.

[subrasims]

.・。.・゜🫐・.・🫐・゜・。.

Wolfgang heads off to work and the girls decide to go get some pastries at the cafe (Which gets stolen by NPCs).

They head out to the patio and talk mostly about Wolfgang.

U- You know when Wolfie said he wanted me to meet his girlfriend i thought he was playing a prank on me.

C- Why would you think that .

U- He's never been a label kind of guy that's all.

C- I guess things change when you're in love.

U- Sure...... but i wouldn't get to invested if i were you, he's always been a heartbreaker after all.

Cylene has heard enough, she storms of leaving Ulrike alone.

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[gunthermunch]

[Transcript under the cut]

Ernest: oh- hello? Ulrike: hi Ernest Ernest: are your here for Gunther? Ulrike: we are going to the Olde Platz Ernest: …like that? Ulrike: he owes me money, and christmas is near. Gunther: don't ask. Ernest: okay! have fun! Ulrike: i'll have fun when i get my cash back. Ernest: Gunther- Gunther: see ya! Ernests snores big time Ernest: oh hey. i can open them myself y'know WG: you can't! Ernest: yes WG: no! WG: why are you sleeping? Ernest: because i'm tired WG: why are you tired?? Ernest: because i didn't sleep WG: but why Ernest: because! Mila: you're back. Ernest: hi love WG: there's a bug inside your head. Ernest: wrong! now stop disecting me okay? mom's here Ernest: i was very tired, sorry. Mila: I don't understand what you're doing. Ernest: ….hm? Mila: you just go out and then never talk about what it when you get back. Mila: …i don't really need to get you. Mila: and i already know this has to do with Mortimer and your job. Mila: but right now i just need to know if i can keep trusting you, and that what i fear is happening is not happening. Ernest: i love how you handle eloquence. Mila: i'm serious, Ernest. Ernest: me too Mila: Ernest… Mila: just- whatever you're scheming, make sure you're doing it for the best

[druckers]

Andreas maler and/or magda for the character questions?

answering both because they are my friends ^_^ (spoilers obv)

for andreas:

first impression honestly its been about 6 months and ive done 3 other playthroughs since my first so i dont have the best memory of it. i was very charmed by him as a protagonist but i think it took me until my second playthrough to really get a good feel for who he is

impression now i adore him and adore how well his character arc is finished up. everytime i go back for a replay i put more and more little things together about him and he feels like someone i know. i love following him throughout the story and grieving with him and just going through all of my goddamn emotions playing as him. i shit you not i think hes just one of my favorite videogame protagonists ever

favorite moment i feel like its a little cheesy saying the windmill with ulrike and little andreas because its the last proper scene in the game but everything about it gets me.. its a very small ending but i feel like its perfect. theres a routine in it being right before supper. hes spending time with the kids and getting their energy out for maybe a half hour before they sit down and eat... it shows how well hes settled into tassing and how hes recovering and how he really is loved by the people there i think.

idea for a story with the nature of pentiments setup in acts with timeskips inbetween i think you can do a lot to fill in the blanks. i want to know more about josef and daniel and the rest of his family or how he tried to raise august or how his first week or so with caspar was or how he got to know magdalene for the few months before she left for prague. i have something drafted (no idea if itll ever get finished though) thats about him and the druckers before the events of act 1 and how you go about integrating a traveling artist into your family unit

unpopular opinion see the nice thing about pentiment being kind of niche is i havent seen any really shit opinions that end up as Major Shit Opinions but i will always have contempt in my heart for the people who say andreas never dying doesnt do anything for the story

favorite relationship sorry this is a garrett tumblr user druckers moment but his friendship with claus (and with marie and bert before they died- the lines talking about how fond they all were of eachother get me) HIIIIIITS i love how perfectly they parallel eachother and how those parallels highlight the differences that led to them falling out. and i love how they both still really care for the other despite everything. goddamn!!!!

favorite headcanon weird thing is i really dont have a lot of headcanons for most of the pentiment characters? hes bisexual though

for magdalene:

first impression also dont remember it very well for previously listed reasons but i Also feel like i missed out on a lot of act 3 my first goaround. but i got attached to her very fast in both acts. was very very very charmed when she waddled over to caspar in act 2 and said hi to him that entire interaction is adorable...

impression now she is my EVERYTHINGGGGG act 3 is my favorite out of all of them and i love her as a protagonist i love (similar point to andreas) putting so many little things about her together when i go back and play the game again. shes the character i connect with the most and everything about her story hits an extremelyyyy personal spot for me. following her progress on the mural and how its a rite of passage for her and how it connects her to both her mother and her father. waaah

favorite moment exploring in the abbey in act 3... seeing her trying to work through everything that happened the night of the revolt :-[ i feel like it gives you a lot of tiny insights into her character. also cool mural parallels wrt preserving history. to me that entire sequence reads as her rummaging around in the remains of the abbey for both her own research and for any bit of closure she can find because its her first time being there in 18 years. the music (which even lyrically fits her, i think) and the general atmosphere has just like. gotten itself stuck in my mind. its my favorite scene in the game.

idea for a story written letters between her and everyone back in tassing with little bits inbetween showing how her and the sommerfelds are getting along in prague. i have another thing drafted (unsure if it will ever be finished) with her and andreas on the night claus passes.

unpopular opinion repeat of the "niche videogame so there are not a lot of bad opinions that are widely agreed upon" point but anyone who insists shes too bitchy or shes not a good protagonist compared to andreas is getting a personal throttling courtesy of ME. act 3 is everything to me.

favorite relationship sorry garrett druckers moment. saying this as a son who spent most of his life as a daughter everything about her and claus makes me cry and throw up i see myself in her and i see my dad in him. they love eachother so much and all of the tiny ways its shown through lines of dialogue or animations or expressions.. the hardest i have ever cried over a videogame was during the conversation they have after the feast. ive been working on typing up an entire post on the mural and how its significant to both of their characters but given how much time i spend thinking about them it will probably take a very long time to actually finish writing. i want to say more but alas it will probably end up deeply personal... just please take away that claus and magdalene are some of the most important characters to me ever. (shoutout to esther too i adore her. her letters and how much her and magda love eachother.... never EVER forget it) (also shoutout to baltas also all 4 of my playthroughs had tinkerer as one of her skills and i love hanging out with him. i go back and bother him as much as possible trying to find any other bit of dialogue i can)

favorite headcanon shes a lesbian :^]

[thebramblewood]

Pouring one out for the Helrike shippers.

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Yet another hit build from @whyeverr! Again, this one is much bigger and cooler than I make it appear. (And we won't talk about the fact that Britechester's "historic district" is actually Willow Creek, lmao.)

Transcript under the cut.

Ulrike: [to waiter] I’ll take a glass of your finest red, please, and keep it flowing!

Helena: I didn’t realize we were celebrating.

Ulrike: Hell, yeah, we’re celebrating! I think we deserve it considering we’re both days away from blowing this popsicle stand with our sanity still mostly intact.

Helena: You don’t have to guzzle it like that. It’s not going anywhere, you know.

Ulrike: Sorry. But aren’t you excited? I’ll be spending an idyllic summer in the Windenburg countryside, and you’ll be making a splash on the publishing scene in San My. We’re finally going places, Zhao!

Helena: Right. About that... [laughs nervously] I’m not actually sure I want to go.

Ulrike: Are you kidding me, Helena? Don’t be silly. Of course you want to go!

Helena: I don’t know, Ulrike. The more I think about it, the less appealing it sounds. I mean, what am I really going to be doing? Splitting a shitty apartment with three roommates and running coffee orders every day?

Ulrike: It won’t be like that forever.

Helena: It just doesn’t seem worth it to me.

Ulrike: [cautiously] Well... what are you going to do then?

Helena: I thought I might go to Windenburg with you instead. Oh, come on! It’s not a crazy idea. I could work on grad school apps, find a seasonal gig in some quaint souvenir shop. We wouldn’t have to worry about the long distance thing.

Ulrike: It’s just... it’s called a retreat for a reason.

Helena: I didn’t realize I was what you needed to retreat from.

Ulrike: That’s not what I meant. But you know how uninspired I’ve been lately.

Helena: So now I’m not inspiring enough for you?

Ulrike: No! But I do think a change would benefit-

Helena: Are you breaking up with me?

Ulrike: [under breath] Oh my god. [to waiter] Can you top me up over here, please?

Helena: Faust, it really feels like you’re breaking up with me right now.

Ulrike: Well, maybe we should cool things off for a bit. Listen, you’ve never been anything

but supportive, and I appreciate that. Of course I do. But sometimes it feels like it’s at the expense of supporting yourself.

Helena: What is that supposed to mean?

Ulrike: I mean, when was the last time we did anything because you wanted to? You’re such a good cheerleader. I love that about you. But I worry you’re neglecting your own goals to make me happy. It’s important for you to be your own person. Maybe some time apart will help.

Helena: Well, if it’s time apart you want, we might as well just start now.

Ulrike: Zhao, I’m not trying to make you feel bad. We can at least finish dinner.

Helena: I’ve lost my appetite.

Ulrike: Zhao!

[occult-roommates]

The Marrons

Once they were done unpacking the luggage from the car, the group followed Rudi to Yamuna and Tamara’s chalet, where Rudi’s family was also gonna reside for the time of the vacation. So might as well present the ol’ relatives to their friends.

Rudi: Ok guys, promise me you won’t embarrass me? Like, I 100% support being a weirdo, but I mean don’t say shit like puta madre in front of my mom or something. It is not true it means beautiful in Spanish, I lied. Daniele: Rudi, nobody believed you one bit when you said that.

The group went inside, where a plump, middle aged woman with grey streaks in her wavy hair greeted them.

Rudi: Here’s my mom, her name is Guadalupe. Kino: Hello Misses Marron. Lupe: Oh please, you can just call me Lupe. It’s fine. Rudi: Where’s everybody else? Lupe: Your sister is upstair, and your brother is outside with your dad.

And so they went upstair, where they found a blonde teenage girl laying around on the couch, looking obviously bored.

Rudi: Ok so this is my sister, Ulrike. Ulrike, say hi to my friends. Ulrike: ...Hi... Rudi: Damn, can you at least try to fake being happy? Ulrike: No ok, it fucking sucks. I wanted to spend my 18th birthday in Puerto Rico with my friends, but nooooo. Cause I’m not an adult yet then that means mom can force me to spend it instead in bumfuck nowhere on that stupid Canadian island. At least we got wifi. Audrey: Should we tell her Nova Scotia is not an island? Rudi: Whatever, let’s go outside, I ain’t dealing with a teenager today.

Yeah, that’s the thing. Weirdly enough, Ulrike shares a birthday with Tamara, July 7th, obviously not of the same year. Which is why the Marrons got invited to their yearly vacation to Nova Scotia. As she was turning 50 that year, Tamara wnated to make this summer extra special. But then, Lupe decided to force Ulrike to come cause come on, she’s not missing her daughter’s 18th birthday.

And so the group followed Rudi outside, where indeed, their little brother and their step-father was.

Rudi: The little 12 years old dweeb with a skateboard over there is my brother Conan, and the older dude is Sandalio, my mom’s husband. Conan: Hey! Matteo: I thought your dad was dead. That’s like, a pretty major thing that happened...That’s like the only thing I knew about your family prior to today. Rudi: Yeah, I said he’s my mom’s husband, not my dad. I mean, no offense to him, but my mom and him got married when I was 18, so I just cannot really bring myself to call him my dead. Especially since I was like, 15 when my actual dad died. But I also accepted to take his surname in exchange of him paying for my legal name change so now I’m legally Rudder Lopez Marron, but I don’t use it cause like...He’s not the one who came inside my mom...I mean he might have but if he did, it did not result in my conception. Dawud: I am begging you to stop talking. Daniele: Then what’s your actual surn- Sandalio: Hi Rudi, what were you telling your friends? Rudi: Uh...How mom is such a cougar for marrying you. Like, you’re such a young guy it’s disgusting. Sandalio: Haha...Don’t listen to them, I’m only five years younger than Lupita, and at our age it’s not really weird of an age gap. Rudi: I know, I know. I’m just kidding. Mom has always been into younger guy anyway, like my dad was also younger than her, but only by a year. That’s her little #girlbossfeminist trait. Sandalio: ....What?

Alright, while they worried about their friends embarrassing them in front of their family, turns out the most embarrassing person here is actually Rudi themself!

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