#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]

[Transcript under the cut]

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 😇

[battle-scvrs]

“if you could only see the beast you made of me"

(cw: death, discussion of injury)

𝖇 𝖆 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈

NAME: Fenrir Ulrik Greyback NICKNAMES: Fen AGE: 34 GENDER: Cis Male PRONOUNS: He/Him

𝖋 𝖆 𝖒 𝖎 𝖑 𝖞

MOTHER: Freya Greyback nee Macnair FATHER: Anders Greyback SIBLINGS: n/a

CHILDREN: Magnus Greyback

𝖕 𝖍 𝖞 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈 𝖆 𝖑 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖘

FACE CLAIM: Aaron Taylor-Johnson BUILD: Tall, stocky, particularly hairy. HAIR COLOR: Dark brown. EYE COLOR: Deep blue. DOMINANT HAND: Right. ANOMALIES: Scarring on his neck from the werewolf bite, scars on his back and his arms from claws. FASHION: Generally a bit thrown together, with clothes that are a bit patchy. NERVOUS TICS: Fenrir does not get nervous.

𝖑 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖞 𝖑 𝖊

RESIDES: A countryside cottage in the Cotswolds, backing onto acres of woodland BORN:  Greyback family home, Norway RAISED:  Greyback family home, Norway PETS: n/a.

CAREER: Chef EMPLOYER: The White Wyvern POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Unmarked Death Eater

DRUGS: Occasionally. SMOKES: Occasionally. ALCOHOL: Fenrir likes a deep red wine, or a smokey whiskey. DIET: Red meat heavy, usually on the rarer side.

LANGUAGES: English, Norwegian.

𝖒 𝖆 𝖌 𝖎 𝖈

ALUMNI HOUSE: Home-schooled. WAND (length, flexibility, wood, & core): 13 and one quarter inches, Elm wood, unicorn tail hair core, flexible. PATRONUS: Unable to cast. BOGGART: A version of himself that is not a werewolf, a weaker being.

BIO:

Fenrir Ulrik Greyback was born in Norway to Anders and Freya Greyback, where he resided for the early years of his life. As a child, he was curious and inquisitive and spent a lot of time outside. He loved exploring the natural world, and particularly enjoyed nights when the auroras were strong and his mother would get him bundled into a snowsuit and take him out for a walk to experience the lights. His parents were wizards, but this was a natural magic and he found it fascinating. It was one such evening where a full moon shone amongst the auroras, and neither Fenrir or Freya heard the noise of a werewolf approaching them before the beast was already upon them. It attacked Fenrir first, sinking large teeth into his neck with claws shredding at his skin. He doesn’t remember anything beyond that until he woke up in the hospital with his father by his side, looking older than he ever had before. His mother was gone, having died being attacked whilst trying to pull the werewolf away from Fenrir.

Family life was never quite the same again. With Freya gone, all joy seemed to be sapped from Anders. Fenrir’s life shrunk to being home-schooled by Anders who was terrified that his son’s condition would get out if he was sent to a proper school, and the whole family would be shunned. His father stopped talking to others about Fenrir’s existence immediately, and though Fenrir never realised, he had modified the healers memories so they believed he had died with Freya. Anders told Fenrir that his condition was something to be ashamed of, something to dread. Gradually, Fenrir began to resent his treatment. Each full moon bought a newer bitterness, and as he grew up, his wolfish side began to grow stronger. As a pup, he’d found enough room to roam around the cellar that he was locked in – but with each passing month, and each passing year, he longed to be free at the full moon.

When Fenrir was fifteen, the pair relocated to Scotland where Anders was due to take up a ministry job. On the first full moon since they moved, Fenrir broke free from his bonds and killed his father. When he awoke the following morning, he was several miles away from their home in a forest, and another man was standing over him. The other man was in a similar state to Fenrir, skin torn and grey, and he offered Fenrir a hand of friendship. It was the first time he’d met another werewolf in their human form, and life was then forever changed. For the next few years, Fenrir hardly touched his wand at all. Fenrir’s disappearance from public life in Norway had done him favours, and nobody knew Fenrir had entered Britain with his father. A quick trip home to gather his belongings and transfigure his father’s body into a stick with the guidance of the older wizard, and Fenrir finally found a pack of werewolves to call family. What the ministry made of Anders disappearance, Fenrir neither knew nor cared.

For the next few years, Fenrir hardly touched his wand at all. He grew into a fully fledged werewolf, unashamed of his condition. With each passing month his power grew, and so did his thirst for blood. No longer was his father holding him back, and instead he had a pack that encouraged him to embrace his true nature. At seventeen years old, Fenrir had risen in importance amongst their pack and he had started to gain a reputation for himself as a vicious, blood-thirsty beast. He got confident and cocky in his own abilities as a beast, until he murdered two muggle children and was brought before the Ministry of Magic for questioning the following morning.

Relying on his Norwegian upbringing, and the fact he had not attended Hogwarts as a child, Fenrir played dumb. He feigned ignorance of the English language and asked the ministry workers to repeat their questions many times until he understood. His wand had been left at home because of the full moon so there was no evidence that he was a magical being, and he pretended that he had did not know of the existence of wizards. One ministry member, Lyall Lupin, identified the tell-tale scars on Fenrir's neck and tried insisting that he be held until the full moon to see if he transformed, but the rest of the ministry committee did not see value in this to Fenrir's delight. As they were releasing Fenrir, Lyall had spat that Fenrir, and all werewolves, were soulless, evil and deserving of nothing but death. Fenrir hid his rage, but vowed revenge on the man for his prejudice.

Biding his time, Fenrir spent a few months quietly watching Lyall Lupin until he discovered where the other man lived. Then it was simply a matter of waiting for the right time until he attacked the young Remus Lupin, biting him deeply to ensure that he became infected with lycanthropy. Lyall arrived quickly enough, but still too late. The deed was done - Remus had been intentionally infected, and it gave Fenrir a taste of what was to come.

In the following years, Fenrir carefully started to integrate himself into wizarding society. Fenrir works as a chef at the White Wyvern, a position that suits him well. His employers don't question Fenrir dictating his working hours around the full moon, and working in a kitchen means that he doesn't have to be seen by anyone other than his co-workers. He has started actively practicing magic again, particularly the dark arts, though he still prefers to rely on his natural brawny strength in a fight than his magical ability.

As the tension continues to build for the war, Fenrir has found a place amongst the Death Eaters, where he is more than happy to do their dirty work as long as it gives him access to further potential victims. Voldemort's refusal to offer Fenrir the dark mark has rubbed Fenrir the wrong way, and he sees the way the other Death Eaters look at him as lesser yet he bides his time. He has continued to rise amongst his pack, eventually killing his former mentor and taking his place as the leader of the pack. Their mission is to infect as many humans as possible, with the dream of creating a werewolf army that could eventually challenge wizards for dominance in society.

Whilst bringing more wolves into the pack that Fenrir leads, he grew close to a half-blood werewolf named Nancy Edwards. The pair were together for several years, and as the result of a few drunken, reckless nights, they had a son together called Magnus. Fenrir and Nancy are no longer together romantically, but they are amicably raising Magnus together. Magnus is also a werewolf, having inherited the condition by virtue of both of his parents being true lycanthropes. Fenrir is proud of his now five year old son, and is raising him with virtues that he believes will make him a strong future leader of a pack.

[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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[kaizoku-musume]

Pinned Down

Entry #19 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation kinktober event. Link to Ao3.

Fandom: Steam Prison

Pairing: Cyrus x Ulrik

Word count: 1.5k

Prompts: Phone Sex | Wet Dreams

For the fifth time, Ulrik glanced down at Cyrus’ hand, just a few centimeters from his as they walked side by side down the street, running an errand for Eltcreed. Usually Cyrus followed along behind him; this was the closest they’d been since Eltcreed had hired her, and Ulrik couldn’t help but focus on their proximity. He should move away, but that would be too telling. What’s worse, he was more concerned with finding out how Cyrus’ hand would feel against his than maintaining a proper distance. She came from the Heights, so normally one would assume she’d have soft, perfectly manicured hands. But she used a sword, so she should have calluses, right?

This was stupid. So what if she was a paradox? There was no point in thinking about it. Ulrik was about to step forward, screw being obvious, when Cyrus suddenly grabbed his arm and shoved him into an alley. Ulrik struggled on instinct, but Cyrus’ grip was unrelenting, her military training allowing her to outmaneuver his resistance. She dragged him into the shadows and slammed him against the bricks, pressing close behind him, pinning him to the wall.

“What are you doing?” Ulrik demanded, pushing back to no avail. Cyrus just plastered herself to his back, her chest and hips flush against his.

“Shh,” she whispered right by his ear. Ulrik fought the shudder that threatened to follow. “I saw one of the HOUNDS up ahead. They were coming our way.”

“And you thought this was a good idea to avoid them?” Ulrik whisper-yelled, feeling a bit tingly wherever Cyrus was touching him.

“I didn't have a better plan in mind,” Cyrus said, her breath tickling his neck. Oh, this was bad. Ulrik could feel his body respond to all the stimuli. Cyrus’ body heat was searing, her arms caging him in like he was under her protection.

“Well, get off! You don’t need to be on top of me to hide,” Ulrik demanded.

“Two people in an alley is more noticeable,” Cyrus explained, “We have a better chance of going unnoticed like this.”

That didn’t make sense. They could be side by side and stay just as hidden. Ulrik opened his mouth to say just that but Cyrus hushed, “Quiet, they’re about to pass us.” Reflex kept him silent, ears pricked toward the entrance of the alley. He could hear multiple pairs of footsteps pass by, but nothing indicating it was specifically a HOUND that was approaching-no heavy steps from boots or the like. How could Cyrus tell?

“Did they leave?” Ulrik asked.

“I’m not sure,” she said, “We should probably stay here for a bit just in case.” That wasn’t happening. There was no way Ulrik could stay here for one more second. He made one more attempt to break free, trying to find the wiggle room to throw an elbow back or something. She responded by pressing impossibly closer, bumping his hips against the wall. A small sound escaped Ulrik at the contact. They both froze.

Shit.

In the few seconds of tense silence that followed, Ulrik desperately hoped that Cyrus somehow hadn’t heard him, or if she had, that she had the presence of mind not to address it. But his hopes were dashed when she finally said, “Are you really getting off on this right now?”

Ulrik sputtered in shock at being called out. Cyrus didn’t seem like the type of person to say something like that, either. “What are you talking about? Just move already!”

“Keep your voice down,” Cyrus didn’t budge an inch, “Stop struggling. We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves.” One of her hands drifted down to his waist. “Will you calm down if I take care of it?”

What. the. Fuck? Was Ulrik going crazy? Was Cyrus really suggesting what he thought she was?

Cyrus appeared to take his silence as a yes, because she began undoing his belt. “Wait, wait, wait!” Ulrik’s voice rose again, “Are you really doing this? Too late, he realized he hadn’t told her to stop or tried to push her hand away.

“Of course,” Cyrus, facing no resistance, easily unsnapped his button, “It’s my fault you’re like this in the first place. I have to take responsibility for my actions.” That . . . sort of sounded like something she would say. In any situation other than this one!

“You don’t have to!” Ulrik tried once more, still stunned frozen (not that he could move much if he wanted to).

A full-body shiver wracked through Ulrik when Cyrus pressed her lps right against his ear and murmured, “But you want me to, don’t you? I know you’ve been thinking about how it would feel if I touched you.” Ulrik bit his lip in guilt. Morals didn’t exist in the Depths, but fantasizing about your coworker when she was right next to you had to be a special kind of wrong.

Taking advantage of Ulrik’s inner conflict, Cyrus tugged his half-hard cock out of his pants, giving him a few quick strokes before he could react. Ulrik couldn’t stop himself from jerking into her touch. She did have calluses, all along her fingers and palm, worn over from time. It added an interesting texture to her tight, sure grip. “Cyrus,” he put up a token protest, hardly believing that he was going to allow Cyrus to get him off in this kind of situation.

What happened to the HOUND, anyway? Didn’t Cyrus want them to be careful? This was really risky if they hadn’t left yet. Why was Cyrus okay with this? Suspicion bloomed in the back of Ulrik’s mind, but it was blown away when Cyrus nibbled on his earlobe and began pumping him for real.

“Just relax. Let yourself feel good. Don’t worry about anything but my touch. Show me what feels best for you,” Cyrus’ voice dripped like honey, wiping away all thoughts that weren’t centered on their little pocket of privacy. Her hand expertly squeezed and stroked his cock, thumb coming up to swipe across his tip. Ulrik groaned and rested his forehead against the wall. If Cyrus was confident they could do this without getting caught then he might as well go along with it. Who knows when he’ll ever get this chance again?

“Where’d you learn this anyway?” Ulrik said accusingly. He was pretty sure Cyrus was a virgin. Sure, Eltcreed was shady just like everyone else in the Depths, but there was no way he was the type to take advantage of his employees, right? Or could it be someone else entirely?

“Nowhere in particular,” Cyrus’ mouth shifted down to his neck, “I’ve just thought about this a lot. You have no idea how tempting you are.” She sucked on his neck, applying various amounts of suction to test what affected Ulrik the most (harder, with teeth). She sped up the pace of her hand, fingers gliding over his dick.

“There-there’s no way,” Ulrik choked out. Cyrus still being invested in him as a friend was surprising enough after all his antagonism, but to hear that she wanted more? Even if it was just a way to relieve stress or physical attraction, Ulrik wouldn’t have expected that. But her hand on his cock and her lips on his neck and her hips grinding into him, mimicking-holy shit-mimicking her fucking him all pointed toward her words being true.

“How could I not adore you? You’re sweet even when you pretend not to be, you’re clever and tough enough to survive as long as you have down here, and you’re the right size for me to hold like this,” Cyrus flattened his hips to the wall, surrounding him.

Ulrik couldn’t think of a thing to say in response, too lost in the feel of her perfect grip, hand moving lighting-fast on his cock, her marks on his neck stinging with the aftershocks of pain. Noises spilled out of his mouth unwillingly, reverberating off the stones around them. Instead of feeling trapped, Ulrik felt . . . guarded. He knew that Cyrus was going to take care of him.

“More,” he urged, eyes slammed shut against the sensations she was putting him through. He managed to bring one arm down so he could grip onto her waist as she rocked into him, “Cyrus, more!”

“Do you know what else I like about you?” Cyrus sighed into the nape of his neck. Ulrik was so close, he just needed one more push, a few more strokes. “I know you like me too. It’s so obvious. The way you can’t stop staring at me, the way your thoughts always drift to me. Why don’t you admit it to yourself?”

Ulrik’s eyes shot open in shock and denial. Instead of brick walls, he was facing a soft, white piece of fabric; instead of Cyrus behind him, he was tangled in a large, wrap-like object. Disoriented, it took Ulrik a few moments to realize he was in bed, trapped in the sheets with a slightly damp spot in his pants from precome. His cock was still hard, close to an orgasm from grinding against the mattress.

Face flushed bright red, Ulrik buried his head in the pillow. Fuck, now he was having wet dreams about her? There was no way he liked Cyrus. He just paid her a lot of attention because she was suspicious, that was all.

And if he brought a hand down to finish the job to thoughts of her, well, no one but him had to know.

[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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[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 :^]

[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

[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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[moonfromearth]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

Eeeee yay thank you so much for this!!

Let's see... I think I'll talk about... .

Meghan Root!

Wasn't ever supposed to be posted or even played past the completion of the scenario, it was just a random save I started when I was bored. But then I went to school and then my queue ran out, so I put together her screenshots to buy myself some time until I came up with something else. However, I ended up liking her, Ulrike, and Emmett so much that I kept playing their family! (will one day continue with Willow when I eventually get High School Years)

Has had the most makeovers throughout her life than any of my other sims. She got one each season as well as with each life stage. 🤩

Because she was so broke (aka I completely failed making a starter home) I had to redo her kitchen like five minutes into gameplay to get her some extra money, so it changes from the first post it appears in to the next. Continuity errors bother me so I still haven't lived it down 😆😆

For a while I actually considered that Meghan and Darling Walsh would end up together, since Ulrike didn't seem too interested in a long term relationship and Darling really liked Meghan. However, in the end, Meghan liked Ulrike better and I'm sooo glad they worked out 😊

This one's a little heavy but Meghan was spared by the grim reaper twice at the end of her life (I was only pleading because it never works!). This allowed her to live long enough that her and Ulrike died on the same day, which I thought was kinda sweet.

[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!