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[theheroand]

bw anime clair is so cutiepilled I'm gonna throw furniture

[hesawifebeaterdanusethegun]

Being with Herr König Part 1:

Okay here's part 1, I know it's not very good but writing is keeping me sane today so without further ado here is my unnamed König x reader fic. I might refine it and add to it later but I'm high and feeling bold so I'm just posting it without a proofreader because fuck it. I also added links at the bottom to parts 2-5, to be updated as the story goes on.

You met Herr König when you applied for a job at the resort. He was very polite (and very handsome, you had to admit) and you instantly liked him, but sparks didn't fly at first. König hired you for the morning shift at the hotel's front desk and things went well for the first few weeks, with him checking in on you periodically.

You were a great worker, always on time (a quality Herr König valued greatly), smart, funny, and a little... quirky. He couldn't always read you like he could with other people, your moods and the meaning of some of your words a mystery to him, but this enchanted him even more, he found it exciting and very sexy if he were being honest with himself.

He realized he had feelings for you when the thought occurred to him that you were the only person he knew who genuinely lit up when he entered a room, you liked him. You liked him. You actually enjoyed spending time with him and talking to him. Though he could be charming when he needed to be, he wasn't used to this kind of reaction, people didn't usually take to him very quickly. But you did, and now that he'd noticed he paid closer attention when you interacted with each other.

He is nothing if not methodical in his thinking and reasoning, and that's how he approaches relationships as well. Carefully at first until he knows what he wants, but as soon as he knows what he wants he always gets it, and this includes you. He needed you to be in his life, needed to be closer to you.

The next morning he came into the hotel to see you. He knew you were still learning German, and was careful to use English in your conversations. He asked if you needed any tutoring, and told you that he'd be happy to help with your German if you wanted him to.

He couldn't help the grin that spread over his face when you said you'd love his help. From that day on, every week he would meet you after your shift and give you a ride home (you generally walked to work, you didn't live far from the resort) and spent an hour or so helping you. Eventually this turned into a few times a week, and he stayed longer and longer, your language lessons often forgotten in favor of conversation and just quiet time spent together.

Before you knew it he was driving you home after every shift, often showing up early to see you while you worked, and spending most of his evenings with you. The man was head over heels for you, and spent as much time as possible around you. He perked up when he heard your name mentioned, he thought about you all the time, he dreamt about you. And you were just as crazy about him, though you didn't show it. He was your boss and your friend, sure, but that's all he was. You didn't think he'd ever be interested in anything more anyway. So you continued as you were for a while, both spending as much time in the other's presence as possible, not knowing that your feelings were reciprocated.

And then it was like a switch flipped in König's brain, he had dreamt of you again, and woke up with an ache in his chest that was almost unbearable. He needed to be with you. Right now. But that was silly, what would you think of him, showing up at your apartment in the middle of the night to tell you he loved you? That was something they do in bad movies, not something a scientist and a logical man would do.

He was in his car before these doubts even formed in his head, he didn't care what time it was, he had to tell you. As he drove he rehearsed what he would say. How could he put how he felt into words? König sped to your apartment and rushed from his car to your front door, stumbling briefly over the stairs on his way. He took a deep breath, filled with exhilaration and a bit of guilt at waking you at this hour, and knocked three times, hard.

It took a minute for it to register in your mind what had woken you. Was someone at the door? It was 3 in the morning, who could be knocking on your door? You rolled over in bed, reaching for the lamp on your nightstand, fumbling to turn it on. Finally, after knocking several things to the floor, you found the cord and pulled it, illuminating your small bedroom.

You yawned widely and made your way sleepily to the door.

He waited on the other side, heart beating out of his chest, palms sweating, near hyperventilating. You opened the door to see an uncharacteristically disheveled König standing in front of you.

Before either of you said a word his hands slid around your waist and gently pulled you against him, his lips on yours almost hungrily. This was all the encouragement you needed to throw your arms around his neck and moan into the kiss, pulling him into your apartment. You had trouble believing this was real, that he was really here, and that he wanted you.

When his tongue swiped at your lips, asking for entrance, you realized it was real, and you weren't just having another dream. Your lips parted for him, deepening the kiss before you both had to come up for air.

"Well hello to you too," you whispered breathlessly, a small grin spreading across your face.

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

[fortloser]

Hello again! Sooo kinda a personal question but what was yalls childhoods like?

(Also, hope u feel better snipes!)

-Terror

Hallo everyone! I finally got my hands on those portraits! Now most of the others became rather uncomfortable when I started questioning them about their youths. I got answers ranging from ���why are you so bloody intrested in how im doing! There’s nothing special about me or my childhood, now bugger off.” to more reasonable explanations. I tried calling Scout on his cellular device but he seemed very preoccupied. Oh well, he’ll get back to you on that, onto the testimonies! Brace yourself friends this will be somewhat lengthy.

I first approached herr Demo, and getting him to open up was fairly easy. His favorite alcoholic beverage and a snack did the trick!

“ It must be me birthday if yer spoiling me rotten doc, I guess I can share something about me youth if yer willing to lend an ear. I grew up in Glencoe Scotland, a great place if you like trails and hiking. Me mum and dad were professional monster hunters and me being the wee little lad that I was wanted to impress em with the greatest catch any child could give their parents, the Loch Ness monster! I did it all on me own but it came at a cost,,”

After that herr demo just stared off in the distance and I made a mental note to ask him more about that later, The Engineer was also very open about his youth! I came to him shortly after dinner knowing he would be busying himself with one of his long-term projects and would enjoy some company, his leg was still a little stiff from a rather nasty fall and so movement was difficult at times. He was more than happy to talk while I assisted.

“Luckenbach Texas, everybody is somebody there. It was recently bought by a goat farmer. Can you believe that? He called himself an Imagineer and after that, a bunch of hillbilly musicians started moving in. Can't complain though, It breathed new life into my home, I hated going back and seeing the state it was in. My mom and pop own a small pig farm there, and I still try to visit though unlike my good-for-nothing twin with his stupid fancy job at “NASA”,,

I don't think I should share his personal frustration about his twin with the public so let's move on, yes? The next day I approached Heavy, he was last on my list and seemingly already aware of me interrogating the entire team, and as he was cleaning his minigun he told me to take a seat.

“You want to know about heavy, Da? Then I will tell you about heavy. Grew up in big town near mountain, you would not know it. Had big family, many sisters and brothers but Heavy was oldest. Family was poor but happy, loved summer, snow would melt and grass and flowers would show, heavy likes this. Went to good school had many friends, now heavy works to give family same life. Doctor is happy  with answer?”

I was surprised he was so willing to talk about his youth, I politely thanked him and left to prepare for that day's battle, I suppose that only leaves me left.

I was born in Germany, my mother was German and my father was Dutch and they both moved to Germany so my mother could be close to her family, he was a watchmaker and she was an artist, this relationship did not last and they got divorced. My motherstayed in germany allowing my father to raise me on his own back in the netherlands. I spent a lot of time in my father's workshop while he was trying to fix up old clocks. I didn't have many friends but who needs them when you have books and wildlife to observe? I excelled in all of my studies and pursued medicine, and eventually ended up here writing to you after I just finished up patching the last of my colleagues.

Stay healthy

With kind regards medic

[letapollojusticesayfuck]

@buried-stars oops

Crossing That Bridge When We Come To It (or, there must have been worse dates)

Apollo Justice doesn't go on dates, not really. For one, he hasn't really had the time. Pushing yourself through law school and working various minimum-wage jobs on the side so you have the money to push yourself through law school doesn't exactly lead to much time for leisure. He also just can't imagine what you're supposed to do on a date. Sure, there's all the movie staples of going to a restaurant, going to the movies, getting coffee...but Apollo can't quite piece together how any of that is supposed to lead to a definitive decision to be in a relationship.

This is why, when Klavier Gavin had asked, quite offhandedly, if he'd like to go on a stroll around People Park and get some food afterwards, "as a date, ja?", Apollo had been startled enough to automatically agree. It was only around ten minutes later, once he'd finished packing up his briefcase and organizing his post-trial paperwork, that he'd realized exactly what he'd agreed to.

Trucy had, of course, utilized her impeccable sense of comedic timing to get a photo of his oh shit I said I'd do what? face.

Now, five minutes before he's supposed to head out the door, Apollo steels his nerve and takes several deep breaths and prepares to reassure himself in the customary way---

Knock, knock

Thrown off-balance, Apollo lets out a startled yelp and grasps at whatever's closest that he might theoretically be able to use as a weapon against whoever's decided to show up on his doorstep. He's gotten a little more paranoid since law school--especially with everything his first few real cases entailed.

He cautiously opens the door, cursing once again the lack of any sort of peephole. Apollo's prepared for a sales pitch, for a pair of missionaries, for anything, almost.

He's not prepared for the person outside his door to be Klavier Gavin, looking cool and casual but dressed just noticeably nicer than usual.

Apollo curses under his breath. He'd thought he would have more time before he'd have to contend with a date-ready celebrity prosecutor!

"Hallo, Apollo! I know we agreed to meet at the park, but as I was driving over I remembered that your apartment is right on the way, and thought I would offer a ride!" Klavier grins, all perfect teeth and camera-ready enthusiasm. Apollo bets he's been on plenty of dates.

"Uhhh..." he manages. Come on, get it together! "Sure. That would be...cool."

Wow, great job, idiot.

"Fantastich! Then let's be off, into the sunset!" Klavier wraps his hand around Apollo's wrist and pulls him out of his apartment. He's just about able to grab his wallet and keys from his side table, but leaves his phone behind completely.

"So, you said you drove here?" he asks, to make conversation. Klavier busies himself with extracting a set of keys from his pocket as they descend Apollo's apartment building steps.

"I did--I live slightly too far from the center of town to be able to walk. Fortunately, that means you'll be able to experience the wind in your hair the way I do every day!"

Apollo's still processing that statement when his eyes land on the motorcycle.

"Oh--your bike? I'm not sure...maybe I'd better walk." Backpedaling this quickly into a date probably wasn't the done thing, but Apollo's trying hard to ignore the fear bubbling in his stomach at the idea of something that goes at highway speeds but offers about as much protection as his own bicycle.

"We all have to face our fears eventually, Herr Forehead. And I was exaggerating about the wind in your hair. It'll all be under my spare helmet." Klavier's reached the bike now, rummaging around in a storage compartment Apollo hadn't even noticed. He tosses a sturdy helmet to Apollo, who catches it on instinct.

"If I thought you would be in any way unsafe, I would not offer," Klavier says gently, meeting Apollo's eyes. "But if you're truly uncomfortable, we can walk from here."

Apollo bites at the inside of his cheeks, then takes a deep breath. He looks at the bike. He looks at Klavier.

"No, I'll...I want to try it. I know the bike's important to you."

Klavier's true smile lights up his face in the way that his rehearsed, stage-face smile doesn't.

"Then climb on, and we'll be away!"

---

The ride isn't as bad as Apollo had expected it to be. Klavier sticks studiously to the speed limit all the way to People Park, and he's an almost frustratingly careful driver. By the time they're climbing off the bike at the familiar gateway to the park, Apollo's almost complaining about the ride not being exciting enough.

Furthermore, he's discovered that Klavier's opinions on pizza toppings are just entirely wrong, and that's given them something to talk about, falling back into familiar patterns as they wander through the location of their first crime scene together.

"You can't seriously be advocating for pineapple on pizza. That's more of a crime than anything we've seen in court."

"Ach, and here I thought you were a man of taste! It's senseless to rehash this debate, it's been had for as long as people have had access to pineapples and pizza at the same time."

"Okay, but consider: you're wrong about that and about sweetcorn as a pizza topping."

"It's a classic!"

Apollo scowls. "Where?"

"Germany, of course." Klavier's boots scuff the gravel path, and he turns towards the small stream that divides the park in two. There's an ornamental bridge linking the sides, and they step onto the red-painted wood together.

"I don't believe you. As a matter of fact, I don't believe you're even German! I think it's all just a publicity stunt!" Apollo knows he's being inflammatory, but he can't help it. Something about being with Klavier brings out a need to debate everything he says.

"Objection!" Klavier shouts, on instinct, flinging his arm out--and everything goes downhill from there.

Specifically, everything goes down--Klavier's arm collides with Apollo, who's mid-step, halfway across the bridge. Already off-balance, Klavier's accidental shove is all that Apollo needs to go tumbling over the low bridge railing and to land, ass-first, in the water.

There's a few seconds where they just look at each other, frozen in various states of shock. Klavier's mouth is hanging open in comical surprise, and Apollo's hair drips into his vision. He's not hurt, the drop was far too small for that--but he's soaking up the decorative river and attracting attention from the koi who call the water home.

Then, as though a switch has been flipped, they spring into motion. Klavier jumps down into the water, too, his boots causing a secondary splash that just soaks Apollo more. Apollo starts to laugh, incredulously, unable to believe that this is actually happening. Even as Klavier helps him up and steers him back to dry land, Apollo feels like he's in a dream.

It takes a little while before he notices that Klavier's spewing a stream of apologies and asking after his wellbeing. Apollo's been preoccupied with wringing out his hoodie and lamenting the state of his second-best pair of jeans, but he grabs Klavier's arm as he tries to fuss over him, and tries to reassure him the best he can.

"Klavier! It's fine. Yeah, I'm kind of annoyed, but honestly, seeing how guilty you looked right after I fell in pretty much made up for it."

Klavier frowns deeply. "So you're saying that you're glad I feel bad about pushing you in?"

"No!" Apollo sighs. "I've just...never seen you not be completely put together and composed. It was kind of reassuring that you can be caught off-guard by something too."

"Oh," says Klavier. "But, Apollo...surely you knew I was worried that I'd do something to screw this up spectacularly from the start?"

"You were what?" Apollo thinks back on the past couple hours. Yeah, maybe he'd noticed that Klavier's smiles were a little strained, that he'd had a spare second helmet ready to take Apollo on his bike despite supposedly being 'on the way' to the park...but Apollo himself had been too preoccupied with trying to anticipate what the date would be like to notice.

"I was nervous! Practically trembling! Ja, I've been on a few dates before, but I didn't want to do something to scare you, specifically, away."

"...huh," Apollo remarks. Then he takes the scene in again: him, soaking wet up past his waist; Klavier, his custom black boots mud-splattered and his ripped black jeans sodden, the audience of koifish and bemused park patrons wandering by.

"Guess that ship's sailed, then. I don't know of anything worse that could happen besides being accidentally pushed off of a bridge."

Klavier winces. "I didn't mean it! I was simply a little too caught up in our debate."

"Let's cut our losses and skip the 'going out for food' part of this date, if you don't mind? I can't imagine anyone would let us in their restaurant looking like this."

"Ja..." Klavier says, wincing. He sounds as dejected as he'll let himself be. "Let me at least drive you home, schatz. To make up for the...pushing."

Apollo's mind is still whirring, though, because this isn't how he'd wanted this to end either. He'd been having a good time up until this point--surely there must be something he could do to fix this.

Unless...

"Sure, I'll let you drive me home. But...do you want to stay and have dinner with me? I can't promise anything fancy, but there's a good handful of takeout places around."

The difference in Klavier's expression is staggering--and for the second time today, Apollo sees his genuine smile come through, and realizes why so many people want to kiss this man.

He just hopes that Klavier will let him get the opportunity to do so before he pushes him in any more rivers.

[missionel]

punch out pokemon au ‼️

so i realized that punch out wii has 13 opponents (not counting donkey kong) that are divided up in such a way that they could all be opponents in a pokemon game! the minor and major circuits are the 8 gym leaders, the world circuit is the elite four, and mr sandman is the champion! it's too perfect! i've at least decided everyone's type specialties, sooo....

gym leaders (minor & major circuits):

- glass joe: flying types

i imagine joe is not as miserable in this au, since the first gym leader's job is literally to lose a lot to young trainers. he's not too skilled at battling, and became a gym leader by accident. his team is made up of two measly kalosian flying types, fletchling and vivillon.

- von kaiser: rock types

i know herr kaiser is typically associated with steel, but steel types are way too cool to be the type of the second gym. sorry. i imagine his students are his gym trainers. his ace is rockruff, and maybe he uses something classic like geodude as well.

- disco kid: electric types

these moves are ELECTRIC! i think this one is self-explanatory. disco kid is pretty good at battling, at least good enough to secure a spot as the 3rd gym leader, but he also doesn't take things too seriously. his team is made up of pokemon that he befriended first and trained for battle later, with his ace being raichu.

- king hippo: ground types

did i give him the ground type just so i could give him hippowdon? ...maybe. there's not much else for me to say about king hippo... he's just chilling. good for him. i was originally gonna give him the poison type, but i'll be giving that type to someone else. ;)

- piston hondo: ghost types

what can i say? he seems like a ghost type guy. obviously he gets a revaroom, because honda and all that. he absolutely feeds his pokemon only the best of snacks.

- bear hugger: normal types

what comes to mind when you hear "bear hugger" and "pokemon"? obviously it's bewear. that is his ace, without a doubt. he also has a greedent and a snorlax, it's way too perfect! and of course, they all like raw fish.

- great tiger: psychic types

yeah i don't think i need to explain this one. the man has a medicham (his ace) and an espeon. this also fits the theme of psychic gym leaders tending to have psychic powers themselves. do you think it's legal to use your own psychic powers to trip up your opponents in a battle? let's not worry about it...

- don flamenco: grass types

it goes without saying that this man has a roserade for his ace, as well as an equally powerful arboliva. maybe carmen is one of his gym trainers, or perhaps she's only there to cheer him on? and do you think he would acquire a shiny roserade for his title defense fight to match his all-black look?

elite four (world circuit):

- aran ryan: bug types

what an absolute bug of a man. starting off the elite four strong with a not-so-strong type, aran ryan chose the generation 7 bug type vikavolt to be his ace. he also has a shedinja, which sports the electric tera type and the air balloom item in his title defense fight. really? (for non-pokemon nerds, this setup makes it nearly unkillable. it's practically cheating!) aran has a questionable background, and seems to have been affiliated with some shady people in the past...

- soda popinski: water types

mister popinski has a love for both water and ice types, and he's in luck because a good few pokemon are both! his ace is one of those, that being walrein. he also has a lapras. he's quite fond of giving his team the soda pop item as opposed to normal healing items during battle.

- bald bull: fire types

red is the color of anger, and also the color of the fire type, so naturally this angry man would gravitate towards fire types, especially the fire type bull that is paldean taurous. he also uses a magmortar. of course bald bull isn't angry ALL the time, and spends his free time relaxing with his pokemon. warm pokemon give warm hugs :]

- super macho man: dragon types

of course everyone's "favorite" show-off uses what's generally regarded as one of the most powerful types. his ace is a kommo-o, a very cool one at that. (i like smm and i like kommo-o. but it works!) he also has an appletun, which was a gift to him from a certain someone... oh my god, this au lets macho man literally release the beast. amazing.

the champion (mr. sandman)

sandman does not use just one type, as is the case with most champions. he has a gengar and a musharna, for obvious reasons. he also has a crabominable and and a hydrapple. he was mysteriously missing after mac defeated the elite four, but i'm sure he'll come back soon. right?

i'm sure nothing bad will happen ;)

feel free to suggest ideas for this au, i still need to flesh out all of the teams so i am welcome to input :3

[variousqueerthings]

also did in fact get to watch the west end cabaret, and i did enjoy it (i live in a world where my mum occasionally visits and takes pity on a poor soul and so we go watch a musical) but i think all of what i was concerned about with it was correct. so pros and cons. or cons and pros, hm... pros and cons...

pros:

sally bowles was spot on -- cara delevigne is currently playing her, but not when i was watching, which im kind of relieved about. im sure she does a good job, but a-list hollywood star and model cara delevigne is going to have to work double-time to convince me she's a struggling overwrought undertalented average british woman (while still belting out those higher notes and being the most captivating character on the stage). i liked the actress who played her A Lot, she tapped into all of that perfectly, and i liked that she took the seemingly impossible middle-ground between a liza minelli and a jane horrocks and was both punky and able to convince me that she wasn't that good at performing in the story, while still giving an actually amazing set of performances

the whole kit kat bar Gang so to speak was amazing, i enjoyed every one of them. they were all fantastic and vibrant, while giving a modern-married-with-classic queer feel in their outfits and introductions that updated the visuals in the opening number to a more overt genderfluidity than ive seen before

the pre-show + interval immersive experience was probably my favourite part of the whole thing. entering down a side entrance into a cellar and seeing performers as you wander through various sections, and then during the latter part of the interval the performers bringing some of the more daring audience members onstage and interacting with the various rows. made it feel like not just a musical, but an actual club

frau schneider and herr schultz were great throughout, my other favourite performances of the show. the place where it found its realism most effectively and of course where the politics is most at the forefront, wonderfully depicted by the two actors

cliff bradshaw is the most thankless role in any iteration, so shoutout to making him pretty likeable -- my guy will never be memorable, but that of course is not the point. he's the camera

cons:

the marketing of being "the most exclusive club in town" was giving a whole vibe of elite, difficult-to-gain-access-to, rich, that just... isn't correct. and i mean, the tickets are fuckn expensive so, it really is all of those things, which was my immediate kneejerk reaction to the show long before i ever watched it: is this show for a queer audience, or is it for people to gawk at queers? (but make it musical theatre and polished, no messy realistic queerness). and you can never know if an audience is majority queer or not, but i will hazard a strong... not. and also a strong "very few people under the age of 35 who would have to really save up to watch this show" as well

to add to this point -- i was watching with my mum, her boyfriend, and my godfather (all middle-class and middle-aged straight people in their own right, but youknow. i suggested the show), and during the interval i asked them about how they felt about the tone so far, mentioning that i found it interesting in contrast to the 1993 version, which was quite grimy-looking, and my godfather said that yeah, it was sultry, but it wasn't cabaret clublike -- and i just. if he noticed that. everything was a bit too polished, and too pretty (with, in my opinion, the exception of the portrayal of sally). i just think it's a fundamental misjudgement of who cabaret is about (club performers and sex workers with no money) and also, in my opinion, who it ought to be for

the emcee... ohhhh the emcee. i mean, okay. i took an instant dislike back when it was edd*e r*dmayne, everyone who knows me knows i think that guy has the charisma of a wet sponge and needs to stop poking his fingers in seminal queer narratives, but the fucking... party hat. this show definitely made it clear that it's not just the actor, it's the way it's put together. funny thing was, one of the ensemble performers (played bobby) took charge during the interval (when the actual emcee is presumably off having a big costume change), and i thought, "now that's the emcee," and it wasn't actually any of the performers' fault. i dont think the emcee actor had the look, but that aside, this show had no idea what to do with the character, it's like they didn't give him any kind of grounding at all. a series of nonsensical costume-changes, popping up haphazardly outside the cabaret (but not with any kind of consistency) a sort of... wheedling, un-directedness to the whole thing. he was disconnected from any kind of time (20th century or today), any kind of place (club, stage, in or out of the cabaret), any kind of anything, and it was the costuming, the way he'd been directed, and the lack of consistency for when he appeared. he was almost meaningless to the story

the politics -- speaking of the emcee -- were really weirdly stripped. the big points are there, it's berlin, people want to party and ignore the nazis, and then two big Moments happen (the engagement party, the rock through the window) that indelibly remind people that antisemitism cannot be ignored, and that this is coming, whether you want it to or not (and eventually it's coming for the denizens of the kit kat club too). but other than that, nothing in the way this was put together felt very cognisant of wanting to either get into the idea of nazism of the 1930s or fascism today. there was a kind of vague effigy performance of "tomorrow belongs to me" with figures that looked like they were saying something about conformity, and at the end of the play everyone is dressed in the same, somewhat bland suit, so the message is... idk. conformity makes the world worse, i guess. beyond that single scene with the swastika revealed at the engagement party, we never see one again, which may have been an attempt to point out how people hide behind the idea of "just politics," but with the way the whole thing was staged (this rich, luxurious location) came off to me like it was letting the audience off the hook -- it's still a story, we're telling it to you as gently as possible. it just felt so timid! all the imagery -- like the emcee himself -- is beautiful and un-grounded, only just enough about something to tell the story without being too disquieting

good example is the money makes the world go around song. the emcee comes up in a goth "harem-like" outfit, with a sort of shiny, rib-cage looking harness, clown make-up, black stormtrooper-esque helmet, loooong shining nails -- there's 5 different things going on here, none of which are grounded, they're just... pretty. give a nod to ideas about wealth, and starvation, and nazis, and (hopefully intentionally) appropriation/exotification, and something queer-esque. look, a man with bedazzled nails singing about how money makes the world go around, at a show where the tickets are fuckn expensive, but he's not singing about that, he's not singing about today, or the past, and in fact the number is so overproduced (all the other performers have taken off their homage-costumes to the 1920s/30s and are now in a generic wavy dress outfit, and they're all over the stage, doing the most, distracting from the words) that you can't take in of the words with what's happening onstage

i hated hated hated those conformist suits at the end. what were they on about???? conformity takes the glitter out of things idk?? fascism. talk about modern day fascism. or hell, lean hard into a story about 1930s fascism if you're not comfortable confronting this audience properly, but just... don't be generic

which also, minor gripe time now, but there's this whole plotline in the musical that's deliberately set up at the beginning -- sally has a beautiful coat. the metaphor of trying to polish up her life on the outside, of refusing to acknowledge the deeper issues, not just with the world, but with herself, that she's poor, she's not entirely sure how long she'll last for or what's coming next, so hey, make it a party and look beautiful... that whole setup is important for when she sells the coat to get an abortion! and they have the setup in this version, but then seemingly forget all about it at the end? the coat they reference isn't the beautiful, expensive fur coat she walks in with in the first act, it's this random suit-coat she's been dressed up in for the finale, it misses the whole point. i say minor gripe, but it does feel like a microcosm of so much of this show. it refuses, ironically, to go any deeper. it still fundamentally wants to make sure the audience is comfortable by defanging as much as possible all the little things that add up to one great big picture

gosh it was long. it was -- with interval -- two hours, forty-five minutes. maybe that's why it felt like it lacked purpose, it seemed like it wanted to pack in every version of the story into one, and again, sally at the centre really makes this obvious, because as much as i think the actress was pitch perfect, i definitely saw the ways this particular version repeated sentiments about her over and over so that she became softer, sweeter, like the rest of it palatable. the most uncomfortable she makes you is during her first performance and everything beyond that is just showing how sympathetic she fundamentally is, how hard done by, feel sad for her. like a victorian morality tale, rather than a 20s portrait of complex, flawed people, and it goes on and on and on with that same tangent

think it was a mistake to fire her at the beginning and thereby take her out of the kit kat club -- disconnects the club from the story, so we're just randomly going there sometimes for a song, and then back to the more grounded narrative, then back for another song that loosely comments on the scene we just watched. again, this goes back to the emcee being kind of nothing and sally being taken out of the club, so that there's barely any blend between the plot and the cabaret setting, either through interference of a godlike emcee, or by sally just going to work

this a bit vague, and not quite sure if i mind or not, but cliff was played by a black actor, and the thing is of course that in the story cliff is targeted by a nazi as a guy he can trick into smuggling illegal materials for the nazi party from paris into berlin (until cliff catches wise and tells him to go to hell). and i felt like there's an added ickiness to all of that if cliff is black, that is never really explored in this iteration (nor the fact that he's being hit on by a slew of white men and women). obviously this isn't the original text, so whether or not to bring that forward in this version, to comment (subtly or not) on racial attitudes of the 20s/30s as another form of mirror to today, is very much up to the show. then again, maybe this time isn't original to the text either and they included that as well, so could have been an opportunity if they really wanted to change something up for this specific iteration

In conclusion: really, very beautiful show, with great performers, that ultimately rang pretty hollow and didn't attempt to interact with the material from a modern lens beyond the trappings. save me from generic upscale "queer" imagery made palatable for non-queer audiences. clown emcee can't hurt me, he isn't real

[soap-stains]

Heya! We're playing Apollo Justice, now!

She still doesn't know about how Nick lost his job :')

YOOO I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO THE UNDER THE CUT THING

(Turnabout Trump)

"These days I'm simply Phoenix Wright, Piano Player." "Is there a screenshot button on here?"

"'Grape Juice?' It's a club. Out of all the drinks." "This is where that meme came from? Jeez." "Get something with actual alcohol next time, Phoenix."

"This game's already getting off to a rough start with me."

"Something to note, Justice." "Shut up." "..." "God, finally. Someone listens."

"You fucking Germist twat." "'Germist...?'" "Some... Combination of German and British, I think... Dyslexia is hitting hard with this game."

"[Kristoph's] middle name is Gavin, too?" "...His last name is Gavin. They're brothers." "...i- for some reason I thought Klavier's middle name was Gavin."

Apollo's voice is ,,, really weird. It's not what you imagine when you think of his voice

"Please, come out." "Well, um... I mean, I am a lesbian..." "I was gonna say, 'please, come out... of the closet, if you're comfortable.'"

"It is room where famous gangster 'Badgai' was... :|" "Is that the murderer? Is he hot??"

So I just found out I can hold down the Y button on my DS and say 'Hold it!' And then it'll Press the witness on their statement and I love this

"Objection!" *points like Apollo, almost hitting me in the head*

"What's this weird vibe I'm getting?" "Haha. Vibe check."

Woah the Percieve effect is actually kinda cool? I mean, we're probably gonna end up fed up with the Percieving thing, from what I've heard, but it seems okay right now

@ Kristoph: "Why are you so friendly? It's kinda creeping me out..."

"Heh heh heh..." "I'm going to lose it. He's laughed like that so many god damn times."

"Why can't I have a normal trial?" "'With the Frizz? No way!'" *snarky laughter between the two of us* "'With the Phoenix? No way!'"

YOU CAN PRESS THE BUTTON AND SAY OBJECTION AND IT'LL OBJECT TOO HOLY SHIT-

*apollo slams his hands down* "I'm tired of my parents arguing like this!"

(Turnabout Corner)

Look at the beginning graphic!!

"I told myself even when I hit bottom, I wouldn't come here. . ." "'Hit bottom'? Seriously? No one says that, it's 'hit rock bottom'!" "Really? Some people could say hit bottom. I mean, Apollo hit the bottom that was called Phoenix Wright."

"So I'm kind of his-" *starts laughing* "You're kind of his what? What is that, Trucy?" "I can't- I can't say it-" "You're his what, Trucy?? Oh my God, you need to say it in Edgeworth's voice-"

"Oh my god, [Trucy]'s Maya."

"How is this man still alive? What protection spell is he under??" "How is he walking around?" "How is this man even a l i v e????" "Is this... Just him being lucky? What kind of lucky charm does he have? 'Cause it's not Trucy."

Guy Eldoon's name is fucking noodle backwards

"Your tactics are out...dated... >_>"

"I know he's guilty of something..." *we look at the evidence after getting it wrong one time* "...Panty stealing?" *clicks it* *the music stops, meaning we were right* "OH MY GOD-" "THAT WAS RIGHT?!"

"Apollo, why are you holding my panties in court?" "Shut up, Trucy..."

"There's been a lot of panty snatching in the area... Was that you?" "I like how [Klavier] smiles at that, like he's almost impressed."

Okay, we... Haven't played this game in like three weeks. We forgot where we were for a bit, and have like no clue what's happening

"You're not one of 'the guys'?"

*looking at footprints, and we come across Klavier's, which has a fucking Gavinners 'G' on it* "Holy shit- does he seriously-" "THIS MAN. IS SO STUCK UP. THAT HE HAS CUSTOM SHOES."

"You need to find me a new mommy one of these days, daddy!" "... I can find you a [papa]..."

"Well, I've got my panties back!" "Jesus Christ, drop the panties!" "..." "I- did not mean it like that."

"There was a great 'aura' emanating from Herr Forehead." "It's called GAYYYY."

*Klavier hits the wall* "That was intimidating, but kinda hot."

"He seems oddly happy for someone who just lost..." "*cough* sucks to suck." "He doesn't suck." "..." "..." "Don't say it. Do not say it." "Maybe he does suck-" "Goood damnit."

(Turnabout Serenade)

*pulling up a guide for later, and glancing at it* "Look where we go first." *points at a thing that says 'Klavier's Dressing Room'* "Do we see him naked?" "NO."

"It was nice of Mr. Gavin to send us tickets 20% off!" "Only 20%?" "Depends how much they cost." "Seriously? These are the Gavinners. There's no way tickets are cheap. He has custom shoes. You think he goes cheap on tickets?" "...good point."

Also can someone tell me how to pronounce 'Lamiroir'? I've been saying la-mirror

I feel like Klavier's the kinda guy who walks around with airpods in his ears

"...That's enough." "Oh god, he's so serious. He's probably tired of them talking right in front of him." "Ja, I've had enough of you standing and front of me and talking shit. I'm going to need you both to fuck off."

"Hey! It's Valant." "Do you like him?" "I don't know much about him." "'Who is this guy?'" "Huh, Valant?" "I was speaking as Apollo." "OH."

"I'm not so good with heights..." "Okay, but what is he good at? Every time we do something even slightly risky he's like 'I'm not so good with this...'"

"This was his first time in the country." "Then how did he learn English?!" "Apparently, he learned English on his own." "...oh."

I like the idea that Klavier stumbles on his words every once in a while- not because he's German, just because he's a dumb ass who can't speak right sometimes. This is only a head canon because I can't pronounce Atroquinine right

"What, is he some kind of straight...?- That's... A new one..."

I'd like to point out that we finished Trials & Tribulations on June 11th, started playing AJ a week or two after that, and it's currently September 9th. We haven't played in weeks. H...how... how has this happened... It's taking us more time to play AJ than it took us to play the Trilogy... AND WE STILL HAVE TWO MORE GAMES AFTER THIS

it's now september 16th

We just spent way too long being confused on what to do, and I finally looked up a walkthrough. It had "show Lamiroir the video tape" and we went "???we don't have a video tape???" So we had to look up ANOTHER walkthrough and found nothing so I finally found another but i got confused because it was in English but had their Japanese names but then I saw something I didn't recognize at all(Valant's Japanese name) so I went "we were supposed to see Valant?" And then realized we were supposed to have talked to him at WAA and he gives us the tape

"Uncle Valant's one of Daddy's best friends!" "Phoenix has friends?" "No." "Imagine if it were Larry in disguise. Do we see Larry in this game?" "No." "Aww..."

Hey howdy it's. *checks date* October 5th. We played a little a couple days ago, but eh. Also I realized that October 7th is the day Metis Cykes dies so it would've been so cool if we'd gotten to Dual Destinies by now but NOPE. WE'RE LAZY.

hey guess what it's dec. 2 i hate my life.

"[Apollo] looks like Spongebob when he does [the shocked sprite]."

It is a fuxking miracle that I still remember voices or what the hell is happening in this case

*checking out Lamiroir with Percieve* "She has nice lips tho."

"Clearly, [Machi] did it!" "Fuck you." "BITCH!"

"The name is 'Justice,' kid. Better learn it if you ever want to get some." "WOAH." "Uhhhhhhhh-" "We're ignoring that, move on--"

"Oh my god, Trucy, you're so loud."

"So we are to believe there is a nugget of truth in Lamiroir's testimony?" "Yep! Though 'nugget' is...not a word I would use."

Line: "Do I have to repeat myself?" What she said: "Do you have to repeat- my- wait. WAIT." "HAHA- Do you... Want me to...?" "SHUT UP."

"'It's over! Press the switch! Now!'" "'Switch'?" *snort* "...Dude-" "HEY. I wasn't laughing at the statement, I was laughing at Apollo."

"-or do you want me to shout it across the court-" "PFFT-" "-fOR YOU,"

"Wait. I do not know what this-- I do know what this switch is!!" "Ah yes, switch I do know what does!!"

"I can smell blood..." "Well, it's not me." "It's not me, either." *goes back to reading* "I am-" *checking my nose* "I'm not bleeding..." "...Thanks for clearing that up, I'm not bleeding."

@ Klavier: "I know you're hot, but that doesn't give you permission to speak."

"[Klavier]'s a mad baby."

*right after I read something to do with Tubbo and his characters* "What are you going to do, Tub-...." "No. No. We're done. That's it." "I'M SORRY-" "NO, no apologizing! We're done!" *she says some stuff I can't remember and we get back to it* "...and I'm not Tubbo!"

"But I'm a lawyer! I'm not supposed to be nice!" *snort* "Are you sure he's not Tubbo?" "Well- well-"

The fact that these fuckers can get away with withholding information in a murder trial because "magician's secrets" is ridiculous

I'm already so fucking tired of watching this video jfc

"Ah, [....] of the crime of the scene- what?" "What?? What???"

"Just give [Trucy] a blanket, tuck her into bed." "It- It's 1:55pm [in game]-" "Exactly, past her bedtime. How old is she? 12?" "She's 16." "No she's not, she is not 16." *pulls up character thing* "Okay, well, 15, I was one year off." "Yeah but that one year makes a huge difference."

[messes up her words as judge] "Are you okay over there?" "No, my wife and my kids left me." "Ah okay well we don't have the time to unpack that right now, we're in a trial, maybe later-"

(Turnabout Succession)

I think! I forgot to separate the cases! Woops!

"Oh, sorry, bitch." "I'M SORRY?" "I MEANT BRO-"

"So, this beautiful, blue-haired girl, Vera-" "Okay, Apollo. Geez." "Imagining Trucy going 'Geez, I thought you were gay'-" "I never said I wasn't-" "-Apollo's like 'Where did you get that idea? I mean I am, but where did you get that idea?'" "We had very different ideas for this."

"She killed her dad." "Huh? Vera?" "No, [Ema]." "I'm,, pretty sure her parents died in a car accident." "Yeah, because of her."

"Wouldn't he have tasted the poison?" "Well it depends on the type of poison-" "I was saying that in character." "... Well it depends on the type of poison." "YEEEAH!"

"I sound like a man who's been smoking for five years. Like Pheonix's father." "What??" "Have we met his father?" "N. No we don't know anything about his family." "Oh. Well that's stupid."

"Ooh, maybe it was lead poison!" "I think the same poison to kill him was used in a different case, but I don't remember what..." "Maybe it's the same poison used to kill- what's that one guy's name- Diego? wait no that's racist-" "Are you talking about Godot??" "Yes! That's his name!" "But his real name is Diego Armando, you were right-" "OH, I thought I was making a racist assumption- because latino, and the name Diego-"

"How does that explain the atroquinine(pronounced ah-truq-ih-nine) on the rim of the coffee mug?!" "Ah-truck-ih-nine?? You mean atroquinine???" "Atroquinine, shUT UP!" "Wow Klavier, so angry you lost your accent. Was it fake this whole time?" "NO- NEIN, SHUT UP!"

hey guess what it's september 5th 2021! We've taken a yEAR TO PLAY THIS GAME

"You make a good story." "You make a good... nothing. You make a good nothing! You don't even make a good cake!" "...What?"

"What's 'hard?'" "PFF-" "I- that's not funny, it's not funny-" "What do you mean, that's hilarious! 'What's hard?' [Klavier]?"

NOT THE WAY WE BOTH YELLED IN EXCITEMENT WHEN GUMSHOE CAME BACK

"WhaaaaaAAAAAAT?" "Your voice went awfully high for an old man, sir!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP."

"Objection... Objection! That's... Circumstantial? I don't know, I didn't go to law school."

"But it can fire real bullets!" It can't." "It can!" "It can't." "It can!" "No, it can't! Just let me WIN!"

"Intriguing point, well made!" "I hope you die." "Me too, but here we are!"

"He doesn't realize just how big his little hole- Nope. I'm done, I'm leaving."

"Can I throw him out of a window in a non-sexual way?" "What? How is that sexual?" "I don't know, just forget I said that."

"This is the IV's true color! Looks like pee." "I see! I see you pee'!" "Your Honor, spell ICUP!"

"I lost my girl, my wallet..." "That sucks man. I lost my attorney's badge, can you help me find it?" "Yes sir!" "Where is it, on the ground?" "I was about to say something so inappropriate, oh my god."

"Headcanon that Phoenix thinks that babies come from the daddy's tummy."

"You don't have any talents?" "I can play the piano quite well!" "What, like Piano Man-?" "I can play the flute quite well!" "Did you say you can play the fruit?"

"A boy should always have a trick or two in his back pocket!" "Like sucking cock! I'll grab your papa to demonstrate-" "NO-"

"I conceived [Trucy] myself."

"Glory's spotlight-" "Glory hole. I'm sorry, I... The worst part is that's all instinct."

"Y'know, it's very hard to portray a gay man as a gay woman. Because you want to be like "woman pretty!" but that's out of character. It's like be gay, or be gay, just choose one!"

"-I hear." "I appear?" "I hear." "Appear, that's what Trucy wishes her mother and father would do-"

Hi! It is currently May of 2024, four years since we played Ace Attorney for the first time, and a solid like. Two years since we played Apollo Justice last lmao. Today we bought the quote unquote Apollo Justice Trilogy, so we're gonna start the game over on the Switch. So this is the end of this! See you in a few weeks or a few years! We'll finish this one day !

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

so! der rosenkavalier!!!

so first off, the elephant in the room: yes, there are some highly questionable elements of the plot that make me go “hmm! :/“ (to somewhat quote mean girls: “marie therese, step away from the underaged teenagers!”). for the purposes of not driving myself mad, i will try to refrain from discussing these for the remainder of the report.

anyway.

this music sings. this music delights. still not my fave strauss opera by any means but i would be lying if i wasn’t delighted. the presentation of the rose and the final trio and duet gave me full-body chills. i love the waltzes. so sugary sweet like the gelato i got after the show. there are so many golden little details in the score.

simone young did a great job imo—i’ve seen her get flak online about this run of performances but i don’t get it. she was great. the orchestra and chorus and many comprimarios were all fabulous.

it’s been a while since i’ve seen this production and it holds up really well!!! love the costumes and sets. LOVE them. not a fan of the wwi ending tho—just let octavian and sophie have their moment at long last 🥺 plus it doesn’t fit with the ending musically.

one other thing about the staging: i’m sure this was intentional but goddamn, a lot of the second act was UNCOMFORTABLE to watch, like make your skin crawl uncomfortable (and it did not help that several men in the audience at my theater were full-on laughing when ochs all but assaulted sophie all over that extended act ii sequence when he first shows up at faninal’s). god, baron ochs is such a fucking creep. and while i don’t like him as a person in the slightest, i have to hand it to günther groissböck for making ochs supremely unlikeable while still singing with strong command.

among the comprimarios and non-credited-in-the-intro people, special mention of alexandra lobianco (an excellent marianne) and tony stevenson (an absolute delight as the innkeeper in drag).

speaking of which, gotta say that even with them in new york and me in oklahoma, it was somehow comforting to see people in drag and same-sex kisses in this, given the political climate and the rising sentiments against drag and lgbtqia+ people. i thought about that a lot during the broadcast.

katharine goeldner and thomas ebenstein were HOOTS as annina and valzacchi. love them. rené barbera made the italian singer’s aria sound effortless (and looked GREAT in his white suit). brian mulligan did a great job as herr von faninal—i’d love to hear him in something italian though, his voice sounds made for italian rep.

and now for the three leading ladies, who were all divine both separately and together.

erin morley is one of my fave currently active sopranos right now and this sophie showed exactly why: voice like a dream, great actress, warm, intelligent, full of fire! i love her take on sophie so much. she GETS it. (and i may or may not have cheered when she slapped ochs in act ii.)

lise davidsen is another of my fave currently active sopranos right now (albeit a more recent discovery than erin morley) and her marschallin surprised me in a good way. what i remember most from her ariadne auf naxos hd last year was simply how stunningly powerful and beautiful and BIG her voice was, but this was equally amazing in a totally different way: she can rein it in too, baby! she can be so delicate and tender too and it just mesmerized me totally (and brought tears to my eyes a few times). and she made the part feel and look so natural! great singer and great actress? (and also gorg)—she’s the total package.

i was barely, if at all, familiar with samantha hankey before this but holy FUCK. she won my heart immediately. she is just a total delight and absolutely the real deal. that voice!!! it’s so creamy and beautiful and full of light!!! (and she can alter it at will too—her mariandel voice was SO different and so delightful). and she’s a totally natural actress, INCREDIBLY versatile and moving. octavian is a HUGE role and a VERY VARIED role and she totally fuckin nailed it and i want to see her in basically everything now. mark my words, y’all: she’s sensational. she’s gonna be the next big mezzo superstar.

anyway 10/10 plot weirdness inherent to the opera aside this is a definite recommend

edit: yes i was hoping to NOT have discourse about the plot but rereading this now i realize i may not have been clear about that in my choice of wording in the first few paragraphs. no hate to anyone who DID engage in discourse, that was my bad

[tricornonthecob]

Just had alot going on

LK 119: About the Delawho?

(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)

My guy you have the worst poker face. Also love that PBS can show Germans drinking beer, but these guys are stuck with milk. Unless that's somehow nog, which I doubt.

Who the fuck shuffled this deck??? Was it Lactose Fingees over there???

Well, Henri, grab an oar and get to paddlin'! Warm those bones up in no time.

He wasn't given a mission brief or a dossier! Worst contract job ever.

A chance which could end in everyone's death, but that's a risk of which James is willing to remain ignorant.

Honestly, valid concern.

Virginia driver down!

This is worse than navigating the I-95/I-495 interchange to get to the National Harbor!

Boyyyyy for someone who's been very insistent on keeping quiet about what you know, you sure haven't considered how sound travels over water.

yoinketh'd

Is she holding onto his ankle one-handed?? Also why are none of the presumably physically fit grown adults getting in on this??

Buddy you probably gonna die anyway, just let them have this.

Aww lookit this starry-eyed beagle/great dane puppy. Hasn't been jaded yet! Also why does this smack of subtle US Army recruitment? Oh right its 2002.

It just don't do it for me any more, one thought about the cause and I go soft.

JOHANN! FRANZ! SUCHT EUCH EINE ZIMMER.

I know that face. He's wistfully daydreaming about him and the fiddler fiddling around like Johann and Franz.

Also I gather the art department's shorthand for German is not only Incredible Fuck-off Moustache, but Incredible Fuck-Off Hapsburg Chin.

He likes to watch.

The first rule of Colonialland is cardio.

"Herr Rall, but what if the house is on fire -"

"FOR. ANY. REASON."

Seriously who the fuck shuffled this deck

oh GOD he just wants to be a good butler! You don't gotta snap at him.

Buddy you have GOT to stop telegraphing your hand.

Girl you keep asking this I think you've already convinced yourself he has.

didn't Retreats Georg just say y'all was gonna be in a stabbin' war?

I... what...

I guess we're just continuing with this trend of Sarah having the hots for blonde and blonde-adjacent continental soldiers, and the audience being uncomfortable because she's supposed to be fifteen, seriously this would have been less disquieting if they'd just aged them up.

Ohhhh wait a minute you know what? Its probably because the art director watched The Patriot and had a mad crush on Baby Heath Ledger in a Continental Soldier uniform.

jfc how long did that game last???

[vettir]

The Schwarzwald is one of the oldest forests in the world. Schwarzwald Tourismus has a great many jobs, mostly related to tourism, but a few, such as mine, focus on conservation. Some places have never really been good for anything but forestry or mining, and even then, some places... Are avoided. A small handful of us work in covering that area. And after your first week, if you're judged to be suitable, you're introduced to the reason they're avoided. Kobolde, Hexen, Werwölfe, even der Großemann. I didn't faint or pee myself on seeing them, so I was considered a good candidate for permanency. After 10 years, I've met some of the less outgoing groups and individuals. The Alpe, some Eschenfrauen, one Aufhocker (who insists he only goes after criminals, and doesn't kill them any amore), even a Lutzelfrau.

On the day that things changed, a Klagmuhme came up to me. I had heard her wailing the other night, she usually calls out one or two times a year, most often in the winter. However, this was the first time I saw her. An old woman in a black dress, with a long white scarf. "Ah, Evron, yes, der Großemann said you'd be here. There is a problem. A man died, but not of nature. He was killed."

I took this somewhat stoically. "Kind aunt, can you take me to the body? If this was murder, I will have things I must do."

She smiled at me, with a cobweb across her face obscuring any teeth. "A good boy you are. Yes, follow aunt Trauer, I will take you there." I nodded, and followed. At some point, I could not tell you when, she changed appearance into a distorted black figure. "After this, I must return to the Wildejagd. Still, if you need me, speak to der Großemann. He has kin throughout the forest."

We arrived at the man. His throat had been cut, with a knife or a razor, that much was obvious. His eyes were open but unseeing, and I sighed, then pulled out my radio, nodding to aunt Trauer. "This is Evron Jös. We've had a murder." I read off my GPS coordinates, then sat there to wait with the body.

As I waited, I looked at the body. "Aufhocker, is that you?" I asked.

A snort came from behind me, as I turned I saw a small, wizened figure. "No... I'd not take Trauer into my games. Better to sneak into a church and drink the holy water. Less painful. Still, I feel an itch. The criminal is still nearby." I nodded.

Forest forensics is a very old profession, with some very new toys to play with. However, nothing useful to track the murderer was found, although we did find several stab wounds on the poor fellow's back. His name, it turned out, was Anshel Kaan. On hearing that, I felt it was a little personal. The ground had not caught any useful tracks that could be followed, so the murderer probably would not be caught. I frowned, thinking of what I had been told.

That night, I sought out der Großemann. What he is, versus what legend has of him, is very different, and his name is a misnomer. So I took a jar of flies, and found a very high web, and released them underneath. 15 minutes later he descended from the trees, showing all eight of his limbs. The modern myth of the Slenderman, I think, took much from him, despite being invented from a forum board post. His voice sounds as if a hundred different clicks and rustles formed vowels and consonants, and his voice alone has been known to make some flee in fear. "Jaaaa, Herr Jöststs?" I outlined what I knew, that Trauer had said to reach her through him, and what the Aufhocker had said. "Ah tststso. I will tstsee that your distststants kin hasts... Whichtch do you prefer?"

"Alive." I gulped. "But fearful."

His face, once you see it up close, is truly terrifying. Too many eyes, and a Glasgow smile instead of a proper mouth. Never actually noticed a nose. "Ah. Tststsuchtch funnnnn." His upper limbs moved him back up into the trees. And that night, the Wildejagd hunted.

We keep a few places designed to allow people to stay the night, winter nights can be dangerous. Most of those can also be made into makeshift jails, although that's rarely done. I was waiting at the nearest. Aufhocker once rode a thief into one of them, the poor idiot confessing in a mixture of thickly accented Swiss German and Piedmontese. He returned what he had stolen, and I judged he'd had enough, so I let the guy go, bringing it down to the glassblower he'd stolen it from with an admonition to be more careful about charming tourists. I could hear the noise, it seemed half the mountain was alive tonight, but in came one clear voice, swearing in English, with an American accent. A woman. Meanwhile, I could also hear the jeering and mocking voice of the Aufhocker. "Yes little murderer, run for me! Make it to shelter and you might live out the night! Yes, just a little further." I could make out the horns and the swooping figures of some of the Wildejagd behind her, and hear the clicking, rustling laughter of der Großemann. She came out of the treeline, making a beeline for the lit open door, not even noticing me. "Fuck, you kill one fucking Jew and the whole forest comes after you? I thought this was Germany!"

I frowned. Whatever else she was, she had strong nerves. She ran inside and collapsed, panting. I moved in quickly, before she could catch her breath, and cuffed her, linking her cuffs to one of the recessed chains before she was able to realize what had happened. "FUCK!" What followed was a tirade of profanity and slurs that I feel no need to repeat. I will admit to being impressed. I spoke to the door, briefly.

"Aufhocker, I think you were too cautious with this one."

"Evron, I tell you, this one nearly knocked me off!"

I sighed, and turned back in, closing the door behind me. She looked up at me. "Evron. Of course. Only thing that would turn everything against me is fucking Jew magic."

I sighed. "I am no user of magic. And most of these folk were here long before my ancestors fled to this land. No, I simply treat the hidden folk of the Schwartzwald with respect, and they treat me in kind. But you. You hate me and my people for existing, and tell lies so you can say you are righteous. And, in a twist of delicious irony, the laws you will be tried under were last updated in 1941. But you have angered the Wildejagd. Once you have gone through our justice, they may decide to go further. By your motives, you will be tried, and convicted, of Mord." She started yelling some more invective, but I was uninterested. I walked up the stairs to where the more useful tools were, and called in that I had caught the murderer. Then I started looking up Anshel Kaan's family. I felt they deserved to know the truth.

You’re a park ranger of a very dense forest and you take care of everything, including the supernatural cryptids. One day, a murder happens in your forest and the culprit evades the authorities. You then politely ask the cryptids for their aid in the culprit’s capture. They agree.

[thequeenofsocialanxiety]

So this happened in the sims 4

So I playing the grim reaper challenge thingy, got a random goth sim who just happened to be a vampire. Great love that.

I get her in the political career for funsies so I can skip most of the day when she can’t be outside.

I start doing the challenges and get the 7 dates pop up. Sure might as well to all the fun stuff with the new packs. So I go on a date with Umber Grove. We hit it off straight away like amazing chemistry. He myself moves fast wanting to become romantic partners and then move in together ON THE FIRST DATE.

I was like fuck it fine let’s get someone to play while it’s the day. I kept almost burning her to death while trying to garden. Annoying AF.

Turns out the man is married with a kid and two horses. But he’s rich af and lives in a massive house so I say let’s all move into together.

So that’s what I did my vampire sim moves in with his family and romantic relationship was already zero between Umber and Juniper even tho they were married. The game acted like they were just besties married to each other. I said fine I’m just gonna do the challenge and ignore all of them expect my vampire sim.

But Umber couldn’t just have cake he wanted to eat it too. HE NOW WANTED A DIVORCE BECAUSE HE FELT UNSATISFIED WITH HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS WIFE.

GREAT. So now the wife has a complex of his husband is cheating on her (he is) and she’s gonna die alone.

So I sent them to marriage consulting. They came out fine and I made them be romantic towards each others.

While this going on my sim is waiting for the ability to cut a plant to get to the next challenge.

Also the kid is just living life. He has this cool vampire lady living with him who makes him amazing food and talk with him and plays with him. Loves her.

Then the horses are also annoying and needy all the time with is fine but that’s not why I’m here.

Back to main story, so Umber and Juniper are slowly getting their romance up again. Juniper goes to bed and my vampire sim feeds off of Umber.

Fine I was a messy bitch and made the kiss and woohoo in the coffin. I was given the best drama their is okay. I have not work hard for this at all.

So the kid was gonna wake up any minute so in my guilty way I had my vampire sim make breakfast for everyone.

Good old fashion eggs and toast. She was almost done when… the fire started and the fancy fire alarm called the fire department. And all the sims run outside expect my vampire sim because she was on fire.

She keeps burning and burning until she dies…

…

…

..WTF

So now she’s a playable vampire ghost who burned to death, not because of the sun but because she caught on fire making guilty eggs and toast.

And then the fire department finally shows up stops the first fire but it continues. They just sat down and started talking to the grim reaper. I just stared and was like continue your job please.

They finally save the day. And comment “please be careful next time”… WHAT NEXT TIME THE BITCH IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOUR SLOW ASS.

So they continue their lives.

Also now I have a vampire ghost that still can’t go out during the day.

At the moment, my ghost vampire sim is dancing to simlish “Hot in Herre” with the wife.

…I just shocked and I wish I recorded that shit.

[chameleon-on-lsd]

Tatort Saarbrücken (Der Herr des Waldes) liveblogging

Adam‘s canadian tuxedo kills me And that fucking medical examiner is so smug for no fucking reason ‚Natürliche körperöffnungen‘ is disgusting lmao ‚Mein vater war jäger‘. mh Leo looks good in that leather bomber ‚Is was mit deinem vater? Is er?‘ ‚Tot? Ne, sorry‘ Leo calling the hospital to check, cries Adam you look like a wet dog (and an angry one at that) Yeah where was his mom in his youth?? (yes, also afraid but..) The shot with the reflection of the pool is very crisp and nice Uffff, asking for forgiveness? Fuck you adam‘s dad ‘did you bring lunch’ while actively eating a sandwich lmao. And adam tossing some gum AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH GUN HOLSTERS. AAAAA (sorry my uniform kink goes hard) HOLY FUCK. His back. I‘m so normal about this Uffffffffff and adam‘s black shirt with the hint of shine from the holsters Funcikkgnfjsjdjdjfjfjdjdjdjdjfjdjdjd Putting adam in an office and stalking towards him? Leo, kill me slow Adam‘s hair is so…. Yellow. What a dye job Leo‘s tits. Chewable. Lmao adam putting a tracker on the wheelchair A vegan bully??? Lmao Also shout-out to the rainbow flag tee in the first row I would die if those two walked into the classroom. ‚Wir haben computer gespielt‘ ‚Nur dass sie nicht wie n bulle aussehen‘ 👀 Who curled that guy‘s hair because there is one extremely straight strand of hair by his ear and it‘s distracting. GOD. Adam‘s soft voice asking the kid questions. ‚Ich red ja jetzt mit dir‘

‚Capiche?!‘ lol adam. ‚Lies n buch, mann!‘ AAAAAAAAAAA More holsters. Now with white tshirt. Fuvking kill me. his chest.. Feral guy in forest running around. And I love compound bows btw I do like that the female officer is getting more smart screentime and not just being a bitch about leo WHAT was that slutty crawl into the cave (Also adam‘s back with the holster and the little gap of his jeans with the belt. Feral thoughts) FULLY DEEPTHROATING THE FLASHLIGHT to bite and hold it Oh tall feral french man. You look very good unfortunately. Also, like hozier God the ptsd flashbacks. My poor guy Don‘t drown your dad eventhough he deserves it I admire you adam. I could not fucking wash my mom. Even if it‘s just for an interrogation Adam challenge: make smoking look less hot Also, he stands like a shrimp. Tall boi ‚Die alle scharf war‘n auf jessica‘ german slang my beloved Leo concerned about adam 🥺 W O W. Fucking mulan moment with feral guy cutting his hair with a knife. Bithc you look great Lmao, adam walking into the office and leo‘s playing the game xD ‚animals are beautiful people‘, your english pronounciation is not the yellow of the egg ‚Wo war‘n die pisser‘ (some teens) lmao „Sprechen sie deutsch?“ „non“ liar God my french is bad. I got like half of that by hearing Holy shit, adam in interrogation mode is so hot. Also, starting his statement with „alright“ God, why you gotta lean on the table like that „Man das bricht mir doch auch nur das herz!“ xD Sorry but leo sitting on the table with his leg basically inbetween the teen suspects ones? (At least perspective wise) whew ‚der war scharf auf jessi, Scharf wie rettich‘ lmao what Oh. Oh no. Leo‘s school picture is awakening memories in adam‘s dad The vegan gangster and his henchman lmao Lmao wtf, just fully biting his cheek The stylistic choice of having the enviromental noise like that for the mute guy is 👌🏻 God leo stop being so handsome The silent communication between adam and leo ‚Ruf mich sofort an, [..] egal wann‘ Christ, adam‘s childhood is fucking rough. But also, explains his disordered eating (that we see, i‘m embellishing)

Adam :’( god and his dad is such a bitch. Yeah, fucking put him in his place (aka just toll him away) Adam on the bed :’( And another one of my weaknesses. bloody knuckles. What a fucking shot of leo. Yes show off those arms How are you interrogating a mute guy? Have your colleagues not informed you? Fucking do some information sharing my guys. Also: „Wo sind ihre finger hä? Hast du die gesnackt? Mach mal s maul auf“ lmao adam I‘m…. Confused The teacher? No sorry, am I too horny for the guys to understand what‘s going on Holyyyy shit. The unhinged ‚jessssssicaaaaa‘ of the teacher Holy fuck. The cinematagrophy of this tho??? Shoutout tatort. (Honestly I am slack-jawed) Wowww and it wasn‘t adam‘s photo, it was the teachers. „Zum urwald for der stadt“ urwald?! „Liegt im bett und krault sich die eier“ things that shouldn‘t be hot but are: him saying that Holy shit that teacher is unhinged af „Ich werd dir sooooo weeehtuuuun“ jesus christ, what a fucking performance. Fucking hell, these two psychopaths in a car. Christ ‚Kennst du was schöneres als was schönes zu zerstören‘ and then they both laughed unhingedly jesus christ „Es gibt nichts demütigerendes als einen schwachen sohn“ ronald you fucking whore Is this when leo learns to shoot again? He fucking would for adam. And adam wants him dead. Oh the choices Yes leo. Good boy ‚Es tut mir leid leo‘ …. Huh?

[hesawifebeaterdanusethegun]

Being With Herr König Part 7:

Part 6

This was the first time you’d been to König’s home but you weren’t paying attention to anything around you, your focus was on him as he locked the door behind you and shouted something in German over his shoulder.

A bald man with a mustache and an average build came around a corner to meet you at the door. He wore military garb and held a machine gun. This should have scared the shit out of you, but you were strangely calm. Crises had always brought on a sense of clarity you rarely had otherwise. Once the danger or stressor had passed you broke completely, but you were great in a tight spot and kept calm easily during.

You knew that König employed private security at his home as well as the hotel, but you’d never seen any of them decked out like this. This man was a professional who knew how to handle his weapon. The rest had been off-duty cops who you frankly wouldn’t have trusted to guard your lunch from your coworkers, but they made the guests feel safe.

The man stationed himself in front of the locked door as König led you further into the house. He brought you to a living room with a large fireplace along the wall to your left. The front and right-hand walls were crystal clear glass, looking out over a meadow lined with thick forest. You could see the lights mounted about the house that must have allowed König to light the meadow very well at night, though they were off now. It was still mid-afternoon so the light was just starting to fade a bit.

He led you to a large white couch facing the fireplace and sat next to you, taking your hands in his.

“I am sorry if I have scared you, but something has happened," he told you. "The breeding specimen I introduced you to, I made a mistake. I am so sorry, my love."

"What do you mean a mistake? I don't understand," you answered.

"I didn't recognize her changes in behavior lately, and I should have. She shouldn't have been brought near you at all with the state she's in," he tried to explain.

"What changes, please, I have no idea what you're talking about. Slow down."

"My researchers and I met today to discuss her progress, and pointed out some things that confused them, but alarmed me. We track all of our specimens in the wild, of course, and she had changed her normal hunting routes overnight, traveling much farther from the Resort than she normally does."

"Okay, and what does that have to do with me?" you asked.

"She seems to be..." he swallowed audibly. "It seems as if she's grown unhealthily attached to me as a caregiver, and has been... hunting you since last night, she's not been out of earshot of you since you met her."

Your stomach dropped. You were being... hunted? What? How did a job at the front desk of a hotel turn into this? Was it worth it? Was he worth it? You knew the answer to the question before you asked it. Of course he was. He would always be worth it to you.

"Okay, so what do we do?" you asked.

He pulled you closer to him with one arm and kissed your temple.

"We keep you safe, just like I promised."

That dark weight on his hip had suddenly become too heavy to bear, and he was glad he was sitting down. He held you tight, unsure if he would be able to do what needed to be done if the time came.

"I have my men searching the woods to drive her out, she won't be far now that you're here. I cannot get her to respond to my calls anymore. She is completely out of my control." He ran his hand through his hair anxiously. "But if we can bring her here we can capture and subdue her." He hoped he was right.

"I want you to stay with me at all times, alright?" he asked, though it barely sounded like a question.

"Okay," you chewed the inside of your lip nervously. He sensed how nervous you were, though you were doing a great job of not showing it.

"Come here." He turned and pulled your head to his chest, running his fingers through your hair. You sniffed once, deeply, to keep yourself from crying. You resumed your abnormally calm demeanor but stayed with your face buried in his chest, breathing in the scent of him as he rubbed your back, shushing you and muttering reassurances.

You stayed like that for a while, until you were interrupted by the sound of the crackle of the radio on the front door guard's hip. He answered in German and quickly left the house through the front door at König's nod, locking the two of you in again once he was on the other side.

"They'll find her soon." he whispered in your ear, your face still pressed into the front of his shirt. You sat up at his words, and that's when you heard it, that strange screeching you now knew belonged to a creature bent on your death. It was a strange feeling saying that so nonchalantly, even if only to yourself. This animal wanted you dead for competing for the attention of the man you loved.

"What the fuck..." you whispered through an exhaled breath.

"What was that?" König asked you.

"Nothing." You pulled his arms back around you and settled in to wait as he held you warmly, his chin resting on the top of your head. You could call it cozy if it weren't for the bloodthirsty animal coming after you.

[tehuti88-art]

5/31/24: r/SketchDaily theme, "Free Draw Friday." This week's characters from my anthro WWII storyline are more of the Jäger children: twins Lars and Lara (about six years old), and Lothar (about four); Lars and Lothar are the only boys in the bunch. You can see their older sisters Lisbeth and Liesl HERE, and their eldest half-sister Leopoldine HERE. Their personalities aren't very developed yet. There'll be more about them later in my art Tumblr and Toyhou.se.

Regarding their design, again, the younger they get, the bigger I draw the ears and eyes, and the shorter and chunkier the snout and neck. The male rats in my story don't have hair but females do (I dunno why). I have the three youngest Jäger children left to draw now.

TUMBLR EDIT: I have even less to say about these three younger Jäger siblings, the first pair of twins and younger son Lothar, than about Lisbeth and Liesl. They seem cheery enough, and not as insecure as the art of the two older full sisters hints; I suspect their younger age has to do with it.

The rest of this entry, which has mostly to do with Jäger anyway, will be truncated in following entries to save repetition.

Something I've learned recently, bits of Jäger's family history are emerging, albeit slowly and haltingly; he isn't giving up his past too willingly. I've learned for sure that he himself comes from a big family, father, mother, grandmother, and Jäger is the youngest of seven siblings: He has six older sisters. So this helps explain why he knows how to deal with groups of women and why he even seems to prefer their company; he explains to Otto Himmel, the only male secretary he hires, that women have much better heads for office work and communication, they're calmer and more rational and deal better with facts and details, whereas men are physically stronger yet, given their predilection toward brute violence, are more suited as "cannon fodder." Himmel has never heard men referred to as the more emotional and less rational sex, so Jäger's theories dumbfound him a bit. (It doesn't get past him, either, that Jäger seems to be hinting that he considers Himmel more feminine in temperament than masculine, but he has nothing to say about that, he just accepts his desk job with furrowed brow.) Jäger's office is full of young, beautiful Helferinnen (helpers); additionally, he has his beloved wife Magda, and his large (and growing) litter of children, all but two of whom are girls, plus before he met Magda he was a participant in the Lebensborn program (a weird, semi-anonymous sort of "stud service" to help boost the birth rate)...so yes, Jäger is pretty used to being around lots of women.

Another detail which emerged lately. Jäger informally considers his large band of secretaries his "Walküren," or Valkyries. They obey his every command without question, are fiercely loyal to him, and are unafraid of the same bureaucracy that intimidates most of his fellows because he takes good care of them and, despite his rather middling rank and his self-professed unglamorous status as "just another cog in the great war machine," he's actually quite powerful and, at times, downright terrifying. You don't mess with Jäger. Especially considering that he's a batsh*t fanatic.

Jäger's early history is coming in bits and pieces that sometimes contradict each other, so I'm unsure of the truth of some of it. Twins, however, seem to run in his family; he and Magda have two sets of them, Lars and Lara, and Lilli and Lotti, and I believe Jäger himself is a younger twin. Hold on though, didn't I mention he was the only son, and youngest child, in a family of six daughters...? Yes, I did. Jäger's mother gives birth to Ludolf and Luitpold, yet both sons are a difficult birth and are weak and sickly, especially the younger. Frau Jäger is desperate to save her only sons from dying, so turns to her mother-in-law, Herr Jäger's mother. Why? Because the older Frau Jäger is rumored to have powers; she, and when he was younger, her son, practice the old ways, honoring the Germanic gods rather than the Christian one. Herr Jäger gave up these beliefs and converted to Catholicism but his mother is still a believer, and despite being Catholic herself, the younger Frau Jäger appeals to her for help, because she'll do anything. The older woman mulls over the request before stipulating that the boys themselves be raised in the old ways; Frau Jäger haggles that she raise them in her own faith, BUT, if they decide to go seeking such knowledge on their own--without her mother-in-law prompting them--she won't try to stop them. MIL agrees, goes to the sick boys, and spends some time murmuring incantations and pleas and making offerings of wine and burnt items. She places a hand on each boy as she prays.

Then...something neither woman expected happens. Ludolf starts to grow weaker...while Luitpold grows stronger. MIL tries what she can, yet in the end, Ludolf succumbs, and only one of the twins, Luitpold, is left alive. Frau Jäger is distraught--this isn't what MIL promised her, she promised to save BOTH her sons. MIL retorts that she made no such promise, she simply said she would do what she could. She saved one boy; the other was obviously destined to die. It's Schicksal, fate. That doesn't mean he's gone, however...doesn't she see? The way Luitpold grew in strength as his brother Ludolf grew weaker. Ludolf's soul still lingers with them. With his twin brother. Frau Jäger isn't sure what to think--surely a body can house only one soul?--yet when the baby opens his eyes and blinks at her...she can swear she's looking at Ludolf, not Luitpold. It's unsettling, but the more she thinks about it, the more the idea worms its way into her. By the time Herr Jäger returns and demands to know what's going on, why is MIL here burning things, what happened to Ludolf, Frau Jäger has convinced herself that Ludolf died so Luitpold could live, Luitpold's body houses both the twins' souls, and oh, she's decided to give the surviving, younger son the elder son's name, because it only seems fitting. She declares that the boy she's cradling in her arms is both Luitpold and Ludolf, but from now on, he'll be known as Ludolf.

Of course Herr Jäger, who renounced all this business ages ago, is incensed at his mother's meddling, and tells her off. His wife buying into it all mystifies him, but she's insistent, so, the surviving infant receives a name change. And when he's older, and spies his grandmother praying at her little altar which is nothing like the grand altar at the church the family attends, Oma Jäger is all too willing to fill him in on what she believes. Young Ludolf is full of awe and curiosity. Oma's talk of patron gods has him wondering, which god is his god? She replies that he needs to keep his eyes open for a sign. His god will let him know when he's been chosen.

Ludolf is born roughly around 1910, so he's just a child when the Great War breaks out. At the time, his family lives near the border, and one day late in the war, Ludolf witnesses a German plane crash in a field. He runs to inspect it, taking note of a painting the pilot must have made on the tail--a lightning bolt--then realizes that the pilot is still alive. He spots Ludolf peering down at him--he's bloody and badly injured, one of his eyes missing--and holds up his hand; Ludolf grasps it and holds on for but a moment, before the airman's eye glazes over and his breath rattles and then falls still. He doesn't want to leave him, but flames start licking at the plane and he's forced to retreat, watching from afar as it's gradually consumed by fire. Men arrive to put it out and retrieve the charred body while Ludolf is taken home. He doesn't talk much to his parents, but privately, Oma asks him what he saw--she knows it was significant. He describes the incident in detail; by the time he's done, his grandmother is nodding, her eyes alight. Ludolf is twice blessed, she tells him--for not just one, but two gods have reached out to him: Donar the lord of thunder, and Wotan the Allfather. Ludolf now knows his patrons, and it's up to him whether he conducts himself accordingly.

Ludolf grows up following his grandmother's teachings, ignoring how much it displeases his mother and father. They eventually learn to put up with it, hoping he'll grow out of it someday. Instead, he just grows even more devoted. When war rears its head a second time, and he learns of the formation of the Waffen-SS, he decides to apply to join. Nobody in his family is happy about this; his sisters cry, and his parents try to dissuade him, but he won't be deterred. His grandmother is the only one to urge him to follow his souls--she's told him by now of the sacrifice his older twin made for him--and although he doesn't care much for the racial business, he fully buys into the occult/mystical angle pushed by the Nazis. His father is just as adamant about the path the rest of the family will take: They're leaving the country, and will return only when the hostilities are over. Jäger's favorite sister makes a tearful appeal to him to come along; yet even this doesn't convince him. He feels like he has a destiny, and he rather hopes that, like the airman whose crash he witnessed so long ago, his souls might be borne away by the Walküren someday. He does decide not to part on bad terms, and wishes his family well, also hoping that they might reunite after the war, when things are better. Herr and Frau Jäger, Oma, and the six sisters depart Germany, while Jäger departs for the front.

Despite their hopes, they never meet again. Jäger is wounded, and while lying half-conscious on the battlefield, he believes he sees a Walküre telling him it isn't his time yet (this is actually a nurse); he wakes in an SS hospital. Seeks a transfer to the Allgemeine-SS, participates in Lebensborn, meets young Magda in a maternity home...marries her, adopts her daughter Leopoldine, starts his own family, and starts the indoctrination all over again. The difference being that this time, there's a distinct Nazi slant, and everyone goes along with him, for better or worse. (Spoiler alert: It's worse.)

That includes little Lars, Lara, and Lothar, and the rest of the Jäger children I haven't drawn yet...there are three more to go.

[Lars Jäger 2024 [‎Friday, ‎May ‎31, ‎2024, ‏‎12:00:11 AM]]

[the-firebird69]

and trump falls his girl helped and does the job and needs to. she does but is sick and they keep her with syphilis and she appeared with it. a side ffect no syphilis and had the markings. was dressed as a man and yes the goof at publix. and full of it. needed out and did find it and left. and healed injects herself. this is it too she is rancid with it. and a carrier. and kissed my husband when he was bleeding. he is ok now. she is not got sicker. and ied a few time and due to his blood. and the reaction. her mouht got sick. and he says it my immune cells and true too. and she said it is off no a reaction good. and is a hot puppy yes and a nasty ho and gross sickly too. an is a bugger to stop and tons are at her now. her bike lays there and will for a while she will die is tricia. a nd will succumb and had dave aka dan a lot. and his wife hates her. she is a scumbag. true. die a lot ll over as she looks for me an yes hs been taking ships tryin go get to venus. failed a lot is sick. tons of times yo work for the empire an no i dont nd the shps go after them no but try for toher and she sucks and is sicly in edge of tommorrow. sick as hell. an does not get a lot of stuff. and not her fault it is the macs. flushit it comes back and has to keep it up and a serious regemine uninterupted. and it is in the marrow that is why n she looked it is. nwo she is treating it and has to slow down an cant. takes it in day after day. is hairy due to it and was is megan fay. and mark is bja. is sick. and the macs did it. tried to to y husband who heals a lot and on purpose.

we need him well and now. they try to get him the firebird now and he has no funds. somedo yes. adn herre and aer nuts.

they will fund it but he will need more always. and they see it. no. we say it. this sucksyou stink.

th war proceeds now. and morlock are in on them. flow in. tons. are on it too. go in and hit some too. take them have info. and sent it up. they were astonished and sid wow that is a lot and send huge armies in there now and all over. tons more and the forg move. and they watch. it is a massive fight and hardware is coming out and small ships gotten and today and tons now all over. soon this area unplugged from much and in tunnesl below. soon. now it dropped already, a few inches and from 8 foot is now 99 inches. and our show lol get smart and he loved it and had fun. found out but ok. sitl thinks it is fun. nd with me because of me yes jen. i did a good job. and he said we are friends it is not a job really it is a life and good. adn a job yes and i see it. we live it and have a great time and for our future and ohters do the work. a team tue. yes. fun ok. and i wont kick youi out and you say i will build a castle fort and ok you jerk lol me too ok no. not how it goes. hahah lol. fun.

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