#ulrike.

[slugtrait]

" we 'ave to do dis, ulrike. i know she's our girl, but we 'ave to dink about fern. " gwendoline's mouth is set in a firm line, her eyes hard as she stares over at her wife. she wasn't sure if ulrike was going to be able to handle this. hell, gwendoline couldn't even believe that this was happening, but it was and she would be damned if she lost another child. if ulrike couldn't handle this with her, she'd do it by herself. " ve vill nefer be able to see her again. she vill be gone. forefer. " ulrike's cheeks are wet and stained red. she'd been crying for the past three hours. she couldn't fathom actively sending her daughter, dead or not, off into the void. it was like she would die twice. " if ve could just reason vith her - remind her zat ve lofe her. she could stay vith us. it vould be like - like it nefer happened. " ulrike's words fell on gwendoline's deaf ears. she had seen enough only hours before. she saw the anger in eden willow's ghostly gaze. she'd seen the fire within her form. she may have been their daughter, but that wasn't all she was anymore. she was a malevolent spirit and, as far as gwen was concerned, there was no room for something like that in her house. " ulrike ! ded you naht see de same thin' dat i saw ? she started a fire ! ded you naht see de anger in 'er ? dat's our daughter, love, but dat's naht eden willow. she's a danger. " gwen's fingers twitched. she was about to send eden willow into the void whether ulrike was done speaking or not. it would be done. tonight.

[japhers]

icy peepaw

[alexanderpearce]

where are my photos of the snowgums that strip back to bright red trunk

[thunderstruck9]

Ulrike Theusner (German, 1982), Die apokalyptischen Reiter [The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse], 2009. Oil on canvas, 160 x 100 cm.

[jareckiworld]

Ulrike Ottinger — Daily Life (triptych; oil on wood panels, 1965/1966)

[bottomwell]

Ulrike Enders

Mütterlicher Sessel, 1974

[thebramblewood]

Who knew window shopping could lead to so many revelations?

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All credit to @moonwoodhollow for Exerzierplatz, where you can find the bookstore, and @its-opheliasgarden for Umbra Boulevard, where you can find the antique shop, both of which are only one small part of these incredible builds!

Caleb: You’ve grown awfully comfortable with her.

Helena: First of all, you have no room to judge. [mockingly] Oh, she’s my sister and I loathe her! But I’m too much of a coward to move out.

Caleb: I’ve certainly never uttered those-

Helena: Secondly, being angry is exhausting. Holding an eternal grudge requires too much energy. And she can be fun — in her own way.

Caleb: You mean the way that’s fun until it isn’t? Not long ago, she had you on the verge of murder. Your memory can’t be that short.

Helena: We have our differences. But she respects my limits now.

Caleb: She’s being careful, but I know her too well to believe it’s for anyone’s benefit but her own. She’s only biding her time until you let your guard down.

Helena: God, you’re cynical.

Caleb: I’m realistic. For a long time, I held out hope she would turn back into the Lilith I knew. But there’s a point of no return, and she’s far past it. I just think you should tread carefully.

-

Helena: Why do you really stay? Is she holding something over you? Are you a masochist?

Caleb: I’ve told you. It’s complicated.

Helena: Have you ever even tried to leave?

Caleb: Helena-

Helena: Who’s Morgyn?

Caleb: [uncomfortably abrupt silent]

Helena: I heard that name in your head just now, not for the first time. I didn’t want to pry, but it must be someone who means a lot to you.

Caleb: Meant.

Helena: Did you have a falling out or-

Caleb: [flatly] They’re dead.

Helena: Oh. I’m sorry. [softly] Caleb, were you in love with them?

Caleb: Something like that.

Helena: What happened? Don’t tell me Lilith-

Caleb: [insistently] It had nothing to do with her. They were a spellcaster, a very powerful one. They wielded influence. They had detractors. One of those detractors killed them.

Helena: Oh my god. That’s awful. Could you tell me what they were like sometime — when you’re ready?

Caleb: [faintly] I wouldn’t even know where to begin.

Helena: Caleb, look! I haven’t used one of these since I was a kid. Do you think they’ve got film for it?

-

Caleb: Come on. Don’t waste it on a picture that won’t even turn out.

Helena: What’s the deal with that anyway? I saw something about silver online, but-

Caleb: Anything you read on the Internet is conjecture and myth.

Helena: Is it because we don’t have souls?

Caleb: [bemused] What does that even mean? Do you feel as though you’ve lost yours?

Helena: Yes. No. I don’t know. I guess I feel the same… mostly.

Caleb: Countess Flores has a theory that we innately shroud our physical selves in images, just as we veil human minds, that we could appear if we willed it. But that remains pure hypothesis as far as I know.

Helena: I think I’ve attempted enough desperate selfies to safely debunk that one. You know, I wonder… [trails off distractedly]

Caleb: Helena?

Helena: Maybe it’s not such a bad thing. I used to want to capture every moment, but now the pictures make it impossible to forget.

Caleb: We both know it’s not the pictures that keep the memories alive.

[melanchol1e]

Ulrike Bolenz

[prowlerzpatch]

free spirits

[slugtrait]

🔥 the florence family had returned home a couple of days after eden willow’s birthday. the whole family was in high spirits, full of life, laughter, and love. none of them could have guessed what would happen next.

it was a simple pot of mac n cheese that did it. some noodles, a packet of cheese dust, and a pot full of water was what altered the florence family lineup forever. neither gwendoline nor ulrike had ever experienced complete and utter devestation like they were about to. this pot of mac n cheese was the catalyst for the downfall of the florence family household — and the beginning of a generations long curse.

[killyridols]

a skeleton in manhattan by ulrike theusner, 2020, etching, 17.9 × 13.7 inches

[gothoffspring]

after five million (actual) years, i've finalized my ulrike

[helpfulcornn]

the renegades :)

[gunthermunch]

ulrike..

[jareckiworld]

Ulrike Ottinger — Kriegsgott (God of War) mixed media on fabric, 1967

[vinndas]

Do you realize that happiness makes you cry