#why did I write the German version first

[riddle-me-fear]

Soooo Riddler, you speak multiple languages?

Also solltes du das ja verstehen. Falls ja dann sag mir doch auf Deutsch was du an Jonathan so schön und toll findest.

[translation at bottom]

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Ahaha-hmm, natürlich verstehe ich dich. Glücklicherweise kann mein lieber Jonathan uns nicht verstehen, also kann ich deine Frage beantworten. Was ich an ihm so schön und toll finde, hmm...

Er kann wunderbar kochen; ich finde seine Speisen stets höchst deliziös, auch wenn es mir ein Rätsel ist, wie er richtig würzen kann ohne zu kosten, da ihm der Nikotin ja regelrecht den Geschmackssinn ruiniert hat. Auch wenn er manchmal richtig dumm sein kann, ist er doch sehr intelligent, und ich genieße unsere Diskussionen sehr. Ich finde es unglaublich herzig, wenn er sich aufregt, ahahaha!

Körperlich, ich meine, was gibt es nicht zu mögen? Ich fühle mich, wenn es um Männer geht, eher der älteren, erfahrenen Generation hingezogen. Und ja, trotz dass ich ihn oft unsanft ermahne, dass er mehr essen soll, finde ich seinen Körperbau doch sehr attraktiv.

Was er selbst nicht vor anderen zugeben möchte, ist dass er doch sehr sanft sein kann, wenn er will. Er wird zwar nicht zu einer komplett anderen Person wenn wir alleine sind, aber ist mir gegenüber, mittlerweile, um einiges authentischer geworden, und umgekehrt genauso.

Ach ja, ich denke unsere Aktivitäten im Schlafzimmer muss ich wohl kaum ansprechen. Ich möchte nur dazu sagen, dass er der Beste ist, den ich jemals hatte.

Ich denke aber das, was ich am meisten an ihm schätze, ist sein Verständnis. Er toleriert und akzeptiert... nun ja, alles an mir, auch wenn es nicht den Anschein hat. Er hilft mir meine Ängste zu bezwingen, was - ahahah! - doch regelrecht peinlich wäre, wenn jemand der sich so intensiv mit Angst beschäftigt, das nicht hinbekommen würde. Er würde es sich nie anmerken lassen, doch er ist ein sehr einfühlsamer Mensch... Er... Ich weiß nicht... Er macht mich einfach... glücklich.

Ed gazes lovingly at his partner next to him, getting lost in his eyes for a moment. Jon, on the other hand gives him a mildly annoyed look, as usual.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Lemme guess. Ye'r naht gonna translate tha question, or ANYTHIN' ya just said.

Ed returns to his sassy attitude with a grin.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Nnnope!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

I fuckin' hate'chu so much.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Love you too, pumpkin. 💚

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Translation:

Question: So Riddler, you speak multiple languages? Then you should be able to understand this. If yes, tell me in German what you think is so nice and great about Jonathan.

Edward's answer:

[I took the liberty to change the wording of a couple things to basically mean the same thing even if it's not the exact translation. As with most languages, how you say things in German isn't how you'd say it in English. Especially not how Edward would word things, anyway.]

Ahaha-hmm, of course I understand you. Fortunately, my dear Jonathan can't understand us, thus, I can answer your question. What I think is so nice and great about him, hmm...

He's a wonderful cook; I find that his meals are always highly delicious, even if it leaves me puzzled, how he's able to apply correct seasoning without tasting for himself, since the nicotine downright ruined his sense of taste. Even if he can sometimes be quite dumb, he is still very intelligent, and I very much enjoy our discussions. I find that it's incredibly adorable when he gets upset, ahahaha!

Physically, I mean, what's not to like? When it comes to men, I feel rather attracted to the older, more experienced generation. And yes, despite me often harshly admonishing him that he should eat more, I still find his body build quite attractive.

What he'd never admit himself in front of others, is that he certainly can be quite gentle, when he wants to. Now, he doesn't turn into a completely different person when we are alone, but he's since become much more authentic towards me, and vice versa.

Oh, and I think I'll hardly have to mention our activities in the bedroom. To that, I'd just like to add that he's the best I've ever had.

But I think that which I appreciate most about him is his understanding. He tolerates and accepts... well, everything about me, even if it doesn't seem apparent. He helps me with conquering my fears, which - ahahaha! - would be downright embarrassing if someone, who studies fear so intensively, wouldn't be able to manage that. He'd never let it show, but he's a very empathetic person. He... I don't know... He simply makes me... happy.

[sacchiri]

Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.

Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen

A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death

[gatorbites-imagines]

Do you write for Scott Summers/Cyclops??! Specifically James Marsden version/X-men movies?? (I am so normal about him I promise)

If so, fucking Scott against/bent over his motorcycle and he's a whimpering mess 😍 just something about him loving his bike so much makes me wanna breed him on/against it😋

If you don't do X-men you could replace Scott with Nightwing :3

Kurt Wagner x male reader

Ficlet

I swear to god I misread Nightwing as Nightcrawler and it was first when I was about to post this that I realized the mistake, and there is too much about Kurt, his powers and appearance to rewrite it as anyone else… so… Kurt it is. If you want it with Scott, send the request again, my bad bro.

Don’t ask me why Kurt is hitchhiking and doesn’t just BAMF away, it’s for plot…

Kurt was well and truly lost when you picked him up. Thankfully hed still had his watch, the one that altered his physical appearance, so he wasn’t so visibly a mutant. It was out in the middle of nowhere, somewhere Kurt had stumbled after BAMFing out of one situation or another. And yeah, he could have just teleported back again, but his head was hurting really badly, so he didn’t.

In the end he pulled the good old tradition of hitchhiking, of standing by the side of the road with his thumb out and hoping some soul would drive down these baren roads. And luckily, you did, in a mud-covered, beaten truck that looked like your stereotypical country car.

The conversation flowed between the two of you, with you being fascinated by how far away he was from Germany, because Kurt made up some story about being a German hitchhiker seeing the world. Kurt could feel his tail twitching even as it was hidden, and the dirty tanktop, messy beard and old trucker cap you wore wasn’t helping.

There was a reason the one rule of his religion that Kurt couldn’t follow was celibacy, and you made his blood rush. Kurt knew he should be careful, he knew all the stereotypes about men like you, and he knew that later on some of the others would scold him for getting into a stranger’s car. What if you were a serial killer?

But Kurt was a weak man, something he prayed about on the regular, so when you offered to let him spend the night at your place, he jumped on it. even if it didn’t lead to anything, staying the night would be better than trying to get back to the X-men in the dark. That was an excuse, and he knew it, but who could blame him.

It was a nice place you had, large and cared for, even if it was only you. There were two more cars in your massive garage, and a beautiful motorcycle, which Kurt was quick to climb on top of and started turning the handles as he cooed in interest.

There were multiple reasons Kurt was called an imp and elf, and his curled flirty smile was one of them. That very smile as thrown your way, Kurt crossing his fingers in hopes that he had read you right. Seeing you huff but suppressing a smirk of your own had blood rushing downwards, his tail flicking and knocking something over, even in its invisible state.

One thing led to another, and the two of you ended up making out against your bike. It wasn’t actually in a drivable state, it didn’t have any wheels and was just a passion project of yours, but making out with a cute guy against it was really good.

It was a lucky coincidence that you liked jerking off in your garage, meaning you had lube laying around in one of your multiple toolboxes. Kurt was gonna make a flirty joke about it, but your mouth was on his before he could, your teeth clacking and tongues intertwining wetly.

All your jostling and rutting must have smacked Kurts wrist against your bike, as a familiar beep met his ears, and suddenly the illusion flickered and there was blue. The kiss was disconnected as you pulled back, eyes widening at the suddenly fuzzy and very blue man against your bike.

Kurts eyes had widened too, they were completely yellow you noticed. For him it wasn’t shock as much as it was fear, as any mutant knew how some people reacted to their kind, especially the ones that didn’t look like the norm.

There was a flicking motion in your peripheral, your eyes turning to it only to see a tail of all things flicking side to side. It even had a triangle shaped tip like a cartoon devil. It wasn’t that you hated mutants, you hadn’t ever met one that you knew of, and you liked to mind your own lane.

“Well… this is awkward, hehe” Kurt chuckled out, voice a little dry and tense as his shoulders rose, eyes flicking towards the well. “Only if you make it one” you reply after taking him in, sliding your hands up his sides and feeling his velvet fuzzy fur. You could work with this.

Kurt could only widen his eyes as you kissed him again, just as hungry as before and hands exploring across his torso. The X-man could only be pleasantly surprised, winding his arms around you and pulling you close once more as you started rutting against each other again, but this time Kurts tail could join, wrapping around your thigh like a leash.

“Flip over” you pant into his mouth, making Kurt snicker but do as you tell him. His tail wags and coils like a pleased cat as you pull the last of his clothes off, the blue mutant seeming almost smug or cocky in his own way, even if it was obvious, it was just him playing.

A shaky gasp punched its way out Kurts chest as you spread him open, the X-man looking back over his shoulder just to catch you dropping to your knees and burying your face between his spread cheeks. A puff of warm air brushed against his hole, making Kurts toes curl as his tail tapped against your back. “Guess one place doesn’t have any fur” you mumble, more to yourself than anything as you kissed against his tight pucker.

Kurt struggled not to let his tail curl around your head, or worse, your neck as you ate him out, the cap of the lube bottle being heard before your fingers joined in on the mess. The X-man tried to bite down his noises for a moment, until you groped at him encouragingly and he couldn’t hold it back anymore.

The prep was maybe a tad too rushed as you opened him up with a couple of fingers and your tongue, but Kurt was as needy as you were, so he didn’t care about the burn as you pushed inside, with a condom, of course. Instead, he wound his tail around your thigh again and pulled you close.

Your strong hands on his hips and your groans in his sharp ears, as well as the feeling of you stretching and filling him had Kurt feeling like he was in heaven. The blue fuzz coating his body made it nearly impossible to leave hickeys, at least visible ones, but that didn’t stop you from trying, and your enthusiasm to mark him up made Kurt dizzy in the best way possible.

Kurt hadn’t even noticed he had stumbled over the edge as you ground into him, Kurts body aflame with want and pleasure as he rocked back against you like a needy cat in heat. It was only when you bottomed out inside him and tumbled over it yourself, that Kurt noticed how he had painted the leather seat of your bike in his spend.

Maybe hitchhiking wasn’t so bad, Kurt thought, as you pulled out and flipped him over, replacing the used rubber with a new one, giving his tail a slight yank only to make him yelp and spread his legs enough to give you room. Definelty, not bad at all.

[lilbardrhi]

My Favorite Story

Pairing: König x Reader/You CW: Nada~ this is just Christmas cuteness! Prepare for fluff! (Ok it's... kinda sad. At first. But for a very important reason. I PROMISE-) Author's Note: Merry Christmas and happy holidays, @machveil! Thank you so much for your Daily König doodles! They're the highlight of my day, everyday <3

He can still hear their laughter. The laughter of everyone who made fun of how he looks. Throughout his entire childhood, that's all they would do - laugh at how he looks. Children can be so cruel. But that's why Rudolph would always be König's favorite. Rudolph was laughed at, made fun of - hell, the poor deer was even shunned. König couldn't possibly relate more to any character.

That's why, with a copy in hand, König intends on talking to the author/illustrator of a version of his favorite Christmas story. He will walk up to her and tell her thank you for giving him a beam of light in his life again and ask for her to sign the book.

He will.

When the line dies down.

During tomorrow's market.

At this point, the poor man is shaking with nervousness as he tries to convince himself to just walk up to her and ask her-

"Hey there! Doing ok? I see you have a copy of my book," she calls to him with a warm smile.

Oh... wow, she's pretty.

König gives her a quick nod of the head. He was going to speak, but he's not sure he remembers how to right now. Instead he's standing there with a copy of her book clutched tightly to his chest and wishing that he'd either find his voice or that the ground would open up beaneath him and swallow him quickly.

Neither seem likely at the moment.

"Well, come on over!" She waves him closer and he obliges, stopping just to the side of her booth. "I mean in here, silly."

She giggled.

König might melt.

Yet he listens, hunching over to step into her booth.

"I saw you at the charity event."

He nods again, shaking even more now that he's so close to her.

"Would you like me to sign it? It's ok. I don't mind."

Gott, she's so sweet. She saw him at the chairty event that was intended for people to have her book signed which means she knew he didn't approach for a signature there. Now she's just... offering to sign it for him? How could he say no?

"Bist du sicher?" he manages to push out.

The author's smile turns a bit nervous.

"Ah... Ja natürlich. Es ist kein problem."

König can't help the little smile that creeps onto his half-masked face. Her pronunciation is a bit... wonky, but he thinks it's cute. So he nods and - shakily - hands her the book.

She seems relieved as he nods and hands her the book. Then she pulls a metallic silver Sharpie from her coat pocket.

"Who should- oh. Wem... soll ich das mitteilen?"

As cute as he finds it when she speaks German, he doesn't want to make her anymore uncomfortable than he feels he already has.

"It is alright," he says softly. "I speak English. But, um... me. König."

Hearing him speak English seems to make her shoulders relax a bit and her warm smile returns, reaching her eyes again.

"Alrighty!"

Without another word she skillfully flips open the book and uncaps her Sharpie with her teeth. As she writes, she starts to hum Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Hearing her humming the song has König relaxing too.

She suddenly scribbles something quickly in the book - her actual signature, he assumes - then passes the book back to him.

"It was nice to meet you, King. See you around the market."

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise over her translating his name. König doesn't have time to respond as she's already back to the line of fans in front of her booth. Not wanting to hover, he silently steps out of her booth and begins walking away.

When he returns home, he opens his book to see her signature- and a message?

"I hope Rudoloph brings you the comfort he always did for me. Happy holidays, König~"

Below her signature is what König can only assume is her phone number. Without hesitation, he sends her a quick thank you text and apoligizes for being so odd at the market.

You're so welcome! I wasn't sure you'd actually text me lol but... odd? I figured you were just nervous - I have social anxiety and your mannerisms felt familiar so I did my best to make things easier on us both :)

König can't help the butterflies in his stomach or the way his heart seemed to flutter at her quick response. And maybe even the fact that she actually responded.

Maybe this will be a merry Christmas season after all.

Translations (per Google Translate so I apologize if it's inaccurate!): Gott - God Bist du sicher? - Are you sure? Ja natürlich. Es ist kein Problem. - Yes, of course. It is no problem. Wem soll ich das mitteilen? - Who should I make this out to?

CoD Christmas (Meet) Cuties Masterlist

[feathered-mushrooms]

Can we talk about the X-men comic “Magneto Testament”?

I had read this early on in my comic journey and I remembered my love and adoration for the story. I decided to pick it up again and I hits just as hard as when I first read it. 

The story itself is Magneto’s origin story, and you can tell the writers took care and did research, both within comics and the real world history of the holocaust to weave together this backstory. In fact the comic does not just end with the story being rapped up, but is followed up with additional comics about real people, specifically the story of Dina Gottliebova, as well as the in-depth page by page breakdown of the authors choices and links/book list of everything they researched for the story and everything they think we should read as well. 

You can tell that Greg Pak, the writer, and Carmine Di Giandomenico, the artist, truly care for the story they are telling and truly care for the recognition and remembrance of these events. And they do it with some of the most haunting  visuals and situations. At multiple points while reading I had to take a break and return to the story due to just how heavy it could be. 

Additionally they made the amazing choice to actually have Erik be virtually powerless during the story. They hint to his mutation multiple times but he has not fully manifested. Leading to another layer of tragedy regarding the fact that a lot of the situations he gets into, could have ended a lot better if he was aware of his mutation. 

They also make the choice to show the evolution of the nazi power in Germany and the story often takes breaks to show time has passed, while filling in the reader in on the historical events that happen during the time switch. It really doesn’t feel like a superhero comic book but more of an educational graphic novel. 

Lastly while the story obviously focuses on Erik, who’s birth name is Max, we learn more about his family and Magda, characters that are often glanced over in comics. And Pak does a really good job with this. While Max’s mom Edie, and sister, Ruth, get little time on the page, we learn of the interesting dynamic between Jackob, Max’s dad, and Erich, Max’s uncle(heavily implied to be Max’s inspiration for his later name). Jackob fought in World War 1 and believes in the good in the world, he believes things can’t truly get bad and that people will listen to the good in their hearts, best seen when he expects a man he saved in the war to help him out. Erich on the other hand can see that Germany is crumbling. It doesn’t help that he is public humiliated and beaten after sleeping with a German woman, but throughout the book he is seen to be the most likely to bend the rules, he becomes a smuggler and does other such things to keep his family alive. 

Sitting here and writing this it almost feels like an early version of Erik and Charles, but nonetheless it becomes evident where Erik got his inspiration from.

On the topic of Magda, I just want to know more about her now. She’s introduced as this girl who Erik has a crush on, and that’s that. But she becomes his reason to live, and proves herself to be capable of doing what she needs to to survive, including laying among dead bodies. Honestly I know we are a Cherik nation but it makes sense why she was his first love and mother to their children. 

Overall it is an amazing comic and I believe some of the most important and stunning stuff that Marvel has made. Please check it out if you can.

[hyunjinsjeans]

How you met (OT8)

Warnings: Female Reader*

Type: fluff 🧸

Related: He Knows Universe

Masterlist

A/N: it occurred to me I do have backstories from the He Knows universe so I might as well share them.

••••

Chan: you were regular costumers at a local coffee shop, your workplace was close to the jype building and you would pass each other quite a bit. One day the barista mentioned a 2x1 offer to you while Chan waited in line behind you, seeing as you were regulars he made the arrangements so you two could share the promotion. This started you two talking, you were completely unaware of his idol status and he was relieved you spoke to him the same way you spoke to any of the cafe staff. After this you two started talking regularly anytime you ran into each other at the cafe, until one day he asked for your number and to your surprise he asked you out that very same day.

Lee Know: your company started working for jype and you got lost the first time you visited their office. Lee know was leaving a meeting with their manager and some staff about his individual schedules when he found you looking around lost. You knew who he was but you were more concerned about getting back to your meeting as you had only excused yourself to the bathroom and did not have that much time to present your proposal. He helped you find your way back all while calming you down. Lee know recognizes a face, so he knew you as “lost mouse” for months before Changbin asked what your name was one day and then you handed them both your business card - which by the way, is how Lee Know got your number, although he did not call you until about six months after meeting you.

Changbin: you owned a small bakery downtown and when Changbin’s mother descovered it she started buying from you A LOT. Once Changbin got to taste your baking he was hooked and his mom would come to your bakery often, sometimes mentioning how much her son loved your muffins and cowboy cookies - although he was not able to eat them a lot because of his diet. You offered her the sugar free almond versions and this had been very much to Changbin’s liking, so much so that he actually showed up with his mother to praise you and buy more. You quickly became friends and him being him, was dating you in a matter of weeks.

Hyunjin: you met at an art museum in Belgium. Oh, how weird and small the world is. You were there on holiday for your dad’s birthday, but at the museum for a different reason: you needed to finish a paper. You were an English literature major and your assignment was to write an original story in whatever style you preferred, the only guideline was “make it unconventional”, you wanted to tell the story of a painting. And you stopped at the same painting Hyunjin stopped at as well. He needed to recreate a painting he thought would be opposite entirely from his own style. And he picked that one. You stood together for a long time, taking pictures and scribbling notes and doodles on your notebooks until you noticed each other. Two romantics staring at each other in front of an old painting in the middle of a busy museum. He spoke first, but he spoke in Korean, you frowned and spoke to him in German. Both tried to understand each other for a moment before it occurred to both to use English. The rest was just faith.

Han: you met thanks to Bbama. Simple as that. His little dog ran up to you at the park, at the time you were sniffing and crying. Visiting the dog park on the one year anniversary of your precious dog’s passing. She had been wonderful, but she had also been your childhood companion. She gave you her life, your 12 year old schnauzer was missed every day. You met the excitable Bbama before you met its owner, Han was concerned his dog had done something to you. And when you picked up his dog with a smile he was relieved, thankful even, that his dog approached the prettiest girl he’d laid eyes on. You talked about why you were crying and he offered to let you walk his dog every other day since he was busy a lot, you accepted his offer and gave him your phone number. Of course you ended up doing a lot more than just walking his dog…

Felix: a fashion show. You had been acting for a while, your career picked up fast and during that ascent you met a platinum blond singer from Korea. You were seated together and had to introduce yourself to one another, he explained the concept of an idol to you, although you had a vague idea. By the end of the show you two were looking forward to seeing each other at the after party. Felix became a friend to you, someone you would see a lot at LV events, you were both friends of the brand as well. Once you exchanged phone numbers during a photo shoot it was a matter of time before you two started dating.

Seungmin: he fell flat on his face during band practice and was brought to the emergency room during your shift. The emergency room doctor called you in since the manager asked for the specialist to take care of it. Not his manager nor Seungmin expected someone young and pretty like you to walk in and say hello with such authority. You l diagnosed him with a concussion and almost kept him overnight for observation because he was so dumbfounded by you. (He was fine, by the way. He has a sturdy skull.) Little punk got your number from your prescription and he did have the nerve to text you one random Wednesday, playing dumb, asking about some charity event at the hospital - somehow this led to you going out with him.

I.N: you were just a girl. Just a girl minding your business at your first big job. You had graduated a little while ago at this point, you knew no other workplace outside of the university clinic where you did your social service pre-graduation. But you landed a most fabulous job at a renowned dermatologist’s office as a nurse. You had seen a couple of familiar faces but being that you were at work you never quite knew who they were until you read their names on their files. In came a certain Yang Jeongin. His skin was beautiful and you did not doubt to mention it when his appointment was over and the doctor asked for your opinion. I.N looked flushed, he started booking appointments more and more often if anything for the little exchanges with you at the reception until one day he found the courage to ask you out on his way out from one of his appointments.

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[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 22

@javelinbk I’ve got another one for your “Paul McCartney doesn’t touch other men” compilation.

They’re really just going to keep goofing off with each other until the bitter end, aren’t they?

Who is this?? She’s gorgeous and I’m obsessed with her eye makeup.

I wonder if there’s a *reason* John broke randomly into “Run for your Life”. I’d actually feel better about that song if it was secretly about Paul, though I'd never considered it.

That face!

I’d actually love to know what Ringo and Billy were talking about that prompted that hug, though! I’m sure it must’ve been just so cute!

John saying “Okay Jim” to Paul. Reminds me  of that quarrymen story where John called Paul that. Such an awkward nick-name, considering John hated Jim. Like I know Paul’s first name is James and all, but it’s just weird. I wonder if he called him that often and why and how Paul felt about it.

It’s physically impossible for two people to actually love each other that much and break up. I just. It’s not real. I can’t process it. 

The fact that Paul wore a suit again, though, and plays standing. An example of Paul doing what makes him feel good whether it’s cool or not. He feels professional and put together in a suit and standing for the “performance” of these softer songs, so that’s what he’s going to do. I guess Ringo’s in a suit too, and tie. I just didn’t catch it at first because his tie and shirt are such a fun purple. 

John focused on Paul for the entire song of “Two of Us” and Paul very purposely avoiding eye-contact. It’s like a much less painful, but still awful, reverse version of the strawberry fields moment. 

The silly fake German. Paul’s “Ein Schwein, fille naught rhine.” Reminds me of John’s “Un. Du. Ein schwein hickle pickle” in front of “I Don’t Wanna Face It” which also used a very similar riff to “coming up”. IDK they’re just always talking. Always logging away every little eyelash flutter. Every meaningless thing means something with John and Paul. I know. I realize I’m fully certifiable. 

“Are we supposed to giggle in the solo?” “Yeah.” 

Paul’s just purposely ruined what’s probably like the five-hundredth take of Let it Be with his drunk uncle voice, and this is George. No matter how much he might want to stay annoyed at them, he never can. 

I wonder when exactly John goes from “I think that was rather grand. I’d take one home with me.” on Let it Be to, “Yeah, he was just trying to write another bridge over troubled water. Could’ve been Wings.” When exactly did the meaning (dead mom says not to fight for your relationships) sink in that made him hate the song?

I love that we end on Paul saying, “we’ll do one more.” I love that there’s never a tied-up, clean-cut ending for the Beatles. There’s always a “Her Majesty” tacked on after “The End” to leave room to continue on. 

[die-pink-maus]

A Weekend in Vienna 🇦🇹

While vacationing in Germany, Chantelle’s (OC) best friend, Adrian (also an OC), books an impromptu trip to Vienna to visit extended family. Chantelle decides to join her for the last few days of her trip, where she meets an interesting friend of Adrian’s family who offers to show the two around the city for the weekend🤭

TW: Pretty much none, not for this chapter anyway, but things will get 🌶️spicy🌶️ in the next parts. Also there is an age gap between OC and König, she is 25 and he is about 36-37.

CW: FemOCs, female pronouns used, while both characters are technically OCs please feel free to imagine them however you’d like, ultimately the main character is the reader, I just didn’t want to use “Y/N” so I gave them names 🙈

Word Count: 1,516

*DISCLAIMER*

This is my first time EVER writing any kind of fan fiction so please go easy on me 😭 if you like where things are going, likes and reblogs would be greatly appreciated! If you’d like to see anything in particular in the next part or part(s), I’d love to hear it!

This version of König is based on the above interpretation drawn by @lettaniko (I hope you don’t mind me using it! I absolutely love this drawing it’s perfect! 🫶🏼)

I like a nice build up to the smut so if you like to get right into it this is probably not going to be for you…but if you can wait I it out I promise it’ll be worth it 😂

Enjoy! 💋

7:30am. There’s approximately 30 minutes before my train departs for Vienna, and I still haven’t reached the train station yet. I scrambled as I dashed out of my hotel room, hoping I’d left the place in a somewhat decent state and I hadn’t forgotten anything valuable as got into the elevator. I’ve been exploring Munich for the past two weeks and I’ve been having the absolute time of my life. Although traveling alone can be quite scary, oddly enough, I’ve never felt more at home. Munich is such a vibrant city, filled with all kinds of exciting things to do and I’ve met so many incredible people, it’s definitely been the experience of a lifetime. To say that I am not looking forward to going back home to Vancouver would be an understatement, but all good things must come to an end. I’d spent about a year and a half learning to speak German, and promised myself that I would plan a trip in celebration of achieving fluency, so here I am! Now, Vienna wasn’t initially on my list of places to visit when I decided to come to Germany, but my best friend, Adrian, ended up booking a spur of the moment flight last week to visit extended family in Austria and suggested I come hangout with her during the last few days of my trip. Seeing as its only a 3-4hr train ride from Munich, I figured why the hell not! I’ve heard Vienna is beautiful, and Im at all not opposed to exploring another city.

Upon arrival at the train station in Vienna I was greeted by Arian, excitedly jumping up and down while holding up a large white sign that read “Willkommen in Wien, Schlampe!” I rolled my eyes and shook my head, laughing as I got off the train and ran over to her, tackling her in a tight embrace as she laughed hysterically. “Did you have to let the whole station know that I’m a bitch or…?”

“Honestly, they should’ve known the moment they saw you.” She said jokingly. “How was the ride over?” She asked.

“Amazing, I haven’t slept that well in years. It also didn’t feel like a 4 hour train ride.”

“Trains in out here are quite quick so I wouldn’t be surprised if it somehow took less time. They definitely shit on the ones we have back home.”

“Oh for sure.” I agreed as we began walking over to the car.

“So a family friend of ours just came back from a mission in the states, he’s in the military bee tee dubs —“

“Yeah kinda pieced that together when you said ‘mission’.” I chuckled.

“I don’t drive out here so he’s gonna give us a ride back to my aunts, cool?”

“Sounds good.”

“He’s also a lot more familiar with Vienna than I am, so he offered to show us around a bit later on this evening.” Aw how nice of him. Knowing Adrian, the first place she’ll want to be taken to is the nearest bar, that girl can drink! If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my time in Germany, and my 10 years of friendship with Adrian, it’s that Europeans love their liquor. There are people from all parts of Europe in Germany and that’s one thing that remains quite consistent across the board. I also love my liquor, which is probably why I ended up fitting in so well.

We finally arrived at the car and opened the trunk to begin loading all of my luggage inside. I’d brought a small carryon suitcase, a duffle bag, as well as a large suitcase that was full of clothes I’d over packed from home, and a bunch of other clothes and souvenirs I’d bought in Munich. “Okay this one’s gonna be a tad heavy.” I warned as Adrian grabbed hold of the handle on the top. I reached forward to try to help her lift, but neither of us could manage the weight. “I got it.” His voice was low, but gentle. He had an accent, but it wasn’t overwhelming or harsh, nor did it make anything he said hard to understand. I wasn’t expecting to see the person I saw when I’d finally caught a glimpse of him…I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man like this in my entire life. Adrian and I stepped back as he grabbed hold of the suitcase, lifting it with absolute ease, as if it were light as a feather. His arm muscles bulged within the confines of his olive green long sleeved shirt as he tossed the suitcase inside the trunk. My heart began to race, It felt as if I was watching him move in slow motion. “Easy peasy.” He smirked as he turned around and looked down at me, his dazzling dark blue eyes awash with amusement at Adrian and I’s prior struggle. Jesus Christ…This man is an absolute unit. He’s gotta be at least 6 foot 7, if not taller. He’s incredibly easy on the eyes in a rough and rugged kinda way — a nice low trimmed beard, medium length dark brown hair, and a smile that is captivatingly dangerous to say the least. His presence alone exudes a confidence that causes me to grow weak in the knees. “I’m König,” he smiled knowingly as he stretched his hand out towards me. I know I’m definitely not the first woman to look at him the way I am. Even though I’m trying to keep my composure, it’s very clear that he can see right through it. “And you must be Chantelle?” He asked, eyes slowly roaming about my frame from head to toe. He bites his lip slightly as they return to my gaze, suggesting so much without saying any words at all. “I — yes.” I blushed, sheepishly brushing my hair behind my ear as I shook his hand. “Nice to meet you.” He said. “Oh yeah, König Chantelle, Chantelle König.” Adrian yelled from the backseat. He laughed and shook his head as he closed the trunk.

We arrived at Adrian’s aunts house about 45 minutes later. König helped us load all of my things into the foyer before letting us know he’d be coming back in a few hours to take us out to this bar that he and a few of his buddies on his task force frequent whenever they’re home. I’ve been thinking about him ever since he left — those mysterious blue eyes, the way he slightly bites his lower lip just before laughing at something ridiculous Adrian has said, the way his arm muscles swell beneath his shirt with the slightest movement…God, he’s sexy. I could think of a million different ways I’d want him to ruin me. The thought alone of being trapped beneath his large brawny frame writhing in pleasure as he thrusts into me over and over has me clenching around nothing. Though I’m not usually one for a one time fling, I have a feeling he’d be able to convince me. “So, you wanna tell me what all of that was about?” Adrian asked as she helped me settle into the guest room. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “Since when are you a shy girl?” She giggled. Sigh. I figured she was referencing my unusual silence during the car ride over here. “He’s hot as fuck but I’ve never seen you like that before.”

“Ugh!” I groaned as I covered my face with a pillow. She’s right. I’m not very easily intimidated. I’m quite the confident woman and I ensure everyone in the room knows it, but this was different. Almost as if our energies were fighting for dominance, and mine didn’t stand a chance. “Hey if it’s any consolation, my jaw dropped the first time I saw him without his mask too.” Mask?

“Mask?” I asked.

“Yes…the last time I was here he was on base training recruits, so I’d see him often in full tactical gear. He’s a snipper, so he wears a mask to hide his face in the field. I mean, that was hot too, but in a Ghostface kinda way”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the comparison, but I was curious to see what his entire ensemble looked like. “How old is he?” I asked.

“I think he’s in his mid to late 30s? I’m honestly not too sure, and it doesn’t matter to me either way.” She winked. “I was sensing some unspoken vibes between the two of you in the car though. Don’t think I didn’t see both of you stealing glances at each other every now and then.” She smirked.

“Stop,” I scoffed. “A man like that is definitely not single, and even if he is…I don’t know” I blushed. “I didn’t see him looking at me..”

“K well I see everything, he definitely likes what he sees, and clearly the feeling is mutual on your end as well. Looks like tonight will be interesting.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen, Adrian.” I laughed as I rolled my eyes. Nothing’s gonna happen…right?

PART II 👉🏽 A Weekend In Vienna 🇦🇹: PART II

PART III 👉🏽 A Weekend In Vienna 🇦🇹: PART III

[traegorn]

Hey-o! Tis the season for people to talk about how the holidays were "actually pagan" and I'm on the hunt for sources about how that's really not the case, if you have any you'd recommend!

Okay, so the problem is there are so many weird "Christmas is stolen!" bullshit memes going around, it's so hard to just give you a comprehensive list of sources. Christmas celebrations have evolved as the religion has spread, and different things come from different times...

The key here is to go for academic sources. This is a question of history, and a well supported historical research is going to tell you whether they're operating from primary, secondary or tertiary sources.

So while I can't give you a simple list, let me give you a couple of examples off the top of my head and give you tips on how to investigate any the dumb claims that get passed around.

Christmas being in December: So a lot of people go for the "Christmas is in December so it can steal from [INSERT SOLSTICE CELBRATION]" is ahistorical... because we know exactly why Christmas is in December. Because the guys who made the decision argued with each other and left behind written documentation. The two big names you need to look up are  Clement of Alexandria (who pitched January 6th) and Hippolytus of Rome (who proposed December 25th). This is around the turn of the third century, and you can find both of their writings. Some folks have questioned the authenticity of some of Hippolytus of Rome's writings, but Clement of Alexandria's seem well supported. These were internal arguments about when the birth of Christ took place within the early church, and when they settled on late December. There are reasons for this, and you can read their arguments (it largely has to do with the importance of when Jesus was conceived -- they wanted that to be an important date and then added nine months to it). Importantly though, because linear time is a thing, this means Christmas was set in December before the Christianization of the Germanic and Norse tribes... so anyone who says Christmas was set to December to correspond with Yule doesn't understand the concept of "coincidences."

The Christmas Tree: The Christmas tree was invented in 16th century Germany. That's... that's just written down all over the place. Now, there are legends about Martin Luther being the first who did it -- but I'm pretty certain that's just an embellishment that got added on. There are preceding traditions where part of an evergreen was brought into the home as a part of solstice traditions (though some will claim the Egyptians did this? Which is wild -- likely misinterpreting their use of palm fronds as the same thing), but the act of taking a whole ass tree, cutting it down, putting it in your house, and decorating it? That's 16th century Germany all the way. You can rabbit hole so many sources on that one, but honestly just pick apart the citations on the Wikipedia page. Putting a branch in your house and dragging a whole tree in are very different acts.

Jesus's story is copied from [INSERT RANDOM GOD]: There are so many of these, and some are just downright disrespectful to major world religions (the Krishna version of the meme especially). The answer is... just see if what the meme is saying about the god is supported by the mythology. Like I've seen ones that says Dionysus was "born of a virgin." If you know anything about the Greek gods, you're probably already laughing on the floor. Horus gets dragged into this too, because Gerald Massey was trying to pull a "White Goddess but with Dudes." But any serious research on Horus will tell you the supposed parallels aren't supported by the mythology.

So sorry, this wasn't so much sources you can use as it is how to look for them to begin with. Because there's just so, so much. This isn't even covering cases of syncretism, where pre-existing cultural traditions got continued post-Christianization. Because it's almost always the case that if a pre-Christian practice endured post Christianization, it's because people decided to keep doing it -- not because the church was trying to "steal" it. The latter means there was some mustache twirling plan behind it, when the former means (usually) the church went "Well, they're paying their tithes and saying it's for Jesus, so who gives a shit?"

I'm just going to finish this off with linking to my podcast episode on this, along with Ocean Keltoi's great Yule video on the topic. Hopefully that helps.

[mrslittletall]

I beg the FF14 redditors to learn what bad writing is, because while I agree that Dawntrail could have written a bit better in some regards, they act like it is the trash of the universe which is just not true. So this is in respone about a thread about Gulool Ja and his reaction to his mother because let's face it, nobody on Reddit would actually listen to me but I have to get this out! Alright, so in the thread it was about the relationship that Zoraal Ja and Teeshal Ja had and that it is pretty fucked up. Which is true. She basically is obsessed with him while Zoraal Ja barely acknowledges her. And then she pulls a Herrah and is like "My reward I want is having a child." Or maybe she just said she wanted to get laid, we don't know the details. Anyway, in the thread they also said that they find it weird how calm Gulool Ja was about the reveal of the audio at the end and that none of the adult characters pointed out how fucked up this was. So first, please give children some credit. Gulool Ja probably is about 10 to 11 years old and therefore old enough to have agency. At least in the German version you could ask him "Do you WANT to know about your mother?" and in response he says that he prefers it to not knowing. A thing that I wholeheartedly understand because uncertainty is the worst feeling in the world. He decided, of his own free will, to go search for answers and our WoL could tell him "The answers may hurt." and he is aware of this. Then, the end... why did nobody say anything? Well, don't you think saying that with Gulool Ja in the room, who now has to digest the truth, would be kinda the fucked up thing to do?! If my WoL would have blurted that out, he probably would have getting a lesson from the twins, G'raha Tia, Krile and everyone else in the room. There are just things that you don't say at a certain time, that you just think. Anyway, Gulool Ja got the closure he needed. I think what was important to him was not the messy relationship of his parents, but that his mother really loved him. They could have easily written it as her rejecting him once Zoraal Ja recected her, but I am kinda glad they didn't go this way and she genuinely loved her child and wanted to raise him, but sadly died before she could do it.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Dean Obeidallah at The Dean's Report:

I read Timothy Snyder’s, “On Tyranny: Twenty Lessons from the Twentieth Century.” I also re-read portions the compelling book, “How Democracies Die.” Add to that I took in chunks of two books about the Gilded Age (1870’s to 1900) where the arrogance and corruption of America’s wealthy elite led to The Progressive Era backlash of laws and reforms that reined in their power. (I’ll be writing much more in the future on the types of reforms needed now to end the new “Gilded Age” we live in headed by oligarch Elon Musk and the other modern day “robber barons.”) [...]

To wake up those who may be lulled into that sense that Trump wasn’t being literal, Snyder gave a chilling example. Just three days after Hitler became Chancellor of Germany on January 30, 1933, a leading newspaper for German Jews published an editorial that sought to alleviate concerns of the Jewish population.

As you read the excerpt below keep in mind it was written before any of the anti-Jewish laws in Germany had been enacted and well before Jews in Germany had been arrested and sent to death camps: “We do not subscribe to the view that Mr. Hitler and his friends, now finally in possession of the power they have so long desired, will implement the proposals circulating in [Nazi newspapers]; they will not suddenly deprive German Jews of their constitutional rights, nor enclose them in ghettos, nor subject them to the jealous and murderous impulses of the mob. They cannot do this because a number of crucial factors hold powers in check … and they clearly do not want to go down that road. When one acts as a European power, the whole atmosphere tends towards ethical reflection upon one’s better self and away from revisiting one’s earlier oppositional posture.”

This publication was not intending to gaslight the Jews of Germany. They had heard Hitler and his allies advocate everything listed above. Yet the editors and others like them sincerely didn’t believe Hitler meant what he said and that his “better self” would restrain him. But just four months after Hitler took power in Jan. 1933, he began to implement every single policy that he had vowed to do during the prior years. It all began in April 1933 with the passage of a new civil service law that removed Jews from civil service positions, including schools, universities, and government jobs. Next came laws barring Jews from public schools and working in newspapers--all building to the “Nuremberg Race Laws” in 1935 where “Jews lost their citizenship and became subjects of the state.” [...]

Let me end any delusions you may hold deep down. Trump—like Hitler did—will attempt to enact as policy every single thing he has vowed to do during the campaign. And while Trump in his first term was dangerous, this version of Trump is even more dangerous. He is angry and bitter. Trump believes he was wronged by Democrats who sought to hold him accountable for his crimes. He and his followers even believe Democrats were behind the attempts on his life. And in his second term, Trump knowns--courtesy of the corrupt GOP Supreme Court—that he has broad immunity for “official actions.” [...] Trump has repeatedly vowed to shutdown media outlets that he views as being unfair to him—from CBS to NBC News. He will attempt to do that as well as shutdown comedy shows that mock him--as he explored doing to “Saturday Night Live” in his first term. And the list goes on from prosecuting Barack Obama, New York AG Tish James, Adam Schiff and others to mass deportations which he vowed would be “bloody.” Everything Trump promised to do, he will try.

Dean Obeidallah wrote a solid column in his Substack on why Americans should take Donald Trump’s words and actions seriously, as he seeks to implement fascist policies that erode the Constitution and civil society.

All proper-thinking folk should resist this turn towards fascism with all of our might, including blue state defiance and secession if necessary.

[minzis]

The Devil Has A New Lover

Art Credits: colin_3dart

✞❘༻An obsessive König one shot༺❘✞

✦❘༻My first time attempting to genuinely write so if it’s not the best be mindful of that! Semi graphic? A bit suggestive as well König is a bit of a perv in this so… About 5.8k words give or take.

✦❘༻The german in this is fairly rough I tried my best in researching properly for it so if there’s any mistakes in translation let me know.

✦❘༻I’ve had ‘Take Me To Church’ on repeat while writing this so take that as you will. Lowkey fulfilling my own obsession with obsessive/yandere König tbh.

✦❘༻ ─────•~✞~•───── ༺❘✦

Your finger flicker off the match, his bloodied clothes engulfed in bright flames. It seemed to have extend to your aching heart, tainting your soul a deep black. A color that used to only suit König alone. A fire that endlessly burned torching your skin on more then one occasion.

The flames dancing and crackling like a broken song similar to the one that played so beautifully every time he kissed you, every time he touched you. Lifted and held you in his arms as if he was some knight in shiny armor. How well you fit into his hands, molded into a pure perfection of his own making.

A gaze that burrowed beneath your skin like a fatal infection. One that had already picked you apart and pieced you back together more times then you’d ever know.

You knew from the beginning what type of person he was, wether it was subconsciously or not. Everyone knew how he was always a moments away from his next nervous breakdown. He was a terrifyingly beautiful force to be reckoned with on the field.

Death was this man’s best friend like a shadow that followed him even on the brightest of days.

The way he killed with his bare hands would’ve been enough to damn his soul for an eternity. A weapon in his hands only made him evolve into a worsening form of himself. He knew no amount of cleansing or repenting would save him.

Everything about him wasn’t normal, he was never normal. But by god did he make the devilish acts feel like a degraded version of heaven. His actions showed that he was some form of nasty demon but his touch was that of a saint. The voice dipped in honey, brewed in ecstasy. It was beautiful, and he made it feel beautiful. The blood on his hands that never truly washed away.

He had to be some sort of drug that constantly intoxicated you from the pretty skin he left marks on to the veins he lit on fire. He filled every sense in ways no normal man could ever hope to achieve. They could never be him, ever amount to him.

Sometimes you wondered if the feelings you had for him scared you more then the man himself. Why did the devil make evil look so enchanting? If you held him surely you’d be dragged down with him by the many sins he committed on the battlefield.

You’d feel the many ghost that haunted his thoughts, the innocent, evil, and everything in between. Maybe that’s why you enticed him so much, the ghost’s screams who sounded less prevalent when he was near you.

His life an endless cycle of what was, never a moments thought of an after or before. He was a mere animated corpse with a heartbeat. That’s why they loved him so much, his soullessness.

There was no mission too evil, even if he was damned to hell for eternity not even the devil could stop him. He was who they sent on the missions nobody dared to considered, the hushed ones hauled off in the dark. The ones that leave you awake on a cold summer night praying you’d simply forget it all but they’d forever haunt the deepest parts of your mind.

Like a chained dog thrown a bone when his existence was needed but never wanted.

He hoped on many countless night that on one of the dreadful missions a stray bullet would find its way embedded into his skin, or a simple slip up that left him bleeding out on the floor. Maybe that’s why on some missions he wouldn’t wear his bulletproof vest just to test his favor with death. He didn’t care how painful it was just that he was relived from this horrid existence people dared to call living. He was never truly living to begin not with what he’s done.

Just a dead man walking.

Karma was going to come for him it was only a question of when.

But then there was you, the new sergeant on the force who was known to have worked her ass off. And of course you were a fucking sniper, a hell of one that even the men who disliked you couldn’t mouth a word.

Something about it pissed him off, you were what he wanted to be. What he should’ve been and you were damn good at it. You were kind, too kind. How odd that you could hold such a level of optimism and humanity in a job like this.

How easily your peers flocked to you, people enjoyed your presence. A refreshing one compared to the one he brought every time he entered the room. Silence always fell over the laughter, eyes stuck to him like he was something unbearable to be around. He was respected through fear not his achievements.

Glances and words that were a coldness whenever it came to you. It was even more aggravating that despite it all, it was you that kept him up late at night.

The last thing he thought about before he went to sleep and the first he thought of when he awoke. Day in day out it was all you. No matter what he did you never left, he had to see you every damn day of the week. Nearly 24 hours a god damn day.

You were who he yelled at the loudest, punishments the made no sense compared to the fuck-up. Yet you still smiled at him, tried to laugh with him. Treated him with kindness and respect that wasn’t out of fear but admiration.

Why? What made him worth even being allowed in your vicinity.

A mission arose eventually like they always do. A two man job, one he sure as hell didn’t want to go on. Nobody’s hand raised, nor any voices raised to be his partner and everyone suggested you. How thoughtful? He was damn near seething when he had to approach and inform you of it. He practically threw the papers on your desk, “Ready in twenty Mäuschen.”

Your eyes searched over the papers in confusion before looking back up at him. You almost expected his words to be a weird sense of humor he had, but his eyes read he was far from joking. He narrowed his eyes at you like a predator stalking it prey. It was honestly quite terrifying how small he made you feel from a single glance.

You weren’t sure if you were supposed to smile or form some bullshit of a sentence that he’d rather not hear. You nodded your head shuffling the papers together, by time you had gathered your thoughts enough to look back up he was long gone. A sigh fell out your mouth as you slumped back in your chair, head resting in your palms.

It’s fine right? I mean sure he has an obvious distaste towards you but a mission is a mission. Wether he possibly hated you or not his work ethic wouldn’t allow him to let his personal feelings get in the way. If that’s what he even felt if anything at all, distaste or hatred? It’s all the same when it comes from him.

Shouldn’t you just give up? Call it quits? It’s been almost a month or two now since you’ve joined the team and he showed no signs of changing the relationship between y’all anytime soon. Let alone allowing you any type of close to him especially anything beyond a coworker type bases. It was obvious he only tolerated you cause he had to not because he wanted too.

What was supposed to be an in and out minimum contact mission ended up going completely haywire, nobody was supposed to get hurt, not on your side at the least.

Sure you’re on the field but never in immediate danger sure as hell not trying to save that monstrous of a man. A sniper, mere specter of the battle watching it unfold, finger firm on the trigger as König commanded your every move.

It was a bit of a surprise how well you flowed together. Synchronized movements with yards between y’all, moving as one. From the looks of it you’d almost have assumed you two had worked together for years but you two accomplished what would have taken some weeks of practice.

You trailed his every move through the scope becoming his eyes from the sky, the light blooming in the dark as his passion for blood seeped from him.

You weren’t sure if you should call it a passion or an obsession. Bloodlust even? He wasn’t just killing for the purpose of the mission he was doing it cause he enjoyed it. Yet for the most maddening of reasons he made it look beautiful.

Often or not people tend to forget the devil was once an angel, written out as this demonic being so atrociously evil. The devil dresses in ethereal dripping in sins so intoxicating you’d be fooled into falling for the fallen angel. He makes evil look heavenly as if there would be no price to pay for taking his hand.

Make no mistake there will always be a price to pay for dancing with the devil.

Something about it was enriching, exhilarating of an experience. To be tempted by the devil, by him. What did it make you? A craving coursed through you like a toxin as your watchful eyes admired him from afar. What you don’t know can’t hurt you right? It shouldn’t matter if you kept it to yourself. Just spectating like you always have would’ve been enough.

But like they always say careful what you wish for.

If it weren’t for the extensive training you went through you probably would’ve never seen the glint in the distance. Brief and quick you knew it all to well, the glare of a sniper. Within the brief thought process your finger pulled the trigger immediately downing the other sniper. They weren’t aiming at you though. Before you could fully understand the situation König’s voice rung out over the radio.

“Verdammter scheiß,” he cursed out through the radio, your hand immediately clicked too your own.

Your eyes searched the field where he had just been and he was nowhere to be seen. “Sir where are you, I took out the sniper but I lost sight of you?!” Your panicked voice called for him as you hurriedly gathered your gear. Leaving the sniper behind you rushing down from the spot you had been at. Slipping out the small pistol you carried along your belt.

You shoved through the trees towards where you assumed he had been. Overlooking the field from your current position it was damn near impossible to see him now with the cover of darkness. You cursed to yourself beginning to rack your brain for whatever the fuck you were gonna have to tell your team on why only one of you came back. Let alone your own personal feelings that lingered past the depths of a simple coworker relation.

It was your job to watch him the only reason you were brought along in the first place was to watch over König from the tree line assuring him cover as he infiltrated the building. “König you’re gonna have to tell me where you are or we’re both fucked,” you huffed at the radio as the dread clawing at you.

His voice cracked back over the radio, “Side building.” A hissed followed after the information as you worried over how much time there was before the loss of blood would kill him. You attempted to brush any of the thoughts out and focus on finding him first.

Sprinting through the shadows for cover, occasionally scanning the area. Your movements were quickly and fluid downing whatever men that managed to evade König’s wrath. It was fairly easy to locate the man considering the bodies he left in his wake.

“König?!?” You yelled as you darted around corners in search of him. A soft pained groaned echoed nearby in response from beside you. Your eyes immediately shot over to the sound only too find the man slumped up against a wall. A sizable pool of blood beside him a grim expression grew on your face at the sight.

The man was painted in the crimson decorating his entire uniform in it and for once it was mixed with his own. He could hardly tell the difference between what blood was and wasn’t his own.

There were no words as you rushed to his side searching for the wound on his body. It was what he was longing to feel. His body draining of its life. He was content with having died then and there but how could he when someone was so desperately calling out for him?

Someone who he had never shown an ounce of kindness too. Such a worried expression painted on her face, for a demon like him? A man who thought he didn’t deserve nor thought to ever receive such kindness, such warmth.

He grunted loudly choking harshly on his own blood, his eyes burned through his hood at the woman before him. He hadn’t spoken a word as you tended to the bullet that ripped a hole midway through his abdomen. The bleeding was a large amount staining your hands a dark red.

The thought had made him sad, his soiled blood tainting your skin. That’s not right your hands should be cleaned, cleansed of him. He feared his monstrous blood would only infect yours like a deadly disease, he was only dragging your soul from heaven.

Anytime you asked a question or spoke it was only met with a meek glance from his side. You quickly learned to read the emotions within his eyes. “Dammit you scared the shit out of me you know?” You whispered yelled your complaints making haste on stuffing the wound with the bandages you had on hand. At least so could make it back too some form of safety without worry of him bleeding out before then.

You motioned for him to stand up as you hurriedly helped him out of sight and to a near by building. It was funny to him someone of your size practically struggling to keep him up shuffling together through the building. Nether the less getting him back safely.

A loud grunt fell out your mouth as you searched for something he could lay on. You found a nearby table shoving the mess of items off it. He groaned half hazardously sitting down on the thing as you glanced around before finding a med-kit to properly treat his wound.

You had panicked eyes as you flipped through your brain for the shit you half listened to during basic medical training. Your shit memory never doing you good as parts of the information blurred out. Especially considering your new position and usually if ever directly in the middle of the combat.

You muttered multiple sorry’s after every sound he made his hand occasionally slamming at the table signifying you were more then likely doing something wrong. Your attempt was surely not the best but decent enough to keep him alive before a evacuation team could get too you.

In truth it did hurt like hell but it wasn’t something he hadn’t been through before. He probably could’ve stitched it himself but you were desperately offering your help. Soft gentle hands that were steady but a shaking voice as you made apologetic comments towards him. For once he thanked having always worn his hood cause you would’ve seen the nasty look on his face.

He was smiling, fucking smiling. He was enjoying this. You helping, tending to him.

It was a pretty damn sight to as you sat bent down looking over his abdomen. Hand pressing tenderly at his skin before pulling the needle through making up a half decent stitching job.

You’d occasionally glance up towards him sending this man into a frustrated frenzy. You shouldn’t look at him like that not this close. That worried glassed over look in your eyes. You were trusting him too much, what if he decided too just grab hold of you? He could couldn’t he, snap that pretty neck with ease. Could you be anymore naive?

That made him sick didn’t it, a freak of nature probably. He understood long before he wasn’t going to be save, the thoughts he had flooding in his head. What he was thinking of you, what he wanted to do too you. Yet here you were blessing his body with care and stitches made from nothing but pure kindness and compassion with a reassuring smile.

Maybe it was then when your fate had been decided, when he decided you were going to be his. The angel that was made just for him, just how he was made for you. You weren’t just any angel. You were his angel, his saving grace from the hellish life that threatened to drive him right off the edge.

It was almost like a light switch in his changing behavior, it’s was rapid. Too quick that it should’ve been a sign then but you were happy excited even. It’s what you had been wanting, he was finally accepting towards you.

For you it was a new friend made but for him it was a vast difference. As if his world had stopped turning only to revolve around you. The gift bestowed upon him by god, had it been some apology for casting him out? Surely it was why else where you so kind to him?

“I brought us both coffee,” you’d exclaim with a soft smile offering him the large cup that looked like a small in his hands. That means you feel the same right? It had to be the little favors you did for him and nobody else. Feeding his deranged fantasy of the love between you.

Bits of small talk you’d offer rambling about whatever crossed your mind as he hovered over you. He’d simply listen to everyone taking note of anything you’d mentioned you liked or hated that would randomly pop up on your desk or at your doorstep. A soft look in his eyes that’d narrow if another man even dared to look your way, which was more often than he could handle.

The occasion praises of adoration you’d spew as he’d showed off the knife tricks he’s taught himself over the years. Your praise alone was enough to fulfill him. Tricks that seemed to always fascinate you. He would continued to do anything you asked of him if it made you happy in any sense, all you had to do was ask. Over time he began to realize your focus never on the knife but his hands. Eyes darting around after every flip and flick. A small perk of a smile on your face, lips parted slightly as you shamelessly stared at the man.

And by gods did he use that to his advantage, you need something of a higher self? Oh but of course but his free hand will mange to find its way to your waist squeezing every so gently. He needs by? “Entschuldigung,” he’d whisper in that gentle tone as he pressed his hands at your sides moving you himself.

Eyes that went wide as you’d give a quick apologetic nod unable to form a proper response at times. A soft shudder that followed every time despite the seemingly endless amount of times you just so happened to be in his path. Your sweet voice echoing desperately in his ears on the few occasions you would apologize.

‘Oh I’m sorry.’ ‘My apologies sir.’ ‘Sorry sir.’

As if he wasn’t the one planning every action down to the bone just cause he knew it’d get a rise out of you.

‘Haven’t you been taught not to play with your food?’

For you it never applied to him, a brushed of his hands as you put your gear on insisting it would make it easier on you. He’s happy to help he’d say. Smiles, he was all smiles under that damned hood of his. It was almost impossible how far the man could smile but you could debate the sheer size of the man was simply impossible. Nearly twice your size, at the very least a foot taller. Like always you’d gracefully accept his helping bounder-less hands, only ever further indulging his desires. He was having fun with this, with you.

Seemed to understand and know everything you liked. That new song you mention unable to find it again, “Oh you mean__?” He’d tilt his head as you as you’d scoff in surprise. “Yeah actually, how’d you know?” he’d only ever follow up with a shrug walking away as you chalked it up to some funny coincidence.

It never would be though cause he already knew that about you, every core details you ever posted, wrote or tweeted about. If it was public he found it, he knew exactly who you were and it only depended his affection. Despite the man’s age he was not stupid by any means especially technologically wise, it was a terrifying level of understanding.

Stalking every corner of your socials, hell even old ones you forgot about that were assumed to be deleted. Every photo or video you’ve ever posted he had seen them all, downloaded and saved. That nice little folder for you on his personal computer named, ‘Engelchen.’ It was mostly for him to gawk at on the days it had been too long since you last posted anything new. There were a few other uses for the photos he stole found of you.

A handful on his new phone he bought just for the times he’s deployed for a long period of time unable to access his computer. He wouldn’t dare to have them on his work on, what if others seen you? He couldn’t have anybody else’s greedy eyes on what was his.

Probably why on a deranged night he broke into your apartment, that day that photo you posted and it had garnered a bit too much attention for his liking. He tired to talk himself out of it multiple times, it should’ve only been for his eyes alone. He was growing needy, possessively dangerous.

“Mien engel, warum hast du das getan?!” It drove the man mad. It was this uncontrollable craze he’d never felt before. Anger and adrenaline flooded his veins as he found himself in your living room. Shouldn’t you be a lot more careful I mean an open window? Seriously?

It was so obvious you need him to protect you, care for you and be that knight in shining armor for his angel.

His soundless footsteps treaded through the rooms, his head tilting as he knelt down in-front of your bed. Your sleeping form entangled in the sheets, a peaceful expression that was just as he imagined. He reached his gloved hands over your face brushing the stray hairs from your eyes getting a clear view. He couldn’t bring himself to feel your skin with his bear hands, he wouldn’t be able to control himself then.

He stared a few moments more before tearing through your dresser digging through the drawers finally finding what he came for. That damn outfit you wore in the god forsaken photo, simple solution. You can’t wear something you don’t have right? So he’ll just hold on to it for you! Until he knows for sure you’d only wear it with him, and him alone. A few other keepsakes as well.

It was only after that late night he spent at your apartment that it had truly worsened, out your sight of course. He knew better than that. His hands that began to kill all for your protection, or jealousy it was all the same to him. Persistent recruits who suddenly returned home on short notice only for their photos to later be plastered on their hometown news. Even friends you’ve know for years, he knew the look of a man’s lustful stare better then anyone. Cause it was the same look he followed you with.

He kept track of everyone you’ve ever mentioned making a mental note to fill himself in on any information he could find on them. Occasionally using his rank to pull background checks on someone’s presence that really ircked him. It was never hard to find information anyways. It didn’t matter what he had to do all that matters is making sure you only seen him.

König’s face was painted in a bloodied smile at the sight of the man’s fettle attempts at defiance. The blood poring from the finial cut along his throat. He preferred to do it slow. Painfully slow edging the various men to their deaths. What they dared to do? Trying to take something that was his. The first time he talked to you in front of him he tired to leave it be. What if his death upset you, Oh it upsets you?

It’ll be perfect, you slumped crying in his arms as he soothed your cries. Being there right when you needed it. Arms that you found comfort in when you rushed to his office when you made discovery of the death. Having no one else to turn too, it pains him more than anything to cause you such suffering. But it was necessary measures, to ensure you seen just how perfect he was for you. How much you needed him to care for you.

It was enough of repeating occurrences that you began questioning the nature of the sudden disappearances. All men who attempted to flirt with you. “I can talk to them and scare ‘em off for you, ja?” he suggested when you half heartedly complained about them. Surely not, could he have? It didn’t make sense to you, or was it that you didn’t want it to make sense.

The same man who took you out on heart throbbing dates, that left you with a fluttering feeling. They were perfect in every sense, exactly what you’d imagined that perfect teenage love story you missed out on as a kid. It was the first time you’ve ever been show such a level of devotion. Not the man who cluttered your gallery with the photos you had taken of or with him, he made you happy.

Someone who you were falling head over heels for, accepting that seemingly darker parts of him that didn’t bother you. Who knew they were this dark? He’d never do anything to hurt you, not on purpose at the least. He said he wanted to be with you build a life together. Brought you little gifts during works hours despite the list of rules discouraging dating ranks higher then you. It made you feel like a love sick school girl all over again, excitement that only filled you when he was around. How he’d swear to come back in one piece if a mission forced separation between y’all.

Your body was still damn near motionless as you felt your body go stiff at the images. You should’ve minded your business, why’d you have to be so damn nosey. König had just brought you back to his house for the first time after one of your dates together suggesting he could make dinner for you. You sat at the bar near his kitchen as he said he’d only be a minute. His laptop that has been left open was across from you, you tilted your head a bit in curiosity as the photo on it looked familiar. It would’ve been better if you hadn’t know.

It was of you, at first a giggle left your mouth as you began clicking through the said photos. Recent ones of you two doing various things, mostly you though. A smile was beaming on your face at the sight, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It was cute how he kept these goofy photos of you two. Your hand miss clicked as you accidentally exited out the previews of them causing your smile too immediately fade.

There was more, to many too have been all taken recently. Why was there so many? You began to feel sick as you scrolled down. “Oh my god…” you choked out as you clicked on photo after photo ones you’ve never given him. Shivers went down your spine as footsteps sounded from behind you.

It was him wasn’t it?

“I love you,” is what he had said but why were they laced with such venom, and why did it feel so unsettling. You should be overjoyed right? Someone gave a shit, how he loved and cared so deeply. Yet the words left you in a cold sweat, veins coursing with this thing he considered love.

That’s why his computer was filled with photos, painted in his love for you. “Du bist wunderschön,” your eyes darting along the screen in a slow aching feeling after each click of the next photo. Mouthing running dry as a nasty taste flooded over your tongue.

It was fear, pure unbridled fear.

Every word was dripping in terror, what were you supposed to say? It made you sick, those twisting knots in your stomach. Your hand crept over your mouth as you tried to hold back the sudden wave of nausea. This was the first time you had feared the man before you.

Sure he’s done some odd shit before but this? This was only showing the beginnings of the man’s sheer lack of sanity. “You love me too right?” He spoke with that same reassuring tone but it suddenly made your skin crawl.

Confusion flooded judgement as you tried to process what was even happening. Love? You loved him right you always have. But at the same time it feels terrifying to love a man like him. His eyes looked over you in anguish as you doubted what words you were going to say next.

Your eyes dared to say as if you didn’t and it showed in his that it wouldn’t be an answer he’d willingly accept. “I love you too,” the words simply fell out your mouth, wether it was the truth or not had long been gone. It hadn’t mattered if you did or not he would show you anyways.

His hands moved to hold your cheeks as he shushed you the tears beginning to pool in you eyes, assuring you it was fine. “It was you wasn’t it?” your voice broke as you began to understand what he had done. That it was only acts of love, why he had blood on his hands in that name of his love for you. His gaze was simply deranged in itself. He did not understand nor want to understand why this could be so wrong, why it made you sick to your stomach. How it made you consider the idea of run away from him.

Not like you’d get far anyways.

He wiped are your tears as he explained how this wasn’t anything to worry about. He even suggested deleting all photos if it made you that upset, he never meant to hurt you. “I didn’t know this would upset you my love,” his eyes wore a saddened worried expression, hushed sorry’s as he soothed your worries.

I mean maybe he’s right you know, simply being irrational it was all photos you’ve publicly posted so it wasn’t necessarily private information. Definitely not the hardest of things to find. You keep photos of your favorite idol plastered all over your bedroom walls, now isn’t that the same thing? It’s fine you love him and he loves you it shouldn’t matter if he has a few photos of you. It’s not like it’s some stranger with these photos, it’s him your lovable sweet König.

“It’s okay,” a mumbled of words you made in a stupid belief that this man wasn’t borderline criminally insane. How he didn’t mean any harm no not him, sweet König wouldn’t do that. He’d never lay a finger on you, the man practically praised the ground you walk on like some goddess offering him salvation.

What’s a few photos if it means loving him? Nothing that’ll ever compare to the drug of his love.

This shouldn’t be so appealing you shouldn’t be wanting this, craving for him. Heart and mind were claiming their own reasons as to why you should and shouldn’t. He cares for you maybe he cares too much? A few bodies isn’t anything new, you’ve killed with your own hands before. Is there really any difference between what you and him do? The reasons are just slightly different.

Similar times to when you pitied Eve for the blame she had taken as her teeth sunk into temptation of the devil. He lies decorated it all your known desires. He’s terribly good at what he does isn’t he?

Your hand reached out at the disheveling flames, hovering over. It burned and stung like the same feeling his love for you gives. Its strange, you almost thought you were crazy yourself, probably would be too anybody else. But they’d never understand the relationship you two had. Nobody ever understands what the devil chooses to take and leave.

“Mein Schazti, what are you doing out here? You’ll catch a cold,” König spoke from the doorway, you turned to face him as his hair hung with wet droplets. The scars he boar on his face or else where along his body, each a different life that was taken and fought till their last breath. You glanced back over at the clothes that had turned into mere ashes of what was.

How many times was this now? Covering for the being before you, the man that replaced your shadow. Creaked his way into your life seeping through the cracks like the devil on your shoulder. He knew everything there was to know about you. Wether it was sone sick part of you the enjoyed the affection he gave you. You were okay with it, choosing to love him in every sense. Nobody could ever love someone like you the way he can is what he said.

“Nothing my love just getting rid of some old clothes is all,” a gentle reassuring smile following your words. He looked down behind you humming at the sight. He lifted off the doorway taking a few steps towards you before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

For better or worse you were forever his, as he was yours.

[zentraex]

hello can give yandere todoroki shoto x fem reader headcanons please

Hi! Thank you so much for your request! This is my first head canon actually. I am kinda unfamiliar with this...so, I kinda mixed it with my usual writing style. I hope you are okay with this.

There is also something I am not quite sure about... I used a saying in German: "Was ich nicht weiß, macht mich nicht heiß." It's kinda this, "As long as I don't now about it, I won't get mad." I searched for a translation in English and found a solution... I guess. I hope I used the English version right.

Like usual: English Grammar is a lot different then German Grammar, sorry for any mistakes.

Yandere Shoto Todoroki Headcanon

Shoto is technically the perfect Yandere

technically...

His feelings would not bloom from one day to the next 

It would start with a fleeting glance, then a few more glances 

At first, you are simply....

Interesting

The few glances quickly become analyzing, pursuing 

Your way is just enchanting for him, he wants to see everything from you

Your beaming smile, your sparkling eyes, your different facial expressions...

oh, everything about you makes his heart beat so fast

Poor boy...

Growing up in a family that couldn't show him what love is, he doesn't know how to deal with his feelings

How is he supposed to behave?

What do you do when you're in love?

Hmm..., if you're on your own...

He would look for advice on the Internet and try to apply them

He really tries his best

Charming smile, warm eyes

Who would be able to resist such a person? 

Like the song of a siren or the scent of the Venus Flytrap, he lures you with his prince-like behavior 

And you fall in, like a sailor, like a fly

At first everything is okay, fresh in a relationship, you don't see the red flags

But...

Your friends are taking your time to much, huh?

Shouldn't you be with Shoto? With your boyfriend?

The boys talk to you way too flirty, why don't you ignore them? You belong to Shoto! 

Jealousy... what a strong emotion

What a great boyfriend, accompanies you everywhere. You don't want to? 

Well, what the eye don’t see, the heart does not grieve over, does it? 

Someone has to protect you!

There is no stalking... just being overcautious

Your smell is way too intoxicating, did you know how sweet you smell?

Can you blame Shoto for having the urge to take some things with him?

He just can't resist some lusts

Don't worry about the missing clothes, Shoto will buy you new ones

But do you want all this?

First of all, no way, his whole way is way too suffocating for you

But for Shoto you are his whole world, he can't let you go!

It happens the night after your breakup: kidnapping 

Unlike other yandere, Shoto would never hurt you or force his sexual desire on you

Never...

But that doesn't change his thirst for love

... even if he has to guilt trip you for it

[ganondoodle]

i know i said i wouldnt be ranting about totk anymore, but i realized i didnt really count the sage dungeons as story (dont ask me why) so i thought im gonna write a better summarized version of my opinion about totk (i have around 60% of the game, all lightroots, not yet all shrines (missing like .. 20 or so, know the reward), not all krogs (dont know the reward), not all mayoi (half know the reward?) )

(in no particular order)

good stuff (in my opinion)

the. MUSIC! god the music is good, it was good in botw too but now with much more different bosses it really is probably one of my fav soundtracks of all time (most fav are all three phases of the end fight, the pre-fight to that, the build up one before all of those, Frosgeira (wind tempel boss) the glorious mASTER KOGA and more tbh)

the build up and end boss fight(s) are fantastic, i dont think im ever not gonna have my heart racing when approaching it (despite now skipping almost the entire way bc i set a teleport thing right before it) just bc the build up is so well made and the music(again) is such a banger and the fight(s) itself is so fun too, tbh i keep wanting to play it just bc its so fun

i LOVE how many themes play into the music (endfight alone had so many layers, fav probably is ganondorfs classic theme and calamity ganons both in the same piece among much more, and daruks theme in the fire temple)

(edit) YOU. CAN. TOUCH. DA. DRAGONS!!!!

ganondorf

ganondorfs design (x3)

ganondorfs weapon designs

ganondorfs voice (japanese)

everyone elses voice (japanese)

all voices (german)

thE YIGA!!! i love everythign about them and am so happy they got to be more than just some mini mission

(edit) also the fact that they get zonau tech to work without any special ghost powers is so ????

(edit) koga can summon and use zonau tech unlimited?? hes so cool

NO stealth mission!! (as far as im aware)

bosses are very different from each other

main dungeons are not too short and not too long and mostly fun (mostly bc i personally didnt like the gerudo one), i love that you can still somewhat cheese them and do them your way

sages felt like they got a bit more involved

(edit) you gotta do more stuff before getting to the actual dungeons and i really like that, feels less like a fetch quest but that you are actually helping

(edit) each sage is actually there in the dungeon and is required for it, which is great!

each settlement saw a much bigger danger/change (tho that has more impact if you have played botw) and its problems felt much more real

shrines are well varied tho i think overall a little easy (only got stuck on two so far and later solved them easily bc when i first started them i was tired and exhausted, no brain left lol)

NPCs felt less flat + more bigger sidequests that felt like they had more impact

cool new monsters + designs

the underground was pretty appropiately creepy

the sages abilities are neat

you can refight bosses!!

stable points system is a neat way to encourage you using them

weapon fusing is neat

(edit) the forest of the krogs being corrupted like that is both creepy and a neat nod to oot

(edit) the vai gerudo outfit being gone!! (one) evil has been defeated

(edit) the health bar going so far off the middle in ganondorfs second phase is honestly just funny hnjdfdjk unfortunate that you only need the master sword and with a few perfect dodges his health melts like butter in the summer

(edit) the music when dragondorf transforms sounds so sad .. its probably meant as a oh no world is actually ending sad but i like to think of it as a oh god what did he do to himself sad

the scene where rauru seals ganondorf kinda fruity

(graphic, animations and the overall world is still fantastic)

bad stuff (in my opinion)

everything zonau they feel forced into every bit of the world and its history (i know them being somewhat alien is intentional but not like that) it feels crammed into places they werent before and shouldnt be and it makes it all feel very artificial

the glyphs/dragon tears/memories really ruined alot for me, while it gave you insight as to what happened, it felt like it showed you too much and too little at the same time and i think it would have worked better if it was all in text for once if even at all, so the past stil stayed a mystery and youd be left wondering

timetravel .. really wasnt necessary and felt more like an excuse to get rid of zelda + make her the poor little sacrificial girl again + and to make her turning into a dragon as tragic as possible, like nothing but a stepping stone to the big reveal tm

shiekah tech being not just fully irrelevant but practically erased, wiped off the world (i know about the literally last guardian parts in hateno, it feels more like an oversight tbh, purah technically using it ... tho i dont think she ever calls it that, the purah pad is jsut the sheikah stone but worse), there being no good explanation, no remains, nothing as to why it would suddendly stop working and why even the titans and ESPEICALLY the shrine of life would be destroyed, if anything why wouldnt you enshrine it as a memento to history it was such a focus in botw and so well integrated into the world that it being fully gone, not even old overgrown, or visibly reused to build homes etc., or remains of how they built the og shrines in the underground feels like a HUGE missed opportunity (seriously it would have been so easy to make the ancient shiekah base their tech on old zonau tech, without stealign the gocus but buildign a connection)

all of the continuity problems, totk feels like botw didnt happen and the excuse of 'they didnt want to confuse new players' doesnt make a lick of sense in my eyes bc; its supposed to be a sequel, if you want it to be a standalone game then dont call it a sequel- if you start to play a game with the sequel instead of the first part its your own damn fault if you get confused; if anything, it would have been a good opportuntiy to make people interested in botw so theyd buy and play that one too

ganondorfs character is very flat, you basically get to know nothing about him (yuno even calls that out midgame but its never elaborated upon nhgfrdfhkk)

the zonau and their kingdom of hyrule is presented as this so perfectly good thing to such a degree it turns creepy, the end cutscene with mineru going poof was kinda uncomfy to watch tbh

the reward for all shrines being essentially a reveal as to who the hero in the tapestry was and it being, of course, some weird half zonau is the lamest answer to a mystery i didnt want an anwser too, it doesnt feel like it came naturally either (again my point of the zonau being forced into everything)

the shrines (zonau) feel so much more unnatural than the shiekah shrines, alien in a bad way and not in a good way + really are like a bad reskin of them, their sudden appearance and use is so much less logical

back in botw i was doubtful of if the shiekah tech wasnt going to far too modern tech and cause it all to feel like a bad mix of modern tech and medival fantasy, but they balanced it perfectly (tho the eponator zero was very much the limit imo) but the zonau tech .... oversteps that line i think, it really does feel, more than anything else, that it was just bc they wanted the stuff to be in there bc it might be fun to play around with, im not against that kind of stuff mind you im all for fun, but it feels a little like they thought of a box with endless stuff to play with first and a zelda game second (if you get what i mean)

quite a few quests or things in the game seem like they are more and then end in a dead end (the worst of all is impa saying she wants to go research what could help zelda turn back, and i was excited and convinced that shed give me a quest to find some mcguffin that would do that after i beat ganon but there wasnt anything you could actually do; less bad one but disappointing nonetheless the dongos were mentioned and treated like this big awesome thing from alot of NPCs all around the map and then when you find them they are bascially just gem vending maschines)

the way zelda turns back and link gets his arm back is incredibly unsatisfying, none of them even have something like a scar, or mark from it all, zelda spent thousands of years as a dragon (a transformation that was said to cost your soul but i guess that wasnt true) and link had his arm bascially eaten by miasma and he gets it back like it was never lost, zelda returns all intact as if nothing happened, getting blasted by some magic tm by two ghosts that were supposed to be long gone is the solution to all problems!!

(edit) link losing an arm wouldnt just be super intersting but also lend itself well to lead up into the next game where his prothesis is the focus and source of abilities

(edit) zelda got done so dirty, instead of her actual interests and character to shine she just gets shoved into yet another crisis surrounded by strangers in a world that looks like hers but isnt, and all she does is beg the ancient sages to swear to help link and sacrifice herself again (can you call that fridging? bc she sure feels like she got fridged) i like zelda and i dont like how much i didnt care about her and tbh im angry at the game for that

(edit) both link and zelda not even slightly changing in the years btween botw and totk kinda boring, like a haircut can only do so much

(edit) sonia really is the wife that dies to make husband sad thing isnt she? i get that gan had to get his hands on an enigma stone but i feel like there had been better ways to do that, the fact that she dies that easily is almost funny honestly, why does ganondorf even have weapons when he can just one punch people to death (tho i find it funny to imagine he can literally just kill people in one punch but hes too prideful to do it most of the time so he always uses weapons to look more cool)

(edit) so many new characters that you barely get to see or interact with, i really ... couldnt get myself to care much

(edit) zonau tech being so irrelevant to the games story while its also the focus is .. weird, its really just play doh for the players and nothing else honestly

(edit) monsters mining sonanium feels strange bc ... they dont do anything with it? the best thing i can think of is that they were told to do that so link cant .. upgrade his battery thignies? but then again you could just destroy the mines and remaining constructs to stop it .... also you really dont need anything zonau tech related to beat gan?

(edit) ganondorf beign so utterly uninterested in their tech is weird considering how he dealt with shiekah tech (and we KNOW it can get corrupted) he should be a tech nerd tbh

my twitch VoD of the first time beating the game getting muted at the credits despite me talking over it

nitpicks (in my opninion)

(edit) ganondorf should have a bit more of a boar inspired design, as treat, i think

(edit) the enigma stone wandering back to ganondorfs forehead even after transforming is? weird? i guess an excuse for da epic last stabby but still? (how cool would it have been to have to plunge into his mouth and break it there or something)

(edit) the underground gets a lil old after a while, the fact that its pretty much the same everywhere aside from some .. very strange flowing magma is a lil boring

(edit) ganondorf could have gone way more crazy with abilities and all that, imagine hed spwan multiple miasma arms on himself when you get him to a certain level of health

(edit) i miss unique weapons, there arent even normal axes around anymore, everything is about fusing really, i miss the cool shiekah tech weapons

(edit) the forest of the krogs being largely irrelevant is kinda weird

(edit) mineru being the sage of spirit still is kinda meh, the robot is neat but i thought tauro or purah would be the surprise sage tbh

(edit) the bosses were a little easy (i did boldo gohma rather early and did it without even getting hit)

you cant talk to koga normally :(

you cant find koga again after the last fight :(

you cant refight him (to my knowledge) :(

i find it very strange that yuno seemingly lost daruk shield, despite him having inhereted it in botw

the sage powers are not .. very great integrated, while its fun to haven them run around and help you fight, to actually use their powers you have to chase after them, something that in the heat of a battle is very annoying to do, constantly activating the wrong on or them losing their charge up when they get knocked over is like trying to herd a wild pack of geese while a three headed dragon is shotting laserbeams at you

some widlife just disappearing all of the sudden is very strange (like the rhino in hebra)

some new houses or settlements would have been cool, that the material things at the sides of roads are really only for you to play around with and not to build anything that lasts

you cant fight ganondorf (non dragon, even the dragon is locked to that evening sky) in the sunlight, night or rain, i would have loved to fight him at various times of day

their refusal to show any kind of blood is honestly turnign serious scenes into very awkward ones, sonia just getting punched and she dies with not even like, losing some spit from the force or something, or the fact when you defeat ganondorfs second phase he acts mortally wounded but doesnt even look scratched is just :/

amiibo stuff while neat being included its really mostly just bloating your inventory, if i wanted 5 vaguely different link outfits then i would have gotten the amiibo for it

why hide the -now-totally-not-phantom-ganon-armor- behind such a long questline and then .. have that NOT be upgradable

they put in a house building thingy and then not let you have a roof or a tree or something :(

at some point stable points jsut get you more and more of those free staying over night tickets that i maybe used .. once at the very start and now its just accumulating in my inventory

only one new horse coat pattern :(

satori now only being a thingy that shows you caves is kinda boring, i loved the mystery around it in botw (additionally, that it shows you caves you have completed already kinda sucks)

the end of the shrines isnt that cool anymore, speaking to a mummified monk that gives you essentially his last remains of life energy is so much cooler than a statue of the oh so awesome god king and his wife

the many references and reuse of old names is neat but together with timetravel etc. it easily leads to confusing and fighting among fans for who is more 'right' and its just .. tiring

(edit) considering how much of the advertising was about the sky islands i wished there were more and bigger ones, the underground (that was a little one sided after a while, it all looking the same rly) could have been alot smaller if the sky was bigger instead

(edit) i wished there was more of a sense of .. lost life in the ruins you find, from all races, the ancient ruins are jsut some bridged and ceremonial stuff and i wished there were more like .. houses, like people actually lived there and it not being all around beign a platform for you

(edit) the fact that the half zonau hero exists mean either rauru and sonia had kids but those were clearly not important enough to ever show nor mention, or there were other mixing of them before they all mysteriously died out the fact that the ancient hero was half zonau means their genes survided till then but somehow it never came up? the tapestry still exists and impa and purah say like its a well known fact that the hero looked like that (not at all close to any modern species) when you talk to them while wearing it (the fact that the hero armor thingy is very reminiscemt of ganondorf is like some backtreading bc we were theorizing about the hero having been ganondorf once and they wanted to stop that .. but the more funny thing is the HC of its a descdendet of rauru and ganondorf nhjdfknhdgkfnhkfd) (edit to add to the HC; the game being a big battle about child support is funnier than it should be idk if nintendo knew what they were doing adding details like that)

all in all it just feels like missed opportunities, lost potential, and more a game build around some game mechanics they really wanted to get into than telling a neat story, espeically so bc they called it a sequel, most of my complaints wouldnt be there if it was some alternate thing instead

i probably forgot stuff but if i think of more i will add them later with a little note that it was added in an edit (sidenote, i find it funny how much more nuance that whole conflict would get if rauru and ganondorf were bitter exes bfdrjfbdfndk)

[tessasilverswan]

hello tessa!! how are you doing??

any mary hatford hcs you’d like to share? :)

-@you-know-i-get-itt

Hi Gia!! I'm a bit stressed about not finishing all my material for finals but thinking about Mary is a very welcome study break. I am SO glad you asked because I have many Thoughts™ about her. How are you?

Fair warning: after writing all this I realized it's not the headcanons you asked for but rather the fic idea I had, so I'm sorry about that. The hcs are sort of embedded into it? Also, I had a brief outline for it in a doc but I started explaining it and got more ideas and it got quite long, so I only did a third of the thing. There's more dancing around in my head; I could write it out if you wanted me to?

Note: the links lead to either my Mary posts or other people's with hcs because I'm too anxious to tag them. If one of those is yours and you're seeing this, thank you again for sharing it! : )

To begin with, I know a lot of people don't like associating Taylor Swift with aftg, and I generally agree that her songs are too light-hearted for this series. But. Do you know The Bolter? It's literally the basis for all this, so here:

(I can't see if this is the explicit or clean version, but know that the one in my head says whore and not bore; you'll see why)

as she was leaving, it felt like breathing (pt 1?)

"a curious child, ever reviled [...] with a quite bewitching face"

Well, Mary Hatford was a pretty normal child for an old mafia family. She wasn't the heiress of the empire, she was younger than Stuart by about 10 years. Her mother had him at around 20, and her at 31. As was the norm for rich families, the parents were little involved in the rearing of the children, and the task fell to a nanny; they really only interacted with them at dinner. So Mary had a very thorough education, befitting an aristocrat or rich businessman's daughter, and those were her peers. She was made to learn languages: French, Spanish, German, Russian, in preparation for whatever family she'd marry into; and numbers: statistics, accounting, calculus, profits vs losses. All of these she would eventually teach her son.

I can picture her very clearly at 7 or 8, climbing trees to hide during games of tag played on the grounds of Hatford Manor, getting twigs in her hair and tearing her clothes, but not being found. Seeing if she could go higher. Coming down when the sun started setting to the nanny scolding her for hiding, for getting so dirty. Mary with her hair in a crown braid, now more undone than braided, with scratches and pieces of bark sticking to her knees. Smiling innocently at the nanny, still going off, and saying in the sweetest, most plaintive voice that the other kids ganged up on her and forced her to hide. The nanny immediately taking pity on her, taking her hand and leading her back to the house, running a bath for her. Mary stopping smiling as soon as she turned around.

Another time she fell into the pond while skipping on the wet stones on the surface. She almost cracked her head on one, but luckily she didn't and only scraped her forearm. It was a shallow cut, but bled profusely, and it was her first scar.

The other kids were a bit scared of her, she would always outrun them, sprout phrases in languages they didn't speak, talk about complex, for their age, calculations. She would cartwheel around and do the backspring handstand, tumble on the grass. She was a wild thing, often with grass stains on her clothes, and she was cunning from a very young age, able to wrap the adults around her little fingers with wide eyes and her disarming smile.

Stuart was quite amused by her; they weren't super close but still somewhat. He spent more time with her than their parents ever did. He would be the only one sorry to see her go to the US.

She had a pet rabbit with a very stereotypically British name like Mr Rupert or something. She was scared of small dogs because one bit her once when she was carrying the rabbit in her arms. She liked fruit but not grapes.

"started with a kiss"

This is basically the last Mary post I made. Mary had a close friend who understood her situation, who Mary could and did confide in about the pressure of appearing in high society as the daughter of a rich and old family, forming alliances with the wives and daughters of businessmen over tea and pastries with her mother, and a few hours later witnessing the business her father really traded in. The girl's family wasn't exactly mafia, but they kept some shady deals so she understood. She doesn't have a name in my head yet but I'm toying with Josephine and Emilia. (suggestions are welcome)

The girl's family moved into another mansion quite close to Hartford Manor, and to make good connections with their neighbors, both families introduced their daughters, who were of a similar age.

Anyways, they were very close friends, each other's only, really. They spent the soirées they attended together side by side, usually telling each other stories they overheard from their respective house employees. The other girl braided flowers into Mary's crown braid and Mary would put one behind her ear. From age 8-9 onwards they were pretty much inseparable when not required to play perfect daughters. They kissed each other on the cheek, but rarely in public since it was required that they not show strong friendly affection in high society. They were told off when they would run hand in hand shrieking excitedly, so they just sort of learned to maintain more distant façades before they reached the age of 10. Everything about them had to be perfectly calm and collected, proper for girls soon to be of interest for marriage prospects.

I don't know how it happened, I just know that it did: they kissed on the lips at 13, in summer in the Hatford Manor rose gardens, before either of their mothers had the chance to start talking to them about the importance of arranging marriage for combining assets, of finding eligible young men that would enrich their fathers' domains. And they slipped into it in the most natural way possible. They already told each other everything, spent as much time together as possible, and kissing just felt right, like the continuation of their closeness. Of course, a couple years later things turned less innocent, and they realized that what they were doing was perceived as taboo, immoral. They were supposed to marry boys and start a family to enrich their husbands' and their family names, not continue living in neighboring grounds, seeing each other every day like they had until that point. And then the countdown started; they met in secret, to kiss, to venture further than kissing, behind greenery or in small tearooms.

Mary's father caught them just shy of her turning 18, snuck away in an empty room when they went for lunch to the girl's family home. It was compromising enough. He'd had suspicions for a while, and he was furious; he dragged Mary away by the hair, yelling at the girl that she was a whore, and a deviant, and whatever other homophobic choice words you can imagine. He forbade Mary from ever being in the same room as her friend again. Shouted at her too. Shouted at the girl's father, threatening to expose that their family was all kinds of perturbed etcetera. Gathered his wife and his children and his coat and slammed the door on his way out.

He immediately started searching for eligible young (mafia empire) heirs to marry her off to. Mary Hatford never saw that girl again.

[lorynna]

German hip hop/rap artist "Ikkimel" (real name: Melina) , aged around the beginning of her 20s, is polarising all around social media due to her explicit songtexts, containing descriptions surrounding the usage of different drugs, while also trivializing them at the same time, like concaine, weed, alcohol and others, talking about kinky sex while sexualising herself at her own free will and intention and overall breaking many social taboos within the grounds of her music. (I will include translated english texts at the end for your reference).

Liberal feminists have called her sex-positive, a confident & cheeky, feministic icon, a bad bitch and a breath of fresh air as a woman in a male dominated field such as rap. She has been criticised before and called too "obscene" and it's also been said that she is publicly degrading herself, both of which I personally agree with. My personal belief is that Ikkimel, who is apparently branding herself as a feminist, is very purposefully surrounding herself with controversy because it gets her a lot of attention & clout, which seems to be her goal above anything else.

It is worth mentioning that she has studied german linguistics during her time at university, which is also often used to defend her music saying that everything "has a deeper meaning" and needs to be "properly analysed in order to be completely understood". Due to her being a woman criticizing her often results in her fans telling you that "you are only criticizing her because she is a woman in an otherwise male dominated field, why don't you come for the male artists first? they rap just about the same things she does!"

Her texts are distasteful and her "music" causes pain for both of my ears. What she writes about could not have anything less to do with feminism or female empowerment for that matter.

I will just now translate the arguments of a female fan which I have spoken about this topic today, asking her what makes Ikkimel's texts feminist in her own opinion:

(Her response to my asking why her texts are feminist:)

"She does just the same as male rappers, only that she sexualizes herself, instead of letting others sexualize her. She studied linguistics and you can interpret a lot into her songtexts."

(Her response to me saying that simply because you sexualize yourself before a man can does not make something feminist, asking her if she sees that differently.:)

"She stands for feminism, that's just her concept but differently interpreted."

"There's more behind her texts but I don't know the lyrics by heart so if you really want to understand, please google, they can really be interpreted greatly."

"She really stands for feminism, she even said so herself."

"You don't have to like her texts, each to their own, but a few professors analysed it and liked it, so you can see the value behind her words if you only tried."

Including some text cut-out, full English translated versions in the links below:

PLEASE TELL ME - CAN YOU SEE SHE STUDIED LINGUISTICS? IS SHE A SECRET GENIUS AND I AM ONLY OVERSEEING IT BY BEING SO BLIND, NOT RECOGNIZING THAT WHAT SHE RAPS ABOUT IS ACTUALLY HYPER FEMINIST, DID I MISS IT ALL THE TIME????

WHEN CAN LIBERAL FEMINISTS FINALLY STOP CALLING SHITTY SONGS THAT MAKE EVERYONE'S EARS BLEED A GENIUS, FEMINIST MASTERPIECE THAT WASN'T ANALYSED LONG ENOUGH?

Sometimes the most obvious thing really is the answer and it doesn't nees more digging. The truth is right here.

Title: Deutschland (Germany)

Ski Aggu feat. Ikkimel

[Verse 2: Ikkimel]

Aggu sprinkled a line of coke on my ass (Mm-mm)

Thanks, Aggu, that really pleased me

Unfortunately, the little line did hurt a bit (Ouch, ouch)

Then I had to comfort him 'cause his eye was watering

That made him horny and he took off his mask (Uh, uh)

With me, there's no contraception, they always pull it out (Mmm)

And if he's nice, he can smack my ass

I like blue bruises, except on the voting map

ASZENDENT BITCH

by Ikkimel

Part 1

Pretty and arrogant and never traveling alone

I'm like a Subway sandwich, I'm always fresh (Ah, ah )

By default I do Pussy Terror – is that Ikkimel?

I come to the club with pussies and a hot ride

Pre-Hook

Face like an angel, mom doesn't get any grandchildren

Long nails, long legs, long hair , short skirts

Hook

Fotzenstyle is always hot

Now the club is getting fucked up

Thanks Admiral, the bass fucks extremely anally

My star sign is Cunt and my ascendant bitch

Thanks Admiral, the bass fucks extremely anally

Part 2

I always have fun at the gynecologist

And with Satan, the bastard

You say , I should go to a women's prison

My friend, then you'll have to pay attention now

I don't have a conscience, but I have great tits

If I say: "I'll find you funny", I don't mean because of your jokes

KETA UND KRAWALL

by Ikkimel

Keta and riot, my nose is sore

tits are bulging and my ass is round

the best horse in the stable and I'm making a fool of myself

we're like Captain Morgan 'cause we make out (Uh, uh)

Part 1: Ikkimel

I'm in Friedrichshain and I'm drinking a beer

Pussy power in the jogger, Ikkimel the vacuum cleaner

Next stop: ladies' toilet, fat guy, what are you staring at so?

I'll lay it out too long, I'll stand for it with my name

As it echoes into the forest, it echoes out again (Wouh)

I may be conceited, but see good looking

I'm the complete package, simply a dream woman

Talk to me once and I'll make you my Wauwau (Ah, ah)