#wie immer only if you want

[konigsblog]

Hi orla i lovee your workk <33

May i req a scenario where enemy side!könig fucks reader under the threat that he'll kill her team otherwise?? :3

LITTLE MOUSE, DON'T RUN.

könig x afab!f!reader

synopsis: your enemy finally gets his way with you, after months of dreaming of your torture.

tw: NON-CON, DUB-CON, threats, manipulation & coercion, kidnapping. dead dove: do not eat. photo credit: @ave661

translation: “davon habe ich geträumt, meine kleine maus. um deinen hübschen körper zu vergewaltigen... ich sehe dich immer, wie du über das feld rennst. scheiße, ich wollte dich nur in deine schranken weisen.” = (i've been dreaming of this, my little mouse. to rape your pretty body... i always see you, running across the field. fuck, i just want to put you in your place.)

you really didn't wanna be the reason your entire team would be murdered, slaughtered by the enemies. you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth, your eyes wavering with tears filling your waterline, body trembling as he waits, sharpening his knife with a hungry gaze. he had kidnapped you after finding you laying against a tree, your thigh aching from being shot. you were positive he was going to kill you, then and there, but könig had other ideas.

he brought you into a basement, with the threat being if you didn't follow along with his orders and demands, he'd kill you, before killing your teammates as well. you began to drop your clothing, falling around your feet on the ground. you whimpered when he took a step forward, his silver eyes revealing malice and delirium.

“that’s right, follow along now... bend over for me, over the table.”

you bend over the table, your cheek pressed against the wood, the sound of him unfastening his belt causing you to shake and weep quietly, sniffling from fear. parting your thighs, the feeling of his hard, bulbous cock running over your folds causes your body to react instinctively, betraying you. a tear rolls down your cheek at the wetness, feel almost... ashamed for your body enjoying this torture.

“are you sure you don’t want this? or are you just secretly a filthy girl, my dear? you’d like to me rape this cunt for hours on end, ja? wouldn’t you?” he chuckles, a hoarse growl emitting from deep in his chest as he begins to prod at your hole, pushing inside gently.

your walls pulse and throb, clenching around the tip of his hard cock as he eases further inside. he leans down, his brute chest pressed firmly against your body, using his weight to pin you down, while cupping his gloved hand over your mouth to muffle your screams and cries.

“take it, take me deep, little mouse...” he whispers quietly, his voice guttural as he groans lowly, pushing nearly fully inside while your thighs shake and tremble, body aching underneath his bodyweight.

you want no more, but your body craves and longs for his rough touch, making you feel idiotic for sobbing so pathetically. under his gaze, you're weak and defenceless — i mean, you can't even squirm due to his heavy weight! fighting him off would only worsen the effects and his brutality; his cruelty. german curse words flow from his mouth as his broad hips meet your ass, your eyes watering and glistening, your pussy swallowing and forced open, to take each inch of the large, threatening man's cock.

“don’t cry, there is no need to act like you don’t want this.”

könig taunts you as he tightens his grip on your jaw, muffling your loud cries and choked moans, eyes wide with fear and pain, pleasure causing you gut to swirl, for your core to tighten and your stomach to churn.

your body aches, the pressure against your now weakened body has you breathless, your breathing restricted from each hard thrust. your cheeks become glossy with your tears, lips quivering from the ache, and your pussy getting slicker the more he fucks you. you're forced to listen to his pleasured, laboured breathing, your tight cunt feeling like heaven for him whilst his big cock, forced deep inside you, feels like torture. your eyelids become heavy with exhaustion, no longer fighting it, your hand weakly gripping his wrist. the impact and force of his broad hips against your ass has you shaking, pussy swelling up fron this abuse, while his balls press themselves against your tight ass.

“davon habe ich geträumt, meine kleine maus. um deinen hübschen Körper zu vergewaltigen... ich sehe dich immer, wie du über das feld rennst. scheiße, ich wollte dich nur in deine schranken weisen..”

he begins to pound into your ass, fucking you with a purpose as he unleashes all his built up rage onto you, your breathing getting caught in your throat as he slams into you on repeat, making sure to hear your every scream for mercy and forgiveness.

you're bleeding, crimson coating your thighs, rolling down in pearly beads. your body aches, sore and tired, and the repetitive force against your body causes you to wail out with frustration, tears streaming your cheeks, sobbing from all the pain. the feeling of his tip against your cervix has you shaking, feeling so full with his large, veiny size stuffed deep inside your hole. you can sense he's getting closer, to releasing, and all you hope for is that he won't cum inside you, that he'll pull out. könig's thrusts become sloppy, inching even deeper inside you, your eyes closed despite the rough and intense sensation of his tip smacking against your gummy insides.

könig's places both his hands on your waist and hips, pushing fully inside, cumming deep inside your swollen folds, one last cry leaving your lips. your voice becomes strained and sore from all the screaming and sobbing, the ache between your thighs only intensifying when he eases out, growling out at the sight of your bruised cunt.

you hope that he'll let you go, force you outside on two wobbly legs, to fend for yourself. but instead, you're chained to the wall, his obsession with hurting you only growing, your body bare, bruised and covered in dried cum and blood, to be used as his sex slave for what will feel like an eternity.

[kamotecue]

always lucky to have you ➹ l. oberdorf

pairing: lena oberdorf x reader

summary: you were supposed to have lunch with your girlfriend, but you had an emergency case—so, she decides to visit.

you sighed as you entered your private office, being the head prosecutor of the law firm was challenging especially with your young age.

you were quite knowledgeable, graduated from yale university when you were just 18. law school was quite a struggle, you were younger than your peers which made it quite easier for them to have you run their errands.

but you had graduated at the top of your batch, finishing as summa cum laude, the highest honor. rather than being a prosecutor in the states as you had dreamed of, you returned to germany—your home country.

you were feeling a bit home sick, being in a new environment can give you that feeling. but it was one of the best decisions that you had ever made.

because—that’s where you met lena, the one who holds your heart so dearly. you remember the first encounter, your childhood bestfriend klara had begged you to watch a football game.

bayern against wolfsburg, when the game had come to an end—you were simply waiting in the crowd. klara wanted to get signatures from the players, and that’s how you caught her eye.

you hummed a small tune, the drumming of your fingers were heard along with it. you had missed the lunch date that you had planned, it wasn’t your fault as there was an emergency case that you had to take on.

“geschäftig, wie immer liebe. [busy, as always love.]” you heard your lover’s voice as you turned to the door, only to see her looking at you with a soft smile.

she held certain things, as you stood up to help her—but she shrugged placing it on your table that didn’t have documents all over.

“lch verstehe, dass sie beschäftigt sind, also habe ich beschlossen, lhnen das mittagessen mitzubringen. [i understand that you’re busy, so i decided to bring you lunch.]” you had hummed as you gave her a soft smile, despite her busy schedule she still made time for you. you had always done the same, however this case was extremely important.

lena had properly looked at your attire, you were clad in the prosecutor gown, the black coat had matched it—but you wore a white tie. but her eyes were on the two rings that you wore, it was hers.

“gib es zu, liebe. [admit it, love.]” you heard lena teased, as you had opened the lunch box that she had prepared for you.

“was gibt es da zuzugeben, baby? [what’s there to admit, baby?]” you slightly teased, as lena felt a bit flustered—she always loved it when you called her that.

“du liebst die ringe, die ich trage. [you love the rings i wear.]” lena hummed as you softly nodded.

“that i do, now will you take a seat and join me love?” you chuckled as she took the seat in front of you, the whole lunch break—you both had talked about your careers.

lena had occasionally fed you as you did the same thing. despite her being the older one in the relationship, as you were just a month younger than her—she would always love it when you’d take care of her.

a perfectly paired match, as klara would say. when one goes, the other one follows. you both had a habit of being one step behind another.

[disgustingtwitches]

"Her legs ran all the way up to heaven and past Avalon"

More König x tall+curvy!reader ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ Lovely young thing like you, it's so hard for an older guy like König to not feel a little insecure when he sees you talking to other men, even if they are his friends.

MDNI

Also poorly translated German because it's fun and I enjoy making a fool out of myself

"I like these."

König walks up behind you while you fix your earring in the mirror. You shift your eyes to see that he's holding the tallest pair of heels you own. Probably wants to show off the tall, pretty stallion he got for himself. You slip them on and head to the party.

It was a very relaxed get together held in someone's apartment, soft music with the hum of different conversations fills the space. He introduces you to his friends, shaking their calloused hands. There's pleasant chit chat while König walks off to grab you a glass of wine. The obvious question of your height comes up, there's a whistle and joke about König wanting to make his own Olympic basketball team when you answer. You laugh, chest jiggling slightly in your low cut dress. Without you noticing, the blonde one (what was his name? Krueger?) steals a quick look at your cleavage, couldn't help himself. König comes back, strong hand placed on the small of your back while handing you a glass. You swear there was a tense moment between him and his friend but you ignore it, continuing your conversation about the potential giants you might raise with König to the rest of the group. The drive home is quiet,

"Is something wrong?"

You look at him, his knuckles white gripping the steering wheel.

"Nein, mein Engle."

He reaches over and squeezes your thigh, keeping a firm grasp there until you get home. He doesn't even let you put down your purse before he makes you put your hands on the wall, using his foot to slide yours over to open your legs. You hear him quickly undo his slacks,

"Bist du mein Schatz?"

He asks, hiking up your dress to around your waist, rubbing himself between your cheeks.

"Of course I'm yours."

You're confused because he only uses German around you when he's upset. Slams into you, not giving you any time to adjust to him. You yelp his name chidingly. He doesn't pay attention to your pleads to slow down, just pounds orgasm after orgasm out of you.

"Du willst, Dass ich so Weiterfahre? Wünschst Du Dich so Sehr, Dass ich Dich ins Wahnsinn treibe?"

You barely register the words he tells you, he didn't teach you half of the things he just said.

"Yes, keep going plea-"

He bites your neck hard enough to make you gasp, sucking hard enough to leave red marks that will definitely bruise later on. His fingers knead into your breasts, the same ones his friend were ogling. No one gets to see you like this, only him. He's at this for hours, sweat dripping off both your face and bodies.

"No more, please König."

You're beyond the point of exhaustion, every inch of your body is covered in marks.

"Ich benutze dich, wie ich will, mein Schatz. Du gehörst mir."

His words send a chill up your spine, this isn't ending anytime soon. He's had you in every position one could think of, staring at your body like he's engraving every curve into his mind. He leans down to painfully leave more hickeys on your chest, ignoring your whimpers. Just when you think he's done, he sits you right on him, guiding your hips up and down. You can't think straight, actually you haven't formed a single thought in hours. His pretty blue eyes roll back so much, you're afraid they'll stay like that.

"Ich will dich ganz und gar, für immer, dich und mich."

Makes you say it back, because of course you belong to each other, don't you? Fit together just like puzzle pieces. He enjoys this position because you're tall enough to have your chest infront of his face. He doesn't even suck on your nipples, literally just sloppily makes out with them. He pushes your breasts together so he can fit both nipples in his mouth.

You're struggling to hold yourself up while he bucks his hips into you. Your arms give out, face first into the mattress and he's still as relentless as ever. It's hot, it's sweaty, tests his endurance that he's been conditioning for years. He's been quiet, too quiet. You look and he has a face of pure ecstasy, drooling. You think you have an out, finally a chance to give your poor pussy a break. You take deep breaths and slam your hips up and down, drawing out grunts from him with each stroke.

"Gott im himmel-"

His voice cracks. It hurts, but you have to end this. Now. You go faster and he wraps his arms around your waist, giving you an anchor to leverage yourself so you can rock back and forth harder and faster. You clamp down on him and he groans, your name crashing out his mouth. He pumps into you, hot thick ropes spurting into you over and over. You try to lift yourself off of him but he grabs your ass and holds you there.

"Mein Engle...Mein Eigentum...Ich will dich, alles für mich."

You groan, you're all his, his territory to keep all to himself. He flips over, putting all his weight onto you, pinning you in place with his dick still inside. He falls asleep like this. His angel. His property. You and him, forever.

[orphicdreamers-wp]

Still Falling For You — Nico Hischier

Summary: Nico finds out your learning how to make his favorite Swiss foods and it adds another reason to why he’s still falling for you

Content Warnings; Subtle angst at first, med student reader, poorly translated German (blame google translate)

Pairing; Nico Hischier x Fem Reader

A deep sigh left your lips, “I understand that you miss Switzerland but I can’t just drop everything and run to Switzerland for a month Nico!” Nico scoffed as he slammed his dresser drawer shut, “I can’t do this anymore. I’m gonna go stay with Jack for a while. I’m sorry.” You let out a defeated sigh, “Ich lebe dich, fahre vorsichtig. Schreib mir eine SMS, wenn du dort ankommst?” Nico hummed, “Wie auch immer, ich gehe jetzt.” You watched in silence as your fiancé left your shared apartment without so much as a kiss goodbye. That was over two weeks ago.

You’d gone to all of Nico’s games in the meantime and crammed for your MCATS all while taking cooking classes in the meantime. You were taking something out of the oven when the door opened, “Y/N?” Jack’s voice pulled you from the kitchen, “Kitchen!” Jack walked into the kitchen to find you in a hot pink apron adorning bright yellow oven mitts and a orange chef’s hat. Jack burst out laughing, “What the hell are you wearing dude?” You glared at him as you set the pan of Rösti on the stove, “Can it squeaks. Is Nico coming home anytime soon?” Jack shrugged, “Dude I have no clue. Get him off my couch, Maisie won’t even sleep in the same bed as me while he’s on our couch.”

You sighed, “I’m trying Hughes. Have I ever screamed chef to you?” Jack paused for a minute to think, “Not particularly, speaking of what is this stuff?” You sighed as you put the pan of cake batter in the oven for the Zuger Kirschtorte. You turned to Jack, “I called his mom, I had to bribe her with my peanut butter fudge the next five times she visits to spill his favorite Swiss meals. He keeps talking about how much he misses Switzerland. I can’t go to Switzerland with my MCATS coming up, that’s why we’re fighting. So I wanted to make it up to him. I need you to get him here tonight at 6. Please Hughie?” Jack smiled at your romantic spiel, “I can try my hardest Y/N. This is really cute by the way.” You smiled, “Thanks Jack. Now go I still have to finish making the food and shower and look cute for my guy.” Jack grinned as he excused himself and left the apartment.

You checked the cake and it wasn’t anywhere near done so you placed the bottle of Oeil-de-Perdrix, Nico’s favorite Swiss wine according to his mom, in the freezer to chill while you hurried into the bathroom and turned the shower on and quickly showered before changing into a simple pair of jeans and one of Nico’s favorite shirts of yours. You made it back to the kitchen and got the cake out and iced it and it was only 5 now. You smiled to yourself as you moved all the food out of the kitchen and onto the table. You tied the apron back around you as you started the rinsing dishes and put them in the dish washer. You took the wine out of the freezer and placed it in the fridge to stay cold.

By the time you finished it was still 5:15, you brought the food back into the kitchen and cleared a space in the living room, overlooking the beautiful city view that drew you into the apartment to begin with. You moved the table out onto the balcony and placed a tablecloth on the table to give it a restaurant quality look. You began to plate up food for both you and Nico. Once you were done with that you found an old record that neither you nor Nico had played since you got engaged over a year ago. You dusted it off and put it on the record player and allowed it to start as you found the perfect dimness of the lights.

You had 15 minutes to spare so you used that small window of time to style your hair into a cute simple half up half down hairstyle you wore on you and Nico’s first date. You put on a small amount of makeup, majority being your winged eyeliner and the lip liner and lipgloss on your lips. You felt awkward not having shoes on so you slipped on a pair of sandals and poured you both a glass of wine as you waited for Nico to come through the door.

You pick up yo ur phone read the time, 6:17. For a brief moment you believe he isn’t coming and you feel your heart drop. Maybe Jack had forgotten to tell him, maybe Nico just decided he wasn’t coming, maybe he’d decided he was done and didn’t have the heart to tell you. Until your phone buzzed with a text.

J. Hughes: He took more convincing than expected. Told him he need to get a clean suit for tomorrow’s game. He’s on his way up now.

You smiled as you heard the door open. Nico froze in the doorway of his home. Granted he hadn’t been home in a few weeks but he was almost certain that his kitchen table was missing. And his house smelled like Mahogany and Teakwood, his favorite candle. That he happened to know that his fiancée hated the smell of. Love Me Like There’s No Tomorrow by Freddie Mercury faintly played through the apartment as he walked further inside, “Honey?” He hadn’t spotted you on the couch where you usually sat and studied around this time of night. The dimness of the home coupled with the silence hanging heavy in the air worried Nico slightly.

You had heard his footsteps just inside the balcony. He opened the curtain and spoke softly, “Hi pretty lady. What are you doing out here all alone?” You smiled up at him, “I’m not alone anymore. Sit before the food gets any more cold.” Nico looked at the food on the table, “Where did you learn to cook these?” You smiled at your fiancé, “The internet is a helpful place sometimes.” Nico sat down as he looked at the foods he’d loved most during his childhood in front of him and the woman he loves most in the world having made them, “Danke meine liebe.”

You smiled at him, “Es war mir ein Vergnügen, Hübscher.” Nico spoke almost sadly, “I’m sorry for how I acted angel. I really appreciate this.” You smiled, “What can I say, I love doing things for my people.” Nico smiled, “I know. It’s one of the things I find myself still falling for you because of.”

[mamajanes-blog]

I want to bring awareness to this scam that's becoming more and more common. The Mommy Scam is when someone reaches out to you on your fetish social media offering to be your Mommy for money. I've seen this scam happen the most here on Tumblr, but it can easily happen anywhere.

These scammers target what we want the most: someone who actually cares for us and someone who'll take care of us, change our diapers, and everything in between. They'll typically have usernames with the word Mommy. If someone messages you with the word Mommy in it and asks if you want a Mommy, block them and don't waste your time with them. They are only here to leech off our desires and to take as much money from us as possible.

Ich möchte auf diesen Betrug aufmerksam machen, der immer häufiger vorkommt. Beim Mommy Scam wendet sich jemand über Ihr Fetisch-Social-Media-Profil an Sie und bietet an, gegen Geld Ihre Mommy zu sein. Am häufigsten habe ich diesen Betrug hier auf Tumblr gesehen, aber er kann überall passieren.

Diese Betrüger haben es auf das abgesehen, was wir am meisten wollen: jemanden, der sich wirklich um uns kümmert und der sich um uns kümmert, unsere Windeln wechselt und alles dazwischen. Normalerweise haben sie Benutzernamen, die das Wort Mommy enthalten. Wenn Ihnen jemand eine Nachricht mit dem Wort Mommy schickt und fragt, ob Sie eine Mommy möchten, blockieren Sie ihn und verschwenden Sie nicht Ihre Zeit mit ihm. Er ist nur hier, um unsere Wünsche auszunutzen und uns so viel Geld wie möglich abzunehmen.

[sonicskullsalt]

I love their videos

This is indeed a great selection of German sayings

find their meanings under the cut

Touch me on the feet. (Fass mich an die Füße.) - a less graphic way of saying Kiss my ass

Life is not a pony courtyard. (Das Leben ist kein Ponyhof. [I would have said Life is not a pony farm]) - You don't always get what you want. Life isn't perfect.

You're going on my cookie. (Du gehst mir auf den Keks.) - You're annoying.

That is me sausage. (Das ist mir Wurst.) - I don't care.

Now, don't be such an offended liver sausage. (Jetzt sei nicht so eine beleidigte Leberwurst.) - Now, don't be such a sorehead. Don't get butthurt.

Now it goes about the sausage. (Jetzt geht's um die Wurst.) - This is the decisive moment.

Anyway, long talk, short sense. (Wie auch immer, lange Rede, kurzer Sinn.) - tldr; to put it briefly

Lies have short legs. (Lügen haben kurze Beine) - Lies don't pay off. Lies aren't worthwhile.

You're a lucky mushroom. (Du bist ein Glückspilz.) - You're a lucky fellow.

I think my pig is whistling. (Ich glaube mein Schwein pfeift.) - You can't be serious. On no account.

Latch closed, monkey dead. (Klappe zu, Affe tot.) - End of story. The matter is closed.

I have muscle cat. (Ich hab Muskelkater.) - My muscles are sore.

I only understand train station. (Ich verstehe nur Bahnhof.) - I don't get it. I don't understand.

Everything has an end, but the sausage has two. (Alles hat eine Ende, nur die Wurst hat zwei.) - Everything must end at some point. Nothing lasts forever.

Brake your neck and legs. (Hals- und Beinbruch.) - Brake a leg. Good luck. Just like in English, this is a traditional way of saying good luck in the theatre.

[mamajanetmamajanet-9]

I want to bring awareness to this scam that's becoming more and more common. The Mommy Scam is when someone reaches out to you on your fetish social media offering to be your Mommy for money. I've seen this scam happen the most here on Tumblr, but it can easily happen anywhere.

These scammers target what we want the most: someone who actually cares for us and someone who'll take care of us, change our diapers, and everything in between. They'll typically have usernames with the word Mommy. If someone messages you with the word Mommy in it and asks if you want a Mommy, block them and don't waste your time with them. They are only here to leech off our desires and to take as much money from us as possible.

Ich möchte auf diesen Betrug aufmerksam machen, der immer häufiger vorkommt. Beim Mommy Scam wendet sich jemand über Ihr Fetisch-Social-Media-Profil an Sie und bietet an, gegen Geld Ihre Mami zu sein. Am häufigsten habe ich diesen Betrug hier auf Tumblr gesehen, aber er kann überall passieren.

Diese Betrüger haben es auf das abgesehen, was wir am meisten wollen: jemanden, der sich wirklich um uns kümmert und der sich um uns kümmert, unsere Windeln wechselt und alles dazwischen. Normalerweise haben sie Benutzernamen, die das Wort Mommy enthalten. Wenn Ihnen jemand eine Nachricht mit dem Wort Mommy schickt und fragt, ob Sie eine Mami möchten, blockieren Sie ihn und verschwenden Sie nicht Ihre Zeit mit ihm. Er ist nur hier, um unsere Wünsche auszunutzen und uns so viel Geld wie möglich aus der Tasche zu ziehen.

[dreamauri]

‧˚⊹ 𝗱𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 ଓ :: 𝗠𝗩𝟭 ‧₊˚⤾

you are reading :: part twelve !!

╭╯ pairing . . . max verstappen x fem! driver! reader ) ┊ summary . . . this part of your life is called: healing <3 ) ┊ genre . . . fluff ) ╰╮ warning . . . google translated german )

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2013 — somewhere in France

You flicked the visor up, nodding in thanks as the steward handed you the trophy. "félicitations, seventeen. C'était une belle performance aujourd'hui" [congratulations, seventeen. That was a beautiful performance today] He clapped your back, standing beside you for the photographer to take his shot before moving onto Max in second place, then Charles in fourth.

You go back to your little station once the trophy giving is over. Gathering your stuff, you couldn't help but overhear the shouting between the Verstappens a few tents away. And you did what any person did. You watched Jos fuss around in Dutch before ultimately stomping away.

Max looked down at his feet defeated, angry tears in his eyes as he looked around for the things he had to pack. [you need help] He looked back to see your figure standing at the entrance.

He didn't say a word, watching you silently. You were the reason he got the scolding after all. Jos wasn't pleased that his son lost to a girl.

"Ich bin mit dem Packen meiner Sachen fertig und dachte, du brauchst die zusätzlichen Hände." [i finished packing my stuff, i thought you'd need the extra hands] You offered gently, taking a step in. Max looked away from you, clicking his tongue in visible annoyance. "Das mit deinem Vater tut mir leid. Ich weiß, wie scheiße es ist-" [i'm sorry about your father. i know how much it sucks-] "Du weißt nichts." [you don't know anything] Max spat back angrily.

"Das tue ich leider." [i do, unfortunately] You sighed scratching the back of your head only to find your helmet there instead. "Unsere Väter sind sich sehr ähnlich." [our fathers are very similar] "und wie ist das? Ich wette, du bist nur Papas Tochter, die immer wieder gewinnt." [and how's that? you're just daddy's girl who keeps winning, I bet]

"Er hat mich in ein Zimmer gesperrt. Er will nicht, dass ich gewinne." [he locked me in a room. he doesn't want me to win] you looked away feeling ashamed. "aber das ist nicht der Punkt. Ich bin hergekommen, um dir beim Packen zu helfen. Habe ich die Erlaubnis?" [but that's not the point. i came here to help you pack. do I have permission]

He looked at you for a few moments before nodding hesitantly. You got to work. And although you were still in your early teen years and weren't as strong as a full grown man, you were able to help him as much as he needed; with his kart, with the tent, his tools, his spare parts, everything.

"Vielen Dank, dass ich Ihnen helfen durfte." [thank you, for letting me help you] You put your hand out for him to shake and he took it gently. "Danke, dass du mir geholfen hast." [thank you for helping me]

"Ich gehe jetzt, bis bald, Verstappen." [i will be going now, i'll see you soon, Verstappen] ". . .-wie geht es dir nach Hause?" [how are you going home] why was he asking? You weren't that relevant or important for him to worry about your safety. Then again, Max couldn't imagine a podium where you weren't P1.

He could see the smile and sunshine reach your eyes. That was the first time he noticed your eyes. Safe to say he was mesmerized by the gentleness and warmth that came with them.

"Mach dir keine Sorgen, mein Onkel holt mich ein paar Blocks weiter von der Tankstelle ab." [don't worry about it, my uncle will pick me up from the gas station a few blocks down] He watched you pull your machine in your pull cart, keeping your helmet on as you exited the circuit alone.

Max never thought you'd have such a big heart to help him or such pretty eyes that still lingered in his mind when he closed his eyes for a nap during the car ride home.

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"I am your father."

"Nooo." You and Leon said at the same time in monotone, syncing with Luke Skywalker on the screen in front of you. Mkayla looked out the window worried, watching your brothers run after Max around the garden in the rain.

"Should we be worried—" "No." You and Leon answered at the same time, eating popcorn in sync, 100% focused on the master piece of a movie. Star Wars: the empire strikes back.

"That was . . . Enough cardio . . . To last me . . . 50 reincarnations." Meike flopped on the couch wet with rain and sweat. You pushed him away, fake gagging from the gross smell and touch.

"Pink." He retorted ( trying to insult you ) before moving onto his girlfriend who wore the same grossed out reaction. You watched as Killian walked in with Max in headlock, one dropping in his father's chest and the other in yours.

"Get off me, kid." Leon fussed pushing his oldest away, cringing at the beads of sweat in his hands, which he wiped off in your shirt ( an inside joke you were surprised he still remembered ).

"But that's not fair! Micky and Nunu are with their partners. My wifey isn't here! Dad, be my dad for a second— I don't want to third wheel . . . Or not." Killian backed away upon meeting his father's deathly glare. The rest of you couldn't help but laugh watching Killian sit beside his father's legs, hugging his calf.

"So, does this make us official?" Max whispered in your ear. You've told him he had to complete a ritual from your father's side of the family, usually for relationships and such.

"What do you mean? We've been official since Monaco." You teased, plopping a popcorn in your mouth with a smirk. Max pursed his lips, holding you from your shirt, gently shaking you back and forth.

"Stoooop- Maaaaaaax. This is my favorite part." You giggled, pushing him away, wiping his face dry with your sleeve.

Somewhere in Italy, Killian decided to rent out a small mansion to absolutely chase and kill the living hell out of Max for the week off. And since Killian invited your boyfriend, he also invited Mkayla ( who you had done the ritual with quickly before the clouds arrived ). Killian also invited Leon because he didn't want to be a third wheel on his own like a pussy.

"Okay the wags share a room and the siblings share a room." Killian jokes, pushing Max away from you. "Me? The wag?" He laughed, shaking his head going around to hold your hand again.

"Wag or not, you're not sleeping beside my sister." "It's not like we haven't done that before."

You watched as Meike chased Max around with a cooking spoon.

Max and you did get to share a room eventually. You let him take a shower while you searched for your phone to check on Leila. "Hey, papa. Have you seen my pho-" "Shhh." You looked at the tv to watch the scene. "Where's padme?"

You sighed, leaning on the door frame as you watched the last bits from the movie. You never knew why, but your family was almost identical to the Skywalkers. Broken up and torn only to try and fix itself up in the last few moments.

You sighed once the movie was over, eyes following your father's hands that held up several packets of condoms along with your phone. "Papa-'' You snatched the items from his hand, blushing. "I'd rather you stay safe—" "—Papaaaa!" You whined embarrassed, running away. "Yeah yeah."

"Where did you go?" Max was sprawled on the bed, warming it up for you. "Revenge of the sith." You explained, jumping in beside him while clicking through your contacts.

"3ayzah eh?" [What do you want] Was the voice you heard after a few ringtones. Max remembers her, Leila's mother. "Jumanah! Ezayek?" [How are you] You grimaced, trying to sound polite as possible. "Zeft. 3ayzah eh?" [Shitty. What do you want].

You sighed, wincing at her harsh and drunk tone. "Momken Leila?" [can we talk to leila] "meshmaugoudah." [she's not here]. You laughed nervously at her reply while Max listened confused, pulling out his phone to attempt using Google translate.

"Azdek eh?" [what do mean] "azdi mesh maugoudah." [i mean She's not here] "mat3arafish benteik fein?" [you don't know where your daughter is] "La2, mate3melish feihah malak. El bet geryet wanna mesh na2sa koleshwaya agri waraha." [no, don't pretend to be an angel to my face. the idiot girl ran and i don't want to waste my time running after her]

You pressed the red button, turning to face Max who looked down at his phone absolutely confused and lost since Google only showed gibberish translations. "Were you guys summoning demons?"

"Leila ran away." You sighed, pulling his phone from his hand and giving him your phone instead. "Wait- What?!- oh your gallery." You quickly distracted him by opening the camera roll.

Going through his contacts, you swiped on Charles' name to FaceTime him. A sigh of relief escaped your lungs as you saw Leila's forehead pop up on the screen. "Leila! konthamout!" [I was going to die "Leila, what are you watching on there?" Charles' voice came from the background.

"Please tell me you're not learning how to summon a demon in a Ferrari driver's apartment." He took the phone from her gently, looking at the screen absolutely confused. He saw Max in a dark room, face illuminated from your phone's light.

"Charles!" You fixed the frame so he could see you. "AAA!" The Monegasque jolted and screamed ( high pitched like a girl ) and threw the phone away like a Goddamn visco girl seeing a cockroach, successfully ending the call.

You and Max stared at the 'call ended' screen unimpressed for a few moments. ". . . Was that Charles screaming?" "Yes." "Never thought I'd hear such a noise." Max sounded completely unfazed as he went back to scrolling through your photos.

Charles called you back and when you answered you knew it was Leila who dialed. "You cracked the screen," she scolded Charles, turning the phone to face him. The monegasque cringed seeing yours and Max's judging eyes on him, gently pushing the phone away.

"Maxie!" "Hey, Lei." He put your phone down, leaning closer with a relieved smile. "I missed you." Max cooed and you gave him an unimpressed and jealous look.

Leila giggled blushing. "I missed you too! Can we play football together in Monza next week? Please?" She pouted, giving her best doll eyes, successfully convincing Max.

"Don't think you're escaping the consequences of your behavior, young lady. How did you even get to Charles." "I walked." You frowned deeply at her answer. Jumanah's apartment was a 1.5 hour walk from Monaco. Did she walk an hour and a half?

"Do your feet hurt?" "Nope. Charles is getting us pizza." "Don't drag me into this! I don't even know how she got my address. And what are you two doing together-" He gasped loudly upon seeing Max's bare chest. "ARE YOU TWO- Pierre is going to love this."

You face palmed once Charles ended the call. Not even saying goodbye. You shared a quiet look with Max who only shrugged, wearing a small smile. You rolled your eyes, going back to his phone hearing a notification ding.

From you? You opened it only to see "you" sent pictures to Max. You gave him a look and Max couldn't help but crack a smile. "You're cute. Plus, so I can put you as my wallpaper." He defended, pulling you in his embrace by your waist.

You shook your head in disapproval as he laughed. "Come on, you're so cute." He trailed his hands to your ass, feeling your backpocket crunch. "What's this?" "No— wait—" He pulled out the packets before you could stop him. Upon recognizing what they were, Max smirked at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Papa gave them to me! I didn't want them." You plead your innocence, trying to pull away only for Max to pull you closer with his mouth dipping to your neck. "He just wanted to make sure if something happens-'' You found yourself moaning upon feeling Max suck a sensitive spot under your jaw. "If? Why not?"

"Be—because— You know—" You stuttered, praying that he couldn't hear your stammering heartbeat. "Max—" you gasped, feeling him climb on top of you and undress you. "I-I've never done anything like this before." Your confession was muffled against his lips as he kissed you passionately.

"Oh . . . Do you want us to stop?" He pulled away, looking deep into your eyes. You could only see the sincerity and care in his eyes. You couldn’t help but bring your hand up and stroke his cheek gently. He closed his eyes, nuzzling in your palm.

"We can do this another time." He comforted, kissing your cheek and rolling to your side. Your eyes caught a bulge in his pants which he was quick to cover with a pillow.

The two of you stared up at the ceiling quietly for a few minutes. "Do you need help with that?" You whispered shyly. "Hmm?" He turned his head to face you confused only to find you already looking at where he was trying to cover.

"Are you sure?" You nodded with a small hum, sitting up.

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You laid your head in your hands while Max argued with half of the grid on a discord call.

"Meike shut up, your dating Mkayla." Max shot back and you could hear the girl laugh from the room next door and through the voice chat. "And why are you not taking my side. Were brothers in law now."

"Max, you're mad." Pierre joked and you could hear Lando, Carlos, Charles and Alex laugh their ass off. 

"Give me the demon. Let me speak to the Demo— AAAA—" Lando screamed and threw his phone away in fear upon seeing your angry expression pop up on his screen. He didn't expect you to be right over Max's shoulder

"You are speaking to the God of death, do you have an appointment?" You pulled a few laughs from your competitors, which in turn induced your own smile.

"Miss. Anubis. If you would be oh-so-kind to confirm the information Charles is feeding our ears." Alex says in a formal tone, doing a little bow.

"Are and Max fucking?" Gorge asked, straight to the point.

You found yourself wheezing on the floor, hugging your stomach. You didn't realize the way everyone was teasing Max over the loving gaze he gave you as you ugly laughed on the floor. "I HAVE A SCREENSHOT!" You heard Yuki laugh evilly among the weird collection of laughs from the other drivers.

Max raised the phone, showing your wheezing figure on the floor beside his smiling one, holding up a peace sign. "Take another one."

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R10 - RACE DAY Sunday, June 23 2024— Monza, Italy

You jolted in shock as Yuki held you in place while Max poured the cold alcohol down the inside of your suit. You gasped and jumped around to try and warm yourself up. Christian and Max laughed as Yuki ran around the stage trying to spray you with his bottle.

It was yet another successful win for Max, and a great race for you and your teammate with a 2-3 finish. It was Yuki's first podium as well and you were going to celebrate till the sun rose the next day.

Max had his hand gently holding your back into his chest as you danced so you wouldn't fall over or escape. "SHOTS!" Yuki called, raising the bottle. "Y/N and Max!" He pointed at you jogging over with the bottle.

Max kneeled down on his knees while you learned your hands on his shoulders, bowing down just a bit. Yuki poured the bottle down which trailed down your stuck-out tongue and into Max's mouth. The crowd cheered, clapping their hands once the bottle was finished.

"KISS! KISS! KISS!" The crowd cheered as Max pulled you in his chest. He dipped you down and you yelped in surprise, gripping onto his shirt. You relaxed once you felt his lips dancing with yours. Wrapping your arm around his neck, Max pushed his tongue in your mouth.

"Kraustappen!" The crowd cheered over and over as you got back on your feet as the DJ flipped through Spanish songs.

Max smiled brightly, leaning his forehead into yours as you sang along. "Didn't know my girlfriend spoke Spanish." He commented surprised. "Reserving for Ferrari does things to you." You joked as he kissed you.

"Can confirm." Charles added in as he passed by, patting Max's back in good luck.

You and Max laughed at him as he looked at both of you tired. "You two are literal devils, mon dieu." Charles joked before scurrying off.

How you and Carlos ended up flamenco dancing on a table, you will never know. The crowd cheered your name as Carlos dipped you to where Max was standing. You didn't hesitate to pick your boyfriend's lips softly while the crowd roared in approval. Phones flashed, taking videos and photos.

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"In my defense- in my defense," You cut yourself off, looking at the camera aimed at you. "I was forced to do this."

You had a cute pink tutu on as you walked into the ballet studio. It was quiet and calm with Max and Leila sitting against the wall, who clapped once they saw you walk in.

"The skirt suits you, Schat." [darling] He greeted you with a kiss once you leaned down to put your bag beside him. "Got a nickname! Score!" You whispered to the camera before going off to warm up.

"Hey vroom vroom fans. We're here at Paris, France. And with a lot of encouragement from my best friend, I'm starting a channel in the middle of the season. Because I can."

Max couldn't help but smile as he watched you mess around with elegance and beauty, trying out if you could still do stuff from your toddler years. Leila just watched football matches on her phone, not really giving a fuck.

"I'm here!" Meike jumped through the door, disturbing the peace and calmness in the room. Max glared at him for interrupting his girlfriend's beautiful choreography, folding his arms in with a deep sigh.

THe dutch covered Leila's eyes so he could flip off your twin, who returned the favor. "Bet I'm more flexible than you." Meike hummed, pretending to flip his hair, looking at the camera in the corner with a confident look.

Leila watched this part amused, versus Max who was unimpressed. He watched you and Meike cause chaos, competing to see who was more flexible.

He was more intrigued by the fact that your flexibility can come in handy for a few things, wink wink. "Oh! I know!" You concluded standing up from the bridge stretch. "Remember that dance we learned with Randy?"

"Nunu, that was 18 years ago. It's going to take me longer than that to forget that dance." "Max is going to be the judge." "Wait what? I don't even know what you guys are doing."

"Loser kisses Maxie." You put your hand out to seal the deal with your brother. It wasn't going to be any trouble for you if you lost. "Ew no, I'm not kissing Max."

"What's wrong with kissing Max?" Said driver scoffed, folding his arms. "Yeah, loser gets a kiss." The blond nodded, concluding the consequence, giving you the que to start.

You did end up winning. Max involuntarily thought you were beautiful, even if you messed up here or there. You were an angel in his eyes.

"Wait wait, let me get my phone." You giggled pulling your phone from your bag's pocket. You pulled out your phone filming the two. Meike looked like he was going to shit himself and Max looked Meike up and down, examining his target.

"I have permission from Mkayla." You put a thumbs up, watching Max hold Meike in head lock. You found yourself laughing, trying to keep your phone steady in your hands as your twin tried to squirm away from Max.

Max chuckled, kissing your brother's cheek who screamed in pain. "The agony— oh God. Someone save me—" "—It has to be on the lips!" You corrected them laughing hysterically.

If Meike wasn't struggling before, he is now. You watched as the boys scrunch their noses once they pulled away from each other. "You taste like watermelon lip gloss." Meike pointed at Max grossed out.

"You taste like girl." Max pointed back at him. You fell on your belly wheezing like there was no tomorrow. The whole street could hear you and you couldn't stop.

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RACE DAY - 2:24 AM Sunday, June 30 2024 — France

"It's pretty." "You think so?"

"I think so." Max butted in on your and Lei's conversation, taking a sip of his red bull.

"Kraus! You're up." With a deep breath, you kissed Leila's cheek one more time before pulling your balaclava and racing helmet on.

Max furrowed his eyebrows with a tired glare. He wanted a kiss too. "Go to sleep." You pulled on your gloves and shoes, giving one last hug to the sleepy cousin before pressing your forehead to Max's.

"Take a nap, ya 2amar." [moon, nickname / petname] You stroked his cheek gently before pulling away to greet the arriving hyper car pulling into the pit, replacing the driver. The Dutch man carried Leila in his arms, draping her with his leather jacket while she slowly started to fall asleep with the noise canceling headphones on.

Max on the other hand watched you race around the French track. He was through his 3rd redbull can of the night, determined to watch when you were in the car. The Porsche held on nicely, he had no doubt you'd overtake Ferrari sometime down the next few corners and take the lead.

He felt himself smile hearing your radio messages and seeing your concentrated face on the screen. He's never seen your face when you're racing before, mostly because he was driving alongside you.

Max went upstairs, setting the girl on a couch so she could sleep peacefully. He continued to watch you, feeling pride and joy swell in his heart seeing you cheer as you began to lap other cars, extending the gap to your lead. Max couldn't deny that along with the joy he also felt fear. He felt goosebumps crawl on his skin, scared you'd lose footing in a corner and hurt yourself.

You were too important to him. He couldn't lose you or the little family the three of you had become. Max found himself lulled to sleep, hearing your voice over the radio. Giggles and cheers and silly questions, quiet singing with the bad jokes and attempting to create pick up lines for max ( who you didn't know was listening ) for when you finished.

Porsche seemed to be treating you well. He was surprised to hear from your PR about the email directed to you. He remembers sitting with in a corner of the paddock after media duties were fulfilled. Your PR had come over and showed you an email, one where your face lit up with joy, getting you to jump around in joy.

"Porsche wants me personally! Their first driver backed out and they wanted me! I'm their first choice! In the 24 hour of le mans!" You squealed, jogging in your place. He's never seen you so . . . happy.

Max was disappointed to see you were getting back in the car once he had woken up. Your break was short in his opinion ( he didn't get enough cuddles ). "Three more hours." He reminded himself watching you zoom out of the pitlane and back into the track.

"She's holding up nicely." Max looked beyond the wall to the other garage balcony next door. Charles stood there with a soft smile. Max found himself laughing, sharing a short hug with the Monegasque. "Mate, I didn't know you were coming."

"I wanted to see a successful Ferrari team. You know the drill." Charles joked, patting Max's back before going back to lean his forearms on the fence. "Does successful mean second place?" Max returned the joke, watching you speed by. "Ha ha. Very funny, Verstappen."

They listened to the French commentators, watching the few pit stops and opening conversations about a few teams here and there. What's a conversation with Max without maxplaining. "She seems to be doing well though." Charles commented. Max hummed in confusion, even if there was only one 'she' he could be talking about.

"Y/N?" "Yeah. I haven't heard her shout or cuss one time today." Max sighed deeply at the statement. "She's not usually—" "All fussy? I know. She has been for the last couple of months. But maybe she found her sport and team." Charles chuckled. The two formula drivers watched you come into the pits for a change of tiers before taking off again.

"found her sport and team" Why did that hurt Max? As much as it made him happy that you were happy, it also made his heart clench in a painful way knowing that the team you needed was not with him. He felt himself gulping at the thought of you leaving formula one for hypercar, a whole different world.

Max was only broken out of his trance once the crowd got impossibly loud. He's missed you crossing the checkered flag. "Congratulations." Charles shook Max's hesitant hand. "Y-yeah."

Leila dragged Max along to Parc ferme where they greeted you. With your German flag draped on your shoulders, you leaped in Max's arms pressing kisses to the French girl and the Dutch Man's cheeks. He watched the way you hugged your team in euphoria, the way you jumped in your place like an excited kid as you made it to the podium. The way you put your hand over your heart and sang with a bright and wide once the German anthem came on.

He couldn't help the small smile that made it to his own lips seeing you so happy and upbeat. He'd do anything for that smile, even if it meant letting you go.

[dashalbrundezimmer]

ostende // belgium

part I

if you want to get to know a city that is shaped by the sea, you should always do it from the sea. once you have felt, breathed and listened to the sea around you, you are ready to get to know the city that lives with and through the sea. be it as a port for fishing and trade or as a summer resort for the tourists who come and go like the tides.

for us, it was our first visit to ostende, deliberately in winter, to be closer to the original city and not have to fight for every inch of space on the beach and in the alleyways. so the weather only influenced our walks to get to know the art, the beach, the architecture and the cuisine, and to capture our impressions in our favourite media, be it photography or painting.

um eine stadt, die vom meer geprägt ist kennenzulernen, sollte man dies immer vom meer her tun. denn wenn man das sie umgebende meer gespürt, eingeatmet und angehört hat, so ist man bereit auch die stadt kennenzulernen, die mit und durch die see lebt. sei es als hafen für fischerei und handel oder als sommerfrische für die touristen, die kommen und gehen wie die gezeiten. 

für uns war es der erste besuch in ostende, mit absicht im winter, um mehr der ursprünglichen stadt nah zu sein und sich nicht am strand und in den gassen, um jeden fußbreit boden balgen zu müssen. so beeinflusste nur das wetter unsere spaziergänge um kunst, strand, architektur und kulinarik kennenzulernen und unsere eindrücke in den uns liebsten nedien festzuhalten, sei es fotografie oder malerei.

[konigsblog]

I have seen you write about Cthulu König gifting the reader real pearls ...and there's something written in the Kamasutra about this ...the writer advises women to wear some form of pearl jewelry around their neck when riding someone and when the pearls move slowly side to side then you know you are riding right ....do what you want with this information

Lots of love ♡!

freeing you from my cage (the askbox) finally 🫣 how have i only now gotten around to this? what a fantastic idea 🥹

TW: DUB-CON, NON-CON, coercion, eldritch-könig, monster fucking and hybrids. 🐙

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

könig loves to manipulate, he loves to coerce his little mortal to take part in filthy, deranged and sexual behaviour. he likes to tease and fuck you infront of the other sea god's, getting gratification off of your squeals and cries. he's been encouraging you to get closer to him, to spend time and bond with him — well, you know, encourage you ride one his many thick, murky and slick tentacles.

you ease down, the off-white pearl necklace around your neck swaying from side to side as his other many, long limbs moving you back and forth. your little and stretched out cunt swallows the majority of his huge tentacle, stretched to take his thick size, the suckers grazing against your gummy, wet walls as he continues with his taunting and mocking. the sight of your jaw slack, drooling and becoming a mess before his very eyes. he gets off to the perfect and glorious sight, delirium and hunger visible in his silver, blue eyes.

he grinds you back and forth, slightly moving you up and down as the thin tip of a tentacle slaps against your gummy cervix. the thick limbs grip and knead the fat and flesh covering your organs on your pretty waist, playing with your pearl necklace while you pant and heave quietly, too cock drunk — or should i say, tentacle drunk — to think or mutter a word coherently, or even babble more than a plea. :(

“mein perfekter, kleiner sterblicher, ich bin immer so stolz darauf, wie weit du gekommen bist. kein gedanke in diesem leeren kopf, ja?”

TRANSLATION — “my perfect little mortal, i am always so proud of how far you have come. not a thought in this empty head, yes?”

[flying-cstle]

Howell Jenkins / Howl Pentragon / Hauro Jenkins Zauberer Engländer 29 Jahre alt lebt in einem wandelnden Schloss

Though [Wizard Howl] did not seem to want to leave the hills, he was known to amuse himself by collecting young girls and sucking the souls from them. Or some people said he ate their hearts. He was an utterly cold-blooded and heartless wizard and no young girl was safe from him if he caught her on her own.“

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The pitying look made Sophie utterly ashamed. He was such a dashing specimen too, with a bony, sophisticated face—really quite old, well into his twenties—and elaborate blonde hair. His sleeves trailed longer than any in the Square all scalloped edges and silver insets.“

„He's the best wizard in Ingary or anywhere else. If he'd only had time, he would have defeated that djinn. And he's sly and selfish and vain as a peacock and cowardly, and you can't pin him down to anything.“

Hyazinthen verfolgten den dunkelblau gekleideten Mann mit jedem Schritt. Von den Ärmel gingen silberne Faden aus und dekorierten ihn noch ein wenig mehr. Es wirkte magisch. Man könnte meinen, er stach in jedem Etablissement heraus; selbst unter adrett gekleideten Leuten konnte man seine Person ausfindig machen. Manchmal sogar mit einem passenden Zylinder versehen. Die hellgrünen Augen, die wie Murmeln wirkten, waren meist in Neugier oder Langeweile gestimmt. Selten erblickte wahre Freude oder Aufregung seine Züge. Mit einer Gitarre in der Hand, die er selten zu spielen vermag und einem charmanten Lächeln, saß der Zauberer gerne im Grünen um seiner Lieblingsbeschäftigung nachzugehen: Herzen zu brechen. Das Gefühl der Liebe beflügelte ihn immer wieder aufs Neue. Man munkelte, dass er nur dann nicht gestylt aus dem Haus ging, wenn er sich aufrichtig verliebte. Doch das war in all den 18 Jahren, die er mit dem wandelnden Schloss umherreiste, noch nicht passiert. Ungern ließ er sich auf etwas festnageln, wollte lieber die Freiheiten der Welt genießen und konnte ein dramatischen Auftreten des puren Egoismus' ausleben, wenn er wollte. Geduldige Menschen (und ebenso willensstarke) wurden gebraucht, damit der Zauberer sich breitschlagen ließ.

— charismatischer, flirtender und oftmals exzentrischer freiheitsliebender Zauberer

ooc: activity varies & crossover friendly, since Dezember 2019, open for plotting

credit banner: jessource

[omgpurplefattie]

WIP Wednesday

I have two WIPs at the moment, the Wedding Dress chapter of my MLC Star Trek AU, and the German language de-ageing liansanjiao fic for Speak Your Language Day.

The point to the de-ageing fic is actually that 'Xiaobao' translates terribly smoothly into German; while 'Little Treasure' is a bit awkward, 'Schätzchen' is only THE most common endearment in German. That's the point I started off from.

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“Schätzchen, ich habe die neue Mechanik für…” kam eine Stimmer vom Eingang des Zimmers, gefolgt von einem fast hysterischen Ausruf. “Schätzchen!! Was hast du jetzt schon wieder angestellt? Wieso bist du…”

“Äh,” sagte Fang Duobing, der versuchte, sich trotz seiner gewaltigen Gewänder auf die Füße zu stellen. “Mutti. Wir haben eine Fertigkeit ausprobiert, oder vielmehr, A-Fei hat sie ausprobiert und dann ist sie auf uns übergesprungen. Er hatte ein altes Handbuch gekauft und…”

“Und jetzt seid ihr alle etwa acht Jahre alt,” sagte Meisterin He und bedachte sie alle mit einem strengen Blick. Li Lianhua fühlte sich, als müsste er sich verbeugen und dann eine vernünftige Erklärung für sein Fehlverhalten abgeben.

Und ja, er fühlte sich noch als Li Lianhua. Das Achjahres-Achteck schrumpfte deinen Körper und gab dir eine kindliche Seele, aber brachte zum Glück nicht dein achtjähriges Selbst zurück.

“Nur für dreizehn shichen, Meisterin He!” sagte Di Feisheng, ungewöhnlich zahm. “Ich -- es ist meine Schuld. Ich habe das Buch nicht richtig zu Ende gelesen. Schätzchen und Blümchen sind unschuldig. Sie wollten mir nur bei meinem Experiment helfen.”

“Das ist sowas wie die Drachen-Phönix-Umwandlung, die die unselige erste Ehefrau meiner kleinen Schwester beherrschte?” fragte Meisterin He. Sie hob ihr geschrumpftes Schätzchen wie einen umgefallenen Sack vom Boden auf und stellte ihn auf die Füße; dann trat sie an den Tisch und beugte sich über das alte Handbuch.

“Ich verstehe nichts von solchen Techniken,” sagte sie, “ich arbeite nur mit Dingen, die ich anfassen kann. Aber da steht ganz klar, ‘keine Kultivationspartner’.”

Sie seufzte, und setzte sich auf die Bank, auf der Blümchen und der kleine Rabauke ehrfürchtig Platz gemacht hatten.

“Ach Schätzchen,” grummelte sie, “ich wollte mich damit eigentlich gar nicht befassen müssen. Mit wem Du dein qi kreisen lässt, und wie du das anstellst, ist deine Sache. Das ist eine Jianghu-Angelegenheit, und damit nicht mein Problem.”

“Wir sind jetzt acht,” sagte Li Lianhua. “Wir lassen überhaupt nichts kreisen. Zumindest nicht so.”

“In dreizehn Stunden seid ihr wieder groß, aber immer noch nicht mein Problem,” sagte Meisterin He. “Manchmal muss ich allerdings abends mehre Blätter mit Kalligraphie füllen: NICHT MEIN PROBLEM. Ihr macht es mir nicht leicht, Jungs.”

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For SYLD itself, I'm not going to provide a translation; Google Translate exists so nobody has to miss out. But for this nice WIP Wednesday, here is a barely edited MTL of the sample above:

“Little Treasure, I have the new mechanics for…” came a voice from the entrance of the room, followed by an almost hysterical exclamation. “Little Treasure!! What have you done now? Why are you…”

“Uh,” said Fang Duobing, trying to stand on his feet despite his enormous robes. “Mother. We were trying out a skill, or rather, A-Fei was trying it out and then it jumped over to us. He had bought an old manual and…”

“And now you are all about eight years old,” said Master He, giving them all a stern look. Li Lianhua felt like he had to bow to her, and then give a reasonable explanation for his misbehaviour.

And yes, he still felt like Li Lianhua. The Eight-Year Octagon shrunk your body and gave you a childlike soul, but thankfully did not bring back your eight-year-old self.

“Only for thirteen shichen, Master He!” said Di Feisheng, unusually tame. “I -- it's my fault. I didn't finish reading the book properly. Little Treasure and Little Flower are innocent. They just wanted to help me with my experiment.”

“This is something like the Dragon-Phoenix Transformation that my little sister's unfortunate first wife used?” asked Master He. She picked up her shrunken Little Treasure from the floor like a sack that had fallen over and placed him on his feet; then she walked to the table and bent over the old manual.

“I don't know anything about such techniques,” she said, “I only work with things I can touch. But it says very clearly, 'no cultivation partners.'”

She sighed and sat down on the bench where Little Flower and the Little Rascal had reverently made room.

“Oh, Little Treasure,” she grumbled, “I didn’t want to have to deal with that. Who you circulate your qi with and how you do it is your business. That is a jianghu matter, and not my problem.”

“We are now eight years old,” said Li Lianhua. “We don’t circulate anything. At least not like that.”

“In thirteen hours you’ll be big again, but you’re still not my problem,” said Master He. “However, sometimes I have to fill several sheets of paper with calligraphy in the evenings: NOT MY PROBLEM. You boys aren’t making it easy for me.”

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

OOR 2009 - Nr 10 - Rammstein interview

Rammstein

Six voices, no harmony

The moment OOR returns from Berlin it drops be in the mailbox: the video clip for Pussy, the first single from Rammstein's sixth studio album Liebe Ist Für Alle Da. It's a kind of, well, wie sage ich das jetzt... Please see for yourself and make your own judgement. Guitarist Richard Kruspe had already warned us the day before: "Bigger, better, more extreme" is still the motto of Germany's biggest metal band. A motto that Rammstein has condemned itself to over the past fifteen years, Kruspe admits when we speak to him about the most difficult record the band ever had to make. OOR visited the guitarist in Berlin and flew with red sympath... sorry, ears back.

by Willem Bemboom

Durch Berlin fliesst immer noch die Spree... The old Berlin song comes up when OOR reports to the German headquarters of record company Universal. Inside a typical modern multimedia office, with Moke's Shorland in the listening post, on the banks of the Spree, you are in the middle of the history of the twentieth century. Twenty years ago, this was one of the most scarred places in torn Berlin: directly to the right of the office, the Oberbaumbrücke spans the river. Nowadays the U-bahn runs back and forth over the picturesque building, but in GDR times the bridge formed one of the borders between east (Friedrichshain) and west (Kreuzberg), meaning that only western pedestrians were allowed to pass. Along the road behind the bridgehead begins the East Side Gallery, an elongated preserved part of the Berlin Wall, where artists have enjoyed themselves. The old Ostbahnhof, gateway to Warsaw and Moscow, is now hidden from view from here by the brand new O2 World sports complex. And although Berlin started a great catch-up race immediately after the fall of the wall, the horizon is still dotted with cranes that plant futuristic-looking new things in the cityscape.

A cityscape that Richard Kruspe, guitarist of Rammstein, hardly recognizes. The riff-slinging flamethrower from the stage welcomes us with the friendliest smile and a diet coke in an office on the sixth floor. Previous interviews with Rammstein always meant the presence of an interpreter, but Kruspe, who lives in New York, has no problem with English as the main language. He uses a lightning-quick, thick American/German accent, which is almost eerily correct in terms of intonation. Only the slightly too long rolling 'r' in his pronunciation betrays a different native language. "I moved to New York in 2000 and I no longer recognize the Berlin of that time. It has suddenly become very hip to live, for artists from all over the world. Life is very cheap here, especially compared to other European cities. If you are a starting artist you have to work at least three jobs elsewhere to pay the rent, and then you no longer have time for your music or paintings. Berlin is perfect for such people and also acts as a magnet to others. I now see a much more vibrant, creative Berlin than I am used to."

And the difference with the GDR period?

"Well, the wall has now disappeared in every respect. When I walk through my old neighborhood, I see a mix, there are no longer places where only people from the east or west live. I actually think that's quite a shame, it had something typical. But Berlin will always keep changing and that is a very good thing. You hear all kinds of different types of German and languages from all over the world. A sign that the city is alive. When I first moved here, that was not the case. Berlin was cold, colourless, generic. I knew I had to go here to start a career and meet people who wanted the same thing as me, but I didn't like it here. It was difficult to survive, not obvious in any case. If there were people with the same ideas, they acted very elitist. As an outsider you were not just accepted into a group. In a sense, Berlin is still hard. When I came here with my ex-wife, she did not like it And neither does my girlfriend at the moment; I showed her some places from the past yesterday and she accidentally walked on the bike path. Then someone got off his bike and hit her in the head. This way I know the city again, I thought to myself. Welcome to Berlin, baby! But the city looks beautiful, especially the old east. The architecture and new city planning make it an open whole. Not so typically German anymore, more a mix of different cities and eras."

Growing up in the Eastern Bloc is something we in the Netherlands can hardly imagine.

"I thought the GDR was fine until I was about twelve. When you're young, you don't know any better and you don't care. Now you know how the system worked, then you felt protected. safe and if I compare it to the reality of 2009, it was: now you have a credit crisis, people going hungry, problems in education, drugs among the youth. This is a different world, much more extreme. We had a very simple and straightforward upbringing - what you don't see doesn't exist. As you get older, your curiosity also grows. You want to go somewhere and you can't, because there is a wall. Only when I was about thirteen or fourteen, I became aware of the wall. And of the other sides of the regime, because the more curious you were, the more you got into trouble. Daily life in the Eastern Bloc was simply not meant for the curious. I started making music, primarily to impress the girls, but gradually I understood that it was also one of the few ways to push your boundaries a little. I always managed to stay within the lines, and then maintain a sense of freedom, no, individuality."

How were you able to push your boundaries within the GDR?

"By moving from the north of Germany to East Berlin. I did that purely because of the music. I wanted to start a band and that wasn't possible at home, simply because there weren't enough good musicians who wanted the same. It was quite difficult, because you were expected to have a full-time job and could only do something with music outside working hours. Or you had to study it, but that was of course not the kind of music I wanted to make. Slowly but surely I started to get some blemish on my political background and I decided that I no longer fit into society in Schwerin. Living with music, it had to be in Berlin. Better than at home, but it was not easy at all."

Why did you decide to escape the Eastern Bloc?

"Nothing musical, I accidentally got into a disturbance, a matter of wrong place, wrong time. I ended up in prison, where I was interrogated and investigated. After three days I was released again, completely beaten up. From that point, you will never be out of the picture of the authorities again. I had the feeling that I could no longer even breathe freely, that I was being watched everywhere. I had to leave, so I fled to the west. That was impossible in Berlin, The chances were better in the Czech Republic 1). The border was not so much open, but more flexible. Via some detours I ended up in West Berlin, where it was easier to start a band. After the fall of the wall, Rammstein was also founded there."

And when Berlin and the band were on the rise, you fled to New York?

"You can look at it that way. I have escaped twice in my life, once from east to west and once from Berlin to New York. The latter was quite spontaneous and non-musical, it was about my private life. That has since blossomed into full bloom, which I would never have achieved on that scale in Berlin. From Rammstein I have always been the one who takes the most risks. In 2000 I wanted my life - now I achieved everything i fought for previously - to give a new impuls. There had to be more than just making music and I am still discovering that in New York."

Moving to New York is an adventure even for someone from Boston or Philadelphia.

"Right! I learned a lot from it, of course not after making every rookie mistake. It is indeed a big challenge, but I am a survivor. I come from the Eastern Bloc, I know that life is hard and a lot of you can take. Moreover, I come from the north of the country, where people are on their feet. A rough man in a rough city, that fits. It's a kind of overarching life lesson. I understand New York now, I can use the city to my advantage. Thanks to Rammstein I have the financial security to do this, I am a privileged person. I have a studio at home, I can make music whenever I want. I can go back to Berlin if I need to, and even more important: leave Berlin again if necessary. It is important for me to be able to distance myself from Rammstein. It is such intense work, sometimes you have to be able to forget it. When I moved, I was so caught up in the band that I no longer dared to hand anything over, I could hardly handle it anymore. A world without Rammstein seemed unthinkable, but now I have a universe all my own. A godsend! That distance has been essential, especially for this record."

Was it a difficult recording process?

"That's the understatement of the century, haha! It took two years and if I didn't have New York, I would have gone completely crazy. The level of bullshit often reached such great heights... It was ridiculous. We already had huge arguments about the smallest things and non issues, let alone about the really important matters. Everything had to be decided per meeting, per conference. Sometimes I was completely overwhelmed. Thanks to New York, I gained some perspective on the whole thing. Once back In Berlin I had some positive energy again. If someone was really insisting on a certain point of view, I would say: do it, at least you'll stop talking about it. In this way, many compromises were made just to end the whining."

Let's start at the beginning: you released Rosenrot in 2005, which was not followed by a major tour.

"That record wasn't really planned. We had six completed songs left after Reise Reise, plus a handful of advanced ideas. Throwing it away would be a shame, so after careful consideration it was decided to sculpt a whole album out of it. And that was it. I was eager to start my own project, Emigrate, and the others needed a holiday. That's why we left the Rosenrot story at that and consciously opted for a time-out instead of a tour."

Rumors were buzzing then; if Rammstein didn't even tour anymore after an album, something had to be wrong.

"The thing was, we had never not toured before. In this case it was more important to save the band through that break. After fifteen years I have learned that it takes more effort to maintain the group than to to create a new piece of music. If you work too much, it will cost you at some point. In that respect, I don't envy those American bands that have to do three hundred shows a year. You just can't keep that up for years. They blow themselves up. We got the first warning during the Mutter tour; our keyboard player couldn't handle it anymore and left for a while. He was done with it. At first we didn't understand it, we just wanted to keep going and going. Until we took a closer look at what we were doing. There had to be a construction that would allow us to spare ourselves. If someone can't handle it anymore, you have to stop for a while. Otherwise, at some point you would have a three-man Rammstein. And that is no longer a band. "

After that break, one day you ended up in the same room again. What happened?

"That was after about two years. On the surface everything seemed pleasant, but everyone had other plans. I didn't want to go straight into the studio, but first go on tour to get the band on the same page as quickly as possible. Moreover, with Rosenrot and Emigrate [Emigrate's 2007 debut] I only saw studios and no audience. However, it was decided to make a record first. I still think that was a big mistake, but hey, it was an honest choice."

How did you get started musically?

"That was quite cool, the first two months. We rented a house in the north and rehearsed in a small room, the size of a broom cupboard. Schneider had a small electronic drum kit and we did not play with our large cabinets but on very small speakers. That is a completely different physical aspect of playing, it was much harder, faster and heavier than we were used to. A lot of ideas came out, which we all recorded and at that moment I still liked it. However, things went wrong when we were transferring those ideas, riffs, melodies and rhythms to the computer to go through it. I thought: keep playing guys, it's going well! But no, the democratic group process was started. And that's when the trouble really started. "

Can you give a concrete example of that misery?

"Some members behaved as if nothing was wrong. Problems were simply ignored, like we were in Pink Floyd. You know, making music in Rammstein has never been easy. As a band we have always been more concerned with discussing than making music In the past there was sometimes a fight, to the death - almost literally. Unpleasant, but the problem was solved. Now we are all a bit older and less aggressive. The devil now lies in the attitude and the words. Rammstein is a convergence of egos that can make things very painful and difficult for each other. We have become a bunch of old whiners, haha!"

Were there things you did agree on?

"That this was a nightmare! For me personally, I think for everyone."

It's a miracle there's a record at all?

"As far as I'm concerned, yes. At many times I thought we wouldn't make it. We were all on the verge of quitting at some point. Not everyone recognized it, but you could see it in the look in our eyes: this it was, done, over. Everything has an end, maybe this is our time. Only no one wanted to be the first. No one wanted to take the responsibility for disbanding Rammstein. Or worse: I was afraid that the band would continue if I quit. This record was made on that energy, call it stubborn, or fearful, or pigheaded."

How did that work practically?

"When the six of us could no longer be in one room, we split the group up to continue working in small groups. In shifts, so to speak. Just to find solutions to finish the record. A regular album is made constructively, grows from ideas and creativity. This was the other way around; everything that was on tape was a problem. And everything that was missing was also a problem. Normally you tick off a track and say: great, another song added. Now it was It was a burden lifted off you every time, and on to the next bottleneck. Man, we were often stuck! Completely. At the end of the ride I didn't care about the music anymore, I was purely determined to get that thing done and get rid of it.”

Um, you know you're here to promote the record?

"Certainly, haha! I'm currently letting a lot of people tell me how good it is. I don't really care for it at all at the moment. Per song, per break or sound, I only hear the endless discussions that were attached to it. I can't look at the songs objectively, but that can still change. If you like the record, I'm happy for you. But myself? I don't know."

In this light: is the title Liebe Ist Für Alle Da another wry example of Rammstein humor?

"Not necessarily. We look for the most extreme forms of love in the lyrics. There is a song called Frühling in Paris, and on the other hand you have the single Pussy. One is romantic, the other explicit, but it amounts to the same thing."

Are there any tour plans this time?

"We've made it a point for ourselves that everything we do has to be bigger, better and more extreme than what we've done. Rammstein is a huge machine and even we can't stop it. Sometimes you wish you were in a band like Pearl Jam , where everything revolves around the music and the feeling and the spontaneity. However: I play in Rammstein. The only way to keep going is to make everything grow bigger. Bigger, better, more extreme. Buckle up, everyone."

Is the atmosphere on tour better than in the studio?

"Yes, certainly. That's a good thing. In fact, now that this delivery is over, the mood in the group is fine, at times even great. We are rehearsing, things are going well, there are still a lot of discussion points, but we are a step further, there is progress. That feeling is good for every musician. Look, we don't hate each other, it's just almost impossible to work with each other. Every decision is a battle. And perhaps that is precisely what after all those years still makes us so strong. Apparently we float on pain and drama and frustration and unrest. If you look back at the past you see that many important musical achievements were built on those things, so maybe it just has to be that way."

Do you secretly still love each other?

"Very much even. And above all, very secretly..."

Rammstein live: December 6 Gelredome Arnhem, December 10 Sportpaleis Merksem Antwerp

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1) In other interviews Richard mentions having fled via Hungary, this one he mentions Czechoslovakia

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List of other Rammstein OOR interviews

[moondark00]

what turns the member on was sie anmacht

Youngbin: Wenn du mit deinen Augen rollst: du forderst ihn ein wenig damit heraus, vor allem wenn du genervt wirkst, dann kann er nicht anderes. Du weißt schnell was los ist wenn er dir dieses kleine hämische Grinsen und einen Blick zuwirft, der dir soviel vermittelt wie" du wirst sehen was du davon hast". Eng vers

Youngbin: If you roll your eyes: you're challenging him a little, especially if you seem annoyed, then he can't help it. You quickly know what's going on when he gives you that little malicious grin and a look that says "you'll see what you get out of it."

Inseong:

Wenn du über seine Witze lachst: Er liebt es wenn du über seine Worte oder Aktionen lachst, er bekommt nie genug davon, deswegen passiert es oft, wenn er dich währenddessen betrachtet, dass die Situation sich in eine andere Richtung lenkt. Eng vers

Inseong: When you laugh at his jokes: He loves it when you laugh at his words or actions, he never gets enough of it, so it often happens that when he looks at you during it, the situation takes a turn in a different direction.

Jaeyoon: Wenn du dir auf die Lippen beißt: besonders wenn du konzentriert bist und dir unbewusst auf deiner Unterlippe rum kaust, er muss dich nur dabei beobachten, das ist alles was er brauch damit seine Gedanken in eine andere Richtung gehen.

Eng verse Jaeyoon: When you bite your lip: especially when you're concentrating and unconsciously chewing your bottom lip, he just needs to watch you do it, that's all he needs for his thoughts to go in a different direction.

Dawon: Wenn du ihm die Stirn bietest: Du weißt wie sehr es ihn anmachet.Obwohl er es weiß das du es ab und an mit Absicht machst, lässt es ihn nie komplett kalt, deswegen wird er dir genau das geben was du dir davon erhoffst und noch mehr um es dir auch wirklich zu zeigen. Eng vers

Dawon: When you stand up to him: You know how much it turns him on. Even though he knows that you do it on purpose from time to time, it never leaves him completely unmoved, so he will give you exactly what you want from it and more more to actually show you.

Zuho: Wenn du Zweideutige Anspielungen machst oder schmutzige Witze: Er liebt deinen Sinn für Humor und diese schmutzigen kleinen Witze, die du machst. Es passiert häufig wenn ihr mit den Member unterwegs sind. Während alle über deine Witze lachen, kann er nicht anderes, als zu schwer zu schlucken und an etwas ganz anderes zu denken Eng vers

Zuho: If you make double-entendres or dirty jokes: He loves your sense of humor and those dirty little jokes you make. It often happens when you are traveling with members. While everyone is laughing at your jokes, he can't help but swallow hard and think about something else entirely

Rowoon: Wenn du zu ihm aufschaust: immer wenn du vor ihm stehst oder sitzt, und deinen Kopf nach oben neigst, damit du ihn mit deine großen Augen ansehen kannst, kann er sich nicht mehr zügeln. Eng vers

Rowoon: If you look up at him: whenever you stand or sit in front of him and tilt your head up so that you can look at him with your big eyes, he can no longer control himself.

Taeyang: Wenn du seinen Hals berührst: Sein hals ist ein sehr empfindliches Körperteil, wenn du deine Arme darum legst oder ihn sanfte Küsst, geht es führ ihn los. Eng vers

Taeyang: If you touch his neck: His neck is a very sensitive part of the body, if you put your arms around it or kiss him gently, it will set him off.

Hwiyoung: Wenn du schüchtern und/oder Verlegen wirst: Es macht ihn an, weil er genau weiß das nur er dich zum erröten bringen kann, du fängst oft an zu stottern und siehst immer so süß aus, wenn du versuchst dich zu verstecken, er kann nicht anderes als dich weiter zu necken. Eng vers

Hwiyoung: When you get shy and/or embarrassed: It turns him on because he knows that only he can make you blush, you start to stutter a lot and always look so cute when you try to hide, he can't other than continuing to tease you.

Chanii: Wenn du die Führung übernimmst und aktiv wirst: Sobald du ihn stürmisch küsst oder dich rittlings auf sein Schoß sitzt, ist er wie hypnotisiert und würde glatt alles für dich tun Eng vers

Chanii: If you take the lead and take action: As soon as you kiss him hard or straddle his lap, he'll be mesmerized and willing to do anything for you

[mamajanetmamajanet-9]

Pull-ups can be worn to work during punishment if given permission, you may not ask. Work is the only place you may use the bathroom. Immediately after work you will go to your room and remove all clothing and trade in pull ups for diapers if you are wearing them. You may be told what other clothing you may wear if any👶🥰😍

Klimmzüge können während der Bestrafung bei der Arbeit getragen werden, sofern Sie die Erlaubnis dazu erhalten. Sie dürfen nicht danach fragen. Der einzige Ort, an dem Sie das Badezimmer nutzen können, ist die Arbeit. Unmittelbar nach der Arbeit gehst du auf dein Zimmer, ziehst sämtliche Kleidungsstücke aus und tauschst die Pull-ups gegen Windeln ein, falls du welche trägst. Möglicherweise wird Ihnen mitgeteilt, welche andere Kleidung Sie ggf. tragen könnten👶🥰😍

If you are near me or far away, I will be happy to drive to you, change diapers, breastfeed 🤱 and treat you like the baby you want to be!!

Wenn du in meiner Nähe oder weit weg bist, fahre ich gerne zu dir, wechsle Windeln, stille 🤱 und behandle dich wie ein Baby, das du sein möchtest ‼️

If you are a rude or disrespectful baby please don't come to my DM!!

Wenn Sie ein unhöfliches oder respektloses Baby sind, kommen Sie bitte nicht zu meiner DM!!

Like and Reblog if you want a strict mommy who can breastfeed you and taking good care of you forever🥰🥰🥰

Liken und reloggen Sie, wenn Sie sich eine strenge Mama wünschen, die Sie stillen und sich für immer gut um Sie kümmern kann🥰🥰🥰

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Thanks for tagging me @squarebracket-trick to share a writing snippet. These are of my NaNoWriMo wip, my fantasy novel "Drachenbrut". For my dear English readers I've roughly translated my German writing below the cut, but please note it is NOT reflective of my writing style and if something sounds weird I got lost in translation. To the few people who actually read it, I am very grateful. This is a snippet of a scene told from Varuna Kailani's pov, mother of the siren sisters and the exiled Meara Kailani. (Click for the oc intros and here for my master post.)

Ein röchelndes Husten neben mir schreckt mich auf. Ich summe meinem Mann leise seine Lieblingsmeldodie ins Ohr und sein Husten versiegt sogleich. Wie lange werde ich ihn noch am Leben halten können? Er ist immerhin zwanzig Jahre älter als ich und seine Haut wird immer fahler, ist beinahe so grau wie meines Hammerhais Ilukas. Die kurze Ablenkung hat Nerida gereicht, sie ist mit Nalu in der Nebenhöhle verschwunden. Ich fasse es nicht, dass sie vor Kurzem noch an unser Gewissen appelliert haben, Meara wieder nach Hause zu holen und sich dann völlig daneben benehmen. Die letzten Perlen werden abgezählt, ich muss alle schleunigst wieder versammeln, bevor mein Mann seine abtrünnigen Töchter bemerkt. Mit einem Wink deute ich Kairi an, ihre Schwestern zu holen. Sie nickt ergeben und krault fort, während ich mein liebstes Lächeln aufsetze. „Ich danke euch, dass ihr den weiten Weg auf euch genommen habt, um mit uns zu handeln“, säusle ich. Keano nickt zustimmend und Malio blickt für einen Moment weniger finster drein. „In Gezeiten wie diesen ist es wichtiger denn je, die Beziehung zwischen unseren Familien zu stärken“, fahre ich laut fort. „Uns wurde auch schon zugetragen, dass die Thalaneh sich mit den Nerisura verbündet haben“, spricht Malio abschätzend. Mein Mann verzieht gequält das Gesicht, es kränkt ihn zutiefst. „Wir danken für den frischen Fisch“, erwidere ich diplomatisch und bemerke erleichtert, dass Nerida und Nalu im Torbogen aufgetaucht sind. „Das Meer verabschiedet euch“, wünscht mein Mann auf Wiedersehen. „Wir schwimmen mit euch“, antwortet Keano und treibt zum Ausgang.

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Rough English translation:

A rattling cough next to me startles me. I hum his favourite melody quietly in my husband's ear and his coughing stops immediately. How much longer will I be able to keep him alive? After all, he's twenty years older than me and his skin is getting paler and paler, almost as grey as Iluka's, my beloved hammerhead shark. The brief distraction gave Nerida a chance to slip away into the neighbouring cave with Nalu. I can't believe they recently pleaded to our remorse to bring Meara back home and then completely misbehave on such an important day. The last pearls are counted, I hurl everyone back together as quickly as possible before my husband notices his renegade daughters. With a wave, I gesture to Kairi to fetch her sisters. She nods devotedly and swims away while I put on my favourite smile. “Thank you for travelling all this way to trade with us,” I purr. Keano nods in agreement, and Malio scowls for a moment. “In times like these, it's more critical than ever to strengthen the relationship between our families,” I continue aloud. “We've also been told that the Thalaneh have allied themselves with the Nerisura,” Malio spits dismissively. My husband pulls a pained face, looking deeply offended. “Thank you for the fresh fish,” I reply diplomatically, and realise with a gulp of relief that Nerida and Nalu have appeared in the archway. “The sea bids you farewell,” my husband says. “We'll swim with you,” Keano replies and drifts towards the exit.

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