Nothing Like A Little Workout Session 🦀

Habe neuerdings die Startseite von ebay Kleinanzeigen für mich entdeckt. Neue Lieblings-social media Plattform. Anstatt mir reinzuziehen was Leute aus meiner Abi-Klasse auf Instagram für erwähnenswert halten (toll, Valeria, dein Vater hat dir eine Kreuzfahrt geschenkt? Warst du nicht bei Fridays for Future?), lasse ich mich von Verkaufsanzeigen für Hängebauchschweine berieseln.

Es ist ja nicht mal so als wollte ich ein Tier kaufen, ich möchte nur... den Markt im Blick behalten. Die neuesten Entwicklungen des Seidenhühner-Markts interessieren mich halt, ok?

Am besten sind ohnehin die Anzeigen der Leute, die Ponys diverser Art verkaufen wollen. Die Beschreibung liest sich meistens eher, als hätten sie sich eine viktorianische Puppe, die von einem Poltergeist besessen ist, in's Haus geholt. "Verkaufe hier mein putziges Shetland-Pony. Sehr brav, aber manchmal buckelt, beißt und tritt sie. Kinder knabbert sie gerne an". Franzi, dein Pony klingt nach einem misanthropischem Sadisten. "Ich biete hier schweren Herzens meinen Krümel zum Kauf an. Würde ihn auch gegen ein anderes Pony tauschen". Krass, ein Ponyverkauf unter dem Motto "it's not me, it's you"? Großartiges Drama, 10/10, zeig mir mehr.

Tatort Saarbrücken x El Hotzo, Vol. 6

This story is not one, where at the end, you find yourself surrounded by your loved ones. No, this is a one of how you die.

[ DEMO - tba ]

Ever since the death of your parents by those who'd been sworn to protect you, there has been something inexplicably wrong with you.

At first, they were just headaches—small manageable aches, even at their worst. But then came the voice. A voice that wasn't yours, whispering things you couldn't possibly know, helping you do things no one should be able to do.

Everything about you was just...wrong.

But then you were saved, taken in by people who gave you shelter and taught you control. And over time, that voice became nothing more than a whisper, offering you insights when you least expect it.

You became a scalpel in their organization, an invaluable asset who cut away whatever rot they pointed you to, and you did so without question.

That is, until one day a job lands you in hot water and the next thing you know, you're told to cut the rot that lies a little too close to the heart. Suddenly, the truth becomes lies, friends turn to foes, and the fine line between loyalty and betrayal begins to blur.

That begs the question: just how far are you willing to go to cut out that rot before it spreads?

Become a vessel for an Eldritch that grants you abilities like no other, yet endure the consequences that follows it.

Customise your vessel, including their pronouns, identity and physical appearance.

Romance 1 of 4 options: the rot, the grace, the protector or the stranger.

Confront old friends, create new foes, run some errands and try not to die while doing any of it.

Pluck at the fraying strands of your mind. Teeter to the edge of Insanity.

Trust that no one is who they say they are.

And most importantly: Abandon All Hope.

The Rot: Ilya Roson [m/f/nb] - romanceable by all MCs.

A person who you've long since thought was gone. They've betrayed you once and they've come to do it again. Then again, betrayal requires trust in the first place and you've since learned your lesson from the first time.

The Grace: Vira Duval [f] - romanceable by nb!MCs and f!MCs only.

She is beauty, she is grace, yet monstrous all the same. There is something about her that strikes you: the scars that creep from beneath her neck line, the cold calculation in her eyes. She is more than the Blueblood you think she is.

The Protector: Aurius Duval [m] - romanceable by all MCs.

A scion of everything you've come to hate, he dares to call himself a protector—a shield to the people above all else. While he is kind and polite, you can't help but see the blood that he carries on his hands...even though you carry more on yours.

The Stranger: Rhian Scott [m/f/nb] - romanceable by all MCs.

They are the trouble that follows you, the herald of misfortune. Why is it that every time they're near, something always goes wrong? Is it the charm, leeching all the luck you have to fuel it? Or is it maybe that they are just not the friend they claim to be?

The Night Abridged is rated 18+ for violence, strong language, blood & gore, sexual content and more.

Hello, my lovelies. Here is a new intro post for the remake of The Night Abridged, reblogs are much appreciated :)

But never let me die without a struggle and without acclaim

Der Minnesang war eine Kunstform, bei der Ritter ihre Kompetenz als Mitglieder der höfischen Kultur bewiesen, indem sie, in hoch ritualisierter Form, Liebeslyrik an eine hochgestellte Frau verfassten und vortrugen. Sein Ursprung ist auf die südfranzösische Troubadourdichtung zurückzuführen. Die Praxis entwickelte sich in Italien weiter, wo man der Angebeteten, statt ihr Gedichte zu schreiben, Suppe kochte: die Minnestrone.

the only person i'd run through an airport for is you.

antigone, sophocles / summer wars (2009) dir. mamoru hosoda / i’ll give you the sun, jandy nelson / elektra, sophocles / ruth madievsky / right now, gracie abrams / the archive of alternative endings, lindsey drager / the fall of the house of usher, steven berkoff / the replacement, brenna yovanoff / ? / fleabag (2016-2019) / practical magic, alice hoffman

"Good Morning, Rose"

My short story for the wlw anthology GLIMM*R!

The mistakes that have been made can no longer be corrected

And haunted nightmares can still remind you of the scars you left behind

But eventually the nightmare will end.

And you will find yourself forgiven and loved again, as you were once before.

Asclepius and his father. (Part 3)

"A promise you can't keep."