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[openshanklygates]

Like You Know Him

Whumpril 2024 April 7th, 2024 HESITATION Ludwig Kaiser/Sadie Cullen (OC) Apocalypse Verse

They called her Little Mother and it was part of Marcel's job to keep a close eye on her, both in the world before and in the world now.

Sadie Cullen had always been the epitome of grace and sophistication. Even if the new world was not kind to those who had once called the arts their profession, it did not mean she was any less of an artist. Sadie's form of expression had always been the dance, ballet primarily. It was how she had fallen in love with Walter, the leader that Marcel followed no matter what. It was also how Marcel had come to fall in love with Sadie, their Little Mother.

Now, here in the world after, it was up to the men of Imperium to protect Sadie and her best friend Alyssa when threats like this came calling.

The horns that signaled the arrival of one of the worst men in The Wasteland, a man they called The Redeemer, rang out throughout the Imperium encampment. Marcel had been sitting with Sadie, enjoying the quiet morning, as the horns sounded. He was first to his feet, glancing at the third man in the room, Fabian. "Is he here?"

"Yes," Sadie answered for Fabian as she got to her feet, eyes darting from the door to Marcel. He had expected the fear in her eyes, but there was something deeper at the core. Worry? No, no she would never worry about this. She turned to Fabian, "Go find her. Please."

The her in question was Alyssa Santos, the encampment medic. Even in a terrifying moment like this, Sadie's thoughts were of her best friend. It was part of that selflessness that made her their Little Mother. Fabian ran to find the other girl just as fast as he could. From another part of the makeshift camp he could hear footsteps, meaning that he had no time to get Sadie to safety. Marcel pulled her behind a set of crates, signaling for her to remain low and silent.

Just as a hard thwack from behind connected with Marcel's back.

Marcel turned on his heel to see the well-dressed man behind him, holding a black baseball bat. This couldn't be the Redeemer, no. This scrawny, barely threatening thing had to be one of the Redeemer's well known lackies. If he had to guess, Marcel assumed that this was the man who called himself The Artiste. The bald man swung his bat again, only for Marcel to catch it with one hand. He pulled in, using his grip to pull the other man in with him. Marcel caught the stranger with a headbutt, sending him sprawling to the ground. The stranger glanced towards where Sadie was hidden, closing his eyes after a moment.

Marcel raised the bat high, about to send it crashing down on the stranger's face, when suddenly Sadie was between the two. "Little Mother, move out of the way!"

"Marcel...I..."

There was a hesitation to her voice and it caused Marcel to lower the bat. "D...do you know this man, Sadie?"

She looked at the ground, as if ashamed, "Marcel...what you should understand is..."

"Speak, little mother," Marcel took a gentle hold of her chin, tilting the woman's face up to meet his piercing blue gaze, "do you know him?"

"His name is Matthew Rehwoldt...and he...he's my friend."

[eringobragh420]

✘ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs/ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs.

✘ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏsᴛ. ✘ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ.

✘ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

✘ ᴀɴᴀʟ. ✘ sᴛʀᴀᴘ ᴏɴ. ✘ ᴄɴᴄ (ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴀᴍɪᴀɴ ᴘʀɪᴇsᴛ) ✘ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ. ✘ ᴀ/ʙ/ᴏ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴄs. ✘ sʟᴀᴠᴇʀʏ (ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ). ✘ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ. (ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ʙʀᴏɴ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴋᴇʀ) ✘ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴡᴏʀsʜɪᴘ. ✘ ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ. ✘ sᴛʀɪᴘᴛᴇᴀsᴇ. ✘ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ. (ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴ ʀᴇɪɢɴs) ✘ ᴍᴜsᴄʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀsʜɪᴘ. (ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ɢᴜɴᴛʜᴇʀ) ✘ ʙᴇɢɢɪɴɢ. (ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴊᴏɴ ᴍᴏxʟᴇʏ) ✘ sᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ. ✘ ʜɪɢʜ/ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ sᴇx. ✘ ᴅᴀᴄʀʏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ. ✘ ᴄᴀʀ sᴇx. ✘ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴛʏ. ✘ ᴠᴏʏᴇᴜʀɪsᴍ. ✘ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs. ✘ ʙʀᴀᴛ-ᴛᴀᴍɪɴɢ. (ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴊᴇʏ ᴜsᴏ) ✘ ᴛɪᴇᴅ-ᴜᴘ/ʀᴇsᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ. ✘ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ɪᴍʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ. ✘ ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ✘ sᴘɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ. ✘ ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ. ✘ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ. ✘ ᴅᴜᴍʙɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.(ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛɪғғᴀɴʏ sᴛʀᴀᴛᴛᴏɴ) ✘ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ. ✘ ᴄᴜᴄᴋᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ. ✘ sɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ. (ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ʙʀᴏɴ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴋᴇʀ) ✘ ғᴀᴄᴇ-sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ. ✘ ᴏɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ's ʙᴇᴅ. ✘ ғɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ/ʜᴀɴᴅᴊᴏʙ ᴀᴛ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴɢ. ✘ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ. (ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴊᴇʏ ᴜsᴏ) ✘ ʙᴅsᴍ. ✘ sɪʀ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ✘ ғᴀᴄɪᴀʟs. ✘ ғɪɢʜᴛ sᴇx. ✘ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴍᴀɪʟ. ✘ ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ/ᴘʟᴀʏ [ᴏᴠᴇʀ 𝟸𝟷] ✘ ʜᴀɪʀ-ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ. ✘ ᴀᴄᴀʀᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ. (ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ sᴇᴛʜ ʀᴏʟʟɪɴs) ✘ ᴘᴀɴᴛʏ-sɴɪғғɪɴɢ. (ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴇxᴛᴇʀ ʟᴜᴍɪs) ✘ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ sᴡᴀᴘ. ✘ ᴠɪᴄᴀʀᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ. ✘ ᴘᴇᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ. ✘ ᴛɪᴛᴛʏ-ғᴜᴄᴋ. ✘ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ. ✘ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇʀ's ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ. (ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴀᴍɪᴀɴ ᴘʀɪᴇsᴛ)

[void-detective]

Earned Place 💰

[[GIF NOT MINE! ALL DIVIDERS MADE BY CAFEKITSUNES]]

Author note: This is a request made by @eboni-napalm that continues as part to my Gunther series, check the other two parts here. My requests are currently open as of now 🖊️ Final part for the Gunther series as of right now! Sorry about lack of proof editing btw 🖤

Word count: 2,646

Warning: praise kink, 18+, sex, gentle sex, two way(?), and face fucking

Summary: After Gunther's king of the ring win the reader seeks a way to prove their spot within the Imperium. After winning the tournament the reader gets greeted by more than they had bargained for.

May 25, 2024 - Women's Queen of the Ring finals

After your previous encounters with Imperium you had sought out a way to prove you deserved a spot within the tag team. And what better way to do it then win the Queen of the Ring tournament just like how Gunther had won against Orton. It only seemed fair that you proved you could hold your own like Kaiser, believing you needed to earn your spot in their team.

So you worked your ass off towards the finals of the Queen of the Ring and ended up in one last match against Lyra who was an upcoming star like yourself but you had more to prove compared to her.

This was for Imperium.

You staggered backstage panting and skin glistening backstage as you smiled, feeling the adrenaline finally ebb away as you wiped down your face. You felt relieved with your win and secretly hoped it was possible that Gunther had seen how hard you worked to get the win on Lyra. You were still sore but felt happy with the results of your win as you brushed damp strands of your hair back with a satisfied look.

So you made it through backstage quietly walking down the corridor a bit lost in thought as you went with a small sigh letting the tension finally ease out your body. It felt nice to actually win a big match for once in your career and even more to prove you could hold your own as a singles competitor outside of NXT and the indies.

You were still buzzing from the match as you moved past other superstars till you made it towards the locker room. You exhaled a nervous breath and pushed open the door to the locker room. You peered around as you stepped further in being greeted by the ever smug and annoyed expression of Kaiser standing of course in the way of where Gunther was.

“Can I help you?” Ludwig narrowed his eyes as he folded his arms behind his back with a small frown, assessing you with a scrutinizing gaze. His brows drawn down in that glare and a bit of a sneer pulling at his lips as he stared you down.

You let out an exasperated huff and looked around the locker room for the General before you glanced back towards Ludwig. “Are you ever going to like me?” You questioned with a quirked brow giving him a half amused yet tired stare.

“Probably not.” Ludwig shrugged and chuckled in amusement at your frustration as he waved a hand. “I just believe he deserves better.” He muttered with a scoff and stepped out your way with his eyes narrowed and a bitter scowl present on his features.

You ignored his comment with a roll of your eyes as you moved further into the locker room with a sigh. You stopped coming across Gunther lounged on one of the couches with that nice navy suit that he wore when he wasn't scheduled to fight. You smiled shyly as you stepped towards him and he sat up straight to meet you with a friendly look.

“You did good y/n, always impressive.” Gunther chuckled warmly and smiled as he observed you carefully with a intrigued look. “You did well on your promise to earn your spot as a member and lucky for you, we have an opening.” The offering felt like the biggest luck and like your wish had been granted but you secretly felt bad for Giovanni who had been kicked out of Imperium not too long ago by Ludwig. It made sense because of the fact that he wasn't used much unlike Kaiser but it still stung regardless.

“Thank you, your praise means a lot to me.” You smiled warmly looking fond as you brushed your hair out your face. “Although I don't know if Ludwig will ever like me.” You added jokingly as you peered over towards Kaiser who was still standing nearby, listening in as always.

Gunther cracked a genuine laugh and patted his chest with a smile as he turned his gaze towards his tag team partner. “Ah well, he'll warm up eventually..if not I'll chop him for you.” He hummed back in a playful way but still in a serious tone that had the other man tense a bit noticeably.

Ludwig held his hands up in a placating gesture and chuckled as he looked off to the side as he cleared his throat. You couldn't help but laugh to yourself at the gesture and the way he looked at the response but you couldn't blame him either. Being on the receiving end of one of Gunther's chops sounded less than ideal.

“Anyway y/n, I had an idea to reward your hard work but I need to know if you're comfortable with..Ludwig too. If he gets out of hand I will straighten him out for you.” Gunther patted his lap leaning forward with his hands on his knees trying to ensure you saw he was serious as he gazed up at you intently.

“You mean like..as in sex?” You questioned as you scratched your cheek turning to gaze at the younger man with curiosity, feeling your cheeks warm up in embarrassment. Your heart beginning to race in your chest are the implications like it was the most dirty thing to do.

“No he means in the ring.” Kaiser muttered with an amused snort as he raised a brow in amusement over the situation. His lips turned up into a wide smirk as he eyed you in an almost condescending way. God you wanted to smack him.

The thought made your head reel but it wasn't an unsavory idea now that you thought about it. You weren't into Kaiser like you were Gunther but if it meant getting even more good favor within the group, you were in for it. Plus maybe he'd stop being such a dick about all of it.

“I'm good with it.” You whispered back fiddling with your ring gear as you smiled over at Gunther with a nod of reassurance. It made you feel a lot better knowing how considerate he could be even now in these situations.

Gunther nodded his head in approval and leaned back on the couch looking up at you with an appraising gaze almost like a proud mentor. “Well go ahead I'll let you choose whatever you want.” He chuckled, the Austrian accent still ever prominent and you couldn't help but internally melt.

You let out a small breath feeling your nerves rack but with his permission you told a lot more at ease as you walked toward him. You watched him relax and give you another nod before you slipped onto his lap, gently straddling him as you looked up at him with your thighs on each side of his legs as you looked up at him. You felt his hands slide up your thighs and stay there which you didn't mind anyway.

As you adjusted getting used to sitting on his lap you could just feel the warmth and difference in your sizes. He was a big guy in general with everything and you could never not marvel at it all. You knew a lot of the women in the locker room didn't find him attractive but to you he was and not just in looks but the style and passion for the business.

You hesitated and felt him gently squeeze your thighs in response, almost trying to silently soothe you and tell you it was okay. You took another deep breath through your nose and moved a hand over his arm and onto his shoulder. Your other free hand moving up to gently caress his face like he was fragile even though it would take a lot to even dent him at all. You saw the glimmer of amusement in those green eyes as he raised a brow in question at your gentle handling of him.

“..Sorry, uh just admiring.” You cleared your throat and felt your blush burn toward the tips on your ears in response and felt your heart flutter at the soft chuckle that left him.

“Really? You're an odd one y/n, I don't have many women say they're trying to admire me.” The Austrian mused with a shake of his head but didn't deter your touches, only looking amused by them.

Contemplating your next moves you leaned your head forward peering at him uncertainty before mentally saying ‘fuck it' and closed the distance between you both. You kissed him gently and sighed, relaxing as he reciprocated the kiss and you moved the hand to his shoulder.

Eventually you parted and avoided his gaze as you rubbed your neck looking down as you shifted in his lap. You had an idea for what you wanted so you shifted and rocked your hips forward against the erection you could feel hardening against your thigh. “This okay?” You whispered a bit breathless as squeezed his shoulders, getting a hum in response.

You lifted yourself up and helped undo the belt carefully with his help pulling the pants down enough so they wouldn't get stained. You shifted and felt your breathing hitch as he helped pull down your ring gear to help get better access. As you shifted he guided you to lean back a bit and ran his hand over your side gently.

“I'm going to have to prep you, I don't have any condoms on me either. Plus I need to ensure you stay quiet so..” He gently laid you down on the couch, shifting to lean over you as he ran his fingers over your folds gently. He chuckled feeling you shiver and whimper under him before he nodded to Ludwig who had been patiently waiting at the sidelines for que.

Kaiser smirked in amusement and dark enjoyment as he stepped forward as he pulled down his wrestling trunks. He coaxed you to look over by turning your head towards his now freed cock and stepped towards you. “I hope you remember last time.” He mused with a smirk as he guided you to take him slowly.

In time with Kaiser's thrusts you could feel Gunther's thick fingers scissoring the inside of your entrance as you whimpered around Ludwig. The feeling on both ends was overwhelming even as you trembled beneath both men who were assaulting your senses on each end.

“Breath princess, you're doing very good.” Gunther pulled his fingers free from you and he gently stroked your thigh as he watched Ludwig thrust into your mouth. One of his hands soothing your trembling thigh while his partner worked towards his release. “That's a good girl.” He whispered to you and rubbed the soft skin of your inner thigh.

You trembled, breathing through your nose as you hollowed your cheeks and gently reached to hold Ludwig's hip as the man steadied his ever shuttering thrusts. You felt his movement getting erratic as he grunted above you before grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing deep with a low groan. You internally grimaced as the salty taste went down your throat and grunted around him as you tapped his hip.

Ludwig pulled back from you and ruffled your hair with a chuckle as he stepped back. “She's all yours, Gunther.” He wiped himself clean and tucked himself back in his trunks as he turned walking across the locker room.

You coughed lightly and made a face as you huffed watching the other man leave with a small huff of breath. Your breathing slowly coming back to normal as you turned your gaze back towards the larger man above you.

The General smiled at you and brushed your hair out your face as he looked down at you from above. “Are you sure this is what you want, y/n?” He whispered and ran his thumb over your cheek in a gesture that was almost too sweet. Everything about him was so tough and dominant but it seemed he was showing you a softer side of himself.

As you nodded in confirmation and gently spread your legs, you could see him relax and his eyes flick up to your face as he moved over on top of you. One hand braced over the arm of the couch and the other soothing your side and coming down to rub your hip as if steading your nerves.

You breathed shaky and shifted, placing a hand on his shoulder and the other on his side, guiding him closer. You bit your bottom lip as you wrapped your legs around his waist and used your free hand to free his cock from the confines of his boxers. You felt his grip tighten on your hip as he lifted your body up towards him a bit and he positioned himself between your legs.

“Ready? I need you to breathe and tell me if you need me to stop okay? Alright..” The Austrian murmured gently soothing a hand over your stomach as he guided the tip into your entrance. “Easy love, easy..I got you.” He whispered, feeling you tense and whimper under him as he slowly pushed more of himself into you. “There, you're doing so good for me hm?” He chuckled and leaned down to kiss your jaw before he moved the hand off your hip to cover your mouth. “Tap me if you want me to stop okay? I can't risk being heard.”

You felt your heart racing in your chest both from anticipation and excitement as you slowly nodded in agreement to his words. You let yourself relax beneath him and jolted at the first experimental thrust he gave which made you feel just how much he filled you up. You trembled and exhaled through your nose as he set a steady yet gentle pace so you could adjust to the foreign sensation. The burning and discomfort slowly gave way to pleasure like sensation lightening your senses on fire.

Upon feeling you begin to relax and hear your soft muffled sounds against his hands he had begun to move a bit faster and with more force. The movements made you shake and jolt beneath him and you braced yourself by holding his shoulders as his hand clamped over your mouth more. He grunted softly with the effort and watched your reactions carefully for any signs of discomfort as you tilted your head back and arched your back into his movements.

It didn't take long for you to feel the familiar pooling in your stomach and increasing heat that was building towards your release. You trembled upon the intense feeling as you gasped softly against his hand and tightened your grip on his shoulder to try and anchor yourself as your mind began to blank.

“That's a good girl.” Gunther growled in your ear and thrusted deep making you lightly scratch his shoulder and tense up. “Let go for me.” He whispered and kissed your neck, keeping a hand over your mouth as he used the free one to rub the sensitive bud which sent you right over the edge. He grunted and scrunched his nose as you clamped around him as you moaned against his hand.

As your release slowly died down you could feel him pull out and rub your thigh. You watched as he sat back slightly and pumped himself a few times before he came with a low growl and panted softly. God you loved being underneath him. Even now boneless and spent you could feel your attraction and love for the man only increasing.

“You did so good for me, my queen.” He whispered and cupped your cheek giving you a soft kiss before he pulled back to watch you with a soft look. “You earned your spot.”

[hookhausen]

just saw that giovanni vinci (fabian aichner) was released and as someone who does not like wwe especially bc of them ruining what imperium used to be

THE RUMORS SURROUNDING HIS DEPARTURE??? im pretending i cannot see

[balorscitygvns]

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝓜𝔂 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓬 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

➶ updated: April 2025

➶ status: ongoing

➶ format: imagines, blurbs, drabbles, series

➶ genres:

Fluff – sweet, soft moments (🤍)

Angst – heartbreak, emotional pain (☠️)

Comfort – healing, safety, support (☁️)

Semi-Smut – teasing, suggestive, tension (🩶)

Full Smut - explicit content, NSFW (🖤)

❖ RAW ROSTER ❖

✿ CM Punk ⇢ read here

✿ Finn Bálor

✿ JD McDonagh

✿ Karrion Kross

✿ Liv Morgan ⇢ read here

✿ Ludwig Kaiser

✿ Penta ⇢ read here

✿ Scarlett

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❖ SMACKDOWN ROSTER ❖

✿ Alex Shelley ⇢ read here

✿ Alexa Bliss

✿ Axiom

✿ Chelsea Green

✿ Chris Sabin ⇢ read here

✿ Cody Rhodes

✿ Drew McIntyre ⇢ read here

✿ Nathan Frazer

✿ Rey Fenix

✿ Tiffany Stratton

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❖ TAG TEAMS & FACTIONS ❖

✿ Fraxiom (Frazer x Axiom) ⇢ read here

✿ Karrion Kross & Scarlett

✿ Motor City Machine Guns ⇢ read here

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❖ ALL ❖

Age Gaps & Their Reaction

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✧ Requests are [open/closed]!

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[fantasticalleigh]

The only person on the roster who can match or dare surpass Drew’s sassy eyebrow raise/raises is Ludwig Kaiser.

Can you imagine them facing off in the ring. Not even fighting. Just dealing eyebrow raises back and forth and trying to outsass each other and selling each turn like they’re as impactful as real Chops.

[bloodlinesbabe93]

Imagine requests are open!

Send me and ask/message to request

No gay/lesbian imagines, I don't feel comfortable writing them.

If you don't see your superstar on this list, you can ask me if I will write for them.

List of Superstars I will write for:

Raw:

Bron Breakker

Bronson Reed

Brutus Creed

Damian Priest

Dominik Mysterio

Drew McIntyre

Finn Balor

Jey Uso

Julius Creed

Karrion Kross

Ludwig Kaiser

Otis

Pete Dunne

Sami Zayn

Seth Rollins

Tyler Bate

Alba Fyre

Dakota Kai

Isla Dawn

Ivy Nile

Liv Morgan

Lyra Valkyria

Smackdown:

Andrade

Austin Theory

Elton Prince

Johnny Gargano

Kevin Owens

Kit Wilson

LA Knight

Montez Ford

Roman Reigns

Santos Escobar

Solo Sikoa

Tama Tonga

Tonga Loa

Bayley

Bianca Belair

Candice Lerae

Mia Yim

Naomi

Nia Jax

Piper Niven

Teagan Nox

Tiffany Stratton

NXT:

Brooks Jensen

Duke Hudson

Eddy Thorpe

Ethan Page

Je'von Evans

Josh Briggs

Lexis King

Ridge Holland

Shawn Spears

Tony D'Angelo

Trick Williams

Wes Lee

Cora Jade

Fallon Henley

Roxanne Perez

Sol Ruca

Thea Hail

[heelhausen]

I NEED to slap Ludwig Kaiser on his ass btw. It would probably hurt my hand I imagine it’s quite bony but I have an undeniable need to spank it. Once.

[omegawhiskers]

Raw 13/11/23

The Build to WarGames

Raw opens with both teams from WarGames trading insults with each other. Damian Priest gets frustrated when taunted about who is the leader of The Judgement Day, and spouts that he is the leader. Seth Rollins also gets to a boiling point where he challenges JD McDonagh and Dominik Mysterio to a tag match with Sami Zayn and himself.

This was an alright TV match that ended in a DQ thanks to Rhea Ripley and Priest. This led to everyone from WarGames coming out for a brawl. Pearce, agents, and security had to separate everyone. Pearce bans everyone for the Tag Team main event so we will see a fair match. Rhea stays in the ring and argues with Pearce until Zoey Stark comes out. This was just to remind people that these two are in a feud.

I thought this first 30 minutes could have done without this tag match. Just have people brawl, and then have Pearce ban everyone, then cue Stark.

Shinsuke Nakamura and Otis had an alright match. This could have been given a bit more time as I wanted to see Nakamura pushed to his limit against the big man. The match did set up for a Nakamura and Chad Gable match for next week, so that's a plus. I think Gable can pull a really good match out of Nakamura.

Tegan Nox picked up a victory of Piper Niven. This match was sort of sloppy. Nothing seemed like it connected, and the slow pace didn’t do it any favours. The crowd didn’t seem to be into it either.

Tommaso Ciampa vs. Ludwig Kaiser was one of the better matches on tonight’s Raw. Both men are solid workers with nice offensive moves in their arsenal. Ciampa takes the loss, but I’m sure DIY will picked up a win over Imperium soon.

Xia Li knocked Indi Hartwell out with a kick. Becky Lynch came out, but Li ran away. Lynch says next week she and Li will have a match. I’m not a fan of the leg kicks causing a stoppage. When Li loses to, do we stop the power of the kicks gimmick? I can’t imagine Li’s kicks will continue to knock people out once she loses, so the whole idea is a bit silly. If Li had a kicked that got her to pin her opponent, then I would be invested in the angle they are pulling here.

The Miz and Ivar had a fun match. I’m impressed with Ivar as a singles wrestler. The Miz escaped with a win by gaining leverage from the ropes. A heel move from a babyface. Looks like someone is desperate.

JD McDonagh is now an honorary member of The Judgement Day. Well done, JD.

The main event match was better than I expected. The Undisputed Tag Team Champions retained thanks to Drew McIntyre giving a claymore kick to Jey Uso. This makes sense for Drew's story because it was The Bloodline that cost him. The man is just getting some sweet revenge.

Overall this was an average episode of Raw. The wrestling was very hit and miss and outside of the WarGames picture, there's wasn't much else to get my teeth sunk into.

[cmgirlie]

ludwig kaiser truly being the flattest stanley. i've never seen a wrestler so utterly assless. take some pointers from the nxt women king, you'll have beestings eventually.

can you imagine if he wasn't tho. all high cheekbones and tight skinny muscle then he just has a big luscious ass. it'd be grotesque.

[itjazzbicch]

Pouring Hearts

Pairing:  Ludwig Kaiser x Fem Reader 

Summary: Next Part of Unlike Anyone Else:

The reader keeps both herself and Ludwig away from Gunther so they can be content and stress-free, their relationship deepening when Ludwig takes her out on a proper date...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) 

Word Count: 2.6k 

Author's Note: Just saying, hope y'all are ready for a series because I cannot stop with him now lolol

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

Just like I already knew, Ludwig was okay, but I was still very upset with Gunther. I didn't even want to think about him and I made sure he didn't cross Ludwig's mind either, stealing him for some time together, making sure happy thoughts were in my mind.

Doing what we loved most, I joined him for some workouts and training in the ring.

"Gosh, Y/N," He rolled out of the ring huffing, but with a smile on his face, "You have always been incredible in the ring."

"I always try my best," I rolled out too, standing at his side while he took a drink of water, keeping a smile on my face as his arm wrapped around my waist, kissing:

"And that's why you're the best."

No one has ever made me feel so soft and blushy, returning his kiss to thank him for his kind words, very intrigued by his next words:

"So, I had an idea."

"That idea is?" I pulled away to meet his gaze, growing even more blushy at the sight of his handsome smile:

"I want you by my side and so, let me treat you to a proper date tonight."

"That sounds lovely, Ludwig," I gladly accepted, butterflies in my stomach from how stunning his smile grew.

"Seven a good time?" He suggested, and I quickly nodded:

"Seven is perfect."

"Perfect," He smiled more, leaving me with one last kiss while in his embrace.

We got done working out at about one and the moment I stepped foot into my house, I flew up to my bedroom, raiding my closet for the perfect outfit, heels, jewelry, showering, and making sure my light makeup was nothing less than perfect.

Fixing a few strands of hair in the standing mirror, I took a step back to evaluate myself. The black, velvet dress I chose stopped at right above my knee, a slit in the left side to reveal my thigh a little, heels a perfect match, only keeping my diamond earrings and matching necklace.

I wanted to look good, but not overdo it. My outfit had perfect balance, but I was still so nervous. Ludwig and I have been friends for years, but now we were starting to date and there was no avoiding the nervousness.

Closing my eyes, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself, telling myself to just be the same old me who's known Ludwig all this time, and everything will be just fine, then my doorbell rang.

Seven right on the dot, grabbing my handbag and meeting Ludwig at the front door. I've never seen his eyes sparkle as they did at that moment, offering his hand as he cooed:

"You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"Stop it," I whispered with a smile, making him laugh because I looked to the ground, trying to hide my heat-filled cheeks.

"So, keep telling you how absolutely beautiful you are?" He was the friend who liked to tease me and it was nice to see that wasn't changing, holding hands and heading down the small set of stairs:

"You're such a sweetheart," I kept smiling, loving how much of a gentleman he was, getting my car door and letting me in, not responding, but a bright smile on his face, noticing that there was some nervousness of his own that he was fighting.

He was so much better at hiding it than me, not so nervous when we were just ourselves, heading out for dinner and even in the classy atmosphere, we were still poking at each other like we always did, but he was still such a gentleman and kept the romance in there too, knowing exactly what we wanted for our meals, being treated to my favorite wine.

Our date was probably the most perfect date in history, finishing up dinner but that wasn't the end. I drank the last bit of my wine, eyes wondering out to see a small dance floor and I couldn't help my mind daydreaming, till I felt his hand on mine:

"Care to dance?"

"You dance?" I smiled, ready to go and learn, keeping hold of his hand as he stood, helping me out of my seat:

"Come with me and see for yourself, my love."

Head over heels was about to be more than just a phrase for me, his confidence beaming and a sweet tenderness in his words and move movements. It felt like I was dreaming while making our way out to the dance floor, the people around us disappearing the moment one hand found my hip, the other taking my hand in his near his chest.

I felt like a princess who just found her prince charming and sure enough he could dance, just us and the music, knowing how to follow each other's footsteps, having me giggle a bit when he tried to take me by surprise with a quick twirl.

Twirling right back into his arms, hands resting easily on his chest, getting lost in his blue eyes, heart skipping beats, saying softly:

"Ludwig..."

"My love," He smiled back, waiting for what I was going to say next.

I was so blown away from the amazing night we were sharing, instead of words, I caressed his cheek, pulling him closer to kiss.

With his hands squeezing my hips, closing the gap between us, my hands slid down his shoulders and back to his chest, gripping at the collar of his shirt, breathless when our lips parted. It wasn't our first kiss, but it felt like it again, bright smiles on our faces, noses nuzzling, having him giggle when I playfully pulled his shirt:

"You're coming home with me."

"I have no rebuttals, whatsoever." He kissed my nose softly, keeping his arm wrapped around my hip as we made our way off the dance floor, finishing up our date, but our night surely wasn't over.

I never smiled so much in my life, our hands interlocked almost the entire time on our way back, leading him to the couch once we came back to my house. Sitting, I leaned over to turn on the lamp, apologizing:

"Hope you don't mind. I just need to relax my legs for a moment."

"You're fine," He assured, uncrossing my legs and taking my left one softly, somehow knowing right where it was a little tense in my calf, taking it all away with a soft, deep massage.

Leaning against his shoulder, I closed my eyes and hummed, so happy with how tonight went and learning that it wasn't ending there, his head laying softly on top of mine, rubbing up to my knee:

"Feeling better?"

"Much better," I whispered, mind slipping into deeper thoughts, bringing both legs closer to his hand, letting my leg rise when he rubbed over to my right thigh, pulling it across his lap, nose nudging down to mine to bring my head up to his:

"Good."

My whole world changed every single time he kissed me, not wanting to leave it, wanting to be all over him with his hand making its way up my thigh, squeezing tight under its meaty side while my hand was unbuttoning his shirt, slipping in to feel all over those incredible abs of his.

"Did it get hotter in here or is it just you?" I giggled at how corny that was, but it was so true how damn hot he was, watching him rip his shirt open the rest of the way, flaunting his physique, playing along:

"I am pretty hot."

Lord that confident smirk of his only added to how hot I was getting, unable to help myself and feel again, except feeling further down this time, fingertips feeling the line of his hard-on, palming down to feel his length, thumb circling his head softly, whispering against his lips:

"You are so damn sexy, let me tell you."

Palming him sent him over, ready for more, and I showed him that I was too, holding onto his shoulders as he scooped me in his arms, not the first time he's been in my home and so, knowing exactly where my room was, placing me on my feet softly when we met the edge of the bed, wanting just one thing before taking another step further.

"I do love this dress," He smiled, hand feeling the soft velvet, slipping around to my back and finding the zipper, watching it starting to slip off and fall down to the floor, actually so lost at the sight of just me in my panties, breathless in his word, "But God, you're gorgeous in just your skin."

"You just never stop making me blush," He was always finding ways to keep my heart going double-time, sliding his shirt off of his shoulders, stepping out of my panties, having to look when he began to undo his belt, thumbs at his waistband, line of his inner hips so defined, perfectly groomed and eyes even more impressed than my hand was.

Again, I couldn't help myself, feeling down his abs again and this time, taking his cock softly, stroking gently, working him faster as he grew even harder in my hand.

"Uh, oh," I giggled softly, noticing how he was biting his lip with his eyes on my hand, desirous and keen, so I teased a little more, "I know that look."

"That look?" He wanted me to explain and his smirk showed that I was exactly right, kissing:

"When you're having certain thoughts, you make that face, and I already know that you're a sweetheart, but you're no saint."

We shared a slight chuckled while his eyes darted away for a second, looking back at me, ready and pushing on the pedal hard:

"Nope."

His hand threw my hips into him, the picked me up to lay me in the center of the bed, crawling back some when his lips smacked mine, taking the time to feel all over and learn my body since I already had my turn.

From my arms up to my shoulders, both hands covering my breasts and taking a squeeze, kneading, pressing them together while grinding against me softly, head dipping down for his mouth to learn too, hands still working and feeling both thighs, spreading my legs a little wider.

I was so sensitive, already moaning at the soft nibbles on my breast then my nipple, kisses leading over to the other to do the same, up my neck to hear my gasps, arm around his head and holding while his tip circled all of the wetness at my entrance, pushing in softly.

Letting me have the time to adjust, feeding soft thrusts and working in his length, we reverted a bit to our playful ways, him starting first:

"You telling me that I'm no saint makes me wonder..."

Knowing what he was going to say, I held his face with our noses touching, giving a sexy look, voice nice and soft:

"I'm no saint either and know that, you don't have to be so gentle with me. Sure you know that can handle-"

"Something like that?" He cut me off with a quick thrust, having our hips smack and it made my jaw drop but kept me smiling, nodding:

"Oh yeah. That's-"

Again, I didn't finish, moaning instead at another thrust like that, his hips keeping them coming and soon, turning me into a moaning mess that was melting into the bed:

"God, Ludwig!"

Even with some dirty talk and a small change from a more romantic mood like we were at dinner, there was still the intense, fiery passion that we always shared, it wasn't just sex. He had me going for a while, switching from that quickness to a slower pace once I came the first time.

Showing me how long he could go for, he let me have my turn on top of him, learning his body more and how he liked things from a receiving standpoint, but still had me a mess.

Hair in my face, I was trying to keep myself up but was shaking from how tight my walls were clenching him, keeping him in so deep and hearing a slight squelch, another orgasm coming around and I could barely process it.

"Ludwig, I-; It's just so good," I whined, trying to apologize in a way for not keeping a grip on myself, but it didn't bother him in the slightest, holding my hands and slowing the pace down to a stop when my extreme high lowered a little.

"You just keep enjoying yourself, love," He fixed my hair away from my face and behind my ear, laying on our sides, beginning to position my leg upward and over his, hand rubbing up and down my side, "One more time?"

"Please?" I got exactly what I wanted, letting his arm slip under and hold me, "I can't get enough of you."

"And I can't get enough of you," He cooed into my ear, kissing behind it, hand squeezing my breasts softly while pushing back into me softly, whining at the friction that was so much stronger, not too slow or too fast, still hitting every sensitive, sweet spot that made my chest start heaving again.

My orgasm came back around quicker than the first two, taking his free hand and holding it tight, so deep into thoughts and feelings that I wasn't afraid to admit to him:

"Ludwig, I love you."

There was a silence, but he took my chin, turning my head and whispering:

"Look at me."

I listened, holding in the noise wanting to fly out of me with his hips and cock still working, heart ready to burst from the look in his eyes when he truly meant:

"I love you too, Y/N."

Just that had me falling off the edge, let alone the deepest, most real, and passionate kiss stealing every last particle of air in my lungs, hand wrapping around his head and holding him tight, trying not to break up our kiss from whines, but with two fingers on my clit rubbing quickly, cock beginning to throb and still working so good and quick, other arm holding me tight, I had to.

Gasping and shaking, I was holding on with all my strength, body curling slightly, twitching and it was all so good, crying out:

"Damn it, I love you so much, Ludwig!"

Cuming for the third time was so intense that I was just stuck, head falling back into him limp, trying to breathe but was completely overtaken by the pleasure and bliss, a smile forming on my face still at his soft kisses up my neck between words, noticing how he was beginning to pant hard:

"And I love you. So, so much, my love."

Hearing him call me that made my smile even bright, gripping his hand again, interlocking, and his squeeze was tighter than mine, groaning pleasurably at the hard throbs of his cock, seed hot and strong while shooting deep into me.

"Tonight-" I really needed to breathe, but I had to explain since we were pouring our hearts out, "Tonight has been the best night of my life."

Pulling me back softly a bit so we could face each other, I didn't remember a time when he was smiling so purely, caressing across my temple and down my cheek, breathless too, but much like me, having to smile back:

"Undeniably, the night of our lives." 

[eringobragh420]

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ᴄʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ/ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʜᴏɴᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴜᴘᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ғɪᴄs. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏsᴛ. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ sᴘᴇᴄɪғʏ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ(s) ᴏʀ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋs, ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴀᴜᴛᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ᴀ ʟɪsᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴɢᴇʟs! ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴜɴʟᴇss ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏsᴛ.

[sydsaint]

Imperium hottie incoming!!!!!

Summary: The night before the readers debut on Smackdown she goes out for a drink where she meets a charming German pretty boy. Unaware that he's about to become much more than just a random one-night stand.

It's a crisp Thursday night in a new city. You are set to start your new job working for the WWE with your childhood friend, Pete, tomorrow night. So you're out celebrating tonight.

Sat on a barstool and nursing a drink, you survey the pick of single men at your disposal tonight. A couple of them look like they might be interesting to talk too for a bit. But none of them really pique your interest. That is until you spot a fine-looking man sitting at the end of the bar.

'Pretty boy.' Is the first thing to comes to mind when you see him. "Hmm." You hum to yourself and carefully make your way down the bar. "Evening." You initiate conversation with a friendly smile.

Your greeting catches your pretty boys attention and he glances your way. "Evening, love." He replies, accent laid on thick.

The strangers accent throws you for a bit of a loop. 'Very pretty boy.' You think to yourself. "That accent local?" You joke to break the ice further.

"Not exactly." The man chuckles lightly and turns to you. "I'm, Marcel. Can I get you another drink?" He introduces himself and takes notice of your nearly empty glass.

"I'm, Y/N. Pleasure to meet you, Marcel." You grin at him. "And yes, I'd love another drink. Thank you."

Marcel beckons the bartender over and gets another drink for himself as well as you. The two of you chat about the city and you learn that he's also in town for work. Though neither of you bother to ask what the other does for a living.

A few drinks and couple of hours later and you find yourself getting pulled into the back of an Uber by your handsome and charming new friend. The two of you head back to Marcel's hotel, which happens to be across the street from the one that you're staying at. But that coincidence is the furthest thing from your mind at the moment.

The next morning you wake with a yawn and rise to your feet. Marcel stirs in bed next to you, so you tiptoe to the bathroom to freshen up a bit before you leave.

"Morning, Y/N." Marcel trudges into the bathroom after you a few minutes later. "You sleep alright?" He jokes, knowing that neither of you bothered to get much sleep last night.

You giggle and brush through your hair with your fingers to rid it of a few tangles. "Oh, yeah! Lot's of sleep." You roll your eyes playfully.

"I don't suppose that I could interest you in a shower and some breakfast?" Marcel offers in an attempt to get you to stay a bit longer.

You frown, remembering that you promised to meet Pete for breakfast. "Damn, I'd love to Marcel. But I can't miss breakfast with my brother." You explain.

"That's too bad." Marcel sighs but understands your excuse. "I was really hoping to hold on to you for a little bit longer." He grins at you.

You share Marcel's desire not to part ways just yet and glance at the clock in the other room "You know what? I think that I might be able to squeeze in a shower." You inform him with a grin.

"Oh?" Marcel quirks a brow at you. "Well then, I think I'll have breakfast in the shower today then." He teases you suggestively.

Two hours later you scramble across the street to your hotel and pray that your brother isn't looking for you. You manage to make it to the floor that your room is on but find Pete in the hall about to knock on your door.

"Shit." You mumble to yourself and sigh. "Pete! I'm over here!" You call out to him.

Pete turns around with a confused look as you walk over to him. "Y/N? Why are you out here? And why've you got a wrinkled dress on?" He asks you, clearly puzzled by your current state.

"I went out last night for a couple of drinks." You explain quickly and unlock your room door. "And I guess that one could say that I met someone while I was out." You add.

Pete follows you into your room and shuts the door behind you. "So you slept with someone last night, then?" He asks you.

"Yeah." You nod and walk to the bathroom. "He was this super charming, pretty boy, at the bar." You explain further. "Super hot accent, German I think."

Pete shakes his head and sits down on your bed. "Are you showering?" He asks when he hears running water.

"Yeah." You call back from the other side of the semi-closed door. "Why?"

"Your hair is still wet." Pete replies. "Haven't you already showered at your pretty boy's place?" He asks you.

You laugh as you once again strip off your dress. "Let's just say that neither of us got very clean in that shower."

"Y/N!" Pete scrunches his nose.

"What?" You laugh again. "You asked."

You take a quick shower then head out to breakfast with Pete like you promised. He goes over a few pointers for your first night on Smackdown to make sure that you're ready.

Later that night Pete introduces you to your new teammates, Sheamus and Ridge. The four of you chat for a bit to get acquainted before it's show time. Everyone heads out to the ring so Ridge can have his match against some guy named Giovanni Vinci.

"Oh my god." Your mouth hangs open when you see Vinci and his pals from Imperium come down to the ring. "Pete! Pete!" You smack his arm.

"What?" Pete looks down at you with worry. "What's wrong?" He asks you.

Sheepishly you point to the other side of the ring as Imperium come down the ramp. "Remember my cute German guy from last night?" You ask. "That's him on the right." You point across the ring.

Pete follows your prompt over to where Marcel is now standing next to Gunter. He looks back at you and puts his palm to his forehead.

"Y/N!" He scolds you. "You slept with Marcel Barthel last night?" He questions you.

"It looks like it, yeah." You nod. "And he's staring at me right now." You add.

Pete glances across the ring and sure enough, Marcel is attempting to catch your attention. "Oh I'm going to beat his ass." Pete scowls and pushes up his sleeves.

"Pete!" You grab him by the arm and stop him. "Don't you dare!" You warn him. "I'll handle it."

Pete tries to protest but you shut him up and march over to the other side of the ring. Marcel waits for you leaning casually against one of the ring posts.

"Well then, back for more already?" He asks you with a chuckle.

You laugh with him but keep to the task at hand. "Oh but we're enemies now, Marcel." You remind him.

"Well you know what they say, love." Marcel replies and pushes off the ring post. "Enemies always do make the best lovers." He leans in close.

Before either of you can close the gap for a kiss, Pete barrels around the corner and shoves Marcel out of the way and to the floor.

"Y/N! Fight now, flirt later!" He reminds you with a glare.

"Right!" You snap back to reality. "Damn, this job just got so much more fun!" You laugh as Marcel picks himself off the floor.

"You got that right." Marcel agrees. "I look forward to converting you to Imperium then, love."

A grin plays on your face. "I'd like to see you try, pretty boy." You challenge him.

[fumblingmusings]

ONE MORE THING regarding late 19th Century Anglo-German relations... Okay. It's a little paternalistic but I imagine each European nation gets a bit touchy when it comes to these poor girls being plopped in a place they aren't prepared well enough for being asked to carry out diplomacy at a time when personal politics don't matter as much anymore. And I think Victoria's eldest daughter Vicky, the mother of Kaiser Wilhelm II, kind of shows this phenomena in a nutshell.

Also I do imagine that Arthur would be incredibly uncomfortable with how Princess Vicky was treated by the Prussians (then Germans) which would really colour his interactions with Gilbert and Ludwig in the second half of the 19th Century. It's a narrow scope example of why relations between the two just crumble so badly by the 1880s on.

Bear with me. I have a point.

Okay so, Queen Victoria's girls were very much trained for politics. Prince Albert was like here have all the philosophy and theory you could ever need. So Vicky, Alice, Louise, Helena and Beatrice all would be ready to be good Queens. Or, at least, trained to be good British Queens, which doesn't really fly in the German states. Especially for eldest daughter Vicky.

Sidenote: They all have chubby cheeks and I want to squeeze them.

So you have a Princess who yes has a nice like-minded husband, but her in-laws dislike her, and her eldest son rebels against his liberal mum by going full on authoritarian and creates a rival court so extensive that by the time she becomes German Empress this other faction frequently raids her home for anything that would excuse her exile or worse... you know. Typical royal family stuff.

But she is also a woman who reads and supports Karl Marx (what the...) and Charles Darwin, builds hospitals during the Franco-Prussian war, founds girls schools and nursing colleges, visits Synagogues, openly calls antisemites lunatics, encourages a free press... and the German court hate her for it. Largely because she refuses to be quiet.

So it's not just a case of 'the mean Germans think my perfect Princess is annoying' for Arthur; it's that conflict between Liberalism and Conservatism which is the very crux of why Germany and England are incapable of having friendly relations. Arthur watches the soft power and these (somewhat bullshit/hypocritical) liberal ideas and principles he has set himself up as representing on the international stage get completely and utterly rejected by another nation. One that he cannot exert control over. And I bet that infuriated him. His way absolutely is the right way what is Ludwig's damage you know? And I guess after WWI he feels mighty vindicated but until then... what a frustration.

Arthur and Ludwig (or Gilbert, depending on how you interpret who's actually in charge at this time) have such very different ideas on power and ruling and what a monarch is even there to do. It's just a very personalised example of why Arthur cannot get along with Ludwig. A British Princess (friendship) was a very precious thing to have, and the Germans squandered her (it). At least in Arthur's eyes.

[fanboykyle]

Fanboy Wrestling : WWE Night of Champions 2023

WWE Intercontinental Title Match : Mustafa Ali vs GUNTHER (c)

GUNTHER expects (demands?) that this match will be over in only one minute. However, the positive Mustafa Ali likes those odds and surpass them beyond anything GUNTHER can imagine. Folks, this one is going to shockingly go 25 minutes. Mustafa Ali may be literally bleeding from the chest by the time the match is over, but he makes GUNTHER wait for that victory as long as possible. Does Ali get a lot of offense? No. But he survives. By the time GUNTHER finally pins Ali, he’s even tired. As GUNTHER heads to the back with his title, Ludwig Kaiser and Giovanni Vinci both give Ali a pat on the back on their way out. Ali continues to put on good matches on television while GUNTHER and Imperium settle into a feud with the New Day which sees GUNTHER defend against Xavier Woods at SummerSlam… and lose.

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CSU als Christlich-Sozialistische Union. Imagine.

Aber ernsthaft mal, ist die CDU/CSU nicht aus der Kirchenpartei ‚Das Zentrum‘ entstanden? Wo kam denn da der Sozialismus her (und wo isser hin???)

Gleiche vibes wie dass München Hauptsitz der USPD, geplante Hauptstadt der ‚sozialistischen Republik Deutschland‘ und ein paar Monate lang erste sozialistische (miniatur) Republik in Deutschland war aber dann eben auch Gründungsort und ‚Machtbeginn‘ der nsdap nur ein paar Jahre später...

Ja, sie ist aus der Zentrumspartei entstanden, hat sich aber im Gegensatz zur Zentrumspartei (die katholisch war) als überkonfessionelle christliche Partei gesehen. Die CDU hatte damals einen recht starken linken Flügel unter der Leitung von Jakob Kaiser, der sich u.a. für die Verstaatlichung von Schlüsselindustrien eingesetzt hat. Konrad Adenauer fand das aber nicht so toll (er meinte, dass ihnen dann die Wähler weglaufen würden) und hat deswegen zusammen mit Ludwig Erhard dafür gesorgt, dass sich die CDU vom christlichen Sozialismus ab- und der sozialen Marktwirtschaft zugewandt hat.