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doctor: I’m sorry… The test results are in.. you’re down with the sickness…

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kriegerherzz replied to your post “[he’s sleeping curled on his side under Ludwig’s kitchen table under a...”

[he shifts and cracks one raptor eye open, and his voice rasps like he hasn't spoken aloud in a week] why does something have to have happened? is this a-an abnormal b-behavior for me? come join us. [the dogs make general noises of doggy agreement]

[he loves doggy agreement][at Rainer’s point, he gives a sigh, before shrugging.] I mean, you have a point. It’s not uncommon that you would do this. But I’m just checking. [he looks at the space under the table, sitting down on his butt.] I don’t think I’m going to fit under there.

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🤞🎧❌

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🤞  What is one of the biggest lies they’ve told (or their most recent lie)?

Ludwig does not often lie. He is actually a fucking terrible liar. It gives him anxiety, it makes him sweat, and he starts stuttering and blushing. His lies are never believable and it’s so painfully obvious that he’s lying. With this in mind, the biggest lie he’s told is probably................. to Rainer, that he’s fine and doesn’t need any help.

(other two are answered!)

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🏡How much would they have to be offered to live in a haunted house for a month?

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Ludwig is actually quite afraid of ghosts and the paranormal.

So a good few 100ks. 

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👥 Is there anyone they wish they had never met? 🤡 Do they have any phobias or irrational fears? ❌ Would they consider themselves easy to corrupt? Already corrupted?

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👥 Is there anyone they wish they had never met?

Genuinely everyone from 1914-1939 

🤡 Do they have any phobias or irrational fears? 

He’s irrationally terrified of getting unwell or sick, as well as irrationally terrified of his house burning down with the dogs inside. In general Ludwig has a lot of fears and anxieties that bother him on a daily basis

❌ Would they consider themselves easy to corrupt? Already corrupted?

He would like to say no, but he also doesn’t trust his mind well enough to say that he would be impossible to corrupt. He believes he is strong willed and stubborn, but he feels that should a manipulative enough person come across him in the right circumstances, he would be able to be corrupted

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Horrific Headcanons part 2

Since it’s one of my most popular memes, here is a part 2 to THIS meme, all about RP muse headcanons that are dark, angsty, or horror/scifi-related!

😇 Does your muse pretend to be innocent if they’ve done something wrong? 😈 Are they a deceitful person, and do they see themselves as such?  👁 Have they ever been a stalker, or been stalked themselves? 👀 What is the most disturbing thing they’ve ever seen? 😴 Would they ever choose to die in their sleep? Why or why not? 😡 What would someone have to make them lash out in violent anger? 🎃 If they were to play a mean trick on Halloween, what would they do and who would be their target? 👥 Is there anyone they wish they had never met? 🤡 Do they have any phobias or irrational fears? ❌ Would they consider themselves easy to corrupt? Already corrupted? 🤞  What is one of the biggest lies they’ve told (or their most recent lie)? 🥀 How would they handle the death of a loved one? (optional: specify person) 🔫 Would they ever sacrifice someone in order to save their own life? 💣 Name one dangerous experience they survived. 🍗 Have they ever wondered what human tasted like? Or do they know? 🎵 If they were going to torture someone, what music would they play while they did it? 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 How would they react if the person they fell in love with turned out to be a criminal? 😍How would they react if the person they fell in love with turned out to be non-human? 😪 Name one thing someone could say or do to make your muse cry. 🦋Would they choose to die if it meant they’d come back as someone stronger? 👄If your muse had the ‘kiss of death’, would they ever use it?    🗣When is the last time they yelled at someone in anger? 🍼 Would they have a family with someone who was not of the same species/human-ness as them? 👤 If they could switch bodies or lives with any one person, who would it be? 👽What would they do if they witnessed an alien ship crash landing? 🤑Would they commit a brutal murder if it meant they would become rich? 👣Do they believe in Bigfoot? What about other legendary creatures? 💥If the world were ending, would they be satisfied with their life? 🔥 In a fire, they can only save three things (including people). Who/what do they save? 🍷 What would they do if someone slipped them a slow-killing poison? 😱When was the last time they were shocked or startled? 🦉Could they stay calm lost in the woods all night by themselves? 🐲Were they afraid of monsters under the bed as a child? 🎧How would they react after hearing an unexplained sound while home alone? 🏡How much would they have to be offered to live in a haunted house for a month? 🙀Do they believe animals have extra senses that people don’t? 🔪What do they think is scarier: a killer with a gun, or a killer skilled with a knife? 👻If they were a ghost, what methods would they use to haunt someone? 🔮They have a premonition that something terrible will happen to them. How do they handle the situation? 🔭Do they have a fear of the unknown and things they can’t explain?

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You're all monsters

Gaga is that u

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Be the bigger person. Get really buff and then knock the fucking shit out of them

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Oh look I'm making coin now and having fun!

yeah. why you mad?

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You look like an ugly gorilla

I really don’t but go off I guess??

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I missed munday but honestly? I’ll do whatever I want.

Enjoy me looking like I’m gradually more unimpressed whilst on a date with you.

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lilli-of-the-mountain‌:

grottenschlechtt replied to your post: [SISTER BIRTHDAY][SISTER! BIRTHDAY!][He has…

[He stares at her for a moment, before holding the basket in his hands out to her.] I made you cookies. And there is a card.

Oh? [She’s confused at first and then it dawns on her.] Oh! For my birthday! Oh, thank you! That is very kind of you, Luddli!

Yeah - your birthday! Happy birthday. [He kind of just][Stands there and holds it][PLEASE he’s so fucking awkward][put him out of his misery]

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napuleh‌:

So you’re saying rats can’t be angels? [He squints his eyes like a rat and nips at one (1) of Ludwig’s fingers]

Stop being more fit than me.

[He pulls his hand away when he is being Nipped at] Stop biting. It’s not cute.

[Holds his hand ANYWAY] Maybe rats can be angels but you’re a normal angel not a rat angel. Also, come to the gym with me. And do more than complain.

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[he’s sleeping curled on his side under Ludwig’s kitchen table under a pile of dogs, two of which are his own dobermans] [he looks...... shitty. And a little pathetic. But he’s certainly unconscious]

[It’s 6:45am. Ludwig had not long re-entered the house after walking his dogs.][Fresh out of the shower and in search of some food, Ludwig notices the fluffpile under his table whilst on his way to the kitchen.] Um?

[Slowly, he walks over to it, and crouches down.][He peeks some white hair, a battle-scarred face.][His fallen angel of a brother.]

... Rainer. [he sighs.] What happened this time?

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napuleh‌:

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napuleh‌:

I haven’t worn makeup in five weeks.

[He’s staring at his face in a pocket mirror,]

I think I might choose to be ugly for the rest of my life? It’s certainly easier than putting in any effort, at all.

[leans on him]

You’re so fucking beautiful. Shut the fuck up.

Says the sculpted, three percent body fat, hairless wonder. [the mirror is put away and he is SMONCHED but Vin....] I still look like a rat, but thank you.

[eye roll][he kisses Vin’s forehead and gently, gently, holds his hand] First of all, I’m twenty-three percent body fat. Secondly, you look like an angel. Not a rat.

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[leans on him]

You’re so fucking beautiful. Shut the fuck up.

I haven’t worn makeup in five weeks.

[He’s staring at his face in a pocket mirror,]

I think I might choose to be ugly for the rest of my life? It’s certainly easier than putting in any effort, at all.

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lilli-of-the-mountain‌:

“He has, ähm, a disorder that sometimes, even when kept in check, makes him do impulsive and harmful things.” It feels wrong to talk about this with Ludwig. This news shouldn’t come from her. Francis should tell him. And yet she and Francis aren’t even speaking so how can she possibly expect he bare his soul to Ludwig? Well, in any case that is as deep as Lilli will go. It is all Ludwig needs to know to understand.

“I am…afraid.” Shame clenches Lilli’s chest when she admits this and her eyes well up with tears. They make her only that much more intent in focusing on Ludwig’s tie to hold them back. 

“I am afraid of what I might say to him if I try. Every day I wake up torn between begging him to be as we were and pleading with him to tell me why he couldn’t bring himself to stay.” Neither of which Francis needs while he recovers from whatever bender he has been on. 

“I miss him, Ludwig. It is so hard going to bed as strangers. I miss having him hold me. I miss making love with him. I miss–…” Swallowing heavily, Lilli waits until she knows that her voice will not crack before continuing. “I miss loving my husband and having him love me in turn.”

As Lilli talks, Ludwig remains silent. His eyes search her face - never quite meeting hers - as he listens to her explanation. “... I see.” He allows Lilli to ‘distract’ herself by fiddling with his tie, even though it did not need any more perfecting, and was somewhat tightening around his neck.

The tears in her eyes make him a little nervous, and his hands fumble with the entrance to his trouser pockets, sliding into them shakily. He swallows, nodding so gently it may not have been noticeable. He swallows once more, the muscle in his jaw clenching briefly. The sadness in Lilli’s voice, the pain in her eyes, is evident to him. It covers him, suffocates him, and he feels his own eyes sting a little. When did he last cry? He doesn’t remember.

The voice crack is too much for him. The moment she finishes speaking, he takes his hands from his pockets. In one smooth motion, he wraps his left arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. His right arm crosses over the middle of her back, tightening the hug. Gently, he presses his face into her hair, holding her to him. “I’m sorry”.