#Julius Engel

[drea-46]

23.12.22

Part 6

[zwergigel]

Aus gegebenem Anlass: die Pro Ringsy Liste.❤

#Und genau wegen diesen vergangenen 8 Monaten ist die derzeitige SL einfach nur Schwachsinn.

#And precisely because of these past 8 months, the current SL is just nonsense.

[anotherobsessedfangirl]

Wie Julius einfach so ein bisschen Mini Ringo wird. Ich liebs 😂

[batmars]

[missringsy]

[wordstome]

Last night I did what I always do when I can’t fall asleep: think about fictional men. Here’s a list of wonderful stories written by incredibly talented people who have helped me think about fictional men by providing the most delicious playgrounds.

In the interest of keeping my recommendations brief, I'm going to talk about what I liked about the fic instead of summarizing what it's about. To know what it's actually about you're just gonna have to click through and read the fic <3

(and just in case anybody's gotten lost, this is all COD, mostly modern MW)

✦ complete ║ ➠ ongoing

König

✦Just Friends by @kneelingshadowsalome Salome is so good at capturing a very unique interplay between König’s social awkwardness and his deep, dark, nasty inclinations. He’s so feral and enjoyable to read, and the sheer force of his desire for Engel is downright intoxicating. I find it difficult to describe how much of an impact Just Friends has had on me and my portrayal of König, to be honest. There's a reason why three of Salome's fics are on this rec list.

✦Fatum Nos Iungebit by kneelingshadowsalome Five words. König with his cock out. That's it. Okay, but in all seriousness, I love his character applied to this setting. All the raw visceral violence a König could ever want, a pretty little lady in his bed—he's so boyish and happy in this au it brings me such joy. The way their relationship between him and Fee develops is so natural and so sweet. Please for the love of God read this.

➠Cat/Mouse/Den by @papaver-decervicatus The chase. The pursuit. The adrenaline when Mouse dances out of König's reach once more. I'm a little biased because I adore Julius and Jenny (I could call her Lucretia but the double J names make me giggle) as ocs already, but CMD is so, so well written. The tension, the flirting, the scene where he catches her falling out of the tree?! As I said in a reblog, I shrieked. You know when you're reading something that's so good you want to bite down on it and shake like a dog with a toy? (No? Just me?) That's how I feel about CMD.

➠Anything by @darklordofthesimp Anything, in only 7 chapters (they are hefty, don’t get me wrong), has turned König and Birdy’s dynamic from “THIS MOTHERFUCKER HAS IRREVERSIBLY SCARRED MY BODY AND MY BRAIN, AND I CANNOT TRUST HIM” to “these two are going to get married someday”. (author if you’re reading this, I say that not as an expectation or prediction, but as a vibe reading.) This one is for the hurt/comfort girlies. Also, shoutout to all the other stories set in the Anything-verse. Sunshine and Ghost are just soooo *grips my hand in a fist so hard it shakes*

➠If you need to be mean by @gremlingottoosilly This mostly serves as a blanket recommendation for all of Gremlin’s fics. I found If you need to be mean, and then visiting Gremlin’s author page was like opening a treasure chest. Want to be König’s pampered, (unwilling) little housewife? That’s If you need to be mean. Want a harem fic with almost all of the COD MW men? Gremlin has two, both with their own little spin to keep it fun. Do you want König to keep you in his basement or hunt you down as a serial killer? Gremlin's got it. Monsterfucker? Gremlin has that too. Special shoutout goes to 1295 kilometers. I think about fucking König on a train a lot now.

➠Break my mind by @kaiasdevotion (kaiasown on ao3) There’s no way around this. This fic has the most unhinged, kinky, downright dangerous smut I’ve read in the cod fandom so far (positive). Just Friends König is the metric by which I judge all other Königs’ nastiness, and Break my mind König is tipping so hard on the “unhinged horny violent freak (affectionate)” end of the scale he’s about to fall off. I don't know if you guys have noticed, but I've developed a taste for writing/reading from König's perspective, and he's so chillingly deranged in the most controlled way possible during the chapters from his pov. Incredible writing. Chefs kiss.

✦Experimental by @uhohdad (surgeoninspace on ao3) Alright, enough of just König being nasty. He is still nasty in this one, but he’s not the only one who gets to have a little fun and be a total creep. Our little scientist here is a grade A pervert, and I was delighted the whole way through. The most important thing I need in a fic is suspension of disbelief, and Experimental takes an unrealistic, maybe a little bit silly situation and makes it so believable. Everybody reacts the way you would expect them to, even if the scenario they're in is A Lot.

➠Little Mouse and Rotes Madchen by @sprout-fics I'm combining the recommendation for these two because while they are both very much distinct, unique fics, I love them the same way. Sprout is such an engaging writer, and the internal dialogue of her characters is so well done. It reveals their personality, motivations, and internal conflicts without being overly expository. Do you guys remember that post I put on the König bible about instant obsession? It's this inexorable attraction borne from obsession that sticks me to Little Mouse like a glue trap. (Is that too morbid?)

✦Hot in Sarajevo by @50cal-fullauto Rags' König characterization post is on my Königcore bible, for very good reason. They get it. König is a feral dog forced to live as a man and loves like a total maniac, emotionally and sexually. I marked Hot in Sarajevo as complete but I don't know how many parts there are going to be, and frankly, I do want more. However, if you're going to only read one part (which. why would you do that??? read both.) I recommend the second part. I want to write love like that. Goddamn.

Ghost

Yeah, this list is a little bare bones right now. I'm gonna get back to it, I promise.

✦Anhedonia by kneelingshadowsalome The way. Salome takes the "I would take a bullet for him but he's so cold to me" premise and then flips it entirely on its head for the second part is so important to me. The way Simon craves the reader is like human catnip. I reread this fic all the time.

Keegan

✦For the Weak and Weary by @halcyone-of-the-sea Read this if you want to believe in true love. That's all. Go on now.

Multiple

✦Easy by @danibee33 When people say "I wish this were a book!" about fanfiction, they usually mean it in a "this is good enough to be published by the traditional publishing industry" way. When I say I want Easy (and Diablesa) to be a book, I mean it in a "I want to get this story bound in a beautiful ass cover and keep it on a shelf so I can take it down and reread it whenever I want" way. I don't want the traditional publishing industry to get their claws in this, because it's perfect as it is. This fic is so wild and fun, and the character moments are so special and well done. Do yourself a favor and savor this one.

➠@ghouljams's entire blog [masterlist] "What do you mean someone's entire blog" YOU HEARD ME. Those aus are some good shit. Good characterization, delicious premises, love the group effort of it all. To absolutely nobody's surprise, my favorite couple is König and Bee from the cowboy au (ditzy but well-meaning and competent in her own way woman x big strong man who is obsessed with her and maybe also creeping on her, my beloved), but I also have a fondness for Ghost and Die from demon darlings au. Trust me on this one. Dig into those masterlists babey.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I often wonder about konig’s real name, do you think he would tell engel his name?

For sure he’d tell her his name!

I named him Julius in Valkyrie because I liked the Julius Caesar connotation (but mainly because the OC’s name was June and I liked how they sounded together, June & July), but I’m not so sure if König is Julius in the Just Friends universe… To my understanding, it’s a very German name so it would be nice to give him a more Austrian one.

I think his father might be German though. Due to that, König's last name is something very generic, Weissmüller or something like that. I know it would bug him to no end that he has to be a simple miller when he’s supposed to be a hero and a king :(

[bobathirstaccount]

Inspo from @die-herzlos-engel - I will always throw out the idea of Boba being with a rebel reader who understand he has no real allegiance to the Empire but is always trying to get him to join the cause 👌🏻 but they don’t have the doe $$$.

***

Priceless

Boba x implied fem!reader, a bit of angst, some action, no smut, dash of fluff

Words - 3,369

***

Boba shook his head, annoyed. “That’s not my going rate, and you know it.”

You wheedled, “I could add in sexual favors…”

Boba snorted a laugh, “Very tempting. But still no.”

Frustrated, you let the topic drop. You turned back to your drink. He tried to improve your mood, “C’mon, let’s go cheat at sabacc with those Imperials. We can take them for all they’ve got.”

Wryly smiling, you shook your head. You had to find a merc with a ship, and if Boba wouldn’t do it then you still had a big problem. You fiddled with your glass.

“Don’t fret,” Boba elbowed you gently, affectionately. It was his form of PDA. You decided to let it cheer you up. Scooting slightly closer to him, you lowered your voice in the loud cantina, “You wanna… spend the night?” This request was a calculated risk. You were sort of together. Sort of. You didn’t think he was seeing anyone else, but he was often like talking to a wall in regards to relationships and things of that nature.

“Hmm,” he started noncommittally, his helmet tilting. Your face fell before you could control it. You glanced away, disappointed.

“I mean, yeah. Okay.” He toed your foot, causing you to look back at him.

“Okay,” he repeated.

A smile formed on your face. Suddenly the noise and color of the bar was boring. “Let’s go?”

He nodded once, shifting his weight off the bar top. You turned and strode out of the bar, Boba trailing casually behind you.

When you had walked a few blocks, he sidled up to you. “No one’s following us,” he commented softly. You smiled. He was ever alert.

You allowed yourself to glance over at him. He was watching the crowd as you walked. You longed to grab his upper arm and lean on him, but decided against it. He remained oblivious.

You reached your apartment and took the dingy elevator up. It creaked to a stop on your floor. Stepping out, you made your way to your door. Feeling safe, you keyed in the code to your unit without hesitation.

“You should be more cautious,” Boba’s voice held a tone of concern.

“I am when you’re not with me,” you commented, stripping off your jacket. You heard Boba set his gun down on your coffee table. His other weapons clattered as he added them. It was your rule that all weapons had to be deposited there safely. His helmet stayed on. You had yet to see what he looked like under it.

“Well,” he started. You turned to him, your jacket on its hook.

“Well… now what?” You teased.

He sauntered up to you, his hands going to your hips. Butterflies danced in your stomach as he found the hem of your shirt and pulled it up.

Tossing it aside, he grabbed your ass and yanked you to himself.

“Now… I’m gonna fuck you,” Boba said, voice low and husky with lust.

***

You knew he was gone before you had even opened your eyes. Your bed was small, and he was not pressed up against your back. You sniffled a bit, but didn’t cry. He never stayed long in the morning. You sighed and opened your eyes, sitting up. Missing him, you sent him a short message about nothing.

Setting your data pad aside, you got up to shower and eat.

Washing your face in the fresher, you remembered your most pressing problem. You had to find a merc with a ship. You decided to reach out to your ex, who was a second class merc. Maybe he knew of someone better than himself. It was worth a shot.

***

“Look, I am here professionally only,” you tried to clarify again.

“Sure, sure, baby. Let’s get it right: you missed me.” Julius sat back in his seat, smugly folding his arms across his chest.

You sighed, aggravated. You had known this was going to happen; you just hadn’t thought it was going to get to you that much. “No. I just wanna know if you’ve got any contacts I could get in touch with about a ship.”

“Not until you admit you wanted to see me in person. We coulda just commed, but you agreed to see me pretty quick.”

You got hot, embarrassed. Had you? “Well, at any rate, do you have any contacts for me?”

“No. But that’s not why we’re really here.”

Annoyed, you silently stood and grabbed your jacket. You had wasted enough time. Turning from the table, you decided to go hang out at your regular cantina. Boba might be there.

“You tired of being Fett’s side piece yet?” The casual tone caught you just as you were about to be out of earshot.

Your anger flared up immediately. “What’d you say you karking asshole?” You stomped back up to Julius. He seemed momentarily alarmed, then satisfied. “You know everybody knows that, right? You’re his lil’ over eager fuck piece?”

Enraged, you flipped his drink into his face. He sputtered, but laughed, “You’re only so mad because you know I’m right!” You slapped him as hard as you could, then realized you had to retreat. You were about to cry. Turning away from Julius, you stomped out past the other patrons to the street outside. It was drizzling a bit. Pulling your hood up, you sniffled as you slowly made your way to your regular spot.

***

You slunk up to the bar, behind Boba. Several gorgeous Twi’leks had circled around him. You tried to overhear their conversation.

“C’mon,” one of them reached out and grabbed him by the neck. She leaned in and kissed his helmet. “Don’t you wanna have a foursome with us, daddy?”

Boba pulled away from her, “No.”

The girls cooed and whined to him, rubbing his chest and arms. You held your breath, waiting to see how he would react to such a tempting offer. He turned to you abruptly.

“Did you really think you snuck up on me?”

You blinked, surprised, staring into his helmet. He repeated himself.

Blinking again, you sputtered, “N-no.” You were feeling sensitive from Julius’ comments. Boba’s helmet tilted very slightly. He seemed to be studying you.

“You okay?” He said after a moment. He brushed a Twi’lek hand off his chest.

You felt exposed, but tried to shield yourself, “Yeah, just it’s wet out. You know I hate rain.” He nodded, but didn’t sound convinced, “Okay, well, you want a drink?”

Not knowing what else to do, you nodded seriously. He raised a hand. The droid barkeep was there immediately. “Sir?”

“What she wants,” Boba nodded at you, brushing another hand off his chest.

“Just some Corellian ale, please,” you murmured. The droid shot off to fulfill your order.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” Boba took half a step towards you. The Twi’lek followed him, still cooing about a foursome.

“Kark off,” you hissed at them, suddenly furious.

“Ooh, who the fuck are you anyway?” One of them spat back. Boba turned to her, “Go away. Can’t you see we’re having a private conversation?”

She frowned, “Okay daddy, but we’ll be back…” The women fell away into the crowd.

“Who the fuck am I, anyway?” You asked, looking into his helmet.

The barkeep dropped your ale off. You waited for Boba to respond.

“Uh,” he started unpromisingly. “You, we’re, uhm, friends.”

“Friends?” You asked softly.

“Yeah?” He asked back.

Julius’ words rang in your ears. You chugged half your drink to avoid crying in public... In front of Boba. He started to speak, “Don’t be upset-“

You couldn’t bear to hear a bumbling response, so you simply turned from him and bolted into the crowd, towards the door. You pulled your hood up snugly again once you were outside. Crying a bit, you turned towards home. You hurried along, wanting to be safe at home.

After a couple blocks, someone came up beside you. Warily, you looked over. It was Boba. Surprised, you blurted out, “What’re you doing here?”

“We’re uh, still talking,” he said simply.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I have someone for you. For your… job.” He spoke swiftly.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, so I’ll DM you the details. I’ve worked with them before. They’re a pretty good smuggler.” You were relieved about that situation, but confused and sad about the non-conversation at the bar. Boba sidled up closer to you. “So.”

“So?”

“So, now you can relax about your… Rebellious streak.” He seemed pleased with himself.

You were thinking about you ex’s words. “Hm.”

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong yet?” He elbowed you gently.

“I don’t want to be your side piece.”

“What?” He seemed stunned.

“I don’t wanna be a side piece.”

“You’re… not.”

“What am I?”

“Ah. I mean do we need to label what we’re doing?”

“Yes.”

He became quiet. You walked together in silence. Finally you reached your door. You keyed in the code and it slid open noisily. You turned to Boba, “Well?”

“Can I come in?”

“You don’t have anything to say?”

“…I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Yeah you do, you just don’t wanna say it.” You were tired. You were angry. You were hurt.

He stood there stupidly.

You turned away from him and let the door skid shut behind you.

***

NAME - EM Wrex

SHIP - Salvage Hauler

RATE - I negotiated 30k credits for you, you’re welcome

CONTACT - 92.768.098876 (she’s expecting your comm)

R u going to the cantina tonight?

You sighed and set down your data pad. You had spent all of last night crying into your pillow. Missing Boba. Wishing you had just let him in.

But now you didn’t want to talk to him. You got up to have some breakfast.

Over your coffee, you commed your Rebellion commander.

“Well this is all great news. You have our smuggler with a day to spare, and at 3/4 budget. I’ll send you the funds. Pay half before, half upon completion. Everything else going okay? How’s your cover holding?”

“Perfect,” you commented absentmindedly.

“Hm, I don’t like your tone. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Oh, just my… boyfriend,” you lied.

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that. Well, stay focused on the mission for now, kiddo.”

You nodded, “You got it. I know what to do.”

With that, you said your salutations and ended the call. Sighing, you sat back into your sofa. After a moment, you commed your smuggler.

It rang for a moment before an attractive human woman picked up. “Oh, you must be my contact for The Job,” she said immediately.

You nodded, taken aback a bit.

“Fett said you’d be in touch soon. So, the rate’s 30,000 credits. Half up front, okay?”

“Yeah that’s fine, just DM me your payment details and I’ll take care of it today.”

“Yeah no problem. Hey, so what we smuggling?”

You smiled wryly. Boba hadn’t even told her what she was smuggling?

“You didn’t ask?” You evaded.

“Oh, I’d do anything for him, you know how he is babe,” she shrugged.

Immediately incensed, you tried to control your tone, “Oh, yeah, totally… so, how long you known him?”

“Oh, awhile, now… how about you?”

“Same,” you murmured.

“Yeah, he’s so funny, he’ll pull up outta nowhere on you.”

“Oh yeah I know, huh,” you said weakly.

“Anyway, see you at the hangar… I’ll send those deets along with the payment info.”

You nodded and hung up. Sighing, you got up to shower. You decided to try to surprise Boba at the cantina.

***

You watched as Boba let the woman slide her hand up his arm. She was looking at him intently, like he was the only other entity at the establishment. They spoke for a few more moments before she took another step into his space. His helmet tilted, but he didn’t push her away.

They talked some more. You decided you had seen enough. You stood to exit, finally catching Boba’s eye. He straightened immediately. You turned away and calmly exited the cantina, resigned.

You made it a couple blocks before someone was at your side. You had been daydreaming about Boba, not really paying attention. You were gently elbowed.

You stopped in your tracks, turning towards Boba. He stopped short. After a moment of awkward quiet, he asked, “You and my contact hook up?”

“Did you and your contact hook up?” You shot back.

“Not recently…” he muttered. Your eyes got big before you started to cry.

“Wait, I mean not since I’ve known you…” he tried.

You cried harder.

“That woman and I, nothing was going to happen. I came there to see you. I was just killing time waiting for you.”

You kept crying.

“Look, I… we… um,” he stumbled.

You smacked his helmet, hard, as you screamed, “Go back and kill some more time!” You ran off sobbing. He didn’t follow you.

***

Elize, as it turned out her name was, picked you up promptly at 0700. You were to meet up with the Rebel ship at 1145 exactly to pick up the cargo, a Rebel spy who’d been exposed. He’d managed to get smuggled this far; all you had to do was take him a bit further back to the Rebellion headquarters.

“So, how long you been in the smuggling business? Fett told me you’ve been a bootlegger for a while, but was really vague other than that. You know him.” She laughed.

“Oh,” you quickly pulled up your cover story in your mind, “Been at it for just about 5 cycles. It’s an exciting biz, moving other people’s stolen goods.”

Elize laughed again. “I like you.”

You forced a smile.

“Okay, here we go, jump space for five minutes and then we just slow poke it the rest of the way to avoid detection, got it?”

“Yeah.” You settled back into your seat. You were entering heavily guarded Imperial space. It was going to be a tense ride.

***

You could tell things were going south. Your passenger had been successfully picked up, but you were detected on the way back. The Imperial Cruiser hovered near you in space as Elize tried to talk her way out of getting tractor beamed.

“Just gun it,” your cargo insisted from behind you. You shushed him as she bullshitted.

“They’re gonna take us. That’s death for me and death for you two for helping me. Now, gun. It.”

You slapped him in the mouth, “Stop panicking and let the women handle it.”

Elize continued to talk out of her ass.

Ultimately, it was to no avail. “We’re requesting you to come in. Go to cargo bay 127 for inspection and processing. Should only be a couple hours before you’re back on your way, if you’re who you say you are.”

“Okay, sure,” Elize sounded amiable enough. But you could tell she had started the computer calculating light speed coordinates.

She inched her hauler forward casually. Picking up a bit of speed she headed towards the entrance. Your cargo became a problem again. You turned to shush him as the ship dipped and made a break for it.

You thought for half a second you were going to be clear. But the tractor beam grabbed you, abruptly halting your escape. The Imperial ship pulled you into its maw.

***

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you denied everything to the Interrogator.

“Well you were on a ship harboring a fugitive. So you know something,” she insisted. You thought of Elize and wondered how she was fairing. You knew your fugitive was probably doing terribly.

“Do we need to bring in an Interrogator droid?”

You doubled down, “It’ll be a waste of resources. I don’t know anything.”

“Well I’m ordering the droid anyway,” she said with casual finality. She stood and left you chained to the table.

You sat there, trying not to panic. You didn’t have advanced training to withstand this sort of… pressure. Would you fold? Were you going to die?

After an indeterminable amount of time, the door slid open. A stormtrooper walked in. He came over and undid your binders. “This way,” he said, turning. You followed him out of the room and down a long corridor, past many other troopers. You walked into a hangar. Elize’s ship was there, locked down. You noticed another ship across the way. Could it really be?

You squinted as you quickly approached. It was. Boba’s ship. Would you see him? Would he see you? More importantly, would he help you? The trooper stopped short at Slave 1’s ramp. “Onboard,” he indicated. You trotted up into the ship, following the trooper. He closed the cargo bay door behind you. Before you could say anything, he had disappeared into the ship. Confused, you stood stock still and considered your limited options.

A familiar dented helmet appeared from around a corner. Shocked, you felt your mouth fall open. He sauntered up to you, “You didn’t think I’d let you get into any real trouble, hm?”

“Were you the stormtrooper?” You asked incredulously.

He laughed, “Of course.”

“So…” you looked around, “where’s Elize?”

“Oh, she’s in big trouble. I can’t help her. But you, you made it easy.” He nudged you, “You gave a fake name. Easy to make you disappear. Easy to loop the security cameras, so it looks like I’ve been on my ship the whole time, just refueling. And now, we’re gonna take off and get outta here. Easy.”

“You did that for me?”

“Of course.” He was matter-of-fact.

“…why?” Your voice was small.

Boba’s helmet tilted towards you. “I love you.” He turned away from your stunned form and disappeared into his ship, “I’m getting us out of here. Come sit in the cockpit with me.”

Too shocked to speak, you silently strapped in next to him. He brought his ship to life and took you out of the cruiser, just like that. Once he was a casual distance away, he entered jump space.

You turned to each other. “Home?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, please,” you paused for a second, then asked, “how’d you know I was in trouble?”

“I heard that Elize’s ship was taken captive by the Imperials. I’m welcome to come and go, so I just parked and walked in and got you.”

You laughed, astonished. “That takes some balls.”

“Well I’m me. And, it was you.”

You shook your head, “I failed my mission.”

Boba shrugged, “But you’re okay. You live free to rebel another day.”

“Won’t you join me? You could do so much good. See how easy all this is for you?”

“I told you, if you get the credits I’m there.”

You snorted, annoyed. But then you remembered what he had said in the cargo bay. “Do you really love me or are you just talking out of your ass?”

He stiffened, “I do. Let’s not dwell on it.”

“Dwell on it? We’ve barely talked at all!”

He shrugged, then took your hand. Interlocking your fingers with his, he murmured, “I fell for a Rebel, what can I say.”

“You could say you love me more often.”

He sighed, “I’ll try.”

You crawled into his lap, where you stayed for the rest of the way home.

***

You woke up. Exhausted from your harrowing experience, you debated going back to sleep. Then you realized you were not alone. A strong arm was around your torso, holding you tightly. Delirious, you wriggled around to see what was happening. Boba’s sleepy voice sounded, “What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” You asked, surprised. He was still here, and it was light outside.

“What yah mean huh? You’re the one waking me up…”

“You’re still here; you’re never here,” you blurted out.

“I know. I thought… you would like it.”

“I do…” you rolled over and planted a kiss on his helmet.

His hands haltingly went to his head. He pulled his helmet off. You kissed his lips. They were soft and warm. He pulled you on top of himself. You looked at each other.

Smiling shyly, you mumbled, “Love you.”

Boba blinked, but responded, “I love you.”

You laid your head on his shoulder and brought a hand to his cheek. “Getting you for the Cause is too expensive, but having you is priceless,” you murmured.

He laughed, his chest heaving. “You’re what’s priceless.”

You snuggled into him and fell back to sleep.

**

Ch 2

[ringolino66]

de Opa, kam mal schön die Füße still halten

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[drea-46]

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"Ringo und Easy sind aus dem Häuschen, als Julius’ Adoptionstermin ansteht. Nur befindet sich Julius leider weit weg auf Klassenfahrt. " (14.06.2022; Text: RTL Passion)

Okay, wer erklärt mir den Bullshit der dann folgenden Tage????

[oc-cinematic-universe]

Tier list of who would eat raw meat (or just how cooked they like their steaks if they would eat steak)

canonically eats raw meat: amedeo. he's the only one! after getting stuck in his half demon form he's typically craving it and his body's still changed enough it's actually good for him. unfortunately he lives with someone that thinks its gross so he doesn't usually. in his full demon form that was his main food source, engel and vivian would just let him wander and feed himself so. yknow

would and can eat raw meat: orias, the deathspeaker

can but wouldn't eat raw meat: rhyka, elysium, wisteria, anthony

would but shouldn't eat raw meat: reverie, quest, julius

can technically eat raw meat even tho it will never provide any nutrional value due to how their body is formed, so would do it purely for the drama: dakota

cant and wont eat raw meat: pretty much everyone else

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Hitler with his staff at headquarters In June 1940, Hitler and his entourage were photographed at the Führer's headquarters. As far as is known, from left to right: SA Obergruppenfuhrer Wilhelm Brückner, OKH Adjutant Major Engel, Reich Press Chief Dr. Otto Dietrich, Hitler's doctor, Dr. Karl Brandt, Chief of the OKW Colonel-General Wilhelm Keitel, Luftwaffe Adjutant Major General [Karl] Bodenschatz, Adolf Hitler, Wehrmacht Adjutant Colonel Rudolf Schmundt, SS Adjutant SS-Group Leader Julius Schaub, Chief of the Wehrmacht Command Office in the OKW General Alfred Jodl, Adjutant Himmler and liaison to Hitler's SS -Group leader Karl Wolff, head of the party chancellery Reichsleiter Martin Bormann, Hitler's personal physician Prof. Dr. [Theo] Morell, Air Force Adjutant Captain von Below, Reich Photographer of the NSDAP Heinrich Hoffmann. The “Wolfsschanze”, a name coined by Hitler, was near the town of Ketrzyn, Warmińsko-Mazurskie Voivodeship (formerly Rastenburg, Allenstein District), Republic of Poland.

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Okay money hungry ringo giving all his money to find his husband. I can’t with these two. Ringo number one priority now is his family above all the money in the world.

Tell me about it

Ringo's character growth remains one of my favourite things about their whole arc. I love me a baddie but they rarely have a long shelf life in a soap setting. They either stay around long enough to become the equivalent of a pantomime villain* or they're out at the end of the storyline.

So of course Ringo had to change, had to grow, but there was no way we could have looked at the man making a deal with Huber to get Easy's kiosk and Beach bar and known that he would one day become the most devoted and driven husband and father. He didn't think he was capable of it so why would we?

The big thing about change is that it is always slow, done in increments. You may notice a bit of it in the day to day but they don't make the big jump from one end of the spectrum in the space of a week. Ringo was the man with the heart of stone, he didn't have friends. And, in order to get the kiosk, he had to play at being Easy's friend. Fake a HIV scare to activate Easy's heart and compassion and then he's in.

And then the friendship actually became real. Then the feelings crept in. Then he didn't want to go ahead with the scam and tried so hard to undo it. All these little steps, these choices that Ringo made to get him where we are now. Making that choice to fly to Morocco. Making that choice to ask Huber for money to get a helicopter. Making that choice to throw more money at it, every cent that he has and will ever have. All that matters is getting his husband back, of bringing their little family back together.

I honestly think that Ringo is scared about what kind of a dad he'd be without Easy. I think he's confident in him remaining a better man, that change is a little more permanent. Ringo opened his heart to Easy and formed strong relationships with his brother, Paco. Vivi... there is no way they would let him slide back into heart of stone mode and I don't think Ringo would dishonour Easy's memory like that. But being a dad? That's something else entirely. Not that Ringo couldn't do it, wouldn't do it alone. Wouldn't fight for the adoption even if the worst happened because that would be honouring Easy in the biggest way possible.

I think he feels like he still needs Easy for that. He feels like he has to have him because without his husband, his moral compass, his heart? Then who is Ringo Beckmann**?

Ringo was desperate to find Easy and bring him home for himself, because he wants a whole life with that man by his side not just shy of two years. He loves Easy so much that the mere concept of losing him rips him to pieces and has him breaking down in the lift to the concern of his brother and sister-in-law.

But then Julius tells Ringo to bring Easy home and now there's a promise that means more to him than his marriage vows. It's a promise to his son, to their son. I think that moment shocks him a little, that this promise invigorates him and spurs him on to do more, be more, give more. (What is parenthood if not a silent promise to a child that you will push whatever limits you felt you have in order to make their lives as amazing as possible?)

[Side note: that's why Easy eats the grasshopper. Because Imaginary Tobias gets him to think about Ringo, about Julius, and so of course he will do anything and everything to survive and get home to them.]

I did a meta about how 2017!Ringo would react to seeing 2021!Ringo and my response was that he would be thrilled. That is no longer correct. I think 2017!Ringo would be amazed, almost in disbelief at just how far he was willing to go for Easy. How money isn't even a consideration. How he refuses to listen to the guy from the embassy who is trying to be logical about Easy's chances, the helicopter pilot who doesn't think they can cover all the area they need to or that they won't find him...

2017!Ringo would look at his life, look at 2021!Ringo's life, and wonder how the hell he got from there to here. In four years Ringo's life has changed beyond all recognition but there is, at the heart of it all, still the Richard Beckmann we all know and were frustrated at. He's still driven and single-minded, he's still not letting anything stand between him and what he wants.

Only now it's a family. Richard Beckmann has fully traded the abstract concept of money for the richness that comes with being a husband and a father.

And I fucking love it.

*oh no they don't

**he's a lot of things, most of them are amazing.

[missringsy]