#and they're not wrong. this one's austrian

[izzymalec]

kafka (2024) – felice

Von einem gewissen Punkt an gibt es keine Rückkehr mehr. Dieser Punkt ist zu erreichen.

[rookienando]

our secret moments pt. ii | 𝓯. 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓸

pairing: fernando alonso x f!actress!reader, socmed!au

synopsis: you and fernando's rumored relationship isn't a rumor at all. pt. i

a/n: honestly have no clue if this is gonna have plot and an ending or i'm just writing blurbs because i can. ALSO, age gap mention, but y/n is in her late 20s

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f1 Some of last night's best dressed, the ladies in the paddock certainly slayed the house down at the Austrian Grand Prix! 🤩

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fernandoalo_official Always a joy to be in London 🇬🇧

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f1gossipaccount SPOTTED: F1 driver Fernando Alonso and actress Y/N last night in London ahead of the British Grand Prix. Guess the rumors weren't rumors at all, no? 👀

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fernandoalo_official Another year down, many more to go with you, vida mía ❤️

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f1 Found some of the paddock's lovebirds roaming in the Silverstone circuit ahead of the British Grand Prix!

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[onion-souls]

I'm seeing a lot of the "is Warhammer 40,000 fascist" discourse everywhere in the wake of Space Marine 2. And yeaaaah, it kind of is? Or at least, that's an acceptable reading of what's happening in the text.

There's the defense that it's a satire and the setting is horrible and nobody would want to live in it, but that's also in line with fascism. Authoritarians don't think the world is super nice and gentle and that they need to beat it into shape because they're big meanies that like being mean to people. The fascist thinks that the world is cruel, a war of all against all, and that one must be strong and disciplined to survive, because the outsider and the traitor are going to attack you, take your stuff, and cause your culture to degenerate. And that is what's happening in the setting. If the Imperium wasn't scouring planets and sacrificing people by the thousands to the emperor, humanity would definitely fall to the aliens and degenerate from within by Chaos. The Tyranids aren't exactly going to sit down at the negotiating table and sign off on a trade deal. Part of the universe prolapsed into hyperspace hell because the elvish sex-cults couldn't stop making dildos out of bees and children's bones. The Orks are creature of pure, gleeful warfare and hooliganism. Even the T'au are an other type of expansionist authoritarian, just lighter and weaker. The various rebels invariably work with an evil hivemind, mutating demons, or some subversive alien force. The enemies of the fascists deserve the bullet.

And that level of necessary violence is great as the setting of a wargame where I can put my dudes up against any other group of dudes and it makes sense for them to fight to the death. There's a lot of war games where that's a huge issue, particularly historicals where you end up having to recreate actual engagements because why would my Austrians be fighting your UK forces during a War of the Seventh Coalition Napoleonics game?

But there are implications.

And when the Imperium is portrayed as detrimental in its evil, the narrative is pitting the Imperium's various bureaucracies against one of the military factions, and yeah, that's actually how most right-wing fiction and politics view government. There's a strange mixture of love of the leader and disdain for the pencil-pushers and bean-counters who won't let the good guys get the job done. The narrative that the valiant soldier is being undermined and stabbed in the back by the cushy bureaucrats is ubiquitous in even center-right literature, let alone far-right. See John Clancy and his imitators.

And also they're cool. The overt humor of the Rogue Trader to 3e era is long gone. We're not to see the likes of Obiwan Sherlock Cluseau anytime soon. The fascist theocratic space crusaders are designed and portrayed as cool, and not pathetic and lame. Most satire portrays its targets as stupid, contemptible, misguided, and wrong. But the xenos are horrible in general and still dangerous and manipulative at best. Chaos will corrupt and/or drag your soul to Hell. Even when the human soldiers die by the droves, it's something dramatic and awesome against cool monsters and daemons and its a cosmic fight with space lasers and chainsaw swords and shuriken guns and psychic mind bullets. It's awesome. The male fantasy of dying in a bayonet charge against the forces of Hell with your mates. And your bayonet is a monomolecular chainsaw powered by faith in the Emperor. So fucking sick. It's the Truffaut Effect in action, and possibly at its worse, because nobody really wants their toy soldiers to be lame and boring.

So it's definitely there. Seeing it as a setting that's just universally horrible and contemptible is certainly valid (embracing "the Grimdark"), but a pro-fascist reading is also valid and rather hard to fight.

[two-white-butterflies]

drug (two) | toto wolff

Description: He meets his girlfriend's parents, and they don't like him. (age gap.)

Pairing: toto wolff/horner!reader

part one

"We're trending, and not for a good reason." you chuckled nervously, browsing through the thick of social media. Darn Twitter's post viewing limits, there were at least a million posts mentioning you. "Bad publicity is still publicity," Toto responded - closing his eyes in his inability to fight against rest.

"Hm, will you tell my father's publicist that?" you teased him and all color drained out of his face. He reached for his reading glasses on the bedside table, eyes slightly narrowing against the sharp light. "What is it about?" he groaned in an attempt to have a clear view of your phone. "-ever heard of dark mode?" he humored, slightly freezing when he sees the article's title.

"They make it seem like we're a divorced couple," he joked again, but it was clear that he was panicking. He hoped that nothing would come out of Christian. He prayed that his rival would learn to accept the change sooner than the media could get a wind of it - but nay, Toto was always a dreamer anyways. "Well, aren't you?" you giggled.

"I'll have this wiped off the face of earth," he mumbled to himself, reaching for his laptop hidden under the bed. "Gods I hate it when sports magazines push out this non-sports crap," you rolled your eyes - contemplating on whether or not you should message Christian. He was the only person that could fix this.

A sigh escapes your mouth. He wouldn't understand.

"How did you get rid of that article anyways?" George couldn't help but ask while taking the cooler out of the trunk. "I had to convince a close friend to buy the company," Toto sighed.

"I can't believe that we're living in a reality where Wolff-Horner babies are possible." Lewis chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. Gods, there were a million ways that this one could go wrong. "You're thinking way too far into the future," you chuckled - helping George carry the ice creams inside the house.

Christian half-expected his daughter to show up around Toto Wolff's arms, but he was more surprised to see the man show up alone. "Nice seeing you again," Geri smiled, welcoming the Austrian with arms open wide. "I wanted to bring Y/N but she feels under the weather." Toto reasoned for his daughter, but he already knew that it was some half-baked attempt to evade this dinner.

"Rainy seasons always make her sick." Geri sympathized. Christian shook his head in disbelief. No amount of clarity would ever make his wife believe that you were anything less of an angel. "I'm sorry for being late," the man apologized, sitting on the chair parallel them.

A waitress comes towards them with a menu, but Toto ignores the sheet of paper. "I'm not really here to have dinner. I wanted to inform you of something," he started with a tone that told Christian that he wasn't going to like where the conversation was going. "What is it?" he couldn't help but ask - taking a sip of his lemon water.

"She asked me to marry her." Toto began with a sad smile. "No, no fucking way." Christian shook his head. If this was Toto's way of inviting them to the wedding then the wedding wasn't fucking happening. "And I redirected her." he added and Geri let out a sigh of relief. You were too young for marriage.

"Because I knew that you didn't approve the both of us." he breathed, looking to the far horizon. Toto was a traditional man. He dreamt of a house in Beverly Hills or Bel Air - beside some hot shot producer - inside a house that seemed like a cleaning nightmare. He wanted a small family, a white picket fence with fun neighbors.

He'd be willing to let that go - all for you.

All for your family that didn't love him in return.

"Is this your way of trying to convince us? Y/N's had her turn of older billionaires in the past - they're all the same. I'm not letting her make the same mistakes again," he responded with courage.

Toto stood up - fiddling with his Patek Philippe watch.

"I want you to think about it, Christian. I really love your daughter."

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[l1li4n]

ok so i know i disappeared again. but i have thoughts about the austrian gp and yes specifically about that incident. whatever happened, was both of their faults. the ratio may be different but this is racing. things like this always happen. they're always going to happen. people saying that max should've let lando pass, are you actually being fr? do you what sport this is? if he let lando pass he might as well retire. and lando in the press saying that they'll be friends only if max apologies?? like lan, i love you but that's not "friendship" is it? look i'm not saying that it wasn't max's fault. it was. it was lando's fault too. just because he's a popular driver and the other is a "villain", all the hate is being funnelled towards the latter. and don't get me wrong i understand that lando was frustrated and that he was very disappointed. but again THIS IS RACING. stuff like this is always gonna happen. heck it happened in the last race. it happens in almost all races. basically it just made me sad that after the video of max saying lando is his best friend on track, lando goes on to say in the pen that'll they'll only remain friends if he apologies. when i think it's common knowledge that max struggles with friendships, especially on the grid.

(edit: one of my mutuals told me as to how what a lot of lando has said has been translated from here to there. from what i first saw and read people were saying how he wouldn't be friends with max if he didn't apologize. but that's not what he said. he said he would simply lose some respect. which again, in the moment, understandable.)

and also i do totally, totally understand lando's frustration. and whatever he said was probably in the heat of the moment. they'll talk it out and it'll be fine. stuff like this has happened before as well.

and congratulations to george, oscar and carlos ofc. this meant so much to carlos as the shitshow that was spain. and ofc it meant a lot to merc too after the win for lewis too last race. i'm glad they're somewhat getting it together.

THIS IS NOT SILLY SEASON Y'ALL THIS IS DIVORCE SEASON. THE GIRLS ARE CONSTANTLY FIGHTING.

i'm sure they're fine since they're, yk, ADULTS. we all should honestly stop with all the hatred towards both of them. it's stupid and childish.

[mads-nixon]

Meine Liebe

Dick Winters x Translator!Reader

Masterlist

Request: @flowers-and-fichte Hey! Thanks for the Chuckler headcanons! They're so cute! I've got another request :) it's BoB-related this time. Winters with a reader who is fluent in German and teaches him to speak it. And then one day he surprises her by speaking it (wedding proposal, just starts talking in it out of nowhere, whatever) to her and it's so freaking cute. Thanks! Take your time :)

A/N: i loved this concept!! thanks for the request! hbo owns the rights, and this is about the fictional portrayal of easy company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: none!

When (y/n) first signed up to be an intelligence translator for the Airborne, she had no idea what was in store for her. Jumping out of planes was expected, but what she couldn’t have expected was a red-headed man named Dick Winters. Nix introduced them in Aldbourne when she joined the company, and something about the Pennsylvanian struck her differently than the other men she’d met. Most eyed her warily, but the man she met that day flashed her a kind smile and a firm handshake, sending an unexpected warmth through her. 

“So you’re our new interpreter,” he stated, his polite eyes never leaving hers as he shook her hand.

(Y/n) nodded, her lips quirking into a grin. “Yes, sir. (Y/n) (y/l/n).

“Dick Winters,” he replied, releasing her hand after a few moments. “Welcome to Easy. Please let me know if you need anything.”

Before she could respond, Nix called out to her. “We’ve gotta get to battalion, come on.”

With a final nod to Winters, she saluted and turned on her heel, walking over to Lew who was sitting in the driver's seat of a jeep. “So, you met Dick,” he announced, shifting the jeep into drive. “Whatcha think?”

(Y/n) scoffed lightly as she gazed at the rows and rows of tents that lined the airfield. “I only spoke like two sentences to him, Lew.”

Luckily, Lew and (y/n) grew up in neighboring towns in New Jersey and knew each other through mutual friends. Everyone knew the Nixons for their nitration plant that was in Edison, but (y/n) knew the Nixon boy as the teenager who took her best friend to the prom and got so drunk that he threw up on her beautiful blue dress. Betty still hadn’t gotten over it by the time (y/n) left for basic. 

“No sparks flying yet?” he grinned, elbowing her shoulder playfully as he drove. “Give it time. I know it will.”

“What is wrong with you, Lewis?” she asked, her voice tinged with frustration. “I just met the guy! And we’re going off to war for Pete's sake, not some low-crawling pub where men are lined up to dance with me.”

Her job was to decode and translate intercepted German communications, as well as translate in the field and interrogate prisoners if need be. There were times when being the daughter of Austrian immigrants was awful, but other times, it came in handy. Without her parents teaching her their language, she wouldn’t be in her position in the Army. 

As the months passed in Aldbourne, (y/n) was swamped with intercepted communications, paperwork, and various intelligence reports. She rarely did anything other than work in her office, growing tiresome of the monotonous click-clack of the typewriter. What little time she did have outside the office was spent either visiting the Blue Boar with the other officers or quietly reading in the fields of wildflowers near her billet. 

The sun set perfectly on the lilies and colorful harebells, orchids, and cornflowers that were scattered among the grass. Any chance she got, she’d go lay out a blanket and get lost in the pages of “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn,” escaping the war as the words came to life in her mind. Time seemed to blur as the months stretched on in Aldbourne. 

With the follies of the Italian campaign, the Allies knew they had to try a different approach. Nixon and (y/n) had talked about the possible landing locations and tactics, but no plan was in motion quite yet. This did not stop them from preparing for the possibility. Easy’s training got increasingly realistic the further they got into 1944. By early February, Dick, Harry, and the other platoon leaders were brought in on the intelligence officers’ speculations. A few weeks later, (y/n) was working in her office when she heard a knock on the door.

“Come in,” she called, not looking up from her typewriter as she finished a translation.

The door creaked open, and in walked Dick who was wringing his hat between his hands, almost as if he was nervous. “Hi, (y/n). Sorry to disturb you.”

Hearing his voice, (y/n) looked up from the paper, a small smile forming as she took in his timid expression. “Hi, Dick. You’re not disturbing me,” she said, pointing to the large stack of papers on the corner of her desk. “These aren’t going anywhere.”

Dick clasped his hands behind his back and walked closer to the desk. “I wanted to ask you a favor.”

(Y/n) nodded, gesturing for him to sit in the extra chair beside her desk.

Dick sat down and continued. “Would you be able to teach me some basic German? I know that you are fluent in it, so-”

“Of course!” She interrupted, excitement lighting up her features. “I’d love to!”

Dick seemed surprised as he sheepishly smiled at her from across the desk. “It would be useful to know some phrases when we finally get into combat.”

“I think it’s a great idea.”

From that cold February day on, the pair met every Saturday night in (y/n)’s billet. Her host family, the Bennets, insisted on making a big family dinner every time (as large as they could with rationing), treating Dick as one of their own. (Y/n) watched from across the dining room table as he spoke to Mr. Bennet with a polite smile. The golden light from the setting sun filtered through the open blinds, highlighting the soft brown freckles that adorned his face. (Y/n) couldn’t help but admire his handsome features, a thought that she’d kept hidden mainly to keep Nix off her trail about the supposed ‘sparks’ that were supposed to fly between them at some point. 

“I was worried about you Yanks, but if they’re all like you lot, I think we’re in good shape,” Mr. Bennet laughed, scooping a forkful of roast into his mouth. 

Dick chuckled breathily, his eyes flitting to the (y/h/c) across from him, catching her staring red-handed. “Thank you, sir,” he replied, his face warming under her gaze. 

After the dinner table was cleared, they continued their weekly tradition, sitting across from each other once again. “These are pretty basic, but they’re important,” she began, her eyes locking with his. Repeat after me. ‘Guten Abend.’”

Dick listened carefully, his eyes drifting down to her lips before echoing her pronunciation. “Guten Abend.”

“Very good,” (y/n) praised, her smile growing. “Now how about ‘Bitte’ which means ‘please,’ and ‘Danke,’ which means ‘thank you.’   

“Next, let’s learn ‘Wie geht es Ihnen?” (y/n) said, her voice taking on a reassuring tone. “It means ‘How are you?’

As they repeated the words together, her beloved language created a unique connection between them that she never thought possible. It felt good to speak the language in situations other than wartime intelligence. As she taught Dick, she fell in love with her family’s native tongue all over again, but that love wasn’t the only thing blossoming in the cozy dining room.

Under the shade of a sturdy tree in the Bennet’s backyard, the late afternoon sun cast a glow over the yard. (Y/n) and Dick sat side by side, leaning against the trunk as they took a short break from their lesson.

(Y/n’s eyes began to droop, fatigue creeping in like a silent intruder. The lines of exhaustion were etched beneath her eyes, and Dick couldn’t help but notice her weariness. 

“Are you alright?” he asked gently, leaning closer to her, his brow furrowed in concern.

She sat up straighter, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. “Yeah, I’m just tired,” she admitted, her voice a soft murmur.

Dick turned to her with eyes filled with worry. “Up late doing translations?”

(Y/n) nodded, her shoulders sliming slightly. “Yes,” she sighed, leaning her head back against the hard tree bark. “We’re getting more and more communications every day. It’s hard to keep up.”

Seeing her struggle, Dick scooted closer to her and paused before gesturing to his lap. “Here,” he suggested, his tone gentle. “It’s more comfortable than a tree,”

A small, tired smile crossed (y/n)’s face as she responded with a weary, “Yes, sir,” She laid her head on his lap, peering up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. 

Dick felt a warm, protective swell of emotion as she nestled into his lap. Her presence, despite her exhaustion, brought a sense of peace and contentment he hadn’t realized he was missing. He could always show up at her door and have dinner like there wasn’t a war going on. Their routine had developed into what he looked forward to the most as the week went on. Any conversations they managed to have during their daily regimens and workload were filled with smiles and talks of the upcoming weekend, Saturday’s dinner menu, and other little things that reminded him of home. 

A soft pink tinge rose from Dick’s neck to his cheeks as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “Better?” he inquired, his voice a soothing, gentle rumble.

(Y/n) let out a contented sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she whispered, “Yes, thank you, Dick. I needed this.”

He watched over her with a mix of concern and affection, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on her shoulder. “You’ll work yourself to death in that office, (y/n).”

She squinted one eye open, her gaze focused on him. “I know,” she replied quietly, her voice tinged with desperation, “I can’t rest knowing my family is still stuck there, Dick.”

The lieutenant’s eyes saddened, his heart aching at the raw pain in her voice. He moved his hand from her shoulder to rub her hair back gently. “In Austria?”

(Y/n) nodded, her voice hushed and heavy with emotion. “Yeah,” she murmured, blinking to combat the tears that were filling her eyes. “My grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins…they all stayed. They’re still there, and we haven’t heard from them in almost a year.”

“So you’re doing this for them.”

“For them and all the other innocent people whose lives have been torn apart by Hitler,” she confessed, her voice wavering.

A tear trickled down the side of her cheek, and she felt a warm hand wipe it away gently. “I’m sure they wouldn’t want you to run yourself into the ground, sweetheart,” Dick murmured softly, the term of endearment slipping out before he could stop it. “When we finally do see action, you won’t be a hundred percent if you’re constantly running on fumes.”

She let out a shuddering breath, her emotions overwhelming her. (Y/n) sat up, shifting to bury her face into Dick’s shoulder, finding comfort in his embrace. His arms encircled her, pulling her into his side as he rubbed his hand soothingly along her back.

“Please take care of yourself. If not for them, do it for me. Please,” he whispered into her hair.

As the evening sun bathed them in a warm light, (y/n) pulled back from their embrace, her tear-filled eyes glistening with gratitude and adoration. She gazed into Dick’s calming, emerald-green eyes, vulnerability seeping from her. His eyes mirrored her intensity, and a soft, affectionate smile played on his lips. With her heart pounding in her chest, (y/n) brought her hand up to his cheek, her fingers tracing the contours of his skin with a gentle, trembling touch.

Their eyes met, and in that silent exchange, a powerful connection was forged. Slowly and with a sense of natural ease, she pulled him closer, guiding him toward her. Dick, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected tenderness of her actions, felt the soft, deliberate pressure of (y/n)’s lips against his. Their lips met, and their connection deepened as their mouths moved together, a tender and affectionate expression of their feelings. Their kiss was a gentle exchange of affection, an unspoken testament to the emotions that had quietly grown between them.

As (y/n) and Dick pulled back from their tender kiss, their actions spoke volumes in the quiet of that moment. Their lips slowly parted, the sensation of their kiss still lingering in the air like a sweet, unspoken promise. They looked into each other’s eyes, their gazes locked in a lingering connection that was filled with understanding. (Y/n) inched back slightly, her touch soft and tender as her fingers gently brushed over the freckles on Dick’s cheek as she withdrew from their intimate embrace. 

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice a gentle murmur, sniffling slightly as she rested her forehead against his. Dick’s heart raced, and he could feel her warm breath on his face. 

“They’ll be proud of you. I’m sure of it.”

MAY 7, 1944: BERCHTESGADEN, AUSTRIA

(Y/n) reclined on a wooden, sun-soaked deck chair, gazing out at the breathtaking landscape of the Bavarian Alps that stretched before her. The mountains stood tall and majestic, their peaks kissing the cloudless sky. She felt a sense of awe at the natural wonder surrounding her.

Harry sat at the end of her chair, and Ron and Nix were sitting on the one beside them, all three drunk as a skunk. Their voices filled the air with drunken excitement, and their ramblings brought a wide smile to (y/n)’s face.

Nix groaned in good-humored frustration, raising his fingers in a futile attempt to count off the main leaders of the Nazi party. “Hitler, Hitler…no.”

Rolling his eyes, Ron chimed in, his voice louder as they spoke over each other, creating a chaotic atmosphere. “Hitler, Himmler, Goering-”

“And Goebbels,” Harry finished, his grin infectious as he completed the list.

(Y/n) couldn’t help but laugh heartily, tears gathering in her eyes as she watched her friends stumble through their banter. The joy of the moment, the beauty of the scenery, and the relief from no constant action and danger all combined to create a warmth in her heart that was impossible to contain.

“I’m so glad I get to see this,” she wheezed between fits of laughter, her hand clutching her stomach as another wave of cackles escaped her. 

The sound of footsteps made her turn, and she saw Dick approaching with Lip. She smiled at him, her heart beating slightly faster when he returned a wink. 

“Hey, Adolf! Love your Eagle’s Nest,” Harry yelled, standing up wobbly and grabbing Dick’s shoulders. “I hope you don’t mind. We made ourselves at home. Love what you’ve done with the place here.”

(Y/n) chortled again, earning an amused look from Dick, who found the whole situation hilarious. But he had more important news to share.

Welsh grabbed a bottle of champagne and held it out for the major. “Hey, have a drink. Come on. Just so we can say we saw you do it,” he implored, staring for a moment as Dick didn’t respond. 

Smirking, (y/n) rose from her chair and gracefully pushed the bottle back toward Harry as she moved to stand between him and Dick. “You drink it, Welshy.”

Welsh retracted his hand, standing there for a moment like a pouting child, while Dick, who had patiently waited, pulled out a sheet of paper. He cleared his throat and started to speak, his gaze warm as he looked down at (y/n) beside him. “Listen up. From Corps, it just came in. Effective immediately, all troops standing fast on present positions.”

Nix rested his hands behind his head as he lay on the chair with a smirk. “Standing fast.”

Ron, his usually sharp eyes now glazed over from the alcohol, looked up and asked. “What does that mean?”

(Y/n) ran a hand down her face with a giggle. Her laughter was infectious, and the group chuckled, with Dick’s laughter being the loudest. His smile was the widest she’d seen in months, and the sight stirred something within her. 

“Do you want to hear it?” he asked the group as he wrapped an arm around (y/n)’s shoulder. 

Harry nodded, grunting in reply, and Dick repeated the sound, raising an eyebrow at the man. “Are you ready for it? Listen up, the German Army surrendered.”

The news sent a sudden hush through the group, and the jovial atmosphere vanished, replaced by a solemn and reverent feeling that settled inside each of them. (Y/n) looked up at Dick, her eyes widened in disbelief.

“Really?” she whispered, her voice filled with hope.

Dick nodded and squeezed her shoulder softly. “Yeah, sweetheart. They did.”

In that instant, she couldn’t contain her joy. She flung her arms around his shoulders, squealing happily, and he snaked his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly. The weight of the past years seemed to lift, replaced by a hope of peace in Europe for people like her family who were caught in the crossfire of war. As they pulled back from their hug, the sheer happiness of the moment made (y/n)’s eyes glisten with tears. Around them, the other officers were clapping each other on the back and expressing their own gratitude that victory in Europe had been achieved.

With a soft smile, Dick placed a hand on her lower back and led her to a farther part of the balcony, giving them privacy from prying eyes. He could see the curiosity in her eyes and as they found a quiet corner, he spoke in a hushed tone. “I got word today, (y/n). About your family.”

Her eyes widened in anticipation, and her heart raced. “My family? Where are they? She asked, her voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear. 

Dick placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, offering her the support she needed to hear the news. “They’re alive, (y/n). They’re living in Salzburg.”

The emotion she’d swallowed down came flying back, and tears welled up in her eyes again as her voice trembled with relief. “Salzburg? Oh, thank God,” she croaked.

(Y/n) couldn’t hold back her emotions any longer, and the tears streamed down her face as she wrapped her arms around Dick, hugging him tightly once again. It was a cry of pure relief, a release of tension that had gripped her heart for so long. 

Dick held her close, his own emotions stirred by the moment. He could feel her relief, his arms wrapped around her as he gently stroked her back. The news also meant that they were one step closer to going home. One step closer to spending the rest of their lives together.  

In the midst of the moment, (y/n) looked up at Dick, a radiant smile breaking through her tears. Her soft voice was barely more than a whisper as she spoke. “I love you, Dick.”

Their eyes locked in a tender, unspoken understanding as Dick leaned down to cup her cheek, his thumb gently brushing away a tear. “I love you, too, (y/n).”

The mountains of Berchtesgaden stood as silent witnesses to what was about to transpire. It was the perfect setting for a moment they would cherish forever. As they stood there, Dick took (y/n)’s hand in his, his gaze unwavering as he looked deep into her eyes. With a smile, he began to speak…but it wasn’t English.

“Meine Liebe, du weißt, ich bin nicht der Beste im Umgang mit Worten, aber ich liebe dich mehr als das Leben selbst. Ohne dich hätte ich das nicht überstanden und ich möchte nie wieder ohne dich sein,” he began, his heart pounding in his ribcage.

My love, you know I'm not the best with words, but I love you more than I love life itself. I wouldn't have gotten through this without you, and I don’t want to be without you ever again.

(Y/n) looked at him, her eyes widening in surprise and joy. She blinked in disbelief, her heart skipping a beat.

“Willst du meine Frau werden?” Dick continued.

Will you marry me?

A gasp escaped (y/n)’s lips as tears continued to trickle down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe what was happening, and her heart swelled. Dick got down on one knee, his eyes filled with a softer determination than the one she saw in his eyes on the battlefield. He reached into his OD pocket and pulled out a small, elegant ring.

In a voice filled with emotion, he asked, “Möchtest du mein leben mit mir teilen?”

Will you share your life with me?

Tears streamed down (y/n)’s face as she nodded vigorously, unable to speak through her overwhelming joy. She held out her hand, and Dick slid the ring over her finger. It fit perfectly, just as they did in each other's lives.

With a smile that held all the love in the world, he whispered, “Ich liebe dich.”

I love you.

With the golden rays of the setting sun casting a warm, enchanting glow on the balcony, Dick stood up from one knee and pulled (y/n) into a gentle, affectionate embrace. The light from the setting sun illuminated their features, turning their silhouettes into a work of art against the breathtaking backdrop. Their kiss was tender and sweet, filled with the promise of a future together.

Their actions were delicate and filled with longing. Dick’s arms enveloped (y/n) as he kissed her, his fingers brushing softly against her cheek, and (y/n) responded with more fervor, deepening the kiss. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers clutching his uniform as if grounding herself in the reality of the moment. The hand on her cheek threaded into her hair and pulled her impossibly closer. 

With huge smiles on their faces, (y/n) and Dick pulled back from their kiss. The moment was perfect. However, their intimate moment was suddenly interrupted by a chorus of whistles and cheers coming from the adjacent balcony. Ron, Harry, Lip, and Nix watched on as the couple got engaged. They exchanged glances and held hands as they made their way toward the cheering men.

Nix hugged Dick and slapped him on the back, his expression a mix of humor and satisfaction. “Now if I remember correctly, some wise guy called this the first time you two met…oh wait, that was me.”

Dick’s brows furrowed in confusion, and he turned to his fiance for clarification. “What?”

Rolling her eyes playfully, (y/n) leaned into his side, patting his chest lightly. “Back in Aldbourne, Lew just thought that, and I quote, ‘sparks would fly’ between the two of us.

“Well, I’m so glad they did,” Harry laughed, holding up a wad of cash in front of him. “I’m a rich man now.”

The major blinked at Harry, his amusement evident. “How am I not surprised you bet on us?” 

“You think that’s all we bet on?” Ron slurred, sprawled out on a chair with his eyes closed. “We also bet on when-”

Thankfully, Lip stepped in to stop the Captain, who appeared to be thoroughly drunk. “Alright. Let’s get you to bed, sir.”

(Y/n) grinned, admiring Dick’s features above her. “Where did you learn all of that?” she asked. “Because I’ve never taught you anything that complex.”

“A man never tells his secrets,” he replied, kissing her temple lovingly.

“It was Liebgott, wasn’t it,” she chuckled, raising an eyebrow at him. “Cause only Joe knows that much German other than me.”

“Well,” Dick began, “There’s a lot more where that came from.”

“Oh really, Major Winters. Care to enlighten me?”

He sighed, “Nope. I’ve been practicing that for months. It’s all I’ve got.” 

“Then it’s a good thing you’ve got the best teacher by your side for the rest of your life, huh?”

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[ghouldtime]

Hello again! Since you said that you HC König to be Styrian, do you think he'd be the kind of person to sometimes speak his dialect with reader to tease them a little? The dialect is kinda hard to understand for people, who only speak High German (the German you find in texts and the one you're taught at school and stuff). Because I speak with a dialect as well and I'd love nothing more than to banter with König in our Austrian dialect together! Of course, there's a thousand dialects in Austria! So, someone from Styria has a hard time understanding someone from Vorarlberg, but still! (Also, because I HC him from the southern part of Styria, I like to imagine he "barks" a little when he speaks! It's gotten better as he grew up, but when he gets drunk he still barks, which makes it harder to understand him! It's really hard to understand some people from southern Styria >.< Are we allowed to share our own HCs with you? I just thought it'd make sense since I am Austrian! Not trying to sound entitled or anything, of course! But I just love giving him HCs of things I'm familiar with :>)

Anyway, sorry for the long ask! Have a nice day! ^^

💚💚💚💚💚 HELLLLOO it's great to see you back again :D I hope you're doing well! Also prefacing this with I'm an American so I'm admittedly not the most well versed in everything Austrian! I do put in my research and know some but I haven't even been there so if I'm ever wrong, absolutely feel free to correct me (I try my best not to be totally ignorant)

To answer your question simply in one word: ABSOLUTELY. Caps, bold, and all.

Naturally, his default IS his dialect. That's what he grew up speaking, that's what he learned, that's what sounds the most correct to him. Yes, it's not the standard, but it's HIS standard.

If reader doesn't know his dialect or if he's going out of his way to be a bit of a little shit, he'll be teasing about it - he's got a sense of humor (as unconventional as it might be). Assuming reader is learning German, he of course will still be helpful with teaching! He'll speak the "textbook" standard, but he's still slipping his dialect in, especially if they're catching onto what he's saying and he wants to make a sly comment.

What did he just say? Oh, nothing, you'll figure it out :) .... eventually, in due time.... and maybe a few post it notes in your text books there...

If they already know German, he'll pretty much insist on his dialect and will maybe speak a bit slower if you're lucky. But he'll talk so much if he likes you, you'll catch on - sooner or later (all apart of his masterplan). He's far more comfortable speaking German so he naturally adopts a faster talking pace too to match

Side note Dialects are SO interesting. One of my pals is Norwegian and he'd look me dead in the eyes and switch to another dialect whenever I understood him. Frustrating, actually pretty hilarious, and gives me MORE incentive to learn and to try and figure it out. How a single language can vary so differently from place to place in the same country is very interesting to see and hear alike

(Also you're absolutely welcome to share head cannons with me anytime!! 💚💚💚 I love hearing them and I love seeing that people can relate and have their own experiences to add. It really adds depth when we know we're never getting more than the bare minimum and it's not entitled at all its so nice to hear these little details)

I'm absolutely on board with that head cannon and support it FULLY in every sense of the word. That's 110% HIM. Since he wasn't much of a talker as a kid too I think it certainly was much more pronounced for that reason before it lessened as he grew up, and especially had more exposure to his peers.

I adore niche head cannons like this, it's my bread and butter. Because you KNOW we'd not get that level of love and attention to detail with or from the game alone and it's just adding that extra pizzazz, that extra depth that he deserves

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 If you don't mind, I'll adopt that for him because it's so perfect??? It's so him I just love the idea so so so much

[theladysherlock]

"What's wrong with that critter?" Came a voice from behind her. "Sounds like it's talking German."

Deryn sighed as she picked up the lizard. "Yes, Miss Rogers. One of Alek's men is working down there. That's a Clanker engine, after all."

"And you understand German?"

"Well enough. I've worked with Master Klopp for more than two months now."

"What a fine coincidence! You've got a German fellow working on your engine that just broke down!"

"Master Klopp is Austrian!"

1. Good lord has Deryn really only known the Clankers for two months?? It feels so much longer, partially because of how much they've been through but also partially because I've taken ten months to go through these books (so far).

2. It's wild how quickly Adela Rogers knows what her story is, and the story is that Alek and his men are secret saboteurs. She keeps bringing it up, and even later in the book she insists that they're trying something. I think part of it is trying to cover her ass after what Hearst pulled, but even so. Ma'am. Look at Alek. This boy has never done anything wrong in his whole life. Why would you say this.

3. Once again Deryn is forced to work with an adult who refuses to listen to anything she has to say. Even after Miss Rogers calls her the bell captain, she doesn't really listen to her. C'mon now.

[cjkie22]

A non-exhaustive list of why you should listen to hit dirtbag boyband Bears in Trees:

their music is really amazing. you'll love it.

especially if your Spotify wrapped was on the pov: indie side of things

and even if it wasn't.

songs for every emotion

absolutely beautiful lyrics

sometimes these lyrics make sense. sometimes they don't. that's part of the fun.

songs about platonic love !!!!!

songs for the queers! the aros! the aces! the enbies! the trans community!

my dad likes them. doesn't sound like a lot, but it's an achievement.

(more underneath the break)

iain (bass/vox/lyrics) has "ginger" tattooed on the back of their head. if that isn't iconic I don't know what is.

on the note of iain, they were the first person i was aware of that used they as a pronoun, and that changed my life

they have a discord server! it's a really lovely community. i am not biased in the slightest. (discord.gg/sandbox) (https://discord.com/invite/thesandbox) (i will personally send you an invite i don't actually know what the link is)

they should DEFINITELY be on the heartstopper soundtrack

if I'm remembering correctly in the tiktok where they said they should be on the heartstopper soundtrack, they also said 3 out of 4 of them were in some way queer. seems like a good thing to me.

they opened for you me at six earlier this year. it was my first time seeing them live. and WOW.

I met some of my best friends through this band. I'm not joking; big shout out to the mojo dojo castle house, I'll never forget that weekend.

they're hilarious on the internet

you might cry at several of their songs for a million different reasons

BearBerry records

they have a tumblr blog @/bearsintreesofficial (iirc). I'm not gonna tag them but

BiT gigs are a safe space. I may have almost fainted at my last one (new cross inn, August 2023) but I've never met so many kind strangers and genuinely lovely people

merch is super comfy and really cute.

it gives stardew valley and animal crossing (trust me I'm right)

after the new cross gig (sweatiest gig in the world), despite surely being exhausted, callum (uke/keys/vox) took my bereal and i got my mini lesbian flag signed by them all

I turned out not to be a lesbian, which possibly makes it funnier, but the flag is stuck on my wall still

cryptids would LOVE their band

dash.

there's also a community minecraft server for discord members

BiT postcards !!!!

gosh and the bit stickers

they covered stick season on an Instagram live

they also do the funniest twitch streams

iain and the mountain

the raccoon email address

george (drums/production) is elite. the drum fills in doing this again? iconic. also has a specific really cool shirt I want to steal

wedding. dress. tiktok.

callum doesn't wear shoes on stage. apparently this was common knowledge but it sure surprised me at new cross.

the austrian soft drinks advert

iain make up looks

callum plays the flute. I want to say classically trained flautist but i may be wrong.

none of them have EVER bribed any members of law enforcement

their songs are very tattooable

talking of tattoos, nick (lyrics/guitar/saw him play the uke on stage once) has L + R tattooed on his forearms (iirc). absolute genius and I am stealing it when I get more of my patchwork sleeve done

iain releases solo music to under the name pet yeti. it's ethereal. callum also plays flute on one of them.

trumpet joe

the four of them never look like they are dressed for the same event

someone once edited the bears in trees wiki page to say that Ryan Ross was in their band

silly geese

that time we got singing? poetry? performance art? of THAT harry potter fanfiction

according to tiktok, iain and nick once had to sneak into their own show because they were underage

nurby

I have a video in the depths of my camera roll of them covering Mama by My Chemical Romance on a twitch stream

sonick

all of them give me gender envy at different times

their newest single (bart's bike) features banjo

patreon content

yelling it gets better with a room full of people was a healing experience.

tilly

modern baseball and fall out boy adjacent in my brain

if you like bears in trees you're automatically hot and really cool

they did a song with noahfinnce and its really super good

callum also featured on a myriad song which is also really super good

bit songs feel like coming home. they feel like hot chocolate and a blanket on a cold night. they feel like a warm hug. they feel like surviving and falling in love with life again and overcoming the worst things. they feel like victory, because you didn't think you'd make it to adulthood. but I'm 20 now. and I'm still here. I've almost graduated uni. and that's what bears in trees feels like.

all of their songs!!!! amazing!!!!

please feel free to add to this list. I'm taking suggestions.

[heartshapedbubble]

Hi love. Hope you're doing well. I was wondering if you would be ok with some general Frederick and/or Helena headcanons for the birthday requests. Hope you have a nice day and thank you for your content 🥰💕💕

hello and i am, thank you sm! 💓💓 you've just requested both of my faves (for the first time too on here too) so who am i to deny🤲

helena adams and frederick kreiburg general/random hcs👁🎼

helena adams👁

first of all, i hc her as american (not CAWWWW MURICA🦅💥🦅💥🦅💥 (well now that i think about it...) american, but rather mid-atlantic accent american. yeah. the early 20th century american) and obviously quite short, standing around 158cm (~5'2") and being of a bit chubbier, pear shaped build

i'd say that she's a pretty picky eater honestly. she really likes eating sweet foods and is used to the food that's generally on her repertoire at home, so eating out makes her feel a bit anxious since it's a whole different way of preparing food (and whole different dishes/meals, after all) and she's worried that it might have the wrong texture and that it's not going to taste as well as it does at home. she'll always give it a try before judging it though!

it's been made quite obvious in the previous hc but helena loves routine and needs it to function. she only feels completely calm once all the furniture in the house is at the same place it usually is and when her duties/tasks are organized throughout the day. although the manor forced her to adjust to an unpredictable lifestyle, she kept on doing some of the "rituals" she did at home to feel more at ease

definetly has gotten education in the music field! poetry and music go hand in hand, so i'm sure she at least had singing lessons or listened to a lot of classical music growing up. she is very knowledgeable on the topic and can quickly analyze any given composition

prone to meltdowns when she's very, very upset. she bottles it up 99% of the time and hides it well, but sometimes she just snaps and it results in a very self-destructive meltdown. she's a calm person in reality, so if you've managed to anger her you seriously had to fuck up BIG time

she dislikes getting any pity because of her disability, she knows that once her teacher and her father pass away she'll have to be able to stand up and fight for herself. and hell, she has been living like this since infancy, she's prepared for a lot of situations! might occassionally accept some gentlemanly aid, but anything else is a no, thank you. despite her short stature she is incredibly stubborn and strong willed, never giving up even when it seems the most reasonable option

frederick kreiburg🎼

slim and of proper posture, frederick stands at 175cm (~5'9") tall and is of austrian descent

very paranoid about cleanliness and keeping everything tidy, refusing to take off his gloves unless necessary

he likes piercings very much! has a double helix piercing on one ear, an industrial on the other and snake bites, he's not sure why he's so fond of them but it's probably because they're (usually) not very flashy, easy to remove and safe (as long as the piercer is experienced)

very thick body hair/hair in general and has a greek nose!

not incredibly talkative, and when he does talk he often drifts away mid conversation and gets easily disturbed by the background noises or chatter - has a very light lisp and sometimes struggles with pronouncing english words as it's his second language and he was forced to learn it during his homeschooling program, fred's kind of insecure about it so it's one of the reasons he doesn't talk a lot

uses a cane to support himself as he limps, the reason behind it is that some other health problems of his built up over time and resulted in him struggling to walk and becoming exhausted quickly - being frail and sickly all of his life took a serious toll on him and his mental health, constantly making him paranoid about becoming seriously ill and even resulting in a lot of early gray hairs

[amypihcs]

Hello humans and statisticians!! First part of illustrious client! The comments were written while i was recovering by one of my worst headaches so... yep. trying to give myself as many happy chemicals as possible.

LET'S BEGIN! With a VERY PERSISTENT Watson that still in 1925 as he's stroking Holmes' hair and just generally cuddling him asks if he can publish this story.

AND HE SAID YES, GUYS! Watson asked for TEN YEARS. When he asked Holmes if he would marry him it only took ten seconds for Holmes to answer by kissing Watson silly. THIS. Is a couple goal.

Anyway, let's see what happened -stirs hot chocolate milk-

Uhm, don't you say, Watson, you both? And you have your favorite nook? AAh. 'Long, thin, nervous arm' check. Flirting by Watson check. Burritoed Holmes check.

Now what is in that envelope?

A CLIENT! and an important one! Both our husbands know him, apparently, he's a household name.

Of course, my dearest, it's OUR case. Now DO kiss me, Watson. I want this matter out of my head until 4:30 -Holmes who had been staring at his husband just as much as Watson.

liar.

You had to write this to make up with the scenes UP. I do believe you are in practice again, but there's no WAY IN HELL that you're not living with your husband after he pratically asked you to bugger him at the turkish baths.

Well, guy arrives at Baker Street in good time. A nice impression already.

He was prepared to find Watson, he thinks he'll be important for the case. He ticks all of the boxes Holmes requires to behave in his best way! Good!

W: See Holmes CAN be polite... mfg H: -SMOOCH- If people are polite to my Watson.

SO an austrian murder! Good, good! (Is Moran alive? bah!) What's he up to?

I LIKE this guy. he has good priorities! Holmes agrees as well!

W-what? No client's name? NO, I WON'T PLAY THIS GAME!

'Client': -puppy eyes- may i... please tell you the facts? H: k. I promise nothing.

PROCEEDS TO TRY AND ATTRACT HOLMES TO THE CASE. (That tactic would've worked better on Watson, but this is good.) AND WHAT THE HELL. Sexism. bah! Bonking them, at least apparently this girl is (usually) a nice one-

And now, in good substance...

Holmes... I see what you're trying to do. But you're wrong this time. It's not the general but a friend. Please don't investigate on IT (They'll do it in their free time in sussex. or on vacation -wink-)

WELL, HOLMES LIKES THIS CASE! ACCEPTED!

now, infoinfoinfo!

Holmes you don't need to sound so admired. Really, my man. Well, byebye, need to think!

-proceeds to dissociate for half an hour-

Earth to Holmes? Ah Watson! Ideas?

tbh Watson's idea isn't an evil one. But Holmes is more logic and he's probably right! Well, do you have a solution, Holmes?

Of course, my friend Johnson! Ah, the criminal one? YES, dear readers, Holmes HAS friends in the underworld. What, they're USEFUL! And probably know a lot of good places to have a relaxing evening!

fast-forward to the evening! Holmes is getting them to dinner at their favorite place!

So they dine and Holmes updates Watson! And then lets a thing slip...

And Watson gets ANXIOUS AND PROTECTIVE!

H: I'm sorry, love, i didn't tell you not to worry you, you know me W: You were in DANGER Holmes, are you alright? H: Of course i am, i'll tell you what happened

What was basically two men trying to scare each other away. Gruner gets very physical with the threats. He's used to have his enemies attacked... Holmes is NOT SCARED AT ALL! You kidding?

He recognizes the danger of course. And now wants cuddles because he was really a good detective. And wants to stay near Watson!

[nyhne]

I know you said you’re actively working on the RR prequel and the fox fic, but do you have any snippets or notes for the Olympics AU and/or the ballet dancer/musician fic? I’m just imagining Gil as a prima donna and now I need more….

Haha it's still fun to talk about them even if they're kinda shelved projects at the moment. There's a part of me that'd love to continue the Olympics AU, but to be honest it's more research than I'd really want to get into.

Snippets under the cut.

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((Roderich is a well-known alpine skier, Gil is a speed skater, Ludwig is the goalie of the German hockey team, and Francis is also an alpine skier))

Gilbert’s confident swagger deflated as soon as he reentered the building, tossing a crumbled paper on the table as he plopped himself down in his chair.

“Did you give him your number?” Francis asked after exchanging looks with Ludwig.

Gilbert groaned. “I chickened out. And things had been going pretty well, too,” he groused.

Francis clucked his tongue sympathetically, offering a few pats to Gilbert’s shoulder. “I did warn you that he is a tricky one, that Roderich. You saw how he resisted even my charms!”

“Like that’s hard to do,” Gilbert snorted, ignoring the other’s offended gasp. He groaned again and slithered down until his forehead hit the table, feeling his coat pull up in the back. “Are you sure he’s not straight, even?”

“Speak up, darling- you know I don’t like it when you mumble.”

Gilbert lifted his head and glared at the blond. “I said, are you sure he’s not straight?” he repeated. “Just because you poncy fashion types have a good gaydar that doesn’t mean I trust you,” he grumbled, sitting back in his seat.

“Excuse you, my gaydar is superb!” Francis sniffed. “Have I ever failed you or Ludwig?” he challenged.

Next to him, Ludwig’s cheeks flushed pink and he looked around, making sure nobody in the sleepy athlete’s lounge had heard them. “Francis, perhaps you should keep your voice down…” he muttered.

Gilbert snorted intrusively before Francis could reply, sitting up straighter as he leaned toward the table. “No brother of mine should be embarrassed over being gay, didn’t I tell you that, Luddy? I don’t care what these stupid Russians say- like hell if it’s any of their business who you’re fucking!” he said heatedly.

“Gilbert!”

“Well it’s true!” he scowled. “Putin can fuck himself in the ass, for all I care.”

“Now Gil,” Francis cautioned. “That is rather tasteless, don’t you think?”

“Hey! Whose side are you on?” Gilbert glared, standing up. They’d begun to attract stares again, including a few less-than-kind ones from the Russian service people. Gilbert continued to ignore them. “Forget it. I’m heading back to the room.”

He looked down at the wadded up phone number on the tabletop for a moment before decisively snatching it back in his hand. Just because stupid-pretty-Austrian hadn’t worked out, that didn’t mean there weren’t others. And the bar was free.

“Gilbert, really now, you are becoming quite worked up over a miscommunication,” the Frenchman tried to soothe but Gilbert had already made up his mind and was out the door, the paper balled up in his fist.

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((And here's the ballet AU; this one feels a lot cringier to post bc it's like a 10+ year old fic I wrote on my phone but y'know lol Prima donna indeed...))

The first note was rich and powerful, everything it should have been and Roderich could let out a sigh of relief, knowing that everything he'd practiced would go according to plan. And there was a bit if smugness to it, too. For the past week the dancers had done nothing but criticize the orchestra's performance- a practice that wasn't uncommon to the musicians with this troop, but unappreciated nonetheless- but Roderich knew there was no way they could find fault with this performance. Maybe that would shut them up for the rest of the rehearsal period. 

As it were, he was to be proven wrong, and not five seconds after the conductor had him the cue, a rough, accented voice shouted, "/Stop the fucking music!/"

Roderich's head jerked back in surprise, his horsehair now making a jarring sound against the strings. Loud, angry German could be heard from the stage above and the orchestra was muttering among itself, patience obviously wearing thin as they were interrupted for the umpteenth time that day. Roderich lowered his instrument and frowned, glancing up to where his conductor was standing, mumbling something under his breath that didn't sound too friendly. 

"What could it possibly be this time?" Roderich voiced the question aloud, wondering what tiny detail could have possibly caught the performers' attention this time. 

The conductor shook his head and looked at the violinist with a rather aggravated expression, replying bluntly, "You."

"Me?" Roderich blinked in surprise. "What did I-"

Before he could properly respond, there was the sound of rapid footsteps down the stairs and a man stormed into the pit area, still in full attire. "You," the man said, and his eyes- a startling deep bronze color- blazed behind his words. "What the hell do you think you're playing at, playing that shit?" 

Roderich recognized him as the lead dancer in the production, a male ballerina with art nouveau pale-blond hair and the most intense color of eyes Roderich had ever seen to match. He had a heavy accent, German, definitely, but with a harder edge that reminded Roderich of the time his family vacationed in Berlin. Although he'd seen the man before, it had always been from afar, the dancers rarely mingling with the pit musicians. And now he was marching toward Roderich, eyes narrowed and his finger pointed accusingly in Roderich's direction. 

"Ex-Excuse me?" Roderich sputtered, trying to not let himself look bothered when the other walked right into his personal space, standing a good few inches above Roderich's own height. 

"You heard me," the man snapped. "What was that scheisse you just played?"

Roderich blinked. "You- are you talking about my solo?" he frowned. 

The dancer- Roderich thought he rem free the lead's name being Gilbert?- snorted derisively. "Ja, that is exactly what I am talking about," he said in a tone that was almost mocking. "You trying to play games or are you really just that bad?"

Roderich felt his blood boil and he managed, "Excuse me? How- /How dare you!/ My performance was nothing but perfectly fine before you interrupted it. There was no reason for you to stop in the middle and-"

"You were playing it /wrong/, Dummkopf!" Gilbert interrupted. "Did you not read the script or did you think nobody would notice if you just went and played whatever the fuck you want, huh? Because fuck what the composer wanted, it doesn't matter! Fuck if there are people here who are trying to put on an actual production instead of catering to what one little violinist thinks it should be!"

[mcmorare]

THINGS YOUR MUSE WILL NOTICE.

looks. katrina has a bit of a more athletic build, not buff by any means but toned. some visible muscle. not especially curvy. her skin is light, and there aren't a lot of freckles - though, in the summer she may get a few more light ones. hair is dark brown, and naturally a bit wavy, but said waves are weak enough that they nearly disappear if you run a hairbrush through them a few times (they're the most visible a few hours after a shower). her eyes are deep brown, with some warmth to them in color, but not necessarily in expression. her resting expression tends to be somewhat detatched, if leaning slightly towards the side of aloof.

taste. she drinks coffee and/or tea most days, often coffee in the morning and tea throughout the day. she also has a taste for fruits, particularly ones that are a bit tart - blackberries are her favorites.

smell. katrina doesn't have a particularly strong scent, and she usually doesn't wear any sort of perfumes or colognes (though, when she does, she tends to prefer colognes to perfumes). she tends to smell a little bit like the woods, like plants and trees and earth - a byproduct of all the time she spends out there and all the plants she lives with. there's also often a hint of wood, maybe a hint of sawdust, from her whittling (especially in her thg verse). her shampoo and conditioner smell like almond and shea butter, and she has a lotion she uses sometimes that smells like chamomile. she might also smell a little bit like coffee.

sound. in english, she tends to talk at an even pace, unless she's excited, angry, or nervous. then she talks a bit faster. (when speaking german, she also speaks a little faster.) naturally, she does have an austrian accent, but in her main verse she's learned a number of accents for her training and tends to mask with the general accent of wherever she is (if she's in america, she'll sound american, britain, british, etc.). she isn't really a soft talker - sometimes it feels like she's not soft at anything - but her voice is… easy. call it confidence, call it a byproduct of growing up with a small town dialect, but she tends to talk smooth. not necessarily in the suave, flirty way, her voice is just steady. sure. anger can make it sharper. when her voice starts to sound shaky, something is really wrong. it's just a bit on the deeper side for women.

feel. she's collected a number of scars and callouses over the years, particularly on her hands and arms. her skin isn't particularly soft or particularly rough, she takes decent care of herself but nothing extensive, most of the time she doesn't give it much thought. there's muscle under her skin, not a ton but enough to be noticeable. her hair is softer, sometimes a bit frizzy in the mornings or in humidity. she doesn't usually run particularly warm or cold. she does sometimes experience hand tremors.

[honeypipin]

Atlas

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(Part twooo, wooowowoooowoooo)

Disclaimer: König felt a bit cheeky today, he mayyyy be watching you, he mayyyy be thinking pervy things (you were too, equality 🙌), he mayyyy be desperate for you, how couldn't he? You're perfect for eachother 🫶🫶

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Watch

Watching the news every morning becomes a necessary part of your routine. Vicki doodles on her paper, and you listen to the ever expanding list of cryptids.

"Look! Look! Do you like my flowers?"

"Of course I do, Vicki, they're beautiful."

Your smile is parried with a gleaming grin from the little girl, and she gets to work on a new drawing, just for you.

"A new crytid has been reported to access mobile phones by the name of Atlas, if you receive any messages, do not respond. Block, report, and isolate the device for at least 24 hours."

Oh shit.

"17 dead, and 24 suffering near fatal burns and injuries, please exercise caution when dealing with these."

Oh...

Wait, what?

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2 days ago:

A chime rang out from your phone, you picked it up and read the message.

Unknown: Hello

You: Hello?

Unknown: Give me something close to your heart

You: what?

They didn't respond. So you put the phone down and turned around, you still had laundry to put away.

A weird... hand? Tentacle? Something. Something wrapped around your throat and lifted you up, you grabbed and scratched and tugged but it wouldn't let you go, no matter what you did, it felt like it just got tighter.

"Please- please- stop! STOP! Let- *cough* let me go!"

The thing pulled the phone close to your face.

Give me something close to your heart.

Something close to your heart???

"WAIT! I'll give it! Just let me go!"

The black tendril uncurled itself around your throat and presented itself in front of you. It flattened the top part of itself like it was waiting for you to give it something.

Now, what does it mean close to your heart? Did it mean metaphorically or physically? Well, you could only think of one thing that could fit both.

It seemed stunned when you handed it your bra, was that a good thing or not? You didn't know for sure, but the way it slinked into the shadows, and with your favourite bra disappearing into the wall, you probably did the right thing. Right?

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Well, considering you were still alive, you probably did do the right thing. Vicki showed you the brilliant portrait she drew of you, which you rightfully applauded her for, until you were both interrupted by a knock at the door.

To your surprise and delight, a certain Austrian greeted you once you opened the door.

"Hallo."

"Fredrick! Hello! What's got you knocking at my door?"

"I wanted to return the plate you gave me, and the fork"

"Oh, thanks, what did you think of it?" You took the cleaned plate and fork from his hands.

"Delicious."

A grin you can't help appears on your face.

"Well I am a great cook." Vicki grabs onto your free hand, little fingers barely cover half of your palm.

"Hm? Vicki? Something wrong?"

Vicki stares at Fredrick for a little, then giggles and rushes off, leaving the two of you quite confused.

"...weird, she's usually very talkative..."

"Perhaps she is shy, many children get scared of me."

You chuckled "probably their parents too"

"Probably." His eyes are crinkled to a quarter of its max, so you guess he's smiling, though, again, quite difficult to tell with the mask.

"Are you on lookout again tonight?"

"Not tonight, I will have a few days off so I can start working some day shifts."

"And to buy a new fridge?"

This time, he laughs, "And to buy a new fridge"

"Good."

"Don't forget your bins tonight, ja?"

"Hey! It was a only a few times!"

"A few times too many," he adds, god, you'd love to hear that teasing tone somewhere in your bedroom, or his, or both, you really didn't mind... uh oh, there really was no saving you here, was there?

"Erm, well, I will see you later"

His voice snapped you out of your terrible perversions, and rightfully so. Over an innocent man who literally worked to protect you?! whoops.

"Oh! Yeah, see you later Fredrick!"

You smiled at him, watched him walk away, then closed the door.

This crush was becoming an issue.

(you were totally mesmerized by his back)

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König never really had "good luck" - he often got the short end of the stick, ever since his birth. However, sometimes, Lady Luck gets confused and graces him with something holy.

in this case, Someone holy, to be more specific.

He walks in and locks the door behind him.

He was never one to be open with his loves or obsessions, the most he ever did was buy a T-shirt from a Band he liked when he was 14. He preferred quietly appreciating these things, much less stress involved when learning how to play his favourite songs in his room, than telling his friend said band he liked, and having to refuse to play out of sheer embarrassment... What if he messed up? What if it's so bad they laugh? Or something worse? What if all the attention is forced on him? It was bad enough with his size. He didn't need anymore, that was for sure.

A good thing about being an official part of the military now was the fact that he got to de-stress through shouting at poor idiots who didn't listen to him for the umpteenth time, the recoil of his gun killed the nerves in his hand enough to stop the shaking when he was nervous. Military had done him well, he was forced into the game, and now he's got it.

Except this is a different game.

How was he meant to do this? Sure, you have the kindest eyes he's ever seen, and your smile is the stuff of dreams, and you've never been cruel to him... But what if you reject him? What if you laugh like the others from his youth? Or stand him up like people had done before? Or what if he thought he was lucky for one night, only to wake up the next morning without you next to him, he couldn't let that happen!

So he did the one thing he was always good at, watch.

He grabbed a beer from his fridge and sat down at his computer, switching it back on, your voice filled his ears.

"Vicki, what are you laughing about" he watched the two of you giggle together fondly, you were a great parent for raising her yourself, it made him wonder if you would be the same with his child, if not better - after all you would always have his undying support - would you would coddle them, waiting for him to come home?

He finally looked away to continue his stalking research, sure, he had found your social medias quite easily, but he needed to know more! They were only good for seeing pictures of you, and yes, he did enjoy seeing said pictures of you, and yes, they did fuel many of his fantasies - for example, his favourite - a picture of you at a friend's wedding catching the bouquet, in a dress that certainly caught his eyes (not that you don't catch his eyes (you always do), it's just that in this one he can see your cleavage, and he was very glad to see it respectfully), he couldn't help but think about you excitedly rushing to him about it, and how you would later "convince" him to marry soon (he would totally be on board, does not need convincing, but would let you try anyways) with your sweet, needy voice, and gentle kisses, caresses trailing lower and lower on his body, it would be the rare kind of attention he does like (And he would definitely return the favor later, Schatz, don't you know that he's great with his mouth? He'll make sure you feel so good, you won't even notice he took your panties, you'd be too fucked out to do so! Just enjoy the bath he's running for the two of you! What?Whosaidthat?!).

While the pictures were a great start to his mornings, something else bothered him, he couldn't find anything out about Vicki or his biggest problem, the father. He knew nothing about his greatest competitor, so how could he hope to beat him yet? He had spent hours on his computer searching for anything that helped, only stopping for work, human survival, and to talk to or watch you, and the anything that could help him? It only lead him back to square one. It was terribly frustrating.

He brought his attention back to the camera he had snuck into your kitchen, one of many, of course, and smiled at the sight of you pondering over your work.

Your concentrated face peered at your screen, the glasses you wore began to slip down your nose whilst you were trying to understand the code you were sent, freelance programming would be so, so much easier if people could just format their programs better. If only.

Your " uniform" was even better, some comfy leggings, a tank top and some zip up hoodie, with your neckline exposed - König got a great view of the skin he needed to mark. He could almost swear you were doing this on purpose, wearing clothes like these to rile him up, and it was certainly working.

But it was fine. After all, it wouldn't be long until he could finally do something, you were just giving him a little teaser! The more he thought about it, really, you were just being generous, and how could he complain?

Just a bit more time, and you were finally his.

And if things didn't go to plan... the basement could always work, right?

[susandsnell]

Sarah/Krolock

Send me a ship and I'll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it

Love, love, love it, though I am not super fond of fandom trying to squeeze it into a more archetypal shape when the fun of it is that it breaks the archetypes. Sarah/Krolock or Krolah or whatever one prefers to call it answers the age old "I can fix him vs I can make him worse vs whatever is wrong with him is much funnier" debate for villain romances with the much-underused "I can be so much worse than him" with a dash of "yes, dear", and I think that's beautiful. They're dysfunctional in the start, but the power dynamic shifts are what's key in my enjoyment of the ship; I do believe Von Krolock has genuine feelings for Sarah while being so hopeless in his own self-aware evil that he (feels! he totally could do something else but he sucks lmao!) has no way of truly expressing this except monstrously. Meanwhile, Sarah, selfish enough as a human to suit the vampire world but still promised a fairy tale she wasn't quite delivered and subsequently (pretty harshly!) disillusioned, comes out the other side sharper and as if not more brutal and ruthless, without Krolock's self-reproach and qualms weighing her down, clawing her way to the top of the hierarchy in the post-Vampocalypse world (if that tiara in the Austrian finale is any indication).

Krolock does terrible things because he feels he is incapable of even trying to be better so why even bother (and given how the musical portrays vampire instincts as animalistic/uber-Darwinist, there may be some merit to this); Sarah, especially as a vampire, does terrible things in pursuit of getting whatever she wants. My feelings on the ship are best summed up by Sarah's fantasy ballet of her dipping Krolock into the kiss, and that one boot of the ball sequence where Krolock is breaking into miserably bitter laughter during the Totale Finsternis reprise. It's ripe for angst, for fun, and for somehow being two people screwy enough to balance one another out.

Essentially, they have the makings of a power couple, and here's a meme I made that, while goofy, does sum up why their differing perspectives are fun:

[aaliyahhves]

They should have done this before the season began , you've got your number one driver asking the FIA president for opening an investigation against the team principal, max has refused to make any comments about this case even before , even helmut refused although daniel did come out in support of horner . But since there is no clarity , people are going to make assumptions, there will be rumors because all the evidence that came out or statements from people involved with redbull AFTER redbull cleared horner has made everyone skeptical , the person backing horner publicly is FIA president who ironically is under investigation himself now for two different reasons .

Apart from the fact that the team seems to be divided into two groups, the Austrian side and the horner side based on the news that came out yesterday and today , there is no clarification whether is employee who filed the complaint is still working or let go of , until there is proper information about this , there will be more and more rumors .

Personally I feel like there is some truth to all of this , horner should have taken back until the investigation process was finished , now they're in a PR mess as well on the verge of facing legal action if the employee files a case in the court , it has all turned into a redbull power struggle within the team instead of being focused on providing justice to the people wronged .