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superiorllathanvie · 1 year

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Angels Roll Their Eyes

— [PROSING REWORKS; OC CONTENT] {NONCANON}

• characters :: calixo maine

• genre :: hcs, fluff, hurt/comfort

• warnings :: none

prompt / synopsis :: who would've thought that someone as charming as calixo maine — specifically, calixo maine himself — would ever decide to date someone seriously? well, isn't someone lucky?

or, calixo maine boyfriend hcs

word count :: tba

a/n :: @mirifical-evenfall asked for them for shipping reasons and i was all too happy to oblige

now i don't usually do hcs ever so i'm probably doing this wRonG somehow but it's ok bc it's my thingy so my rules‼️ let's go‼️

“Let's have fun, shall we?”

Well, he certainly knows what he's doing — the man has.. experience

It is not a secret that Calixo has probably dated every one in four people; he does have a reputation for being a casanova

So when he decides to date someone new, they're usually less "Maybe I'm the one!" and more "Oh my god I get to try."

Which is depressing

He knows about it though, of course

Calixo would definitely act like that doesn't bother him (it does) because why would he waste his energy thinking about how he's being treated like a mere prop

Trophy boyfriend, you could say

But enough of that. Let's get back to how he actually is in regards to being a lover—

Oh boy I hope for both Calixo and his partner's sake that said partner enjoys being shown off in some way the same way the average simp would do with Calixo

Whether it be walking together, holding hands or with one of his arms around their shoulder;

Or being proudly referred to as 'my girlfriend/boyfriend/lover/partner/significant other/etc.' in random conversations with other people

He's very forward

Most likely would be the one to initiate most stuff regardless of whether or not the person he's seeing has experience with relationships or not

(Unless they're on the same level as him, because then, it'd turn into a friendly competition of sorts)

He's surprisingly sentimental. And a genuine romantic. But he'd never tell or show that to anyone!

Also surprisingly, he doesn't use pet names. A shortened/nickname version of his s/o's name, maybe, but no actual terms of endearment...

And absolutely no one is ever going to catch him saying those three words

Calixo being Calixo, he'd just say other sweet things that don't involve the L-word: "You're delightful to be around," "How lucky am I to have caught your eye?" and "You're far more tolerable than the masses."

Running a hand through his hair, Calixo hummed, his gaze never once wavering from the current subject of his attention. A faint smile danced across his features as he watched them, with the grin only widening when he got caught looking.

"What's up with you?" They chuckled, a faint blush on their face despite their attempt to hide the bashfulness by crossing their arms.

"Nothing, nothing," Calixo shrugged, nonchalant. "I think I'm just..." He trailed off, leaning back in his chair.

"Just what?"

His eyes narrowed cheekily in response, a dramatic yet faint sigh leaving him. He hummed again, a chuckle poorly concealed mixed in, before using a couple fingers to brush over his lips as he looked the former in the eye.

"Just a bit fond of you, is all."

Still very considerate with his actions, despite how much of a bastard he is with his words

Partner doesn't enjoy PDA? That's completely okay, he'll find some other way to show affection! Gifts are a no-no? Fine, he won't buy things, but he would 100% pick a flower from somewhere and offer it to his s/o

Okay while he is rich, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this man is not one to spoil his partner when he knows it's not going to last. Why invest financially?

I say that but it's not like he invests much emotionally either

Any attempt at actual emotional intimacy will be met with a soft laugh before being promptly brushed off in such a way that anybody would be hesitant to bring it up again

Everything he and his partner do as a couple is all superficial and practically meaningless, as enviable as it might look on the outside

Between the cute café dates, silent walks alone together at night, trying those couple challenge trends on the internet, and a multitude of other things, one will find that they don't actually know who they're dating as a person

Behind closed doors, Calixo views his romantic relationships as nothing more than casual flings or a distraction — for his partner and/or himself — he can provide to people

Nothing long-term or fully committed to, because quite simply he doesn't think it's possible

So the moment his 'picture perfect' strains even a little, it's as good as broken to him; arguments are common ground, and a single one is enough to warrant a breakup

The perfect boyfriend for someone with their own commitment issues

"I just don't understand!"

"Understand what?" Calixo groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation while the other paced back and forth in front of him with crossed arms.

They stumbled over their words, sputtering out a string of nonsense before shaking their head and letting out a big sigh. "You! I don't— You—" They pointed accusingly at him with a trembling hand and a scowl mixed with a dash of bewilderment and a pinch of hurt.

"I'm dating you, but it feels like I'm still just part of the crowd! Cattle! Unspecial; just at the back of your mind when you remember that you actually have a partner!" A pause for breath, "And every time I try to get closer to you, in a way that actually matters, you shut me down!"

Calixo sneered, "Oh, boohoo, I'm not perfect! Go figure!" He huffed, his own features twisting into a cold glare, "I made it very clear that.. this was nothing serious. If you wanted more than that, you should have never started this.

"And if you thought you could change my perspective with— with what, time and patience and love? Hah! That's on you.

"Sorry to disappoint."

He is always the dumper, never the dumpee

Also somehow never at fault, because even with the trail of broken hearts he leaves along with his footsteps, everyone still wants a turn

Eventually, someone else will inevitably fall for his ocean eyes, and so the cycle never ends

Unless...

“It's not going to be as fun. So why?”

...Unless he finds himself genuinely liking someone, and despite the fact that everything mentioned above could happen—

They still choose to stay

And Calixo wants them to

He eventually realizes that this time, he actually likes his significant other, and they somehow not only sincerely like him back but also want to give the relationship a fair shot?

He's almost convinced that his semi-immortal vessel actually passed away

Almost

Before anything else, Calixo makes an active effort to resolve whatever their last argument was about, determined to try for the right person

Something in the back of his mind calls him an imbecile for being so childish, hoping for 'the one,' but he pays it no mind in spite of his usually cynical nature

Damn, someone must've really fixed him

Once the storm dies down and it's all water under the bridge, one of the first things he'll do is make it absolutely crystal clear that from this point forward, he will be under the impression that the relationship won't just be some fun extracurricular activity anymore

"It won't be easy," He stated firmly, gaze locked on his hands in front of him rather than who he was talking to; Calixo Maine was not above nerves, apparently. "I doubt that this is the last time we'll ever fight or have a disagreement, but I...

"I want to make it work. I want it to last. So..."

Calixo cleared his throat in an attempt to ease some of the tension in his body, subconsciously fiddling with his turtleneck not long after.

Was that a blush?

It's both cute and jarring to see the oh so suave Calixo being flustered, especially for the first few days or weeks

But he'll get over it; he's Calixo, after all

Serious Boyfriend Mode is really more of a DLC to the Casual Boyfriend base, really

Meaning: His special person will get everything that he'd give to anyone else he'd date, but more

Now that he's actually putting in the work to make their relationship flourish, he's allowing himself to do so much more now — things he'd been wanting to do since forever but didn't want to waste the energy on something so temporary

100% bringing his s/o to red carpet events; he is canonically a model (or any other kind of VIP depending on whatever an AU applies)

Still not the type to spoil the other in/with his riches, but gifts are somewhat more common now

And he wouldn't be himself if not cocky and flirty even to his own partner 24/7

Pet names galore

"Oh, can you pass me the—? Yes, thank you, love."

Calixo is a calculating, conniving piece of shit and will definitely know how to choose his moments when it comes to suddenly calling his beloved something other than their name

Purely just to catch them off guard

And see them just malfunction

If you couldn't already tell, he loves to tease and be teased, but no one tell him I said that

While Casual Boyfriend Calixo is, well, casual, Serious Boyfriend Calixo is ironically much more nonchalant. And why wouldn't he be? He doesn't have to consciously keep his inner thoughts and feelings and self so guarded anymore!

Love language (giving): Quality time and physical touch; Love language (receiving): Same thing + words of affirmation

Calixo gives love very.. naturally, really. He barely notices when he does it. It just comes very naturally to him

Is he insecure? Probably, but in all honesty he's much too distracted thinking about fluffy scenarios about his partner to really get bothered by anything

Unless he's jealous

He'll excuse himself by saying he's just protective but he is a jealous lover regardless of whether he'd admit it or not

It's not so bad that he'd let it ruin his or his partner's day, or where he'd get possessive or unhealthy in any way, more like...

"...Are you jealous?"

Calixo deadpanned at the former's obvious amusement, before doing a full one-eighty and turning away from them with his arms across his chest. He huffed childishly as he slouched, the pout being a given even if the other couldn't see it at all.

He replied with an air of confidence, "I have no reason to be jealous. You'd never leave me," Delivered with utmost certainty, it was.. endearing. But then he added: "I am the best possible option, of course—"

"You're not just an 'option,' stupid—!"

He'd probably make unintentionally depressing comments like that out of habit but he means none of them really

...Still, he'd been bottling most of his feelings for a very long time, so one might wonder how those would slip through the cracks

Expect a lot of comfortable silences

Imagine he and his partner just embracing, be it standing up or lying down or whatever, and he's just holding them gently even when he's so afraid to let go

Hand kisses

Is the type to memorize the little things. He cherishes the little things

Calixo would let his s/o take off his faux glasses, try them on, compliment, then let them put the glasses back on him

Overall, he remains an extremely smooth, flirty, charming boyfriend

Even if not every simgle thing could be exciting or passionate or new, he'd never let the well run dry in terms of keeping things content and his sweetheart happy above all

That's all he's ever wanted.

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mir1f · 2 years

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Exista pensionari fericiti?

Zilele trecute, am intrat pe net, am accesat Google Imagini si am tastat sintagma „pensionari fericiti”. S-a deschis pagina si am vazut o multime de imagini cu cupluri de batrini care zimbesc si se imbratiseaza, fie in fata unui laptop planificind viitoarele excursii, fie la un spectacol local sau, in cel mai terestru caz, intr-un decor mirific plin de flori si de verdeata. Ei bine , doamnelor…

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bartholomaus · 1 year

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Eginald Norbert Schlattner împlinește astăzi venerabila vârstă de 88 de ani. Născut la 13 septembrie 1933 în Arad, Eginald Schlattner, "ultimul cavaler sas" este pastor luteran în Rothberg/Roșia/Veresmart și scriitor de literatură germană. Întreaga dramă a familiei sale, implicit a sașilor transilvăneni și șvabilor bănățeni (deportările în URSS, expropierea, închisoarea politică, interdicția de a urma studii superioare, încadrarea în slujbe inferioare pregătirii profesionale etc.), se regăsesc zugrăvite în trilogia compusă din romanele sale: Der geköpfte Hahn (Cocoșul decapitat), 1998; Rote Handschuhe (Mănușile roșii), 2000; Das Klavier im Nebel (Pianul în ceață), 2005.

Când satele săsești transilvane se depopulează, pastorul Eginald Schlattner se încăpățânează și continuă să țină slujbe duminicale în fața băncilor goale din biserica bântuită de amintirea unui trecut glorios de peste 800 de ani.

Recomand cu căldură, acelora care încă nu au făcut-o, să citească romanele mai sus amintite. Ele descriu mirific și dramatic deopotrivă peisajul mozaicat al Transilvaniei multietnice care gravita în jurul unor orașe precum Făgăraș, Sighișoara și Brașov, dar și o sumedenie de tipuri și caractere umane. Iar pentru cei foarte grăbiți sunt disponibile ecranizările Cocoșul decapitat (r. Radu Gabrea, 2008) și Mănușile roșii (r. Radu Gabrea, 2011).

Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum 88. Geburtstag, alles erdenklich Liebe und Gute, Eginald Schlattner!

--- Es ist gut, Pfarrer Schlattner zu besuchen. Ich war letztes Mal mit Ruxandra Hurezean von der "Sinteza" dort. Wir haben über die Glückseligkeit der Siebenbürger Sachsen (und auch der Rumänen) vor 1944 gesprochen und über das kommunistische Elend danach. Und vom Lauf der Geschichte, dem man sich nur um den Preis des eigenen Wohls entgegenstellen kann. Fast immer erfolglos, im besten Falle setzt man ein Zeichen. Oder, man macht das Beste daraus... Und wir sprachen über Hans Bergels "Wenn die Adler kommen". Und davon, dass es Momente der Sünde und Schwachheit im Leben eines Menschen gibt und Momente in denen wir, um unser- und der Menschheit willen, wenigstens einigen der 10 Gebote treu bleiben müssen. Schlattner gibt mir keine Hoffnung - er packt mich aber an der Ehre, das Elend und die Schönheit dieses Menschseins auszuhalten. So wie er auch. >>Robert C Schwartz , warum wusste ich, dass dieser erhobene Zeigefinger kommt? Ich hätte die Relativierung politisch korrekt und vorbeugend selber in den Text einbauen können, hoffte aber, Sie stehen da drüber. Schade... Natürlich haben Sie, in der Gnade des Spätgeborenen urteilend, recht. Retrospektiv sind wir ummer alle schlauer. Aber sowohl Eginald Schlattner als auch Sofia Folberth (Casa Krauss), Margarete Rausch (Russland-Deportierte) und hunderte weiterer Zeitzeugen berichten, dass die frühen vierziger Jahre "die letzten und vielleicht glücklichsten Jahre"der Siebenbürger Sachsen waren. Damals so empfunden. Ohne die Korrekturwirkung dessen, was nach dem 23.08.1944 kam. >>Robert C Schwartz , genau richtig. "...offen und ehrlich mit unseren Erinnerungen umgehen". Was bedeutet das für den Journalisten, der aus dem Tondokument der heute 100jährigen Zeitzeugin hört: "...es war die glücklichste und beste Zeit für mich, für uns alle im Dorf..." Soll er dann schreiben: "Vorausgeschickt, dass sie über die Zeit der Naziverbrechen und des Faschismus redet - Sofia war glücklich."? Wenn wir darüber berichten wollen, wie die Siebenbürger Sachsen die Jahre vor 1944 erlebt haben, müssen wir dann nicht das wiedergeben, was SIE DAMALS gefühlt, gedacht und wahrgenommen haben?

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dininimapentrumine · 1 year

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31 de ani de când am primit mântuirea. Îţi mulțumesc, Doamne pentru VIAȚA

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graywyvern · 2 years

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( "you tried to tell me" via / "days of destruction" via )

From an unpublished interview.

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"No omega vast, solar, or a lost savage moon." --@Anthony_Etherin

The Xenotext.

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freyjaofthenorth · 5 years

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superiorllathanvie · 2 years

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Every Whumpee's Needs

— [WHUMPTOBER, DAY 5] {NONCANON}

• characters :: deirdre, ador

• genre :: whump, angst

• warnings :: child neglect/abuse(?), implied transphobia, death

prompt(s) :: hypothermia

a/n :: special thanks to @mirifical-evenfall choosing the prompt and our victim by extension (unwittingly)

hi aniks if you're seeing this ily bestie ty for helping w the dilemma <3 /p

Cold. So c-cold.

Where was everyone? Where was the village? Trees and trees for miles, was all there was to see. He couldn't remember the way back home... If it could even be called that.

Deirdre shivered in the freezing weather, teeth clattering against each other as he wrapped his arms around himself and rubbed the exposed skin, trying to generate just the slightest bit of heat. Fuck— Wait, no, he wasn't supposed to say or even think that word; Mama and Papa would kill him if they ever caught him.

Well, at this point, did that even matter? Mama and Papa were nowhere to be found — no one was anywhere to be found. Even if Deirdre screamed curses into the dead of night, which was soundless save for the sharp whistles of the harsh wind, he doubted that his parents would hear him.

F-Fuck...

Even if they did manage to hear him, he also doubted that they would come save him.

And even if they did save him, he doubted they wouldn't kill him themselves instead of leaving him out here for the wolves. Or worse — the blizzard.

When he really thought about his theoretical options, Deirdre found himself considering dying in the cold being more preferable than the other possibility. And judging by how things looked right now, it wouldn't take long for the icy weather to take him.

Stupid sleeveless dress. He openly hated wearing it despite everyone's insisting, and he just so happened to have it on when he got lost in the woods right before a snowstorm. Lovely.

Deirdre felt tears brim at the corners of his eyes, but they never made their way down his face. The cold must've solidified them right as they were created.

Haaah... He was so screwed. He wasn't coming back, was he?

Truthfully, he always had a feeling that he'd die early; he'd always been a sickly kid. Still, he didn't think he'd be thirteen when it happened, but it fit the 'early' description.

He stiffly brought his arms in front of him and looked down at his fingers. His skin was starting to turn pale blue. Maybe it was just the lighting — hopefully it was just the lighting.

Surely didn't feel like just the lighting, though.

The cold was unbearable, so uncomfortable. Everything was starting to feel numb, including his mind. It was such a disorienting feeling, to be aimlessly trudging along the three-inch-deep snow in the middle of a forest during a hostile wind, having no coherent thoughts but to just keep walking and walking and walking.

How long had Deirdre been out here..? It felt like hours, but the Moon had barely moved...

Yawn.

He needed to keep moving, keep fighting, but he was so, so sleepy...

Deirdre made his way over towards a large tree, knees failing him the moment he got close enough. He fell to the ground with not much sound due to the soft, freezing snow. He trembled and convulsed, curling up on himself as he suddenly felt a rush of warmth envelop his body.

It was hot all over. After a brief moment of comfort, the hot started to become.. disagreeable.

But Deirdre didn't care right now. He couldn't care. He was exhausted.

And he was all alone. Nothing mattered anymore.

Maybe he'd just take a nap... Rest up and recover his energy... He'd continue journeying tomorrow...

A puff of cold air left his lips.

Walking over to Deirdre's side of the bed, Ador hummed quietly as he gently tugged the edges of the blanket upwards to cover the other's shaking figure.

Ador crawled into the space beside his spouse, where he usually slept, and made extra sure to pull Deirdre closer than normal tonight.

He always did get cold easily.

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