#Glühwürmchen
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Die Möwe Jonathan mit leerem Löffel
#steffen osvath#osvath#ottn#lyrik#liebe#leben#zufrieden#Glühwürmchen#Licht#Schmerz#Verzweiflung#kalt#warm#Dunkelheit#dunkel
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Jede Nacht liege ich wach im Bett und denk an dich, ich will neben dir liegen und schlafen können.
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Das Leben ist ein Garten
Das Leben ist ein Garten
Den gemütlichen Sommer im Garten genießen? Die Glühwürmchen nach 22 Uhr in den Isarauen? Säen, pflanzen und das Unkraut im Zaum halten, Giersch als Salat …
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AKTION | Sonntag, 19. Juni | 14 – 18 Uhr | Ökologisches Bildungszentrum München, Englschalkinger Straße 166 | MUZ / Gartengruppen des Experimentiergartens, Frauengarten, Wabengarten
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Das Leben ist ein Garten
Das Leben ist ein Garten
Den gemütlichen Sommer im Garten genießen? Die Glühwürmchen nach 22 Uhr in den Isarauen? Säen, pflanzen und das Unkraut im Zaum halten, Giersch als Salat …
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AKTION | Sonntag, 19. Juni | 14 – 18 Uhr | Ökologisches Bildungszentrum München, Englschalkinger Straße 166 | MUZ / Gartengruppen des Experimentiergartens, Frauengarten, Wabengarten
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I am delighted to announce that the german translators of Tower of Nero changed “meet my glow-in-the-dark boyfriend” to “introducing: my dearest, the human firefly”
#look the translation isnt amazing but it has its moments#and the german word for firefly is Glühwürmchen#which roughly translates to glow wormy#its kinda cute#percy jackon and the olympians#Trials of Apollo#tower of nero#Nico di Angelo#Will Solace#Solangelo
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Manchmal ist es einfach In-kompletter-dunkelheit-unfassbar-traurige-filme-schauen-Montag
#jamie rambles#todays edition all of us strangers rewatch#dann hoffentlich vanya#das ist weniger depressiv#und wenn ich dann noch körner hab die letzten glühwürmchen
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the way this fly is in love with a freaking star and still has a better love life than me
#I’ve never seen this movie but wtf#why am I emotional over a fly#it’s not a fly but I don’t know the English word and I’m too lazy to look it up#but glühwürmchen#ya know#julie is rambling
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Monster!Reader (Part 4)
Requested: Yes
Warnings: Manipulation, Phycological Horror, Forced Amnesia, Light Gore, Dismemberment, Obsession, Stalking, Kidnapping, Broken Limbs, Poorly translated Russian, Character Death (background), Mentions of eating people (not technically cannibalism since the reader isn’t a human), Traditionally female monsters but reader is kept GN.
A/N: I uh, got a little bit darker with this one. And I’ll give credit where credit is do. @ghouljams I didn’t do it on purpose but when I was proofreading Roach’s part I realized it sounded a lot like Threat. It was a complete fucking accident 🖐.
König - Pixie
The heat around him was suffocating him, especially with his mask on. The sweat soaking through the fabric and making it stick to his face. Troublesome, making him unable to focus on the target through the scope of the rifle. So he opted to simply tear it off, careful to keep it within reach should he need it. But he hadn’t realized that in doing so, he left himself vulnerable to the many bugs surrounding him. Mosquitoes especially, annoying little things that he had to keep smushing.
And when he felt something soft and light brush against his cheek, he didn’t even think before he smacked it, startled by the crunch of something and a cry of pain. Loud in his ear but quiet when he pulled his hand away to see….you. Clutching your bent leg, one of your shimmering wings at an odd angle, sobbing your heart out in the palm of his hand, clearly in quite a bit of pain. He panicked, forgetting the fact that this was a very weird situation and that five minutes ago he didn’t even know that pixies existed, just cooing to you and gently trying to examine you, jumping when you screamed as he brushes his fingertip against your wing.
“*Tut mir leid!” He cried, probably a bit too loudly considering the way you jumped in fear, curling in on yourself the best you could. A scared little injured mouse in the paw of the fierce lion. “It’s okay. Shh, I will help you, *Kleines Glühwürmchen. Don’t be afraid. *Es tut mir so leid.”
He pulled you close to his chest, shushing you even as you beat at his fingers with your tiny body, kicking with your good leg, biting, and scratching at him as he placed you in a pocket of his vest, clicking it shut so you couldn’t fall out when he moved. He still had a job to do, but he promises he’ll take care of you afterwards! Bandage you up and get you back to perfect health again. He hoped those pretty wings of yours weren’t as fragile as they looked, hoped that they would heal so you could fly around again.
If not, well, he’d just have to keep taking care of you.
Roach - Jorōgumo
How you two met was kind of a mystery to Roach, like a haze had taken over his mind. He remembered soft lips, music, flashing lights. Did he drink? He must have. It was the only thing that could rationalize the pure confusion that night brought up. All he knew was that he woke up to you lazily stroking at his head, and it felt like coming home. Like safety and love. So fuzzy with the feeling that he doesn’t even question when you stay in his home, when you crawl into his bed at night and kiss at his neck. Just giggle when he slurs out how much he loves you, how he can’t live without you. The feeling so overpowering that nothing began to feel real except for the touch of you.
He doesn’t remember his friends anymore, his brothers in arms. Their names forgotten somewhere in the back of his mind. Sometimes the thought of them itches at him, scratches at his skull like a rat in a jar. Incessantly, loudly, painfully. He’ll ask you, voice softened by a headache that pounds in his frontal lobe, if you know what he’s forgotten. But all you do is smile and kiss his cheek, and suddenly all those worries and the pain just fade away, putting him right back into that place of cotton candy sweet happiness and love.
He doesn’t notice the near invisible strings that wrap tighter and tighter around him everyday, cinching around his neck like a noose but never really biting into him. And your eyes always sparkling with poorly hidden mirth as he scratched at his neck, asking if you saw a hair that he couldn’t get. He believes you when you say no, doesn’t question you when you lick along that same line that night.
Ignorance is bliss, and he’d do anything to stay in your arms.
Rudy - Witch
Rudy didn’t encounter you first hand for a long time but he found traces of you everywhere for months on end. Short curly hairs in his food, strange animals watching him from behind buildings and trees, and the ever present feeling of eyes watching him. Always the eyes, daggers digging into his back, reminding him of how he was never alone. Always watched. It was unnerving but also….comforting. On his loneliest nights, on his most dangerous missions, those eyes were always watching him. Keeping him company.
Some days he woke up swearing he felt the warmth of you at his side. The shape of your body denting his mattress, the weight of your arm tossed over his waist, the feel of your legs tangling with his. It was maddening as much as it was exhilarating and he couldn’t stop the wave of pure lust that rolled through him, needing to stroke his heavy and aching cock while those feelings still remained. Eyes rolling back in his head when he felt a phantom tongue lick the cum off his belly after he’d finished himself off.
But of course not everything can be so hot for Rudy. There are things that start to scare him. Nightmares of creatures looming over his bed, the vague shape of people in the dark corners of his room, sleep paralysis, and of course the sudden death or dismemberment of the people around him.
A too aggressive superior grabs his shoulder hard enough to leave bruises, and he loses that same hand in a freak accident with a shredder. A kind recruit bumps shoulders with him in the hallway and has half of her body burned during a mission. A man in a bar flirts with him and ends up dead in an alleyway, his own cock ripped off and shoved down his throat, eyes gouged out of his head, and his heart missing from his chest cavity.
That last one might be what scares Rudy most. As he’d woken up to a box on his bedside table, the vital organ still beating in the pretty red paper around it. But most horrifying was that he….wasn’t upset by it. Found his own heart swelling with affection as he reached out to touch it, feeling cold fingers creep along the back of his neck, leaving bloody trails. It felt like love sinking into his very soul.
Nikto - Rusalka
Nikto couldn’t remember how he got to the lake. Couldn’t remember why he wanted to be at the lake. But here he stood, at the water’s edge, peering into the dark depths of it, moonlight shining on the surface. Soft slow waves lapping at the tips of his boots like a dog welcoming him home. Was this home? Nothing felt like it anymore. Nothing made him feel safe and warm and comforted, all the things people described as home. Nothing but that big moon, staring down at him. The chill of the breeze nipping at his cheeks through his mask, and the gentle touch of a hand reaching out to stroke at the small patch of skin on his ankle not covered by his pants or socks.
“I’ve missed you.” He heard you whisper, and he couldn’t even bring himself to listen to the voices in his head whispering that it was a lie. Your voice somehow overpowered them. It was the only thing that did. “*Мой сладкий ягненок. Step a little closer.” You beg, voice soft and pleading, ringing in his head like the wind chimes his Babushka used to hang around her house. He couldn’t deny you.
Slowly, carefully, he stepped deeper into the water, your approving hum vibrating through his bones. Deeper and deeper he waded, but never seemed to reach you. Not until the water was at his neck, your unnaturally sharp teeth glinting just below the surface of the waves.
“*хороший мальчик.” You whispered, the words making his heart pound despite the cold’s best attempts at making his blood slow. He sighed as you cupped his cheeks, pulling him forward until his face was nestled in the crook of your neck, humming a soft lullaby in his ear. He never understood why you didn’t kill him. Why didn’t drag him down into the watery depths like so many men before him but….he was glad for it. Glad to spend another day cradled in your arms, fingers slipping under his mask to tenderly trace his scars.
And if one day you changed your mind, then he’d be just as glad to be in his watery grave. His bones lining your nest, his flesh nourishing you, his very soul haunting you for the rest of your life, your guardian forevermore. Oh, what bliss.
*Tut mir leid! = I’m sorry!
*Kleines Glühwürmchen. = Little Firefly. (Also can mean Glowworm but the intention is Firefly.)
*Es tut mir so leid. = I’m so sorry
*Мой сладкий ягненок. = My sweet lamb.
*хороший мальчик. = Good boy.
#cod#call of duty#monster!reader#König#könig x reader#gary roach sanderson#Gary Roach Sanderson x reader#Rudy parra#rudy parra x reader#Nikto#nikto x reader
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Oh mein Gott! Die Trolli Saure Glühwürmchen!! 🪱
(I really expected to be drawing Sam this week but I guess not yet! Congrats on the amazing run, Ben!)
#jet lag the game#jet lag#ben doyle#jet lag fanart#jet lag the game fanart#aiming to draw one pic per ep this season! make sure to follow!
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Glühwürmchen in der Abenddämmerung
Danach erhellen Mitternachtsmelodien die Nacht
Korken knallen in einem Schwung
Das Leben ist von neuem erwacht
#blackteastorm#poesie#poetry#deutsche lyrik#lyric posting#lyrik#poems on tumblr#original poem#poem#gedicht#art#freiheit#leben#frühling
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Es ist alles so schwer, jeden Tag der selbe Mist.
Und immer wieder die selben Gedanken.
Du gehst mir einfach nicht aus dem Kopf..
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BESCHREIBUNG
FRANZ VON BAYROS (Zagreb 1866 - 1924 Wien)
Konvolut aus 6 Erotika Drucken
Ringwerfen
Aquatinta/Papier, 22,5 x 21,5 cm
signiert F. Bayros
Die Malerin
Aquatinta/Papier, 18 x 17 cm
beschriftet "Oh! DU-U-U!!" -Die Malerin-
Glühwürmchen
Aquatinta/Papier, 18 x 17 cm
betitelt "Glühwürmchen"
Die fünf Sinne
Aquatinta/Papier, 18,5 x 17 cm
beschriftet Die fünf Sinne. "Das Gesicht"
Kristie
Aquatinta/Papier, 23 x 21,5 cm
Das Schwert
Aquatinta/Papier, 22,4 x 21,5 cm
Franz von Bayros, also known as Marquis de Bayros, was an Austrian graphic artist, illustrator and painter of the fin de siècle. He also published his works under the pseudonym Choisy Le Conin. Bayros is best known as a draftsman and illustrator of erotic motifs set in the Rococo period. He came from a noble family that left Spain and settled in Austria. Bayros studied at the Academy of Fine Arts with Christian Griepenkerl and August Eisenmenger and stayed regularly in Munich. From 1890 he worked with the portraitist Eugen Felix and the landscape painter Gottfried Seelos. He moved in high circles and belonged to the circle of friends of Johann Strauss, whose stepdaughter Alice he married in 1896. The marriage ended in 1897 and Bayros moved to Munich. He studied at Adolf Hölzel's special school in Dachau and at Heinrich Knirr's school in Munich. He became involved in artistic circles and was a member of the “Vornehme Beobachter” society, which also included Thilo von Seebach, Karl Georg Maassen and Hanns Floerke. In 1904 he had his first major exhibition in Munich and subsequently took on a large number of commissions for book illustrations and bookplates. He created studies on Louis XV, studied the Rococo period and established himself as a draftsman of erotic motifs. When censorship intervened, he had to leave Munich in 1911. In Vienna he found it difficult to connect to the art market, even though he was in the circle of Rudolf Hans Bartsch, Anton Wildgans and Hugo Markus Ganz. His plans to go to Italy were interrupted by the outbreak of the First World War. On the occasion of the 600th anniversary of Dante's death, he created a collection of 60 watercolors based on the Divine Comedy, which finally brought him success in Vienna.
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Ludwig II. und die Elfenkönigin
Eine lyrische Prosa-Skizze
Am ufer des sees verweilte Ludwig • wie in trance • mit geschlossenen augen • lauschend dem sanften gesang der wellen. Sein antlitz • bleich wie vom mondlicht geküsst • spiegelte die stille der nacht wider. Glühwürmchen tanzten um ihn herum • und bunte libellen senkten sich zum trinken nieder. Als er seine lider hob • glaubte er • in der gesellschaft einer elfe zu sein • und begann • einen tanz mit ihr zu wagen. Mit einer einladenden geste • einer verbeugung und einem geschmeidigen schritt trat er in den reigen ein. Trotz der stille vernahm er harfenklänge • die aus den tiefen seiner seele zu strömen schienen. Er drehte sich • schwang und sprang • verlor sich tänzelnd in der zeitlosigkeit. Im einklang mit dem schilf • das sich im sanften hauch des windes wiegte • tauchte sein geist in das reich der feen ein. Beinahe konnte er die anmutige • geheimnisvolle elfe erblicken • die er erneut zum tanz bat. Diese fee • sie ähnelte Elisabeth • der muse all seiner träume. Das gespenstische menuett mit der imaginären gefährtin webte er aus den fäden seiner fantasie. Erst als der erste sonnenstrahl die nacht durchbrach • entschwanden auch die schatten seiner geister. Er betupfte seine stirn • dankte für den tanz und schritt zurück zum schloss Berg • um sich zur ruhe zu begeben.
by Ambrose the Poet
#poetambrose#ambrose the poet#ludwig ii#kaiserin elisabeth#deutsche poesie#worte#selbstgeschrieben#reflexion#prosa#träume
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i'm going to leave for a bit due to the neuroses. enjoy this song in the meantime
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