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fraugwinska · 7 days

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Hello Springflower~

*slams envelope on the table and stare you into your soul whispering*

Alastor x reader where reader is asking him to show off as a fake "couple" because of one sinner who just won't stop annoying reader. Al agreed to help his dear friend and it started of innocent and cute with hand holding, kiss on the cheek- when SUDDENLY he kiss reader (in front of the sinner ofc) INTENSE and when he just stops for a second to kiss her neck she's like: "Al...? He's gone."

And he is like: "how disapointing"~

And just GOES ON

*leaves a heart cupcake next to the envelope and runs away*

For you - anything, sweet summer child. This just flowed out of me, and I was kicking my own feet as I wrote it. So... Here you go ;> I sincerely hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️

Fake it 'till you Make it

The door slammed into it's frame with a bang so loud the glasses in it rattled. You panted, heart pounding hard in your chest as you tried to calm your erratic breathing. With shaking fingers you gripped the dark, wooden frame, so tight your nails scratched the furnishing off. You peered out of the yellow and red stained glasses, trying to identify the distorted shapes from the outside. Did he follow you? Was he still out there?

„What's...“

You felt a hand on your shoulder and reacted without thinking. You turned around with a shocked scream and whipped your arm out for a forceful slap. The sound reverberated around in the empty room as a slight stinging sensation ran through your palm. It snapped you back to reality and made you pause.

You blinked as your gaze went from your own, trembling hand, which now burned in an angry, red hue to a taupe face, the shadow of your handprint next to a wide, yellow smile. Your breath seemed to freeze as your eyes went up and finally met a pair of wide, burgundy ones.

"...the matter, dear?" Alastor finished, blinking before his face shifted slightly.

You stood speechless and frozen for a hot second, trying to recollect your thoughts before a tidal wave of emotion washed over your head. Embarrassment, followed by shock and, suddenly, by the sensation that started to build in your chest, the threat to bubble over in tears.

„Oh satan, Alastor, I-I'm so sorry. I, shit, I got you bad, I'm so sorry, th-there was.. and I was.."

You choked down another sob, words and feelings clogging up in your mouth. You rubbed at your stinging eyes, blinking away what you were trying desperately not to show. You thought it would have worked at least until Alastor's slender hands came up to wrap around your wrist and pull them away gently.

"Are you a singer, dear?" he chimed, his face unmoved, but his eyes softening a little. "Because that really was quite the hit! Ha ha!"

When you didn't join in his laugh, he immediately snapped out of it.

"But it seems my little joke was out of place, once again. What has you so rattled, little one?"

And this time, he actually made space and dropped the joke-y act, looking a bit worried. Which only added more pressure to the well in your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut to hold back any tears that tried to fight their way through, making yourself feel ridiculous.

"It's... there's this guy."

You swallowed sour spit down, licking your lips quickly before opening your mouth again, voice less shaky than you were feeling. "I saw him two weeks ago when I went grocery shopping with Niffty. He... he asked us for directions, I didn't know where the place he wanted to go was, and that was that. But ever since..."

Alastor's frown deepened. "Ever since then..?" he prompted carefully.

"...he kind of... pops up whenever I leave the hotel... he just shows up out of nowhere and asks me things. Follows me, doesn't listen when I tell him to leave me alone, doesn't know boundaries.." you balled your fists again, brows twitching down at the thought. "And today.. he tried to grab me, and I panicked, and I kicked him and he looked like..."

You looked back to the glasses.

"...it felt as if he was about to do something."

Alastor stared into you with these piercing eyes. It wasn't creepy, you didn't feel scrutinized or looked down on, and this wasn't the first time. Still, you felt that strange sense of unease in his intense gaze, like a cold hand was wrapped around your spine, running shivers down your back. It wasn't uncomfortable, per se, just... different. It had been months since you started your new job in the Hazbin Hotel as a bellhop, helping Charlie and Vaggie out in general. You weren't one to believe in redemption, but the work was easy, the residents nice and life, despite being dead, was good. It wasn't exactly peaceful, since living together with the radio demon sometimes had its challenges, but Alastor proved time after time that even if he could be quite eccentric, he was a good man deep down, funny and smart and interesting. Someone you could consider a friend.

That, however, didn't mean that he didn't spook you from time to time. He straightened his shoulders, brushed out imaginary dust from the sleeves of his suit, and when he spoke, there was an unmoving threat in his voice that he almost always hid behind his grins.

"He attempted to harm you?"

You furrowed your brows and stepped closer, leaving a little bit of space between you.

"I don't know... it felt like that. I didn't give it enough time to find out, I just ran back here."

"Smart girl.", he just commented, leaning over you to also watch the street through bulky glasses. You sighed and glanced out the windows. The sky had dimmed, red tinting the streets as it always did down here in the evenings. A few stray sinners stumbled along, either searching for a victim for the night or going home from their own sins. Still no trace of the demon. You could still feel the hot air of his breath on your neck when he bent forward. You grimaced at the thought of the stench of his sweat on the sleeves of your jacket.

"God... how am I going to go anywhere with him around?", you muttered to yourself, stepping back further and leaning against the table, burying your face into your hands. Alastor perked up at that. He tapped his cane against the floor.

"Oh, well I can't in good conscience allow my dear employee to fear the streets of the pentagram because of a silly pest."

You didn't catch his meaning. At least, not immediately. You shot a glance his way, giving him a skeptical look, furrowing a brow in confusion. "What do you-?"

He waved his cane, cutting you off, and put an arm around your shoulders. "I shall accompany you, then. When you need to go out, let me know and we'll show ourselves together. That sinner will get the gist then, I'm sure."

Your eyes widen. "Alastor, you're a genius!" you say with excitement as the thought slowly took root in your head, "If this creep thinks we're a couple, he might stay away."

"A what now?", Alastor asks, his smile faltering ever so slightly. However, his question was lost in your sudden enthusiasm, your excited rush of thoughts now loud and clear in your voice. "Then we should play the role in every aspect. We have to give off couple vibes, maybe show some PDA, nothing overboard, I know you don't like that kind of stuff, but holding hands might be believable enough. Oh, you're the best, Alastor."

"Yes, yes... so I've been told...", he replied with the usual giddy tone, although his voice sounded a little thick with white static.

You didn't pay much attention to it though, feeling a weight drop from your shoulders at the prospect of keeping the nuisance at bay. The whole idea might seem a bit strange to the others, but if it helped, why not?

***

"Well then, darling, ready to give the performance of your lifetime?", Alastor called the moment you exited the elevator. He was practically hopping over, grinning at you with a mixture of smugness, amusement and... something else. His smile grew, showcasing his pointed, sharp teeth with a flash. He was looking as dapper as always, dress coat neat and perfectly in place, cane ready at his hands - the radio demon as he breathed and lived.

"I hope so..." you muttered distractedly while straightening the hem of your uniform and peeking around the lobby. It was early morning and you had a not-so-short list of errands to run for the hotel. Alastor had been nonchalant about the trip when you asked him to accompany you last night, and you had half-assumed he had some matters of his own to tend to, or just flat-out backing out. But he just waved his hands and told you he'd be there at 8 a.m. sharp, which he was. In ALL the ways.

As it turned out the rumors of your plan must have traveled down the hotel grapevines fast and after a small bang and a hissed “Sssshhh!” from the left you saw the curious faces of Charlie, Niffty and Angel poking out the kitchen door, spying from afar and watching you and Alastor with bated breaths and loud-yet-shushed giggles.

"Don't tell me you're having a second thoughts on me accompanying you, dear.", Alastor stepped closer, wrapping his fingers around your hand in a tight grip, either oblivious to the audience or utterly non-fazed by them. You shook your head no, grimacing a little as your body tensed up in a bit of... concern. Not because of what you were about to do, no, it had everything and nothing to do with him and the... um. Hand. Touching.

"We can hear you, you know.", you hissed in the direction of the whispered squeals at his gesture, face scrunching up when a peal of giggling broke out and Angel audibly snorted through a quickly closed door. "Jus' be careful, tits, if 'ya go further than that with the oldtimer 'ya might need to buy some protection while 'ya out."

***

The plan was quite simple, but you guessed it had the possibility of either working like a charm or the idiot getting so mad, he could lose it and try something stupid.

Nevertheless, with Alastor on your side you didn't feel as paranoid and suffocated about leaving the grounds of the hotel. And his idea had worked out brilliantly so far. Not a single sign of your stalker, you had only met the usual faces on the main market road of the Pentagram City - maybe they stared a little more... okay, a LOT more, seeing you arm in arm with Al - and you ran into Angels' friend, Cherri Bomb, when you had to get some permits renewed. She had been friendly but extremely surprised and curious about since when you and Alastor, THE Radio demon were parading around 'like a pair of fuckin' newlyweds', in her words.

Alastor tried to brush her off with a monotone "What can I say? The good Lady just adores my presence.", squeezing your hand a little tighter, but his answer didn't satisfy her, so Cherri tried to pry into you, raising a brow and shooting you a smirk. "Al is a fun guy and interesting to talk to and spend time with. I like his company.", you shrugged, signing a paper, avoiding looking the cyclops into the eyes while you felt your ears redden.

It took her a good minute of blank stare, but when her grin slowly grew wider, you had no choice but to warn her with a hard stare and a small shake of your head. She rolled her one eye but she made a gesture of sealing the lips, still oogling the connection of your hands with impish delight.

At that moment you felt a squeeze on the hand, still in Alastor's grasp and his heavy stare from your right. His smile seemed fixed, a bit on the strained side, although his gaze remained cheerful.

"Everything wrapped up here, dearest?" he asked, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Almost done, just this document and the hotel can continue to serve alcohol. Husk would give me one hell of a shot if I'd forget that one."

You looked over to see if Alastor would pick up on the joke, but he was staring intently somewhere over your shoulder, so you just filed the form quickly and waved your friend goodbye. He quickened his steps, almost dragging you away as he paced down the street. You almost tripped over you own feet, trying to keep up with him.

"I think your persistent little pursuer has found us, darling. Don't look, just walk."

You sped up, also feeling a presence that had been on your heels a little longer than comfortable, a weighty silence behind your back. Still, as you rounded a corner, you just had to take a tiny peek and you saw, from the corner of your eyes, that the deranged looking coyote was gaining on you, still keeping his distance, his figure only a dark, moving smudge in the distance.

"Um... I guess now's a good time for a Plan B.", you said, halting in front of an antique shop.

Alastor's hand slid a bit lower, only his fingers curled around yours now, his warm touch tingling. "I'm thinking of it. Knowing your weak stomach, darling, bloodshed is out of the question?" he inquired, acting overly interested in a vintage gramophone showcased in the shop window and you snorted.

"You remember that?"

"Dear, it's hard to forget the amount of bile Niffty had to clean out of the dishwasher after you ran into my cooking...experiment."

"Not my proudest moment...", you laughed nervously, feeling cold sweat gather up on your back as you saw the rabid looking demon from the corner of your eye, creeping closer and closer. Alastor gave you a long, thoughtful look, before he spoke again, quietly and serious.

"Then let us both hope you'll stomach Plan B better."

Before you could think much, Alastor turned towards you, untangling his fingers from yours. His now freed hand cupped your cheek, and before you could say anything, he bowed down, tilting his head a bit to the side and gently pressed his ever-smiling lips against yours.

It was not your first kiss in your afterlife, but it might have very well been, seeing as your first response was an electric jolt up your spine. And this reaction wasn't even the weirdest part if the actual kissing part was just some peck. This wasn't a peck. A kiss with lips unmoving wasn't a kiss, it was more of a mouth-touching. This was something way more.

As surprising as the kiss was the tenderness with which he brought his lips to yours. It was gentle and yet so sensual that it sent small currents all over your skin, causing your eyes to close, goosebumps to form along your arms and a nervous flutter to erupt in the pit of your stomach. And maybe, maybe it lasted for just a fraction of the eternity it felt like, but if someone would have asked you later, you would swear he stole more than just a taste with the kiss. The slight push and pull between your mouths left the edges of your skin numb, the press of his smooth and heated mouth stirring up a peculiar feeling inside you that kept growing and rising and..

What was the reason for this again?

Oh yeah, your stalker.

Stalker.

You opened your eyes, seeing Alastor's burning red eyes fixated on something behind you, his expression intense with the hint of arrogance, a possessive smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Something about that, the feel, the look in his eyes, made the back of your neck prickle. You blushed a little bit more but caught onto the reason the moment you realized what he was doing, trying to break the kiss to see where the coyote was.

You could only turn your head far enough to see the quickly shrinking silhouette of the demon vanishing in the distance, before Alastor brought his other hand to your waist, pulling you closer together, his tongue slipping between your lips, coaxing your lips to open again. Your own tongue responded and, together they mingled and twined with one another, sending the nerve-ending of your lips into a pleasant tingling sensation.

"A-Alas...tor...", you tried to get the words out as he nipped your lower lip, your eyes falling into those bright, heavy lidded ones of his, eyes which you couldn't stop looking into.

"He.. he's gone."

"Mh. Pity...", Alastor breathed with a soft hum, his chest rumbling at his words. His response had a mixture of sarcasm and amusement in it, but before you could properly ponder on them, your entire mind short-circuited when you realized he made no move to pull away.

Quite the opposite - with his hand sliding to your neck he pulled you onto his mouth again, deepening the kiss as his tongue slipped past your lips once more, completely shutting your mind down as a quiet, heartbreaking moan escaped your throat.

The fact that you two were in public, still standing in front of some store, all on display for anyone that might come down the road, didn't register in the haze that was slowly, so pleasantly slowly, forming. So lost were you in that fog of heat that the surroundings suddenly got distorted, leaving the alley, the store, the city completely. Your head spun at the sensations, a tremble raked across your nerves as your knees grew weak at the sound of his playful voice, echoing in the void you found yourself in.

"Let's draw it out a little more, darling, hm? Just to make sure."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fraugwinskawrites #angel dust #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel niffty #for the frauchen #quick fic

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klaus99kommt01 · 6 months

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#nah das ist doch mal ein Frauchen

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farnwedel · 9 days

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Lizenz zum Beißen 14: "Ich glaube, es gibt Krieg. Mein Säbel juckt"

Sie vögeln. Phil unternimmt zwar noch einen Versuch, ihr zu erzählen, dass er Formwandler ist, aber Schwanz ist Schwanz, was willst machen, erst wird gefickt.

Mitten in der Nacht weckt Vanda Phil, weil sie Hunger hat. Phil ruft Connor an, der Phineas schickt (dem trotz Duschen und frischer Klamotten sofort auffällt, dass die beiden was miteinander haben). Er bringt Blut und Waffen mit.

„Das ist ja merkwürdig.“ Vanda drehte sich auf der Stelle und sah sich in der Hütte um. „Hier gibt es gar keine Jagdgewehre. Wie habt ihr die Tiere denn umgebracht?“

Phil so: ööööh, Howard bewahrt die woanders auf, damit sie keiner klauen kann.

Er nimmt Phineas auf einen „Kontrollgang“ mit nach draußen.

Vanda verschränkte die Arme und legte die Stirn in Falten. „Ich verstehe schon. Du willst mit ihm über grausames Kriegszeugs reden, ohne das kleine Frauchen zu erschrecken. Ich habe schon einmal einen Krieg durchgemacht, weißt du. Ich bin stark, verdammt.“

Nicht halb so stark, wie sie tat.

Sehr ihr, was ich meine? Seht ihr??? Vanda hat als frisch gebissener Vampir KZ-Wärter umgebracht und Phil mit seinen zarten 27 meint, sie käme nicht ohne seinen Schutz zurecht – und das Buch gibt ihm auch noch Recht. Boah, ey. 🙄

Phineas redet Phil ins Gewissen, dass er Vanda endlich reinen Wein einschenken solle, was seine Fähigkeiten und Sigismund angeht. Als sie zur Hütte zurückkehren, kommt ein Anruf herein – zwei Standorte von Romatech wurden bombardiert, vierzehn Vampire sind tot.

#lizenz zum beißen #gun control #geschlechterstereotype #nsfg

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drunk-on-shadows-my-love · 1 month

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Die kätzische Aufsicht hat das Mittagessen beschlagnahmt - da war wohl illegales Hühnchen enthalten, das Frauchen versucht hat ganz für sich allein zu behalten. Mist, erwischt worden! :(

(Selbstverständlich hat er auch was bekommen, nur nicht... das. ;)

Reste-Essen: Imo Dango, Hühnchen vom Take Away und die faule Version von Tamagoyaki :D

#food #japanese #cat

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techniktagebuch · 9 months

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6. August 2023

kun hat Geweil seit Marz keine Scheile mehr

Meine Tante (Geburtsjahrgang 1938) zeigt mir das Tagebuch, das meine Großeltern über die ersten Lebensjahre der Tante geführt haben.

Die Einträge des in Deutschland zur Schule gegangenen Großvaters, der eine für mich normale und ordentliche Handschrift hat, sind leicht zu lesen. Aber die Großmutter hat in ihrer österreichischen Schule Sütterlin schreiben gelernt, und ihre Einträge kann ich der Mutter und der Tante nur sehr stockend vorlesen. Deshalb beginne ich mit einer Transkription. Handschriftlich, weil das Haus der Tante in der Nähe von Edgezhofen liegt und ich dort sehr wenig Internet (für Google Docs) habe. Außerdem fehlt mir die Zuversicht, dass ich meine Geräte ohne Probleme mit dem Tantendrucker verbinden können werde.

Auch im Tantenhaushalt scheint das Papier knapp geworden zu sein. Deshalb verwende ich für meine Transkription Blätter, die ich aus dem Papiereinzugsfach des Druckers genommen habe. Auf ihrer Rückseite sind Telefonrechnungen, Kreditkartenabrechnungen und die Lieferscheine von Briefmarkenbestellungen. Ich zerteile sie in A5-große Hälften und stelle mir vor, dass die Nachfahren dieses Haushalts später vielleicht die Rückseiten der Blätter mindestens so interessant finden werden wie ihre Vorderseiten.

Nachdem ich einiges transkribiert und vorgelesen habe, fällt mir ein, dass das mittlerweile doch eigentlich automatisch gehen müsste. Ich ärgere mich, dass ich auf die Idee nicht früher gekommen bin, befrage eine Suchmaschine und werde auf Transkribus verwiesen, eine auf Texterkennung in handschriftlichen historischen Dokumenten spezialisierte Plattform, die mit Sütterlin-Kompetenzen wirbt. Man kann eine Testdatei hochladen. Danach dauert es etwa dreißig Sekunden, dann ist die Transkription fertig:

13. Juli 1945 kun hat Geweil seit Marz keine Scheile mehr, vil in den Werren des bedoenen trieges daran nicht zu denken ist: Gott sei Ank kann sie dler bereitsGut batem schreiben und lesen, aich schon ganz gut rechnen de manno utt holt alle Tage 1 Kinde mit ihr. Leider ist Gratel aber nuch haul arben, so faul ein im Essen, das imner noch viel Ärger macht. Die Manna muf sehr eineseusgen mit ihr. bler sii ist als Kindermägdle für Truderl gut zu frauchen und kann auch recht artig und sanft sein: Auch für sie Frn es recht gut ien sie ämllich einen Pacha habe, der unter bei uns bleibt: Mit Aebrucht beten die Kinder alle Tage Arunn, die arme Manna verzehrt hast an Sehnsucht; kan wird dies Gast aller feste sein, dof unser Popa heimbriumt?22

Na gut, ein bisschen beeindruckend ist es schon, dass immerhin manche Wörter richtig erkannt worden sind. Aber über die, mit denen ich selbst Schwierigkeiten hatte, weiß auch Transkribus sehr wenig. In diesem Beispiel war das vor allem das Wort vor "schreiben und lesen", das in der Transkribus-Version "batem" heißt. Ich habe lange gebraucht, um zu glauben, dass da wirklich "Latein" steht. Die Tante hat nicht etwa die lateinische Sprache in der Grundschule gelernt, sondern die lateinische Schrift, und das war für die Großmutter, die sie nicht gelernt hatte, erwähnenswert.

Die letzten Zeilen auf der Seite, in der Handschrift des Großvaters, sind bis auf kleinere Fehler ganz gut erkannt worden:

Nach dem der Papa zuerst noch 14 Tage in Dillingen war, aus Augst, die Freuzosen wurden in nochmal fangen, kam er endlich am 18. Juli 45 gesund aus dem

Aber das nützt mir nicht so viel, die kann ich ja selbst lesen.

(Kathrin Passig)

#Sütterlinschrift #handschriftlich #Papier #Kathrin Passig #Transkribus #best of

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qchefsdental · 2 months

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Hallo Leute- seht meine Beute! Lecker gesunde Zahnputzflips- die knuspern herrlich wie Chips!- und gleich noch Zähne sauber- mega- der QCHEFS Zauber! Der Trick mit den Zahnputzflips: Frauchen taucht sie in immer andere Leckereien- so duftet ’s neu und ist ein Gaumenschmeichler. #qchefscats #katzenglück #katzenfreunde #katzenfoto #hauskatze #katzenbabys #katzenaufinstagram #katzenliebhaber #katzenleben #katzenwelt #katzenspielzeug #katzenzähne #catlife #catloversclub #catstagram #catsofinstagram #catsoftheworld #catsoftheday #catworld #cats #katze #katzen #cat #catlover #katzenpfötchen #catfacts #qchefscats #mycat

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mel1505 · 4 months

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03.01.2024 Nach dem Frühstück ging es weiter zu einem Aussichtspunkt direkt am Meer in der Nähe von Margaret River. Die Aussicht war super schön und wir spazierten eine Weile am Strand entlang. Wir sahen einem super süßen Hund dabei zu, wie er eifrig seinem Ball hinterher rannte. Sein Frauchen schmiss ihn nun etwas weiter ins Meer und er wusste nicht recht was er tun sollte. Wir unterhielten uns kurz mit ihr und sie erzählte uns, dass er eher ein Farm Hund ist und es nicht gerne hat, wenn er keinen Boden unter den Füßen hat. Und deshalb wartete er einige Minuten, bis der Ball durch die Wellen wieder zu ihm geschwappt wurde. Einfach süß! 🐶 Ein Stückchen weiter waren einige Felsen, auf die wir drauf kletterten. Hier konnte man wunderbar dem Meer zuschauen, wie es gegen die Steine klatschte. Zwischen den Felsritzen sahen wir kleine und große Krebse, ein paar Perlmuttmuscheln und andere kleine Tierchen, wo wir nicht wussten was es genau ist. Noch kurz die Seele baumeln lassen, bis es dann wieder los ging… Als wir durch einen Wald fuhren, kam aus der linken Seite eine Emu Mama mit ihren sechs Kindern und überquerten ganz entspannt die Straße. Sie schaute vorher aber ganz genau, ob es sicher war. Wir hielten natürlich an und schauten ihr noch kurz nach. Unsere nächstes Ziel war Hamelin Bay. Hier soll es stingrays (Stachelrochen) geben. Es war mittlerweile Mittag und der Parkplatz war schon ziemlich voll. Wir fanden zum Glück noch zwei Lücken und stellten unsere Camper ab. Zwischen einer kleinen Sanddüne liefen wir Richtung Meer. Ich lief voraus und konnte nach einer Kurve als erstes das Meer sehen und starrte wie verzaubert auf den weißen Sand und das kristallklare, türkisfarbene Wasser - weiter hinten am Horizont dunkelblau. Unglaublich! 😍 Wir überlegten kurz, ob wir auf die Felsen zum Aussichtspunkt laufen sollten oder doch lieber weiter am Meer entlang. Wir entschieden uns, am Wasser zu bleiben. Es war die absolut richtige Entscheidung, denn ein paar Meter weiter waren tatsächlich zwei Rochen im seichten Wasser. Ein Kleiner und ein Großer. 🤩 Der Große hat sogar seine „Flosse“ aus dem Wasser gehoben und uns gewunken. Was für ein Glück wir haben, dass wir die beiden beobachten konnten! ♥️ Wir verbrachten noch eine Weile am Strand, genossen die Aussicht und die warme Sonne auf unserer Haut. Das Wasser war leider relativ kühl, daher gingen wir nicht baden. Wir hatten nun noch ca. 300 km und 3,5 Stunden Fahrt vor uns, denn wir wollten runter in den Süden. Die Entfernungen hier sind schon recht weit… „Is nicht weit“ ist eben manchmal doch noch ganz schön weit. Wir fuhren durch einige National Parks. Rechts und links von der Straße waren riesige Bäume! Sehr faszinierend und super schön. 🤩 Am späten Nachmittag erreichten wir den car park der Elephant Rocks und der Greens Pool. Es war bewölkt, super windig und deutlich kühler als in Perth. Wir zogen alle warmen Sachen an, die wir dabei hatten. 🥶 Die Elephant Rocks sind eine riesige Felsformation, die von oben wohl tatsächlich wie eine gedrängte Elefantenherde aussieht. Die Sicht vom Aussichtspunkt war gigantisch! 🤩 Wir kletterten auf einen der größten Steine und die Sonne war für einen Moment auf unserer Seite. Im Wasser unten konnten wir wieder zwei Rochen beobachten. So toll! Bei direkter Sonneneinstrahlung muss das ganze noch viel spektakulärer aussehen, da das Wasser dann türkis ist. 😍 Auf der anderen Seite schauten wir uns noch die Greens Pools an. Die Aussicht war toll! Aber die Sonne stand schon tief, da es schon nach 18 Uhr war. Wir machten trotzdem noch tolle Erinnerungsfotos und fuhren ins nächste Camp - das Boat Harbour Camp.

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nicki1505 · 4 months

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03.01.2024

Nach dem Frühstück ging es weiter zu einem Aussichtspunkt direkt am Meer in der Nähe von Margaret River. Die Aussicht war super schön und wir spazierten eine Weile am Strand entlang. Wir sagen einen super süßen Hund dabei zu, sie er eifrig seinem Ball hinterher rannte. Sein Frauchen schliss ihn nun etwas weiter ins Meer und er wusste nicht recht was er tun sollte. Wir unterhielten uns kurz mit ihr und sie erzählte uns, dass er eher ein Farm Hund ist und es nicht gerne hat, wenn er keinen Boden unter den Füßen hat. Und deshalb wartet er einige Minuten, bis der Ball durch die Wellen wieder zu ihm geschwappt wird. Einfach süß! 🐶

Ein Stückchen weiter waren einige Felsen, auf die wir drauf kletterten. Die anderen hatten alle Turnschuhe an - ich mit meinen Flipflops hatte nicht die beste wahr getroffen.

Hier konnte man wunderbar dem Meer zuschauen, wie es gegen die Steine klatschte. Zwischen den Felsritzen sahen wir kleine und große Krebse, ein paar Perlmuttmuscheln und andere kleine Tierchen, wo wir nicht wussten was es genau ist.

Noch kurz die Seele baumeln lassen, bis es dann wieder los ging…

Als wir durch einen Wald fuhren, kam aus der linken Seite eine Emu Mama mit ihren sechs Kindern und überquerten ganz entspannt die Straße. Sie schaute vorher aber ganz genau, ob es sicher war. Wir hielten natürlich an und schauten ihr noch kurz nach.

Unsere nächstes Ziel war Hamelin Bay. Hier soll es stingrays (Stachelrochen) geben.

Es war mittlerweile Mittag und der Parkplatz war schon ziemlich voll. Wir fanden zum Glück noch zwei Lücken und stellten unsere Camper ab. Zwischen einer kleinen Sanddüne liefen wir Richtung Meer. Mel lief voraus und konnte nach einer Kurve als Erste das Meer sehen und starrte wie verzaubert auf den weißen Sand und das kristallklare, türkisfarbene Wasser - weiter hinten am Horizont dunkelblau. Unglaublich! 😍 So ähnlich muss es im Hinmel aussehen.

Wir überlegten kurz, ob wir auf die Felsen zum Aussichtspunkt laufen sollten oder doch lieber weiter am Meer entlang. Wir entschieden uns, am Wasser zu bleiben. Es war die absolut richtige Entscheidung, denn ein paar Meter weiter waren tatsächlich zwei Rochen im seichten Wasser. Ein Kleiner und ein Großer. 🤩 Der Große hat sogar seine „Flosse“ aus dem Wasser gehoben und uns gewunken. Was für ein Glück wir haben, dass wir die beiden beobachten konnten! ♥️

Wir verbrachten noch eine Weile am Strand, genossen die Aussicht und die warme Sonne auf unserer Haut. Das Wasser war leider relativ kühl, daher gingen wir nicht baden.

Wir hatten nun noch ca. 300 km und 3,5 Stunden Fahrt vor uns, denn wir wollten runter in den Süden. Die Entfernungen hier sind schon recht weit… „Is nicht weit“ ist eben manchmal doch noch ganz schön weit.

Wir fuhren durch einige National Parks. Rechts und links von der Straße waren riesige Bäume! Sehr faszinierend und super schön. 🤩

Am späten Nachmittag erreichten wir den car park der Elephant Rocks und der Greens Pool. Es war bewölkt, super windig und deutlich kühler als in Perth. Wir zogen alle warmen Sachen an, die wir dabei hatten. 🥶

Die Elephant Rocks sind eine riesige Felsformation, die von oben wohl tatsächlich wie eine gedrängte Elefantenherde aussieht. Die Sicht vom Aussichtspunkt war gigantisch! 🤩 Wir kletterten auf einen der größten Steine und die Sonne war für einen Moment auf unserer Seite. Im Wasser unten konnten wir wieder zwei Rochen beobachten. So toll! Bei direkter Sonneneinstrahlung muss das ganze noch viel spektakulärer aussehen, da das Wasser dann türkis ist. 😍

Auf der anderen Seite schauten wir uns noch die Greens Pools an. Die Aussicht war toll! Aber die Sonne stand schon tief, da es schon nach 18 Uhr war. Wir machten trotzdem noch tolle Erinnerungsfotos und fuhren ins nächste Camp - das Boat Harbour Camp.

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lalaidrisseoffiziell · 2 years

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Na komm... Wer ist ein braves Hündchen? Begrüße dein Frauchen!

Begrüße den Fußfetisch-Freitag, lieber Freund. Bald kommt das Wochenende 💃🧡 Warum feiern wir den Fußfetisch-Freitag eigentlich?

#Fußfetisch-Freitag

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nalle · 2 years

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Irgendwann nachts musste ich meine Sachen packen und ins Frauenhaus. ’ne Woche später stand er da und hat uns abgeholt und hat mir was geschenkt. Weißt du was? ’ne Meerjungfrauen-Barbie. Das Frauchen ohne Beine, nur mit diesem beknackten Fischschwanz, die sich nicht bewegen kann ohne ihren Mann.

#moonstark #isalabells #janpawlak #tatort #tatortedit #tatort dresden #karin gorniak #leonie winkler #mine.#r: weil ich dich drum bitte

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fraugwinska · 8 days

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Follow up idea to the person who suggested that lovely birthday doodle request,, Reader who can draw proficiently as a hobby and often sketches folks at the hotel in their sketch book. Alastor is a bit offended that no matter what it seems as though he’s no where in this book, when they retire for the night he brings it up almost as if he’s jealous and they laugh at him. He’s upset because now he feels as though they are making fun of him until they retrieve another book and turns out they draw him in privacy (he’s so special he has his own book) It’s so cute too theres little heart doodles and them holding hands everywhere

Darling, how can I say no to 1) you *handheart* and 2) to such a cute pürompt? Make way, guys, gals and non-binary pals, here comes the fluff-queen!

❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️

Pictures of You

“ME NEXT! ME NEXT!” You tugged your sketchbook out of Niffty's small but surprisingly strong fingers. The little demon giggled and almost fell from your shoulder, making you laugh.

“Niff, any more doodles of you and I'd have to pay you royalties. Also, Angel asked first.”

You grinned, turning another page of the thick binder to an empty canvas and twirled the coal pen in your hand. Husk had just involuntarily changed his sleeping position from 'face in hands' to 'face on counter', groaning at the impact, so you wanted to start anew. Niffty resumed to braid your hair – you often let her just do what she wanted, she had a knack for it anyways – and huffed. “You only want to draw him because he can do impossible poses.” “Well, he is flexible.”

“Comes with the job, sweet cheeks.” Angel, who had entered through the door, grinned at you, taking his pink heart-shaped sunglasses off while he walked behind you, leaning over your shoulder. “Aw, toots, you really are talented, Husky looks like a snack there. Can I have that when 'ya done?”

“Have what, my effeminate fellow?” Angel jumped as Alastor materialized behind him without warning, releasing a startled 'Jesus Christ on a cracker!' while his lower set of arms clung onto your tensed shoulders. The radio demon laughed heartily, bending over slightly to look past Angel's head. He craned his neck and reached with his cane, forcing you to lean sideways so he could examine what you were drawing.

You flinched at the contact with the strangely warm metal, but didn't look up from the page. You only gripped the black coal tighter, feeling it beginning to crack. Alastor hummed in what sounded almost fond praise, giving a brief tap to Husk's shape on the paper.

"Marvelous! What a talent you have." he proclaimed. "Although I have to ask again, my dear, how come you never draw me? Surely I could..."

You lifted a finger, face scrunched up in concentration and shook your head, eyes firmly on the almost finished sketch. Alastor clicked his tongue in a displeased way, clawed fingers impatiently tapping the microphone at the end of his cane.

"Really, dearest. I have a great interest for-"

"Hold on!"

"-a unique idea of the possibilities-"

"Done!"

As you finished, you stretched your cramped hand, setting down the charcoal on the armrest of the red plush sofa and rubbing your fingers to get rid of the black stains. You ripped the paper out of the sketchbook and handed it to Angel, carefully avoiding Alastors burning eyes and ignoring the angry static pops sizzling on your skin.

"There you go, Ange. You can lock it in with a little coat of hairspray, otherwise it will smudge easily."

You hastily stood up, letting Niffty tumble down your back onto the sofa with a wild giggle while you quickly assembled your things. You saw Alastor open his mouth and interrupted whatever speech he might've wanted to deliver you, your heart racing and mouth unusually dry.

"Oh, would you look at the time, I promised Charlie to get laundry done by the evening, I better get going. Maybe another time, yeah? Okay, bye!"

You were already through the door by the time he had registered you leaving, mouth half-open and ready to protest against whatever injustice he felt you had done him. His eyebrow twitched slightly at your retreating figure, eyes flickering between the corner you disappeared around and Angel Dust, the latter laughing mockingly at the deer.

"Aw shucks, failing again, deer daddy? What is it now, the fifth time she blew 'ya off?"

"The seventh.", Niffty corrects him, scratching on the black spot where you had set the charcoal in between your work. Alastor gave her a sour expression, while Angel leaned back, eyeing the sketch of his subject of interest with lovingly.

"Maybe she took 'ya by heart, Smiles. Don't 'ya always say 'ya got a face for radio only?"

***

Alastor was fuming.

Everyone was in that damn book, everyone. And yet, he was nowhere in it to be found.

In his opinion he was far superior in beauty of aesthetics then, for example, Angel Dust, or Vaggie. Hell, Husk had even made an entry, and all he did was lay around and drink himself into oblivion. Why would you take the time to sketch these nobodies in detail instead of him? Was he that unimportant to you, did you deem him that unworthy? Or was this your subtle way of making fun of his appearance, his laughable predicament of being a predator in a prey body?

He thought he'd have been generous enough not to reprimand you, or destroy that damned book all together after all this time. It was your luck that he had developed a strange fondness of you. Alastor only ever bothered himself with a few souls since his arrival in hell, and his encounter with you was a happy coincidence indeed. You were so much less annoying, so much more quiet and respectful than most of the demons around him, with your charcoal pen behind your ear and a keen eye for beautiful things that you turned into artworks like it was your second nature.

And even though you've always seemed to take a liking to him, his patient questions for a sketch, a portrait or just anything of him was met by you with dismissiveness, awkward excuses or outright evading, only ever drawing other sinners, even the cursed piglet Angel called a pet. But never, never him.

This couldn't go on any longer. He would talk to you about it, and either you would draw him willingly or you would draw nothing at all.

Your room was located only three corridors down his own suite, right across of a broken down door. Despite the late hour you had left the door cracked open, music faintly streaming through it along the orange light of your desk lamp. Which meant you were still awake. Still working. Still drawing.

The door made no sound when he pushed it open, carefully peeking his head inside. He was right, your back was hunched over your desk, completely lost in your work while your voice hummed along with the little melody from the radio.

The radio he had gifted you. He snapped his fingers and the music screeched loudly before coming to a stop, the radio dying instantly and making you jump in your seat.

"JESUS!" You whipped your head around, clutching your heart. He gave his best charming smile, red eyes narrowing in on you.

"No dear, it's just me." he smiled maliciously and closed the door behind him, it clicking ominously shut. Locked. You laughed awkwardly, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face and hastily closed the thick, black sketchbook on the desk shut, a different one than the one from before. A new one. Another cursed one without him in it, surely.

"Haha, thank satan, I'm not dressed to meet the son of god." you quibbed, avoiding his gaze and twirling your pencil, something you always did when you were nervous.

He didn't join into your joke, instead he walked over to your dresser, where the filled sketchbook from before laid. Open, showing a detailed drawing of Keekee stretching in front of the fireplace. The blasted cat was the last straw.

"Why," Alastor spoke sharply, barely registering his antlers sprouting in angry cracks, "are there any and every sinners and creatures depicted in that... doggone, ridiculous thing?".

His words were spat with so much anger he missed your scared and confused look when you pushed your chair back, almost tripping and scrambling to get away. "What? Alastor, I..."

He hit the book once, almost tearing the thick parchment. "And not one mention of me? You have no idea how utterly vexing and insulting it is to feel ignored, or rather unnoted! What did I do, oh do tell, dear, that makes you think of me so below you that you just outright forget my existence?!"

Again, he hit the book, feeling it starting to rip from the amount of pent up frustration tightening his grip. But it did feel good, immensely so, to take it out on the damn thing he would have shredded weeks ago, if you didn't enjoy it so much.

"N-Nothing, you really don't... you don't understand...", you laughed nervously, eyes too pleading, too soft for his liking, as if you mocked him or worse: Pitied him. The thought alone fueled his anger further.

"Then I advise you to make me understand, my darling.", he growled, shoes scratching on the wooden floors with each step as he neared you, pressing you against the desk. "Because otherwise, I have no inhibitions to incinerate every single one of these god damn..."

"I draw you all the time. In your own book."

You grabbed the sketch book from the desk and thrust it in his face, spouting more nonsense with teary eyes that went deaf through his ears, only glaring at the cover and then opening it, ready for anything.

Nothing. Nothing but him.

There was no mention of anyone else.

There was nothing but him. His face. Portraits, stills, sketches, whole sceneries, doodles even.

Pages and pages full of his own features, his eyes looking back at him, so carefully captured in coal lines that his head reeled.

There he was, walking in long strides through the lobby, hair perfect and suit straight, the drawing so detailed it could've been a photography. On the other side was a picture of him, his eyes narrowed, showing no emotion as he stared down at the hotel papers in his hand. The next page, he was captured in a fight with that buffoon Sir Pentious, his is mouth cracked in an evil smile, claws stretched and ready to snap the snakes' airship in half.

And ever in between those artworks: Little doodles, as if drawn with an absent mind, of him and you. Holding hands. Embracing each other. Laughing together. Gazing into each others eyes. Silly hearts all around them.

Alastor almost dropped the book and the shakily uttered your name, for once truly at a loss for words.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Alastor...", he finally heard your muttering, voice trembling with tears. "I didn't know how... I was just... so... so embarrassed, and..."

Embarrassed. The absolute absurdity of it all.

Here he had been, worried you found him beneath the beauty you held in such esteem, wounded even so much as to bring out this unjustified anger. The fool he was. He was an idiot to have not considered the other possible explanations for your reticence.

Slowly, carefully, as if you'd spook and run should he move too fast, Alastor wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, still holding the book safely in his hand, pressing it into your back. At his will, his shadow lifted a hand and turned the radio on once again, a low hum resounding from the speakers as the soothing, quiet music continued.

"Mon cœur, the unnecessary pain you caused us both. And yet, I'm the one who has to apologize.", he said with an honesty he rarely spoke with. "We're both, evidently, quite hopeless. No use in keeping these feelings and words unsaid any longer then, hm? Can you forgive this old fool?"

You stared at him bewildered, at a loss for words yourself, before a relieved smile cracked your worried frown. Shiny tear streaks were running over your reddening cheeks, he wiped them off your face with a soft swipe of his thumb.

"Of course... As long as I can continue drawing you." You chuckled and pushed your face into his chest, Alastor was more than certain to hide the flush of your cheeks. He chuckled, gripping the book in his hands tighter as he buried his nose in your hair. You smelled like paper, paint and charcoal. And underneath it all lingered the scent of something new, yet familiar. Something... very much like him.

"Draw the both of us like this to perfection, darling, and that would be a deal worth to agree on."

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