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random-brushstrokes · 22 days

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Wilhelm Leibl - Two hands with red cloth on a blue apron (ca. 1890)

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frost-faerie · 4 months

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Klapollo situationship is such a funny concept to me. They make out during trial recesses and shit but klavier still refuses to call him anything but Herr Forehead or some German petname. Apollo walks out the broom closet with a giant cartoony kiss mark on his forehead

#“ach leibling you are sehr gut at mackhenouten with me ja ja”#ace attorney #apollo justice #klavier gavin #klapollo #is this suggestive?? does it count #meh. dont care #aa4

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heidismagblog · 3 months

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#circus #circus magazine #pearl jam #eddie vedder #stone gossard #jeff ament #mike mccready #dave abbruzzese #neil young #anthony kiedis #beth leibling #ray manzarek #robby krieger #john densmore

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life-imitates-art-far-more · 2 months

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Wilhelm Leibl (1844-1900) "Three Women in Church" (1881) Oil on mahogany Realism Located in the Kunsthalle Hamburg, Hamburg, Germany

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sictransitgloriamvndi · 10 months

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#art #german art #painting #oil on canvas #death #allegory #wilhelm leibl #totenschädel mit leichentuch 1868

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ghouljams · 1 month

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Remember that anon that wanted to read that short fic about Fae Ghost and Fae Konig being very particular about who calls their darlings by their nicknames. You know the one right? I Finally found it!!!

Here you go

Yaaaaaaay

Wow, that was like the start of the blog, all the way back in June. I can't believe you found that. Time to add it to my filing system like the organizational ghoul I am.

#ghoul speaks #I love those crazy kids #Love and Liebling in their baby phase #Love stil absolutely insane and territorial #Leibling still not tolerating Konig's bullshit #some things never change

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lover-of-skellies · 20 days

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Weiße Engel haben weiße Flügel schwarze Engel schwarze Flügel du bist die dunkle Liebe zu mir ich bin so abhängig von dir (etc Idk more lyrics)

I saw German and my brain blue screened. What did you just say to me anon

#anon #asks #/lh btw #idk any german #ik one word but that's it #well. maybe 4 words #shit. angel. night. leibling #leibling? liebling? idk man #words are hard

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mrdirtybear · 3 months

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'Self Portrait' as created in 1896 by Austrian artist Wilhelm Leibl (1844-1900). Please left click here for a short profile Leibl and his circle here.

#wilhelm leibl

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vizuart · 1 year

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#art #paintings #museum #art pieces #tumblr art #Wilhelm Leibl - Elderly Farmer and Young Girl (The Unequal Couple) (1876-77) [2106x2607]

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twafordizzy · 2 years

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Frank Duveneck zocht en vond zijn eigen stijl

De Amerikaanse kunstschilder Frank Duveneck ((1848-1919) begon met landschappen en vond zijn stijl uiteindelijk in portretten, sober in kleur, maar vol zeggingskracht. Duveneck was zoon van Duitse immigranten en verloor zijn vader op jonge leeftijd. Moeder hertrouwde met Duveneck en verhuisde naar Cincinnati. Daar kwam hij op zijn vijftiende in contact met kerkdecorateur Johann Schmitt, die…

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random-brushstrokes · 2 years

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Wilhelm Leibl - Kopf eines Bauernmädchens (ca. 1880)

#wilhelm leibl #german art #portrait #1880s

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oldsardens · 1 year

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Wilhelm Leibl - Bauernmädchen mit weißem Halstuch. 1897

#Wilhelm Leibl

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stargirlrchive · 7 months

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── KINKTOBER DAY THREE

cock-warming w/ könig ─ afab!reader

NSFW ✩ MINORS DNI

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST ✩ GENERAL MASTERLIST

you weren’t sure what it was but you had been craving intimacy from könig far more than usual. he had always been so affectionate with you but right now it felt that everyone was pulling you two apart. your lives dragging the two of you in different directions and it was driving you wild.

if könig noticed how overly affectionate you had been, he didn’t mention it. tonight was a rare occasion where the both of you had off. slipping into the covers together and he was fast asleep. but your mind wouldn’t shut off.

you tossed and turned, until you settled on watching könig sleep. your eyes taking in the strong muscles of his arms and back, and all the scars that had littered his body.

you tried to suppress the lewd thoughts running through your mind, but felt the familiar ache between your thighs begin to form. you inched closer to him, trying to squirm your way under him to be closer. a small grunt left his mouth as he turned to look at you. his eyes filled with exhaustion and voice thick with sleep. “leibling, are you alright?”

you only gave him a short hum, still trying to weasel your way under him. his massive hands gripped at your waist to stop you, frowning gently at you. “you’ve been tossing and turning all night. what’s wrong?”

your eyes watered softly at his tone of voice, it was so soft and confused, or maybe it was the question itself but your face buried itself into his neck before he could stop you.

könig was quick to sit up, wrapping his arms around you to bring you with him. “engel, talk to me. please.”

his fingers ran through your hair, trying to comfort you as he pressed his lips to your shoulder. pressing soft kisses but his stubble gently scratching against your skin had shivers running down your back.

“i just miss you. miss being close to you.”

his hands had made their way to your waist as he gently squeezed them. his lips trailing over your neck, nipping gently before making his way to your lips. “you want to be close to me, leibling? you’re already sitting on my lap.”

you frowned up at him, “wanna be closer.”

his fingers gently tightened around your hips, “yeah?”

you answered him with a short nod and he kissed you desperately. his tongue making its way into your mouth as he raised your hips.

roughly tugging on his boxers after removing your panties. your eyes were glued to the way his fingers wrapped around his cock.

he gave a few soft tugs and he hardened up instantly, gently bringing your hips down again.

the head of his cock running through your folds and tapping against your pulsing clit a few times. your face flushed as you whined out his name, “könig-”

he lined himself up with your entrance, sinking you down slowly onto his length. “oh, fuck.”

you were breathless by the time you had fully sank down onto him. könig’s hands making their way down your spine to pull you closer. “so warm, schatz. you feel so good.”

your face tucked into his neck once more as he maneuvered the two of you down. your chest flush again his, using his collar bone as your pillow with his cock fully sheathed inside of you. you felt so full, so connected and the tension in your body eased away.

your eyes began to grow heavy, your breathing sinking up with könig’s as his heartbeat lulled you to sleep.

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aangell333 · 5 months

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brain going fuzzy thinking about impaling myself on konig’s dick

he’d be so nice about it, letting you use his fat cock at your own pace. he knows he’s got a big dick and has to be gentle with your little hole. he’d let you go as slow as you need, trying to accommodate to his big, big size as you whimper and mewl.

“gently, mein schatz.”

“don’t strain yourself, leibling.”

until he can’t take it anymore and would flip you over, pounding into you tight hole as you scream and whine.

it’s a need.

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pandaemoniumpancakes · 2 years

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Wilhelm Leibl, Der Frankfurter Maler Victor Müller, ca. 1870, oil on canvas, 47 × 38.5 cm.

#wilhelm leibl

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starofthesea7 · 1 year

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König~ Fervently

(Pure filth)

Your eyes are rolled back in your head, tears glistening against darkly flushed cheeks, drool running down your chin, pooling onto a threadbare mattress. A spring is digging into your ribcage but you hardly feel it, as the bed is slammed over and over against grey cement wall. You can barely hear him, his breathy grunts, “Im so sorry leibling, ah- so sorry. Too rough, i know,” König is a fervent mess above you, desperate for release, unable to restrain himself. His face is contorted with pleasure, muscled arms straining as he holds himself above you, still careful not to crush you with his colossal mass, even in his state of inebriation.

Hes embarrassed- repulsed- at the roughness with which he ruts into you, apologies spilling from his lips as he ruins you, splitting you in half- stretching you out, ruining you for any other man. “I’m so sorry, you’re so good for me liebling, i’m hurting you, i’m - ah!- so sorry.” His mouth parts, raspy breaths like music to your ears. He mumbles, a shamble of german and english, how you’re so small, so tight, stretched so wide, stuffed so full. He’s fucking drooling.

“Told you to use me, ‘s okay.” It’s all you can muster right now, head thrown back, body limp. The fat of your hips recoils with each violet thrust. His head drops to the crook of your neck, overstimulation forcing tears from his glassy eyes. It mingles with your sweat, searing skin melding together. He’s edged himself for hours, cock painfully hard as you suck him in, so tight. He’s so thick, larger than life, gummy walls spasming as they attempt to take all of him in, be good for him, it’s all you ever wanted to be. Make him feel good, allow him to use you, not asking him to hold back like he always did. That’s what you’d told him two hours ago. “Do whatever you want to me, don’t hold back.” Did you regret it? No. Usually he would prepare you, stretch you out, agonizingly slowly, a finger at a time, readying you for him. Not tonight. Tonight was about him.

His breaths become airier, more pathetic as his release nears. You are a ragdoll, limbs spread, nails scratching blindly, a hole as he ruts into you, faster, jerkier, more erratic, his colossal frame curling around you. Your whines echo around you. Breasts bounce painfully, and the sound of his wet pelvis slapping against yours is obscene. Your wetness coats his pale lower stomach and rippling thighs. Brawny arms wrap around your body, holding you so fucking tight. “So, -ah, so close- scheiße.” He lets out a pitiful groan as he stuffs himself into you with a final thrust, holding your pelvises flush as his cock lurches, mushroom head notching so deep inside you- it sends you over the edge. He lets out a pitiful groan as your walls stutter around him, “C- cumming.” You shudder, shaking, clawing at his arms. His voice cracks, cock jumping, spurting inside of you, impossibly deep- you feel it in your guts, hot cum filling you up. You fall limp, stuffed, belly full and warm, you sob at the pressure.

He stills, both of you shuddering with after shocks. His breaths are dense and raspy as the adrenaline haze clears from his mind. He softly thrusts into you, a crackled groan at the feeling of fucking his cum back into you as you squirm.

When he pulls out, he stares with glassy eyes, pupils blow wide, breathing heavily at how he oozes from your puffy slit. His face is flushed and sweaty, lips parted in focus. The image makes him lightheaded. He hesitantly brushs you with his finger, making you jolt at the contact. He groans at the lewd squelch as he pushes his cum back inside you with a finger twice the size of your own, cunt clenching, spasming around him, always so willing, so good for him.

His glazed soft eyes trailed up your body, from your abused, leaking hole, to your hips, bruised and covered with indents from blunt fingernails, to your breasts, covered in sweat and flushed from his mindless gropes. Your face is flushed and glowing with sweat and tears, lips puffy and red. He raises his hand to your cheek, his own face heated with shame as he wipes tears from his inflicted pain.

You know you look a mess of drool, mussed hair and cum, broken and battered beneath him, but he looks down at you with pure venerable adoration, as if you are a shining angel sent from God himself.

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