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herehavesomeheadcanons · 2 years

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Black Butler x reader headcanons, but it’s only the characters I think deserve more attention.

Ash Landers

🤍💜 If you managed to get Ash to fall for you, good job. This angel is SO PICKY when it comes to a s/o. I doubt anyone but the purest of heart could turn his pretty head. Seriously. He’s like a unicorn or something.

🤍💜 Absolutely devoted to his s/o. If you’re looking for a loyal doormat, Ash is your angel. He will cook, clean, and do basically whatever you need him to. Seriously, all you have to do is ask.

🤍💜 Definitely takes everything way too seriously, so avoid joking requests like, oh, i dunno, “could you light London on fire for me?” He will. Don’t test him.

🤍💜 I feel like his favorite dates would be either sitting at home and chatting over a cup of tea, or someplace high up. He’s an Angel, after all. He likes to be near the sky.

🤍💜 Yes, he will fly you around. Unless you’re scared of heights.

🤍💜 Can and will fight anyone who even looks at you wrong. You might want to keep hold of his arm so he doesn’t get himself charged with arson and murder.

🤍💜 Very gentle, and shy with physical affection. He doesn’t want to taint such a pure being! You are going to have to just tackle him. He will NEVER admit it, but he loves physical affection more than anything. He also loves complements and praise.

🤍💜 Overall, a wonderful catch of a man- well, angel. He will definitely treat you right :)

Snake

🤍💛 Oh he’s such a cute little shy bean! All you’d have to do was give him a singular complement and he’d be head over heels for you. If you like snakes, even better! His friends will love you too :)

🤍💛 rarely speaks for himself. You might have to try behavior training to get him to tell you what HE says, instead of what his snakes are saying. Not that he ever really disagrees with his snakes, but still.

🤍💛 Yeah his snakes do a lot of the flirting for him, and they all have WILDLY different ways of going about it. Wordsworth, as the refined gentleman he is, gives very good complements. Emily likes to be in charge of planning dates. Goethe is very friendly and will ask how your day’s been (even if he just asked the same question five minutes ago!). Oscar is the problem snake. He’s a lil naughty noodle. More often than not, his comments are not translated (”Oscar! He can’t say THAT! Says emily”).

🤍💛 Very very shy about physical affection, but if you give it to him he will be addicted. Like, very addicted. He’s particularly fond of cuddling. He likes to be warm :)

🤍💛 Oh gosh if you complement his scales he will melt. He’s so self conscious and probably always worried that people with judge you harshly if he’s seen with you.

🤍💛 Defend him from bullies and you’ll have his loyalty forever. He will. Not. Leave. Your. Side. (Is that really such a bad thing? He’s so cute-)

🤍💛 Oh gosh please be gentle with him he’s such a fragile little noodle- Always speak with a gentle tone. He’s very sensitive to criticism.

🤍💛 Yes, you can hold his snakes. Yes, you can boop their little snoots. Just be gentle.

Charles Grey

🤍💙 Just don’t be a boring, beige colored, saltine cracker of a person and he’ll love you. By that I mean, actually have a personality. Be funny! Challenge him! Keep things interesting!

🤍💙 This man is a five year old trapped in a grown man’s body. Just look at that smug face. Does he look like a mature adult to you? He’d probably go to a carnival with you if you asked him. AND he’d win you all the prizes. He’s just that good.

🤍💙 Buys you lots of expensive gifts. He’s filthy stinking rich, after all. Will also take you on the most extravagant dates. I hope you like fancy food (and lots of it!) :)

🤍💙 He already knows how awesome he is, but tell him anyway. Are you just feeding his already over-large ego? Yes. Should you stop? Absolutely not. The way he puffs out his chest and shows off is just the cutest thing! Like one of those funny birds of paradise.

🤍💙 Being best friends with Phipps is a requirement. They’re a packaged deal. Which is funny, considering they’re polar opposites. Phipps has been dealing with Charlie’s shit for years now, he’s happy to have you around to lighten the load.

🤍💙 Boundaries? What are those? This little shit is all up in your business 24/7 and hates when you don’t pay attention to him. Absolutely loves physical affection. Not even the slightest bit shy about it. Prepare to be absolutely smothered with affection.

🤍💙 Would you like to learn fencing? He’d be delighted to teach you! Even more so if you happen to be good at it. This bastard loves a challenge!

🤍💙 He’s scared of ghosts and snakes, and you can DEFINITELY use that to your advantage. He will deny his fears till the day he dies, but it’s pretty obvious how terrified he is. You can get some pretty funny reactions out of him with a well-placed rubber snake! He’ll pout about it for a while, but after a bit he’ll come right back. Be warned: if you give him a particularly good scare he might end up in your bed that night. (He’s TOTALLY not scared, he just wants to make sure you’re ok!)

Aleister Chambers

✨❤️ Buckle up, buttercup. If you’re actually here for this man, i applaud your unique tastes. Not everyone can handle this bastard.

✨❤️ If you have a female body, congrats! You’re his type! Hope you didn’t want to get rid of him any time soon, because you will be stuck with his dramatic ass from the first time he lays eyes on you. And he has plot armor.

✨❤️ Yes. He is very, very, very dramatic. If you’re reading this, you’ve likely seen the show and you know EXACTLY how he acts. If you say even ONE insulting thing to him, he will act like you’ve stabbed him with a sword and flop onto the nearest piece of furniture, moaning about how you’ve wounded his feelings. It’s really funny, actually.

✨❤️ Will spoil you with extravagant gifts. He’s rich, what did you expect? He has SCARY good tastes, and will pick the best outfits for you. Don’t ask how he found out your size for… well, anything.

✨❤️ Oh he’s so clingy. Constantly wants your attention. I really don’t know what else to say, but it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he is NOT shy with physical affection. If physical affection is your love language, you’ll be in heaven with this man.

✨❤️ Get ready for some WEIRD pet names. Hands up, who’s surprised? Nobody? Thought so. Sure, he COULD use normal pet names, but it’s much more fun to come up with his own. If you give him a weird pet name, he’ll be absolutely delighted. Go ahead, see who can come up with the strangest nickname. It’ll be fun.

✨❤️ Honestly it’s worth it to endure him just for the free entertainment. His natural personality is so over-the-top extravagant that even just sitting at home with him is like watching a comedy skit. He gets way too excited about absolutely everything, and will randomly start spinning like he’s a glitched video game character.

✨❤️ He loves to dance! And throw extravagant parties where he can show you off to everyone.

✨❤️ Over all, is he a creep? Yes. But he’s also funny, pretty, and rich. So in all actuality, he’s a pretty decent catch.

Drossel Keinz

🧡💙 If you’re here for this man- er- puppet, congratulations, you are one of the only groups with more unique tastes than the Aleister simps. I’m honestly just writing him because he’s funny and i like his funky, jerky movements.

🧡💙 Achievement get! Acquire stalker (provoke any kind of positive feelings from the creepy puppet man)

🧡💙 Yeah he’s gonna stalk you for a while. He might not even approach you at all. He’s just curious about these ‘feelings’.

🧡💙 If he does approach you, it’s gonna be awkward as fuck. Seriously. He has no idea how to properly socialize, much less flirt. (Haha relatable)

🧡💙 every time he’s confused he does his little 90 degree head tilt. He’s confused a lot. He’s trying his best, ok? He quite literally has straw for brains.

🧡💙 If you’re artistic, he’d love to do art things with you. He’d also really love to show you his puppet collection. Hope you didn’t like sleeping :)

🧡💙 He’s not great at affection in general, but he tries. Sometimes his complements come off as creepy. Awkward head pats. So many awkward head pats. His skin feels like wood, and he smells like sawdust.

🧡💙 Be patient and explain things to him. He’s not great at feelings yet. Also very bad at even recognizing his feelings. Talking through feelings stuff with him is a great way to bond.

Gregory Violet

🖤💜 Anime onlys buckle up because some of the characters you only see in the manga are the best. Case in point, this art goth.

🖤💜 I feel like he would go for a more introverted s/o. Especially someone who’s artistic, like him. Not certain how two introverts get together, but whatever.

🖤💜 He’s a little eccentric, but that’s just part of his charm. Where else are you gonna find a cutie that likes to blow bubbles in his tea?

🖤💜 Unlike with other people, if he says he’s gonna draw you, he’ll actually draw you. He won’t make you stay posed for five hours while he draws everything BUT you (rip Greenhill).

🖤💜 You want to draw him? He’s a little shy, but i’m sure you can convince him to pose for you. He wants you to be happy, after all.

🖤💜 Café dates!! And art museum dates!! You should definitely attend his concerts as well. Make sure to complement his dancing afterwards! He’s a little embarrassed about having to dance in front of crowds. Remember, he doesn’t like dancing to begin with.

🖤💜 You might have to pester him for a bit, but he will give you private performances. Will it be the whole P4? Probably not. He wouldn’t want to bother his friends with something so silly. Besides, you’re his, not theirs.

🖤💜 He sings wonderfully. I imagine him having a low baritone kind of voice. The songs he sings for concerts often get stuck in his head (much to his annoyance), so sometimes you can hear him singing in the shower.

🖤💜 Unlike literally everybody else on this list, Violet is not clingly. He’ll give you your space when you need it. He needs his space too.

🖤💜 Not very physically affectionate. He’s pretty strictly traditional and what not, so you might have to beg him for kisses. Unfortunately, his lipstick doesn’t really taste like anything.

🖤💜 He’s actually really low maintenance and pretty self sufficient. Probably one of the best picks on this list, if i’m being completely honest.

#black butler x reader #black butler x you #Ash Landers x reader #black butler snake x reader #charles grey x reader #aleister chambers x reader #drossel keinz x reader #gregory violet x reader

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notafraidofredyellowandblue · 8 months

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Jung Wild Grenzenlos (2022) - Paul Landers (with translation)

ARD/MDR documentary from 2022 about the 1990's era with Paul Landers, with an attempt at translation by me 😊.

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Paul:

The 90's to me where the good old days in a sense that things evolved that one didn't know before. Musical directions emerged that didn't exist before. Youth movements that didn't exist. All of a sudden there was Grunge. Cool shit! Nirvana I heard on the radio and thought: Man what kind of good music is that! And one thought it would continue like that forever, and now looking back, one knows that is was a beautiful phase really, of change and of innocence and freshness.

There was this euphoria and i remember that it had a some anarchic traits, because the cops in the East could leave us, they weren't responsible for us anymore and the West cops didn't know us and didn't really know how to deal with the East-people and because of that there was a little Fool's freedom. Was a really lovely time.

<at a clip about the band Think about Mutation> 'Think about Mutation' initially were even ahead of us. They already had the principle of sequencer, machines and guitars. They already discovered that before us. At a concert we were pretty impressed by them in a musical way.

West alcohol i thought was really good, all the various variaties opened a whole new dimension.

Voice-over:

Maybe that Paul Landers pretty soon would be on stage with the band Rammstein. Forged from the wild growth of the Post reunification period, they practised at the East Berliner Knaack club and initially only play half full shows. But that changes quickly: German lyric, celebrated teutonics, Stage fire: the media foams of anger.

Paul:

The claim really was that we only do what we like, without looking in any specific direction, just "Lets go, we want to make trouble and we want to be extreme". We didn't care whether anybody liked it, at all.

VO:

Then the flame ignites, soon they fill every stadium all over the world. Six east-guys become the biggest band in the world. With thanks to the 90's.

Paul:

Rammstein is clearly a 90's band, but visually and musically. Ofcourse we think, we move, we mirror the sign of the time, but we are a 90's band, definitely.

VO:

Bobo, alias Christiane Hebold, steers the chorus of Engel

Bobo:

We were friends really. Then the idea was born for me to come in the studio and try out a few things as background. Paul sang the first parts of Engel to me and i thought "Sounds abit like 'Silly'" and he said "'Silly' is cool, sing it like that".

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Paul:

The state-supported bands had a similar experience as the 'Ost-schrippen' 1) for the first time they weren't needed.

VO:

In the year 1991 almost a third of East people were unemployed. Especially women and men over 40 could step down.

Paul:

My father was at the Academy of Science, and in the West there already was an Acadamy of Science, so they threw him out right away, whoop!, with one swipe. My mother too, whoop! Both in the party, for them initially it wasn't that great.

VO:

Paul Landers at the time plays with Feeling B, and the band creates a funny little song from the desolate situation. "Ich such' die DDR" (I'm looking for the GDR) becomes a hit in the scene in 1993. Many want to forgive the old regime and crawl back in the warm nest.

Paul:

'Ich such die DDR' was a joke, because somehow it was funny, Whoop! the GDR, the country i was born in, is gone. Daft at first, but also interesting. A country, Whoop! nothing left. And an ambassador really has to pack his bags because his country is gone. He can go home. Somehow we thought it an interesting theme.

VO:

Feeling B didn't find the GDR again, and because of that, are soon history.

Paul:

Feeling B's motive was to mess around a bit, be a bit cheeky, explore the East limits, those were very narrow, so pretty easy to explore, and when those were gone, at first i felt dumb. The main reason for our musical existance was gone somehow. It was all a bit...it felt stale, like an old beer.

In the east i liked the east, and in the west i like the west. Because of this i don't have 'Ostalgie' 2) in a sense like the others may have because maybe they noticed that is was pretty great looking back, and the West wasn't as gold as they thought it was. For that reason i never went to a 'Ostalgie' party.

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1) 'Ost-schrippen' are a kind of breadroll that was very familiar in GDR bakeries, but were quickly replaced by the treats from western bakeries (there are bakeries now that sell them again)

2) 'Ostalgie' is a wordplay that is often used, made of 'Ost' (the East) and 'Nostalgie' (Nostalgia), it describes a longing for East Germany when things in the West didn't turn out as fabulous as the seemed from East perspective before East and West Germany were reunified in 1989

#jung wild grenzenlos #paul talking #paul interview 2022 #rammstein #paul landers

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detectivecarisi-1 · 2 years

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The Senator’s Daughter (Bodyguard!Dave York x Female Reader)

AN: This is my first time publishing my writing, its been a behind the scenes hobby of mine for a while, and I just decided a Bodyguard!Dave fic needed to exist... so I figured why not... right? This is just an opener to gauge interest I guess. I have a slow burn, smutty story in mind but I guess I wanted to just get this out there as a foundation for the story. Let me know what you think! I’d really appreciate it.

Rating: This chapter is M, but future chapters will be EXPLICIT, 18+ ONLY

Series(?)Summary: Following his divorce from Carol and an early retirement from the CIA, Dave York picks up a gig at a security company. When he is assigned to bodyguard the out of control daughter of a prominent United States Senator, for once in his life, Dave feels like he may be losing control.

Word Count: This chapter is 676, but I expect future chapters to be within the 3-5k range.

Series Warnings: Eventual Smut (18+ ONLY), AFAB!Reader, No use of Y/N, Divergence from canon, Mean Dom! Dave York, Bratty! Reader, AGE GAP (reader is of age!), Enemies to Lovers (they’re both mean to each other at the start!), Mentions of drug/alcohol abuse, possible conversations of politics, minor violence (a punch here and there)

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Dave York had experienced just about everything. Love, marriage, fatherhood, divorce, war, and cold-blooded murder. He considered himself a pretty well-prepared man. He had a plan for everything. Having lived through the most difficult things a person could, he felt as though anything else life threw at him, he could take in stride.

Following his divorce with Carol, Dave was ready for a clean start. When one of his old friends from the CIA retired and started his own security company, he all but ensured Dave a job should he ever need it. Chris Landers had nudged Dave in the ribs and joked “if you ever get enough common sense to get out of this hellhole, you know where to find me.” Initially, Dave took it at that, a stupid joke from a friend he would never see again. But, hey, things change. And to be fair, working for Chris doing silly little security jobs at concerts and the occasional escort for some stuck up politician was way easier, and paid better than the shit he was stuck with at the CIA. After a grueling custody battle with Carol, Dave didn’t even hesitate to call Chris. He needed a break.

After 6 months, Chris and Dave were doing pretty well for themselves. Landers’ Security was booming, constantly receiving calls from short staffed arenas and celebrities visiting the area. Chris was richer than he ever thought was possible working for the CIA, and Dave had gained notoriety as the best in the business. He became Chris’ go to man, reserved only for the most important jobs, and Dave maneuvered through them with an intriguing mix of cold and ruthless, while still remaining professional and cordial to the client. So, when Chris called Dave at 1:53 in the morning on his day off, Dave knew something was up.

“Alright, Chris, what do you need?” Dave answered after the first ring. He wasn’t even sleeping. A habit that alluded him since his time in the military. Chris sighed on the other line. Shit. This must be bad.

“Dave, you know you’re the best guy I got, right”

Instead of a verbal reply, Dave just hummed. Ready to hear whatever has Chris so fucking stressed.

“Look… there’s a job. You’re not gonna like it… you know Senator Leland’s girl?”

Knew her? Who didn’t know her? Before she turned 21, she was involved in multiple underaged drinking scandals. Photos of her passed out on couches or taking shots with frat boys graced gossip magazines and TMZ at least once a month. Since she had turned 21 three months ago, she has been spotted at every seedy nightclub in the state, and pictures of her dancing on tables, or stumbling out of clubs in short dresses with her makeup smeared across her face became a staple feature when news anchors discussed her father’s re-election campaign. Another spoilt little rich girl gone wild. Tale as old as time.

“Yeah… I know her. What happened this time?”

“Drug possession.” Jesus fucking Christ.

“Yeah, who’s surprised. Only a matter of time. Alright, Chris, what’s that got to do with you calling me at 1 in the fucking morning?”

“Her father hired us. He wants her to have a full-time bodyguard. Keep her out of trouble, ya know? You’re the only guy I trust so… you’re on the job, buddy.”

“Jesus Christ, Chris you can’t just…”

Before Dave could even start trying to back out of this shit, Chris jumps in “Listen, Dave. I get it. But you’re the only guy I think could control her. This girl is wild, okay? I couldn’t see anyone else wrangling her in. You think Johnson could pull this shit off? He couldn’t even manage a Wiggles reunion. It’s just until the election is over. 5 months. You get to stay at this big mansion by the ocean, you’ll get paid more than any other job, think of it as a 5-month vacation. Just keep her out of trouble. She’s 21, Dave. How hard could it be?”

Famous last words.

#dave york #dave york x reader #dave reader x afab reader #bodyguard!au #Pedro Pascal #dave york fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #dave york fanfic #enemies to lovers #dave york smut #dave york fluff #the equalizer 2

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reeshyz · 1 year

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Title: I lost my teddy bear - can I sleep with you? Pairing: Richard Z. Kruspe / Paul Landers Presentee: @annabanansblog Prompt: Teddy Bear Warnings/Tags: Nightmares | Fluff | Cuddling Word Count: 2.312 Summary: Paul can’t sleep anymore. Nothing helps. Not even an old joke Richard loves to use against him. If he doesn’t find a solution to this then he will go crazy. Thankfully Richard has one. Read on AO3: here

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The first time Paul meets Richard, they’re still young and Paul is an idiot. He’s quite drunk and Richard is just too pretty. He just has to speak to him. He even ignores that Richard is actually already in a conversation.

“Hey there,” Paul says and he winks at Richard, who frowns.

“Uhm hi?”

“So I lost my teddy bear, can I sleep with you?” Paul asks and he’s smiling so widely. Schneider and Flake next to Richard don’t look too impressed and Richard outright squeezes his eyes shut for a moment.

“What?”

“I said…”

"No, I heard you. Thanks but no,” Richard says and he turns back to Flake so he can tell him more about this new band he wants to found. Paul sighs.

Shit. Maybe that flirt line really had been bad?

And Paul doesn’t even know that this would forever hunt him.

“Richard!”

Paul wakes up with a jolt and then realizes that he was actually the one screaming. He wipes the sweat (and maybe some tears as well - not that he would admit that) from his face and looks at his clock. It’s only 3 am, but he thinks that he probably can’t go back to sleep now anyway.

“Reesh,” Paul mutters again and then shakes his head. Lately the nightmares are getting too much and he is glad that Richard’s room is so far away from his own. He doesn’t want him to hear Paul screaming his name at night. Luckily Ollie kept quiet.

“I can’t keep doing this,” Paul mutters and then he finally gets up. He even has to change his shirt and makes a face at that. He dresses in a soft old shirt that is way too big on him and almost cuddles into it. It smells like Richard and Paul relaxes a bit. He knows that Richard is safe right now.

Paul quietly walks into the kitchen and is surprised to see that the light flicked on there. He frowns, because he turned it off, when he had left for bed earlier and all the others were already in their own rooms by then.

“Paul?”

Paul sighs. It’s really just Richard. Paul opens the door all the way and sees his best friend sitting at the kitchen table, laptop in front of him. So he is working again. Paul frowns, because lately it seems that Richard never relaxes

“Hey, new song idea?” Paul asks and he sits opposite Richard, who nods and then continues to type on his laptop. Paul sighs again, a bit louder, so maybe Richard would get the hint and then looks around for coffee. Seems like Richard finished the last cup.

“Yeah, just some ideas for Emigrate I think,” Richard says and then he looks up. The moment their eyes met, Richard shuts his laptop close and Paul rolls his eyes, when he sees how worried Richard looks. Does he look that bad?

“What?” Paul asks and looks down at his hands, so Richard doesn’t see his red eyes. Richard doesn’t say anything at first, but he gets up. For a moment Paul thinks he is leaving him alone, but then he sees Richard is doing something at the counter.

“Nightmare?” Richard asks, while he takes a mug out of their cupboard. Paul hates to talk to Richard (or anyone) about things like this, but he still feels a bit shaken.

“You could say that,” Paul answers and thinks back to his dream. They were back shooting that damn video, when Richard had hurt himself, jumping on Paul’s back. He can still see how much pain Richard had been in. He remembers how painful every step on stage was for Richard.

“Here that helps,” Richard says and he puts a steaming mug in front of Paul, who looks almost skeptical at it, because that is not coffee.

“What is this? Something to poison me with?” Paul asks grumpily and tries to smell it, but it doesn’t smell disgusting. He raises his eyebrows, while Richard laughs. Paul admires the laugh a few seconds before he catches himself.

“It’s tea, Paulchen,” Richard says and Paul nods, before carefully taking a sip. It’s still hot and he glares, when Richard laughs again. He blows on the tea, before he tries it again and he has to admit, it’s not too bad.

“And?” Richard asks and he is grinning. Paul huffs and takes another few gulps before he answers, he can feel the hot tea going through his whole body and he shudders happily, already feeling a bit better.

“It’s not bad,” Paul says, but he is smiling and even winks at Richard for good measure. Richard rolls his eyes at that, but Paul knows that he is happy he actually drinks the tea. They spend the next minutes in comfortable silence and Paul feels himself getting a bit sleepy again.

“So I will go back to bed, try to sleep too,” Richard says, when he yawns for a second time. Paul nods himself and he freezes, when he feels Richard’s hand in his hair, when he gets up.

“Okay,” Paul whispers, not daring to say more.

“I’m in my room if you need me. Or I could look for your teddy bear,” Richard says, still petting Paul’s hair a bit. Paul would never admit this to anyone, but Richard’s hand in his hair fills him with more warmth than any tea ever could.

Only then does he understand what Richard had said.

That damn teddy bear joke!

“Richard, no!”

Paul opens his eyes and whines. Not again. This video shoot is really haunting him and he has no idea how to fix any of this damn mess. Richard is okay. He’s still breathing and after six months he’s also already walking ‘normally’ again.

Without waiting this time, Paul gets up. Changes into some of Richard’s old clothes and goes to the kitchen. This time there is no light and Paul feels worse, when he makes himself some tea.

He doesn’t think he will get more sleep tonight, since he is still sure it wasn’t the tea that helped him sleep, but Richard’s touch. Paul is ashamed to even have this thought, but he already had tried for years to stop.

When the tea is ready, Paul wants to go back to his room, when he hears a noise. At first he thinks, maybe it’s just Richard snoring, but then he realizes the TV in the living room is on. Maybe Schneider and Till are watching some wrestling matches again?

“Paul?”

Paul can’t help the smile, when he sees that Richard is actually sprawled out all over the couch. As soon as he sees Paul though, he sits up and makes room for him though.

“Yeah it’s just me,” Paul whispers and he wishes Richard wouldn’t have made space for him, just to have an excuse to be close to him again. Paul shakes his head at the thought, hoping Richard doesn’t somehow get the ability to read his thoughts.

“Nightmare?” Richard asks and Paul nods again. He doesn’t feel the need to lie to Richard anymore. He had lied a lot to him before, but now he can’t do it anymore. He doesn’t want to.

“Same shit, different day,” Paul answers and Richard nods to the free space next to him. Paul actually feels like he is disturbing him, but since Richard offered, he sits down, his leg almost touching Richard’s.

“Yeah I wasn’t sleeping too well either,” Richard admits and then he looks back to the TV. Paul is surprised to see that Richard is watching some kind of trash TV. Apparently he doesn’t want to think either.

“God I love this,” Paul mutters halfway through one show. Richard just snorts and cuddles more under his blanket. Paul coughs slightly, because that is an adorable sight. Richard is just always so damn cute.

“Are you cold?” Richard asks, when Paul can’t seem to stop shivering. Sometimes Paul isn’t sure if it’s actually from the cold or still aftershocks from his nightmares, but he nods anyway.

“A bit,” Paul says, only to see goosebumps on his arms. He frowns at that, but Richard just sits a bit closer to him. This time their legs touch all the way and then Richard lifts the blanket over Paul as well. Now it doesn’t even cover his legs anymore, but Richard doesn’t seem to mind.

The next five minutes they neither talk nor move, but Paul can see that Richard is already falling asleep again, so he relaxes a bit into the blanket and cuddles against Richard. Slowly and very carefully.

It takes him a while, but after he is sure that Richard is asleep, Paul even puts his head on his best friend’s shoulder. Now snuggling completely with him. The blanket keeps him warm, but Richard next to him, turns on another heat, Paul doesn’t want to think about.

He closes his eyes and this times dreams about Richard pressing a kiss to his temple.

When he wakes up on the couch on his own, there’s a teddy bear in his arms instead of Richard. Paul frowns down on it, even though it looks pretty cute. The bear is even wearing an ‘Emigrate’ shirt.

It’s not him who helped him sleep though.

“No! Richard, come back!”

Paul groans and then squeezes his eyes shut again. He can’t keep doing this, his body is already so exhausted, but his mind won’t let go. He whines quietly, lets go of his teddy bear and then gets up. At least this time it’s already 5am.

The kitchen is empty and Paul looks everywhere, but he doesn’t find Richard. He feels even worse now, that he knows that Richard isn’t awake this time and he slowly walks back to his own room.

He stops in the hallway when he sees that Richard’s door is open. Paul raises his eyebrows.

“Paul?” Richard asks and Paul takes a deep breath. Richard called him, so it would be okay to walk into his room in the middle of the night. Paul opens the door all the way and is surprised that it’s dark.

Not even the tiny lamp on Richard’s nightstand is on.

“Reesh?” Paul whispers into the darkness and then he sees that Richard is turning around. He is still laying in his bed, now on his back and watches Paul.

“Another nightmare?” Richard asks and Paul nods, he hopes Richard can see that, because he doesn’t really want to talk about it this time. This time Richard hadn’t survived his little stunt at the photoshooting and it had been Paul’s fault.

“Sorry I uh…” Paul stammers, because this feels awkward.

“Don’t be and come to bed,” Richard says as if it was nothing and Paul raises his eyebrows. He doesn’t question it in the end and just stumbles through the darkness over to Richard’s bed. The right side is still empty and Paul sits down there.

“Reesh,” Paul says again and he doesn’t even know why. Richard just shakes his head and then lifts the blanket. Paul understands and crawls under it. Since Richard has only one blanket, Paul cuddles a bit closer.

Richard isn’t wearing a shirt. Paul’s cheeks burn.

“Better?” Richard asks and Paul feels himself nodding. He would always feel better, just with Richard at his side. Paul puts his hand on Richard’s chest. Feeling him breath. Alive. Reesh is really still alive.

“Yeah. Is this… is this okay?” Paul asks shyly and god he could ruin everything with this, but he can’t take his hand away. Richard chuckles and Paul can even feel it.

“Of course it’s okay, Paul. More than okay,” Richard says and like always he is the brave one in the end, even though Paul always pretends he is the one. Paul pushes the feelings away and just tries to relax. He even puts his head on Richard’s shoulder again.

“I’m tired,” Paul whispers and Richard shushes him. This time Paul doesn’t imagine a kiss, no he can feel Richard’s lips on his forehead. This is real and when Paul looks up, Reesh even presses a kiss to his lips. Paul makes a surprised sound.

“Then sleep. I’m here now,” Richard whispers back and Paul is still so shocked that he nods. He is sure that he wouldn’t sleep now, because Richard had just kissed him. Just then Richard strokes his hair again.

Paul tries very hard not to purr.

“Reesh,” Paul mumbles, sleep already pulling him under. Richard just continues to pet his hair, even humming an old song under his breath and Paul… never felt more safe.

(He wishes their bear would be there too though)

He doesn’t have another nightmare that night.

He doesn’t have one any other night. The solution was actually pretty easy. He just had to change his room, since apparently it had bad vibes.

“Richard, move your ass to bed. I wanna sleep,” Paul grumbles, when Richard takes too long in the bathroom again. He can hear him chuckles and then he finally comes to bed as well. Paul doesn’t wait a second before he lays on his chest.

“Quite demanding, hm?” Richard says, but he starts to stroke Paul’s hair. Paul hums and then closes his eyes, feeling incredibly good and even better when he gets his goodnight-kiss.

Okay so. Maybe it isn’t just a different room. It’s Reesh. It always was Richard and hopefully it would always be him.

“Reesh?”

“Hm?”

“I lost my teddy bear - can I sleep with you?” Paul asks and Richard’s laugh is so damn cute. He can’t believe that this had been his first impression, but now he can’t regret it anymore.

“You didn’t lose him, he’s right here,” Richard answers and points at the bear next to Paul.

Paul chuckles.

Yeah he knows.

#paulchard #reeshyzadventcalendar

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phoenixtakaramono · 11 months

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Hi! I feel a bit bad asking this as I know you are focused on TNotG, but I'm still feeling too feral over Truce (and was trying to find previews here and couldn't), but how is that going? Ah, I also read your twitter threads, and loved both the Fix-it AU and the Sugar Baby AU (both are so good, so in character, and the way it's written from HL's POV makes it so intriguing, his choices, how he thinks about Billy, how he pretty much obsesses (which is very true for him!) Sorry for the ramble

Hullo, hullo~! With all your usernames, I'm not sure which one to use, dear reader, so since this was sent over on tumblr with this account, I shall refer to you with this moniker ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜) but feel free to let me know if you prefer something else!

Chapter Previews for Truce

So fun fact regarding previews of ch3 (and ch4) from Truce: you're right; they don't exist here on tumblr. This was before I'd realized the butch/lander community is also active here on this platform as well, so under that mentality I'd mostly just tweeted screenshots of ch3 (and 1 tweet about ch4) over on my Twitter account. Because it's awhile back, they're buried under my 300+ tweets (especially with the daily/weekly updates from the three threadfics of then) but I believe you can still find them on Twitter if you search for "Truce ch3" and "Truce ch4" and sort them by Latest tweets. You can also find a few sneak peek snippets in the ch2 Comments section of Truce that I gifted a couple readers as thanks for their comments~.

Truce Ch3 Status

At the time I was juggling three threadfics and Truce all in one go. A lot of ch3 was written even before ch2, but it was the beginning scene and the last scene that stumped me. What happened essentially since was I had a conversation with two moots based on a NS/FW drawing planned for ch3 and ended up changing the location, so that scene has to be changed.

Then what was left was the beginning scene I had to first tackle, and I made the decision to go waaaaaaaay outside the box that no one has written before—which is the subtle romantic parody of Superman and Lois Lane in outerspace. A reader of mine tweeted under my tweet of me airing out that idea, and they essentially sent me a thread of questioning the logistics of how that'd work and how dumb it'd be essentially on HL's part (because, y'know, space and exposed human eyeballs and the human body, lack of oxygen/ inability to breath in space, and then there's the question about how Billy's and Homelander's bodies are gonna be able to withstand the heat of re-entering Earth's atmosphere even with their nigh "invulnerable" bodies)—and that fired me up to commit to the outerspace idea as the dramatic first scene because I'm a stubborn writer (/lh). The more you tell me an idea is dumb or cannot be done, the more I feel compelled to do it to prove the person wrong. (Mind you, though, we're good friends on Twitter; this is not meant as shade or anything, haha. They know I joke about how I'm a "stubborn writer" like a certain main character from one of my fics and how their thread fired me up to dig my heels in and give this insane idea a shot.)

After TNotG ch1 is posted to AO3, I'll go back to resuming the writing of Truce ch3. Originally I was thinking of maybe waiting for The Boys (TV) S4 to air so I can bring in Firecracker and Sister Sage and keep true to their canon show personalities instead of me making it up, but then I saw someone tweet that Erin Moriarty doesn't think post production of S4 will be done till 2024. So I think, as long as I'm not gripped by TNoTG ch2 feels, I'm probably going to jump ship briefly and finish Truce ch3 first after TNoTG ch1.

Fix-it AU and the Sugar Baby AU

I'm glad you're enjoying them! Presently as I'm writing TNotG ch1 (and later Truce ch3), I'm putting them on a short pause so I can focus on them individually and not have my wires crossed. HL's POV is always entertaining to write, and there is a certain type of Homelander that I very much enjoy in both my readings and writings. I have a soft spot for reading about a vain, clingy, narcissistic obsessive/ possessive manipulative psychopath HL who is codependent on his partner and wanting them so much he lets himself be dommed—and, after experiencing an earth-shattering revelation and bliss, he now expects to be catered to and pampered like a pillow princess and having Billy's attention revolve around him 24/7 (bc ofc). It's delightful to read about in the fictional sphere where we can play with such an unhinged character, and I like sharing that with my readers.

I'm still thinking maybe after Truce is completed and we just have TNotG in my AO3 portfolio left, that maybe I can migrate these threadfics over as part of my Butchlander Twitter Threadfics series—but obviously polish them up and change a few story decisions and, eventually, finish them. Right now these threadfics only exist on Twitter—and so they shall remain there until I'm ready to begin the migration.

I see you have two more Asks sent to my Inbox. I'm gonna answer them one by one. :) Thank you for sending me the Asks! I swear I cannot stop smiling reading through them.

#tocadoguara #ask #phoenix talks #btw now that I know your other username lemme just say I've seen your comment in 'Truce' ch2 #I will respond! Do excuse my slowness! But it was really lovely and I want to match your energy <3 #don't worry about 'rambling'! On the contrary I relish 'em

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ironychan · 2 years

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The rising river has been making us think we might want to move further from the banks. Today we put it to a vote, and ended up deflating our tents and setting them back up again about a hundred metres further from the water. The ducks watched this with some interest, probably in the belief that they have won our territorial dispute. Joke's on them if the lander tips over. It was designed to handle a lot of surface conditions but I don't think a flood was one of them.

When we reinflated the EHMs we drew the attention of several birds that resemble knee-high chickens. They wandered around inspecting our little encampment and looking very confused, although if dim childhood memories of my great-uncle Uriasz' farm are anything to go by, that is a chicken's normal expression. Although more skittish than the gigaducks, they aren't nearly so strong, and we managed to kill two of them. Wang named them Churkeys, because they're turkey-sized chickens. He may be losing his touch.

We were also witnesses to one of the most traumatizing BBC Nature Documentary moments we've seen since we got here. It started off with two gigaducks trying to kill one another in a pond. I thought they had actually ripped each other's intestines out but were still going at it, until Reynolds gleefully told me that the pink spirally bits flopping around were their penises. I didn't know birds had penises and I would like to un-know it, please.

The fight was still going strong when the water suddenly opened up and dragged one duck under. The other one honked and flew back to shore, where he preened a bit before heading up to the nests in the lander, presumably to enjoy a spirally orgy he hadn't earned. Us primates crept closer to the water but not too close, trying to figure out what the ever-loving fuck had just happened.

Eventually, we saw something surface, and it turned out to be a turtle the size of a double mattress, with a giant hooked beak. Maybe crocodiles are extinct in this future or maybe they don't go this far north, but this monster appears to do the same sort of thing crocs are known for - it lurks just below the surface until something gets too close, and then it grabs it. We will be much more careful about wading and fishing in the future.

Wang suggested we call it a Terrorpin, so I guess 'Churkey' was just him having an off day. But we vetoed that in favour of Rossi, who declared it a Tarasque. This is apparently the name of a mythical man-eating monster with six legs, a turtle shell, and a human face. Medieval art frequently depicted it with a half-devoured victim in its mouth, being lectured by an angry saint. I am very upset that I have never heard of this beast and even more so that there is no internet for me to find pictures.

Commander Singh asked if there's any particular reason we're taking the task of naming things so seriously. Rossi said it's a way of asserting power over surroundings that make us feel powerless. That's probably true, but he didn't need to say it.

#the last humans #speculative evolution #churkey #gigaduck #tarasque

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undeadvinyls · 10 months

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heeeeeeeeey so i hc a skylander as partially polish ummm would you be able to share some cultural things i could integrate into em since i'm tryin to add some culture bits into the 'landers (like flameslinger being french so i'm slapping some french stuff into him)

ILL BE SO HAPPY TO HELP OMG OMG

my adhd brain is getting giddy so sorry for the chaos BUT LETS GO

• loads of the polish have a tendency of shortening loads of words and turning them into pet-like onez, like turning "chleb" (bread) into "chlebek", "chlebuś" and more (which would be the equivalent of bready). we do it almost subconsiously and for any occassion and tone

• scouting is actually a very celebrated and important part of upbringing!! theres loads of scouting organizations like the ZHP (Związek Harcestwa Polskiego; Organization of Polish Scouting). I would avoid the ZMP (Związek Młodzieży Polskiej, Organization of Polish Youth) as it was created by the corrupt soviet government in the 50s to replace the ZHP, forcefully

• most polish, like me, were raised in a catholic environment, as like, 97% of polish ppl r catholic and v religious, but as of now, it is slowly but surely changing to more atheist people

• the polish celebrate their history A LOT, we r a very proud nation of our history! we r taught abt everything poland went thru, like the battle of grunwald, the polish-lithuanian commonwealth, the 123 years long occupation and the fight for independence, poland during WW2, poland as a soviet satellite state and poland in the 90s. unfortunely a lot of ppl r jingoistic abt it which sucks, so avoid those groups. They abuse symbols of our nation and use white power symbols. but ppl who r healthy abt it and celebrate it while still using critical thinking r fine ofc!

• we eat pierogi and kotlety. A LOT. the food stereotypes r right becauae i love my grandma's kotlety or kluski

• we make loads of "your mother" jokes. yes. even the most absurd ones

• cult classic films that r enjoyed and loved in almost every home r shrek (all movies) and asterix and obelix: mission cleopatra

• we drink loads of alcohol. like really vodka, beer r seen on every mf family party 😭 wine is consumed much less

III THINK THATS ALL!! ill be rbing this if i get more things or inform you thru dms :]]

#phantom answers #TYSM FOR ASKING LIKE RLLY

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mrsfitzgerald · 10 months

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hey! do you think these two lovely dorks really have some kind of romantic relationships off stage or it’s just me?🥺 every time when i start to think about this my brain just like ewsxswasszzw

I couldn't sleep all night because I was thinking about that message, lol 😆

let's start with the fact that i love the band since 99. i started listening to them when i was 11 years old and of course i didn't think about their relationship within the band (I didn't even know what they looked like for a very long time because I only had a live aus berlin cassette which i stolen from a classmate and it was without a cover ( I wanted to destroy it because he bored everyone at school by constantly talking about this group 😁 fun fact: this guy is my best friend now and I'm his daughter's godmother)

soo one day in a popular russian teen magazine i saw a picture of them (paul and richard) and a caption under the picture that changed my life 😆

the caption went like this (I just still keep this magazine and was able to translate that, do not think that I remember it by heart 😆) : «A month ago, being in Moscow, the members of the band Rammstein claimed that they loved only women and were not interested in guys! And what they were doing on stage (sticking microphones into each other in different places) was just an artistic image. just a joke. then the cult Germans left to continue to amaze Europe with their music. Poor guys, they didn't know that we (the magazine's editorial staff) followed them. And in Prague we had already seen guitarists Paul Landers and Richard Kruspe admiring each other. Look at these lovebirds, isn't that love?»

and I remember looking at that picture and thinking "omg! this is really love!" 🥰 many months later I learned what fanfiction was and what slash was and how surprised I was that I wasn't the only one who thought that about them, that there was something sweet between them? (it was 2004, for some reason I thought it was 01/02, but no, it was 2004)

and I made so many new friends and we had so many awesome stories in russian fandom!!! and ever since then in my head I've always thought that there was something going on between them. there weren't many videos and pictures back then, but every time I saw them next to each other it made me smile 🥰

then youtube came along and I probably saw all the videos that were posted back then and always watched how Richard and Paul acted with each other

I started making gifs since 2010 and it's always been a joy to find cute moments from concerts with them 💖

and then 2019 happened. i remember that day so well. i downloaded this huge video from spain and started watching it from the beginning, i wasn't expecting anything at all. and first i saw richard kiss paul's forehead at puppe and i was like WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN? and then someone sent me a text saying "watch auslander" and I rewinded to that moment and saw that kiss on the lips and you should have heard my screams! I CLOSED MY LAPTOP, I THREW IT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BED. I FELL OFF THE BED ONTO THE FLOOR AND I JUST SCREAMED LIKE THIS: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (and with a lot of russian swear words 😆😆😆😆😆 ) my dad came running into the room and thought I was dying or being killed 😆 I thought my spirit had left my body I had imagined it in my head for so many years (really many many years!!) and now I saw it for real? I couldn't even in my wildest dreams imagine that this could actually happen.

I still have a lot of questions: how did they decide to do it? why? for what? what does it all mean? was it scripted? i think in 19 yes, and in 22 too. but still every time it was something cute and new and they are adults and hardly anyone could make them do it. they just… decided to kiss each other's ~lips~ every time and they like it? all those thoughts amaze me and i don't have a heterosexual explanation for it (but maybe i am being biased 😁)

of course I don't know and I don't think I'll ever know what's really going on between them, but the whole history of their relationship, what they've gone through to be here when they can just kiss each other is amazing to me! It's so beautiful and I'm just happy that they let us see it too… the tenderness they have for each other? and it doesn't matter what it's called and whether they're together or not, the main thing is that they look so happy around each other 🥰 that's enough for me 💖💖💖

#IM SORRY FOR THIS GIANT ANSWER 😆#i don't know english so please sorry for mistakes #💖💖💖💖💖💖

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allthewritem0ves · 1 year

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Gene Driscoll: A Green Eggs and Ham Story

Chapter One: Loving Husband, Loving Father

In the beginning, there was nothing until God said “Let there be light!” and, well, you know the rest.

To Eugene Amadeus Driscoll, Lana Landers was his first light in the darkness.

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It was a rainy night when they first met…

Gene had graduated from the academy hours earlier and was getting through with his farewells.

His periwinkle fur was soaked with rainwater and his glasses fogged up as he was walking back home down the streets of Dennisville. His car was in the shop and he stayed so late at the academy that the buses weren’t running by the time he was done. Luckily, he lived pretty close, but the rain was making his trek home a tiring one.

Then he passed a malt shop. Feeling famished, he steps inside. The red leather seats and bright lights boosted his morale tenfold. Plopping himself down in one of the booths, his waitress wheeled up to him on roller skates.

“Hello, welcome to Cal’s. I’m Lana and I’ll be your waitress.”

Gene looked at the menu then up at his waitress. “I think I’ll…”

He couldn’t answer. He was captivated. Entranced. Smitten. Lana had the sweetest smile, the loveliest eyes, the aura of purity. Poor Gene was at a loss for words.

“The, um, the…”

“Everything alright, honey?”

Gene lowered his head, blushing. Pinch me. I must be dreaming, he thought to himself. “I’m okay”, he said out loud. “More than okay, actually.”

“That’s a relief.”

“Oh, most certainly.” He smiled like a dope. “I think I’ll just have the green eggs and ham, please.”

Lana jots that down on her notepad. “Okay! Coming right up!” She skates away and the paper to the cook. “Green eggs and ham, Murph!”

“Right away, Landers!”, the cook Murph responded.

As he sipped his water, Gene stared at Lana as he rolled to another table. Long wavy locks of brown hair flowed behind her as she zoomed around.

Pretty soon, his order was ready. “Green eggs and ham!”

Lana rolled to the order window, picked up the dish, placed it on her tray and wheeled back to Gene’s booth. “Here you are, sir.”

“Thanks.” He was so soaked, his glasses began sliding down his nose. They landed on the floor. Fortunately, they didn’t break. “Oh no.”

“I’ll get them for you.”

As Lana squatted down, she slipped and fell right into Gene’s arms. Although his vision was blurry, Gene caught her before she could faceplant into the linoleum floor.

Lana took this opportunity to pick up his glasses. She carefully slipped them back onto his face. The two of them giggled. “Thanks for catching me.”

“Thanks for grabbing my glasses.”

“It’s funny. I never slip like that.” She stands up. “Hope you didn’t hex me just about now”, she joked.

Gene laughs. “I have bad luck from time to time. Maybe it rubbed off on you.”

He felt really dumb for saying that. That couldn’t have been it. They’d only just met. Love at first sight could be real, could it?

“I’m Gene. Gene Driscoll.” He offered her his hand.

“Lana Landers.” She shook it.

Their handshake went on for an uncomfortably long time.

“Say…The carnival’s coming to town tomorrow. Wanna join me?”

Wow! No one’s ever asked to anything before!, Gene thought. He wanted to say yes, but his words were caught in his throat again.

“Here. This is my address”-She quickly scribbled it down on a slip of paper-“What’s say noon? Will that work?”

Then his voice returned. “Oh, I can’t. My car’s in the shop.”

“That’s fine. Just tell me your address and we’ll take my car!”

“Okay then.”

“Order up!”, Murph yelled from the kitchen.

“I’d better get that. Enjoy your food, Gene.”

——

After their carnival date, Gene and Lana were inseparable. They both had a fondness for sci-fi stories and rock stars.

Three years later, they married. But a sudden surprise mixed with a promotion had them upgrade their living space.

“Gene! I’m pregnant!”, Lana told him over the phone.

“That’s great, honey!”, he said back to her. “This day just keeps getting better.”

“How so?”

“I’ve been made a secret service agent for the Dooka of Yookia himself!”

“Wow! That’s incredible!”

They moved into a Yookian house not too far away from the palace.

Lana was on her first weekmester when their move-in was complete.

——

But fate has a cruel sense of humor.

As Lana went to the doctor for a check-up, she was given bad news. Unbeknownst to her, she had a tumor developing in her lungs.

To put it lightly, Lana was both devastated and terrified. She can’t have cancer and be pregnant too! What about the baby? What about Gene?

When she returned home, she told her husband the bad news.

“No! No, that can’t be!” Gene broke down in tears.

“I know, Gene”, Lana said in a broken voice as she began crying herself. “I can’t risk getting chemo and harming the baby too. The best bet we have is that I get a C-section when the time comes.”

“But Lana, I can’t lose you! The baby needs to see her mother!” He hugged her as he was the one dying.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I have to put our baby ahead of me. She’s gonna go on and live her life.”

Gene’s eyes widened. “She? We’re having a daughter?”

“Mm-hm.”

——

Eventually, Lana had her C-section with Gene at her side. And there was their little girl.

Lana cradled her daughter in her arms, tears of joy pouring down her cheeks.

Gene leaned in closer. “Hi, Melanie”, he said in a soft voice. “Welcome to the world.”

Little Melanie had drooping Knox ears like both of her parents, her mother’s brown hair and orange sorbet-colored fur. She cried out as she took her first breaths, raising the roof.

——

It wasn’t long before Gene lost his wife to the great beyond. Lana was buried in the Yook cemetery, her headstone reading: Lana Driscoll, Beloved wife and mother. Melanie was barely half a year old when her mother succumbed to her cancer. In combination with finding out it was there during her pregnancy, it was too late to do anything about it anyway.

Over the next several months, Gene tried his best to be a single father. He found it wasn’t too hard (at times) to raise a baby.

But his next assignment would change things for the better. At first, anyway.

——

It is theorized that the universe would come to its end in a phenomenon called “heat death” and be reborn into a new one some time later.

In a way, Lana was the end of Gene’s first universe and Pam was the start of his next one.

#green eggs and ham #fanfic #gene driscoll #lana landers #oc #prequel

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isabella-111 · 2 years

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Heyyy I've never done an ask thing on here before and I'm kinda scared so please don't bully me. And I saw you were shipping people together and I'm really bored so I thought I would submit something

I'm around 5'3, I'm on the skinnier side, AFAB, I use He/him pronouns. My sexuality's isn't really labeled but I would date any gender. My hair is shoulder length and its kinda curly, more like really lose curls that aren't really defined and its a light brown. I have mild heterochromia. One of my eyes is green grayish and the other is more brown. I'm an Aquarius too! I save everything. I'm a vegetarian too. I love ghost even though I have an extreme fear of them, I use an Ouija bored as décor. I love old things weird things that I get from Goodwill. My favorite Movie is Napoleon Dynamite I love the lack of a predicable plot. I'm also on the spectrum. I'm learning French. Also I love school very much its my definition of fun. I listen to really any kind of music I don't care (never modern country) I really love Christmas music though!! I'm a Hufflepuff too. I don't like being mean to people but when I get overwhelmed I can be very mean. I'm also quick to respond with something snarky but feel very guilty after. I really enjoy reading anything. I get hurt often, I chipped my tooth tripping on a computer cord last month and half my front tooth was gone. (Got it fixed tho) And my favorite hobby is just fallowing my friends around, I don't like to go places alone so I'm almost always fallowing someone. I also love people who are opposites of me, like loud and outgoing people that are 100% my type.

My favorite Fandom is really only Criminal Minds tbh

A/n : this is a safe space no need to apologize also omg stop i love your entire vibe also my grandma used to have a Ouija board that she used as decoration and like a tray which scared the shit out if me when i was little ( now i have have crystalsand tarot cards all over my room) anyways that just reminded me of that. Also I’m so so sorry that this took so long I had a rough 2 months but I’m feeling a lot better and got my motivation back sooo IM BACK hope you like it ;)

I ship you with Spencer reid

- Halloween is you and Spencer’s Holiday like no joke you guys go all out . Decorations EVERYWHERE. Couple costumes are a must im thinking Jorge and Napoleon one year and then zoo lander and Hansel the next.....has he seen those movies no but you’ll just have to put him on

- movie nights with Spencer are definitely funny especially when it’s a comedy

“But like why does his school ID Say 2004 - 2005 if it’s supposed to be In the 80’s” Spencer’s says as he paused the movie for the 20th time

“Spence maybe it’s like a Easter egg”

“It throws off the entire plot and time why would the director do that if it makes the entire film theoretically and periodically uncannon y/n it just makes no sense ”

“Just push play he’s about to dance “

“But the ID and- ”

“I Love you but please stop with the ID”

*5 minutes later *

“ kips a sadist” Spencer’s says super nonchalantly as he grabs a bit of popcorn

“ yah probably “

*movie ends *

so how’d you like movie”

“Solid 8/10 “

“ yay cause we’re gonna watch it at least once a week “ you say with a smile on your face that almost says I’m joking but not really

“ spencer please do the dance..... ik you remember it pleaseeee”

- 1000% bugged spencer to do the napoleon dance for like 2 weeks until he agreed

(When he did it was the best thing ever definitely a record moment )

- you probably met spencer through Penelope she Immediately saw the similarities and decided to work her Cupid skills and brought you to together

- you being clumsy and Spencer using his knowledge on medical stuff to help you out ( ice packs , stitched , home remedies whatever it is he knows what to do ) but he absolutely internally and not so internally panics when you get hurt

-putting on Christmas music the day after Halloween and Spencer being like “ IT NOT EVEN DECEMBER YET”

- spencer being absolutely enamored with your eyes he can and will stare at them for hours . “ never seen such pretty eyes ya know like on such a handsome face”

Awkward flirtying >>>>>

#spencer x reader #remus lupin x reader #mauraders #harry potter #eddie munson #send requests #james & peter & remus & sirius #seriously send a request

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Unpopular opinion: I really don't like "Adieu". The text. When I first heard it I thought is this the last song of a Schlagerfestival? "Adieu, goodbye, auf Wiederseh'n"? Srsly? This must be a joke and they sit at home and have a laugh about it. Paul "Det schrapelt dann dicht am Schlager vorbei" Landers votes for such a Schnulze? I like their ballady stuff because they don't make them cheesy and the texts are idk not just stating, not using the most obvious but painting a picture (I read it being compared to using chiffren which I remember from school). "Adieu" just feels so plain and schnulzig, just words with nothing to it. But I have to say that I find many of the newer texts lacking. They may be more refined but for me miss this spark, this inspiration the earlier texts had.

Well...i don't know if it's a really *un* popular opinion, but indeed a lot of people seem to like the song, and imo it really works well live as the closer of a show. Not all songs that work on an album work on stage, but this one does.

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But i get what you're saying i think, usually Rammstein songs have a sort of extra 'layer', either because the lyrics have a certain twist, or the music does that...personally (but this will come as no surprise) i like the Rammstein 'ballads' that turn up the guitars and drums at some point and for me that really elevates it to something special

Like Frühling in Paris (especially the 2012 version, with the later live versions they join in later)

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or indeed 'Ohne Dich' which paints a great picture (as anon puts it) by itself, and the video adds even more

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That said, i kinda like Adieu, although i'm still looking for the full meaning of the video (here at least the video provided a twist 😊) but it's definitely a sing-along, and yes, i can see the 'Schnulze' (tearjerker, maybe we should start a useful Rammstein fan dictionary 🌺) part of it... It obviously passed the Rammstein democracy, and although they all have equal say in it, i doubt anything would get on an album if feisty Paul really didn't like it 😇

Maybe they are getting a bit more open to less anger/provocation with age...and maybe that's only natural (i don't think they would have taken to the balloons as much 30 years ago as they do now), and maybe it's a by-product of the Covid period...friends and loved ones passing away (like Schneider's dad did between the Untitled and Zeit albums)

Rammstein evolves every time we see them, remember when some of them (definitely Flake, but i think others too) commented on thinking it really 'yucky' to do the 'let us see your hands' 'clap along to this" kind of songs...and yet, 'Ich Will' and 'Du Hast' are two of their biggest songs, and always popular with the live crowd (and about both fans complain that they are...'not Rammstein', often meaning not as 'angry' as on the first album).

The first album was 30 years ago, so it's a good thing they aren't still stuck there, or (worse) in the Mutter era. As much as the band evolves, their music evolves with them, it's still Rammstein, but Rammstein at the age they are. That's one of the reasons why i'm glad Rammstein do relatively few covers, because imo their own songs work so well, because they are unmistakingly theirs.. 🌺

That said, i do agree that the texts are sometimes a little bit less layered on Untitled and Zeit; on Untitled i had a feeling there were more texts with just single words, than flowy sentences. On Zeit the song itself, my feeling was that that came back again (i love Zeit the song), but i don't have many warm feelings for f.i. the lyrics of Zick Zack and DT, as fun as they are to yell out loud, those miss a little bit of that spark for me.. 🌺

But like i said, i do love 'Zeit' and f.i. 'Meine Tränen'...for that last one i'd love a video, as i think it could be a follow up to Mutter (this time with all of them in it)

And i ❤️ that we got the Zeit album in the first place...knowing Rammstein, that wasn't so evident in the first place 🌺

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Act 1 Chapter 1 Part 3.2

Kenneth followed Mayor Landers into what felt like the dungeons of The Oracle. At least, may be it was a dungeon 50+ years ago. Now it was a renovated bar with an older and more established crowd that the one upstairs. Mayor Landers lead Kenneth through the crowd, only stopping to shake hands with her most illustrious supporters. Shortly, they approached the double doors that was merely guarded by a sign.

Mayor Landers pushed right on through.

“Hello old friend. Thank you creating time in your schedule to meet us. This is Kenneth Sato. Owner of Sato Technologies and a great friend of mine.”

“This is the man you wanted me to meet? Mr. iRobot?” Mauricio scoffed at the sight of Ken, “What a joke.”

“I am more than my company.” Kenneth reasoned.

“I know who you are. Mr. ‘billionaire dollar business owner’, Mr. ‘King of AI’, Mr. ”I shouldn’t pay taxes, I feed all of you’.” Mauricio rambled through the headlines he read about Mr. Sato and his shoddy business practices. And these were only the recent ones! How can a man claim to be more than his business when the only thing he opens his mouth about revolves around his business?

“Mauricio. This is a business opportunity. For all parties involved. Please.” Mayor Landers pleaded.

“No thank you.” Mauricio said. It was the clear answer. The morally correct answer. Why work for a man that showed how self centered he was?

“He’s going to pay you heavenly, Mauricio. You know that. Enough for you to buy that villa in Selvadorada.” Mayor Landers said plainly. “You know, the one that your wife loves.”

“Enough to buy ten of them.” Kenneth interjected.

No response.

Kenneth rejoiced at the sound of silence. The man who immediately barked at the sight of Ken was now muted by the thought of the cascade of zeros on the check that Ken was offering to write.

Typical.

Money wins every time.

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Title: Snowflakes are kisses from heaven Pairing: Richard Z. Kruspe / Paul Landers Presentee:@tillake Prompt: Snow Globe Warnings/Tags: fluff | nightmares | getting together Word Count: 2.664 Summary: Paul gets a snow globe from Richard during the white elephant gift exchange and something seems so magical about it. Could it bring him a Christmas miracle or will it take something important from him? Read on AO3: here

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“I knew this white elephant gift exchange was dumb,” Flake says when he holds some bright pink curlers up. Schneider next to him grins, while Till laughs so hardly, that he leans back and lays down on the ground to catch his breath.

“I mean they would’ve suited you back when you still had long hair,” Ollie says, but he’s also smirking. Flake rolls his eyes and puts them behind him.

They’re all sitting on the ground, some of them are already heavily drunk, and they’re doing this silly gift exchange, because Richard had wanted that. And whatever Richard wants, he gets. At least that is what Paul tells himself.

It’s totally not because he’s crushing so badly on his friend, that he would agree with everything he says (outside of the music stuff at least).

“You could always give them to your wife,” Richard says and he’s already shaking his own little package. Paul looks down at his own present. It’s nicely wrapped and there’s a huge sign on it that says he should be very careful with it, since it contains glass.

“True, maybe then I don’t need to buy her something else,” Flake says and Till slaps him against the head.

“No! You will buy your wife something lovely. She deserves it for putting up with your ass,” Till says and they all start to laugh again. Paul loves nights like this one, everyone is relaxed and they’re just having fun.

“Alright, it was a joke,” Flake says and Schneider nods approvingly. He’d been the one who had gotten Flake that ‘gift’.

“Good. Now Richard, you have to open yours,” Till says, since he had gotten Richard that one. Paul had been allowed to give Ollie something and as far as it looks Ollie really likes the cheap sunglasses he had gotten him.

Richard happily clasps his hands.

He’s careful in the way he opens the present. Paul can’t stop watching his fingers. Sometimes he wishes he could hold his hand, could feel it on his skin, could make him touch…

Paul stops that thought.

“Oh that’s amazing!” Richard says and he pulls out a small teddy bear. Schneider is laughing again, but Richard doesn’t seem to care.

“He’s almost as small as you,” Till says happily and Richard laughs at that, before he looks over to Paul, who knows exactly what Richard will say now.

“But he’s as small as Paulchen,” Richard says and Paul has to smile too, because Richard’s smile is just so damn beautiful and he can never not respond to it with a soft smile on his own. It’s probably obvious how much he’s in love with Richard but he doesn’t care.

At least Richard is thankfully super obvious to his feelings.

“Yeah speaking of. Your turn Paul,” Flake says and he points at the gift. Richard had given it to him earlier and Paul is excited to see what’s inside. He tries to open it very carefully as well and is surprised when he sees a snow globe inside.

“Huh,” Paul whispers.

“It reminded me of you,” Richard says, softly. Paul looks at the snow globe again, mostly because he doesn’t want to get lost in Richard’s eyes again, but also because he wants to see what’s inside.

It’s a tiny man holding a guitar. Paul smiles.

“I mean he looks more like you. Even has your black hair,” Paul says and he chuckles. The man in the snow globe looks adorable, a small blush on his cheeks and he’s even wearing a black long coat.

“Yeah he honestly looks way more than Richard,” Schneider says and frowns at the present. Paul presses the snow globe more against his chest.

“Well that only means that I now have my very own Richard. I like that,” Paul says and he winks at Richard, who seems a bit stunned for a second, before he looks away. Paul hopes that he’s blushing. Richard always looks so good when he blushes.

“Be careful with it though,” Flake says and Paul looks back at him.

“What do you mean? I won’t let it fall,” Paul says and glares at Flake. Just because he let his keyboard fall to the ground one time and he’d never hear the end of it.

“No I meant with your wishes. Often enough snow globe wishes come true. So maybe don’t wish that it’s really Richard in there,” Flake says and now everyone starts laughing. Till is slapping his knee again.

“Where did you hear that bullshit?” Till asks and Paul tunes their bickering out. He’s watching his snow globe again.

* “How are you holding up?” Till asks when he steps into the warmth of Paul’s room. Paul sits on his bed, staring at nothing really. He knows his friend is worried, but Paul feels as if somebody took everything good in his life away.

“Fine,” Paul mutters anyway and Till rolls his eyes.

“So he is still… not doing better?” Till asks and he sounds very careful. Paul shakes his head and he wants to be annoyed at Till but he really can’t. Till probably knows about his feelings and Paul is too tired to talk about it.

“Still… frozen,” Paul mumbles and he looks over to the other nightstand. The snow globe would look almost nice, if it wasn’t for the fact that his Richard was caged in it instead of the other guitar man.

“Hey, we will find a way,” Till promises and when he comes closer and tries to inspect the snow globe, Paul holds up a hand to stop him. He doesn’t want him to accidentally let it fall on the ground and kill Richard in the process.

“I know, I just… miss him a lot, I guess,” Paul offers and that is actually the most he ever admitted about his feelings. Till smiles softly down at him and Paul has to look away again. Even the tips of his ears burn.

“Yeah, I understand,” Till answers and then claps his shoulder for a short moment. Paul takes a deep breath and when Till isn’t looking he is wiping over his eyes. He hates feeling this helpless.

“I know you wanted to show him what Christmas has to offer this year,” Till says then and this time Paul only grunts. He had a huge list finished, with everything he wanted to do with Richard.

Going sledding, snowball fights, drinking Eggnog, getting each other gifts and, if Paul was a bit braver, he would even try to find a mistletoe for them. Richard had told them that his last Christmas had been so bad, so Paul had wanted to cheer him up. That’s why they all had really agreed to the white elephant gift exchange.

They wanted Richard to be happy again.

Paul sighs.

It’s better that Richard doesn’t know about his feelings. Paul never had a best friend in the way he has Richard and he really doesn’t want to destroy what they have. It means too much to him.

“Seems like that won’t happen,” Paul says and this time he stands up and walks back over to the other side of the bed. He looks down at the snow globe, not touching it yet.

He can hear how Till walks back to the door.

“Flake will call his aunt again. Maybe she knows more,” Till says quietly, before the door closes. Paul waits exactly five seconds, before he takes a shaky breath.

The snow globe looks beautiful in the light of the lamp on his nightstand and Paul finally takes it back into his hands. The glass is cold and Paul shivers a bit. He had carried it almost the whole day and only put it down shortly before Till came in.

“Rich,” Paul whispers and he carefully strokes with his thumb over the glass, right where his best friend stands.

Richard doesn’t look scared or anything. He doesn’t look too happy either, but Paul still smiles sadly. Richard looks like he always does. Awkward but still so beautiful and of course holding his guitar.

“I miss you,” Paul whispers, before he strokes over the cool glass again. Behind Richard is a beautiful landscape with a lake and some trees. It looks beautiful and Paul wishes that he was frozen in there right next to Richard.

Anything is better than this.

Paul sighs quietly again.

“I mean it, Richard. I… I don’t know what to do without you. Like Till said I had this whole plan for Christmas for us this year and… I don’t want to celebrate it without you,” Paul continues and he slightly shakes the snow globe.

Not too hard, so he doesn’t startle Richard - if he is even aware of his surroundings - but there is still a bit of snow gently flying down on his friend.

Paul sits back down on his bed, snow globe safely in his hands and smiles down at it. Maybe Richard really can’t hear him? Maybe it feels just like sleeping for him, Paul doesn’t even want to think about any worse outcomings.

“Last week you told me that you love Christmas miracles and that you saw some happen before. I wish for one now. I wish we would solve whatever this is and that I’d get you back and… I could kiss you,” Paul whispers quietly, only to hear for the snow globe.

Paul doesn’t even realize that the world around him turns blurry. He chuckles wetly.

“I regret never telling you how I really feel. Richard, I love you.” Paul whispers and a tear falls down on the glass.

Paul sobs once and then he presses a kiss against the snow globe, roughly where Richard is standing. The glass is incredibly cool against his lips, and even more tears fall from his eyes, but he doesn’t care.

He wants Richard back.

“Paulchen?”

Paul blinks and then looks up, only to look back down at the snowglobe that is now missing something in particular. Richard is gone and instead he is standing right in front of Paul, living and smiling widely.

“Richard!” Paul says and he throws the snow globe on his bed, not really caring about it anymore. Richard laughs, when Paul hugs him as tight as he can and Paul blushes badly, when Richard kisses his wet cheek.

“It’s okay, Paul. I’m here and I won’t leave you ever again,” Richard whispers and Paul realizes a bit ashamed that he probably did hear what Paul had said. But he isn’t running away, no instead he carefully strokes through Paul’s short hair.

“Hmm,” Paul mumbles into Richard’s shirt, he is never letting go again.

“And I love you as well, how could I not,” Richard continues, still swaying with Paul in his arms. Richard is warm and safe and Paul closes his eyes. Richard chuckles.

“Maybe it is a Christmas miracle.,” Richard says and Paul shuts him up in the best way he is allowed now.

He kisses him.

Paul finally wakes up.

“Oh my god,” Paul whispers and he holds his hand to his chest. He thought that had been real, but luckily it had only been a nightmare. Paul takes a few more breaths and tries to calm himself down.

He then switches the light on and looks at the snow globe on his nightstand. It looks the same as earlier, there is no Richard in it. Paul relaxes even more. He doesn’t really believe in stuff, but this has been a hell of a dream.

Still.

It’s not the first time that he had thought about losing Richard. Nothing bad had happened before but there were a few accidents. He remembers seeing Richard fall down that damn pyramid.

That had been the first time where he had been really worried about him. He’d been to the hospital with him and had watched out for him on stage the following days. Paul remembers how scared he’d been.

Till had asked him back then if he was feeling more than friendship for Richard. Paul had declined, but now he knows that he’d been in love with Richard already back then.

And this year Richard had hurt himself again. Paul’s stomach is hurting if he just thinks about it, because he’d been the one who had been in the way, when Richard had jumped into the water.

What if one day he would really lose Richard?

What if he never told him?

Didn’t Richard deserve to know that someone really loved him? Richard had told him more than once how sad he’s been in every relationship that had ended. Nobody stayed long with Richard and he always thought that was his fault.

Paul would stay forever.

Paul sighs. He can’t sleep now anymore. Not after that nightmare.

It had a good ending though… Maybe Paul could have one in his real life too?

He finally gets up and quietly walks down the hallway to Richard’s room. He knocks twice on the door and waits for Richard to tell him that it’s okay to enter.

“Rich?”

“Paul? Everything okay?” Richard asks, he apparently had switched on the little lamp on his nightstand. He looks rather adorable, his hair sticking in every direction, and he’s looking so sleepy, his eyes aren’t fully open.

Paul’s in Heaven.

“I had a nightmare. Can I… stay here?” Paul asks and Richard looks so confused. He’s probably too tired to talk about this right now, because he simply nods and then lifts the blanket of his bed.

Paul hastily walks over to him and slides down behind him, pressing himself against Richard, who makes the sweetest sound and relaxes into his arms. Cuddling is nothing really new to them (they kiss on stage every night) but this still feels different. Paul is glad that Richard isn’t pushing him away.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Richard asks, still so sleepy.

“No. I just… I nearly lost you in my dream and I needed to be close to you,” Paul whispers back and Richard nods. He turns the light off.

“I’m here though. I promise not to die,” Richard says and Paul chuckles. He’s such an idiot sometimes. Paul closes his eyes and presses a kiss to Richard’s shoulder.

It’s quiet now. Paul can only hear how Richard breathes. It calms him down.

“I’m in love with you.”

“You did not just confess your love to me while laying in my dark room and with me half asleep!” Richard says and now he sits up. Paul chuckles a bit nervously, before he also sits up. They’re staring at each other.

“Uhm…”

“Oh my god. You can be so glad that I’m in love with you too, otherwise I’d kick you out of my bed now,” Richard says and before he can babble more about that, Paul leans in and kisses him.

Richard relaxes.

“I mean it,” Paul whispers and Richard nods.

“You better be here in the morning when I wake up,” Richard says and they both lay back down. Cuddling once more.

It’s quiet again. Richard is almost snoring.

“I wanna spend the rest of my life with you,” Paul answers and Richard presses a pillow to his face. Paul laughs.

“If this is a marriage proposal in the middle of the night, again with me half-asleep. I will murder you,” Richard says and Paul shakes his head.

“No I would do that right,” Paul promises, this time Richard kisses him.

“Good. Now sleep,” Richard answers and Paul nods. This time he feels like he could really sleep again and he closes his eyes, sighing happily.

Paul is almost asleep when he hears it.

“I’d say yes,” Richard whispers and this time Paul takes the pillow and smacks him in the face. Richard laughs.

Seems like no one would get any more sleep tonight.

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