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[latenightdaydreams]

Trucker!König x Stranded!Reader Part2 (fem)

MDNI🔞

For part one click here!

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🚫Same as part one, there are HUGE TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS STORY!🚫

Please do not read if you are not in a good mental health head space or cannot handle extreme content. Your mental health matters more than a story! I have other smut and fluff with a kind and consensual König, please enjoy those instead🥰 Remember you're all amazing and deserve happiness in the world. I hope you all have a fantastic day and take care of yourself🩷

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🚫LAST WARNING BEFORE TRIGGERS🚫

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>cw: fem/afab, p in v, non-con, recording, threats, breath restriction.

3.1 word count

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With the sun in your eyes, you wake up on a groggy state; the sleeping pill having been so strong, you feel as if you’re hung over. At first your vision is a little blurry so you try to rub your eyes awake. Going to pull your hands down, you realize you can’t. Instant fear sets in as you realize your hands are bound together with zip ties attached to a bar over your head. You feel the truck moving, König is driving. In a panic you look over to him and with a trembling voice, you speak up.

“König…” you can’t control your breathing.

“Ah! Guten Morgen, meine Liebe.” König’s voice overly cheerful. He looks at you quickly over his shoulder. “That pill took you out for quite a while.” He chuckles as if this is a casual situation.

“Why…why am I tied up?” You like to think of yourself as a strong woman, but you’ve never felt this level of helplessness before.

“So that you don’t run.”

Silence lingered in the air as you stare at the back of his head. “Please don’t do this.”

“It’s already done.” He shoots you an uneasy glare from over his shoulder.

You take a deep shaky breath as your gaze stays on him. “I have friends waiting for me in Germany-”

“No, you don’t.” He cuts you off swiftly. “You said you were here alone already, remember?” He lets out a low chuckle. “You should know better than to give out that type of information from a man you don’t know Liebling.”

In your mind you begin to play back every action from taking a sleeping pill from him, getting in the truck, getting the piece of shit car, to planning this trip. All the small things that added up and left you here. Tears begin to stream down your face as true panic begins to set in.

König stays quiet and lets you have your little tantrum, smirking as he listens to your sobs. He waits for you to relax before telling you the rules. He’s a patient man, he can wait. 20 minutes pass and he let out a sigh as he hears your sobs quiet down.

“Now, I want you to listen closely please. In public, you keep your head down and don’t speak. You’ll get one chance to use the bathroom a day, so don’t fuck it up for yourself. When I ask for something, I don’t want to get any push back. You’re mine now, you have to obey.”

You stay quiet and listen to the words as the world seems like a blur around you. His voice blending into the sound of the tires on the road.

“Do you understand?” König’s voice tone snapping you back to this moment.

“Yeah…” Your voice cracks as you speak.

“Gut.” König ignores you and continues to drive. His mind preoccupied with the thought of what he recorded last night and what he will record again soon.

A voice comes in over his radio and you see a spark of hope, a way out. You watch König press down on the button and respond in fast German that you can’t understand. An idea comes to mind, if you scream for help when König presses to talk, maybe someone will hear you and track König down to save you. Sitting and listening to the men talk back and forth in a language you don’t know, the urge to do it now just overcame you.

“HELP!” You shout as König presses down to speak, “HE HAS ME TRAPPED IN HIS TRUCK!” Your voice strained from all of the crying you’ve been doing.

Panic sets in as König turns his head to look at you, you’re waiting for him to yell or physically hurt you. He doesn’t. He simply laughs. So does the voice on the other end of the line.

“I can see she’s woken up!” The voice jokes with a strong German accent.

Your heart sinks. He knows? And is okay with this? Tears burn your eyes as you feel stupid now and are scared for how König might punish you for trying to get help. Dropping your head back on to the pillow, you let out a long breath and let the tears roll down your face.

“So,” König has an air of arrogance in his voice, “how did your little plan go Maus? Were you expecting to be saved?” He mocks you.

You don’t say anything as you just lay there feeling defeated yet again. You take a deep shaky breath, trying not to cry.

“I’ll let that one slide, but next time I will have to put a muzzle on you Maus.” König shakes his head. “I have a sandwich and water for you if you’re hungry.”

You look at him, your stomach growling. Did he drug the food? Poison it? You have to eat sometime though… “I am.”

“Good girl, I’ll feed you once we get to the motel.”

“Motel?”

“Well, I have to sleep and there’s not enough room for the both of us. Plus, I want to clean you up.”

His words make your heart sink into your stomach. The thought of him cleaning you- just seeing you naked puts you into a panic. Your jaw beginning to shake as you try to suppress your emotions, not wanting him to know how much he is affecting you.

As hours pass, the sun begins to set again. König hasn’t spoken to you this whole time and you’ve just been trying to dissociate so you can avoid a break down. You look out the windows of the truck and see the sign for a motel. König parks the truck and stands. He turns to you and looks you up and down.

“Now Maus, I’m going to give you a choice here.” He clears his throat and kneels in front of you, “You can either be a good girl and walk beside me with your head down not saying a word or I give you another one of those sleeping pills.”

“I- I’ll behave…” You don’t want to be in that motel room trapped with him and not be conscious.

“You better, I’m not above resorting to violence.” His piercing blue eyes bore into yours. He left the truck, leaving you tied up, to go pay for a room.

While he is gone, you try hard to pull your hands out of the zip ties as they dig into your wrist. Pulling with all you might nothing happens other than hurting yourself. You stop once you hear heavy footsteps approaching the truck again.

He opens the door and steps inside. He begins to gather his things before he turns and looks at you. He took out his pocket knife and kneeled beside you.

“When I cut these, if you try to run, I will catch you and it will be worse for you.” He threatens.

You nod in understanding feeling a deep-rooted fear from his words. You believe him and didn’t want to push him, but also didn’t want to go into that motel room. Getting out alive is your main goal, so you do as he asks. He cuts the zip ties and yanks you up by your sore wrist. With wobbly legs you follow him out of the truck into the parking lot. Looking around there are no other cars other than another semi-truck. Feeling the warm air with a nice breeze makes you feel free, fills you with an illusion of peace.

König pulls you up to the door and opens the door with the keycard. He gently pushes you in and quickly closes and locks the door behind him. You stand there with your body trembling as he turns to look at you.

“Take your clothes off.”

You don’t move and just look at him. In his mind you’re going over a hundred different ways you could possibly try to fight him and flee, but he is massive, has a knife, and you don’t know where you are.

“Now!” He barks taking you out of your thoughts and back to reality.

You grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head before pulling down your leggings.  His eyes stay on you as you undress. Your hands fumble with the clasp of your bra as you become nervous before finally letting it fall to the floor. He walks to you and yanks your underwear off.

“You’re taking too long,” he huffs. “Hands behind your back.”

You put your hands behind your back as he asked. He zip ties your wrist together again, your wrist sore and in pain. He pushes you forward and towards the bathroom. He turns the shower on and checks the waters temp. His eyes looking back at you up and down, lingering on the bush between your legs.

“Get in.” He demands.

You walk to the shower and step in, the water warm as you stand there letting the water hit your body. König grabs a wash cloth and begins to lather it with a soap bar. He begins to wash your body; you close your eyes and turn your head trying to not get soap in your eyes. He aggressively washes your body. Grabbing the shower head, he rinses the soap off of you.

“Get out and follow me.” König turns the shower off and grabs a blue towel. He walks to the queen size bed and lays the towel down. You follow behind him soaking set, leaving a trail of water behind you as you walk. He points to the towel and you sit on it.

“Lay down,” he walks away back to the bathroom as you scoot back on the towel and lie down. The weight of your body on your hands behind your back is uncomfortable.

He comes back with a soapy wash cloth and a razor. You look at him and watch as he drops to his knees in front of you. He opens your legs and rubs your pubic area with the wash cloth. He began to gently shave your pubic hair. You stay as still as possible so he doesn’t cut you, you keep your eyes directed at the ceiling.

“You have a very beautiful pussy Maus.” König’s voice is full of lust and makes your stomach churn. He uses the wash cloth to wipe the hair he has shaved away. “Perfect…” he mumbles.

His hands caress your thighs before he stands and goes to the bathroom to return the razor and wash cloth. He comes back and grabs you by the shoulders to sit you up. He walks to one of his bags and opens the cooler. Placing the sandwich and the water on the small desk in the corner of the room.

“You can eat once we are done. I don’t want you to throw up.”

Going back to the bag he grabs a tripod and a second phone. He pulls the bedside table away from the wall a few feet. He places the tripod on top and places his phone in the phone slot. Taking the lamp shade off of the lamp the room gets brighter. You begin to realize what is going to happen.

“Don’t worry, this is only for me to watch.” He lies.

König begins to undress, pulling his shirt over his head revealing his scarred body to you. He pulls his belt off and tosses it on the bed before he undoes his pants and pulls them down, stepping out of them. You look forward trying to ignore his body, but it’s useless as he walks in front of you now; his erection in your face now. He grabs the belt off the bed and begins to wrap it around your neck. This causes a fight or flight trigger response and you scream and kick.

He puts his hand on your mouth and pushes you back into the bed, “If you scream and the young man at the front desk tries to come and save you, I’ll kill him. So, either save a human life, or be selfish and take him down with you.”

He phrases this as if you’re the bad guy in this situation, as if it isn’t him that would be killing the innocent man. You lay there looking at him, struggling to breathe with his calloused hand over your mouth and nose.

“Do you understand?”

You nod your head in response and he backs off of you, sitting you back up. He tightens the belt around your neck to the point where talking and breathing was hard, but you could still do it. He walked to the phone on the tripod and hit record. He held his original phone in his hand.

“Lay back Maus.” His voice husky as he begins to stroke his cock with his freehand.

You do as he says. The phone in his hand is pointed at you, you assume it’s recording you as well. You turn your head the opposite way of all the cameras to try and disconnect form this moment.

“Look at me,” he snaps at you. You do as he asks. Your eyes meet his icy pale gaze as he smirks.

König moves forward, dropping his gaze down to your sweet cunt. He nuzzles himself between your legs and began to slap his heavy cock on your clit, slowly moving himself up and down. Finding your entrance, he pushes forward. No prep as he pushes in, your pussy tight and dry as it squeezes around him pushing into without warning. He eyes watch your cunt struggle to take his enormous size through the screen of his phone. The belt around your neck muffling the pitch of your pained sounds.

“Ooh, ja. That’s tight.” He groans as he pushes all the way into you.

As your hips squirm with discomfort your walls flutter all around the length of his cock sending waves of pleasure through his body.  Slowly he moves his hips back as he spits on his cock for lubrication. You watch in disgust as he records himself pushing back in. He begins to fuck into you faster, causing the bed to hit the wall. You try to focus on breathing as you feel slightly light headed.

König begins to let out small moans of pleasure as your body begins to react, betraying you, and gets aroused. He smirks as your pussy begins to get creamy and fucks you harder. His hips clashing harshly against yours.

“I knew you’d like this, Kleine Hure.” He laughs as he speaks those words.

With his free hand he reaches up and squeezes your breast before slapping them both harshly; leaving behind red marks and making you whimper slightly. His hand moves to your throat and chokes you. Already struggling for air, you begin to squirm. After a few seconds he lets go and slaps your face lightly.

König suddenly withdraws from you and moves up your body until he is hovering above your face, his cock covered in your creamy white arousal. “Open your mouth.”

You do as he says and begins to shove his cock into your mouth, bucking fast as his balls slap against your chin. The camera in your face making sure to record your struggle. You gag repeatedly, body arching wanting to push him off, but your hands are still bound behind your back.

Finally, he pulls his dick out. A long thick string of saliva hanging from the tip. You begin to cough and spit out more globs on to your own face to clear your airways. König spreads your spit around his cock and goes back down to your pussy. He uses his knees to spread your legs apart to fit his body. His cock easily slips back into you. He lets out a low moan as soon as he feels your grip on his sensitive tip again before pushing fully in.

He bucks his hips in a such a harsh motion he is slamming again your sore cervix. He moves forward slightly to put the camera in your face and record you as you get fucked. You try to turn your head but he quickly grabs your jaw and turns your head back.

“Look into the camera.” He demands and you obey. After a while the camera drifts down your body to your breasts and then back to your shiny cunt. “Schön, I got lucky with this one.”

Not able to hold off any longer, König pulls out of you quickly and begins to jerk his cock over you, moaning loudly. His cum shooting all over your body, landing on your breasts and stomach as some drips down on to your pussy. He stands there breathing heavy as he moves the camera over you to show off his work along your chest and breast. He slaps his cock on your clit a few times, recording himself playing with the cum that dripped.

Finally, König stands up, stopping the recording on his phone. He walks over to the one on the tripod and stops recording as well. He turns to you and walks to the bed beside you. Gently he removed the belt from your neck, it leaving behind a deep mark that will most likely bruise.

“You did well Maus.” His voice oddly soft as he goes into the bathroom to grab towels and wipe you off.

Grabbing your shoulders, he sits you up and turns around to grab the water and sandwich on the dresser. He opens the water and holds it up for you to drink. He is patient with you and doesn’t rush you as you gulp the water desperately. König holds the sandwich up for you to take bites. You’re hungry but lack an appetite after everything that just happened.

“Come on, don’t waste food Maus.” König still speaking softly to you, it disgusts you. Still, you continue to eat the food not wanting to anger him.

Once you’re done eating the sandwich, he moves your body up more in the bed and pulls the covers over you, not allowing you to get dressed. Hands still bound you feel terrible pain in your wrist and arms, causing you to fidget.

“I’m sorry, I hope you understand why I can’t untie you.”

You don’t respond, just look at him. He looks back at you and walks away. He gets dressed, boxers and a blue shirt, and pulls out a laptop from one of his bags.

“Get some rest, sweet dreams.” He gently kisses the top of your head and sits on the other side of the bed.

On his laptop he uploads the videos he took of you. He begins to watch and edit the videos before putting it up for sale. You lay there listening to the recordings over and over again as he works on it. Finally, you’re able to fall asleep. Wishing to wake up anywhere but here.

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tag: @soosouyoung

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[icarus-does-fall]

Alr alr

Simon x piercer/tattooer reader

I did my best to make my idea a thing 🤷‍♂️

Dub-con!! Trans Simon but it's not a major plot point, might make another one where it is

I just have brainrot and productive energy

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

Simon “Ghost” Riley, a simple man. A stoic and dealy man. A man who was claimed to have no emotions, no connections. To be a ghost. Yet whenever you were around, he seemed to be less of a ghost, he seemed to be human.

Then there was you. You were bright and filled with life, colourful to say the least as you were covered in tattoos and piercing, after all that was your job. The cherry on top, you loved- sometimes you loved too much and got yourself hurt.

He was spending almost all his money on booking appointments at your shop, he never had valid reasons to see you outside your parlour just to see you, feel you. Yet you never minded, Simon was polite, while he didn't always hold the best conversations he never made you feel uncomfortable like some of your other clients did.

Plus maybe you had started to develop a slight crush on the rugged soldier that was constantly spending his free time with you instead of going out with his mates. He made you laugh, smile, and he had an oddly safe feeling about him.

Simon had been away on deployment for nearly a year and the first thing he did when he got back was book something with you. It was a piercing, and one of a particularly sensitive nature- He was asking to get a jacob's ladder done.

You almost didn't agree. You liked the guy and piercing his dick? That seemed to cross a few too many lines, yes it was your job but you were still human and sometimes it is difficult to separate work from life. Simon instead though, he trusted you, you had the experience with it, and he wanted that specific piercing done.

So stealing your emotions and doing your best to lock them all away in a cage so deep within you it wouldn’t be easily found you waited for Simon's appointment time, getting everything ready in the back room- You doubted the man wanted to expose himself to everyone else in the shop… A low blush rose to your cheeks as your thoughts tried to wander about.

What if he liked the public scene?

After all, you didn't know much about Simon other than what simple conversation would allow. He had a dog- A german shepherd. He smoked, sometimes you’d smoke with him. His best mate was named Soap and he drank whiskey. And he was possibly trans? One of the first tattoos you did for him was scar coverups on his chest, but you weren't going to ask any questions. Scar cover ups were one of your specialties. Most people came to you for those types of tattoos specifically.

But his more personal details? Those you weren’t sure about.

Quicker than you thought the time for Simon's appointment showed up. He walked into the shop, looming like a shadow, before seeing you at the counter and his entire mood lightened up.

“Hey lovie.”

You rolled your eyes with a soft laugh. “Hey again Si, fill out your paperwork, I’ll get everything set up in the back for you. And how's that last tat treating you? It heal okay?”

Simon shrugged and then rolled up his sleeve, the newest addition was still slightly red but the tattoo seemed to have healed without issue. It was a bundle of wisteria flowers, one of the few tattoos that you were given full control over. It was just a space filler.

“It’s fine, the lads thought it was too… girly ‘suppose but I like it just fine.”

You pouted playfully while heading to the back room. “Aw ‘just fine’? Thought we’ve moved into actual compliments before you left, you get tired of talking all that much on deployment or somethin?”

Simon merely huffed as he filled out his paperwork and then placed it on the counter. He liked talking to you, he did. Just sometimes his words failed him.

After a few minutes you were ready and called him back. He listened like a well trained dog, raising from where he was sitting without a work and went to where you were. If he had a tail it would be wagging.

Simon closed the door behind him and simply stood there a bit awkwardly as you had just finished wrapping the chair for him to sit on. Your face flushed slightly, it wouldn’t have been noticeable if Simon was as trained as he was to notice the small details.

“You gotta strip Si-” Now your blush was noticeable, it flared brightly. “Not! Not completely! But you gotta lose the trousers before you sit down-”

Simon chuckled slightly at your flustered state. And whether he meant to or if it was all subconsciously done, he slowly undid his belt and took off his pants. You had to force yourself not to stare at him. He took his spot on the chair and got comfortable to the point it’d be easier for you to pierce him.

You rolled your chair in between his legs, your tray of tools right next to you. You looked up at him, doing your damnedest to stay professional. “This will hurt, like… a lot Simon.”

He nodded and sighed out softly, he was thanking every god possible right now that he had his mask on to hide his own flushed face. “I know, go ahead.”

Now Simon wasn’t huge by any means, but he wasn’t small either, but he was girthy. Something that sparked your interest though was the scar lines down there. He unknowingly sent butterflies straight to your stomach as you tried not to blatantly stare at his half exposed body.

With a steady hand but a shaky resolve you took his dick into your hand, tentatively wiping it down with a alcohol wipe and then marking where the piercings needed to go. You were doing three this session. Simon tensed up under your touch and a soft groan slipped past his lips as you began. You froze, mistaking that groan for discomfort and not something else.

“You alright Si, something feel wrong?”

He merely shook his head and then nodded, gesturing for you to continue. You did.

So you lined up the needle with the first mark and went through the skin.

“Fuck! Jesus lovie! Can't give a guy some warning before you stab ‘em?”

You chuckled sheepishly. “Sorry about that Si… First one alway hurts more than the rest, and we still gotta put the barbell in too.”

“Christ-” Simon sighed and laid his head back against the hair, he was trying not to pant or focus on how your hand felt wrapped around his dick- Or the thoughts that followed. He doubted you even liked him, plus it was damn near unprofessional to think like that while you were working.

You apologised once more before putting the barbell into the first piercing, Simon let out another groan as you did that, and then you wiped down the piercing, cleaning it of the small bits of blood that’d showed up. Then you moved onto the second one. Simon's groans got a bit louder and he was biting his lip to hold back the moans that threatened to slip out. The third one went in without issue as well, but by now Simons dick was aching- From both the piercings and how you had been handling him.

He was all but dripping precum with each new piercing and touch of your hand, which you both were trying to ignore. Your heart was racing and your face flushed, Simon was refusing to look in your direction as you worked.

As you pulled away after finishing cleaning him and then took your gloves off you casted a glance over towards Simon. “How's it look? Everything feel okay?”

Simon laid still for a few moments after you began your clean up before he sat up slightly and looked to see how the piercings were done, forgetting just for a moment that you were in the room and ran a hand across the piercings.

He unintentionally came with that action of his. All over the chair and his thighs. He groaned out quietly and moaned and then he blushed hard, becoming nothing but a flustered and stuttering mess.

“Fuck lovie- That wasnt supposed to, ain’t mean to… ‘M not that used to having it yet… I'm sorry, fuck im sorry lovie, makin a mess all over your work stuff not professional at all.”

Your face had gotten bright red and you’d froze in your spot, your eyes couldn’t help but to be drawn towards Simon's leaking dick which was now covered in cum. His words pulled out of your mini trance and hurriedly gave him a few paper towels to clean up with, but he was too focused on apologising to realise you were trying to help.

Taking a breath you tried to steel your nerves and then placed your hand on Simon's calf. It's what was closest to you and you didn’t want to make him- or you comfortable. “Si, calm down- it’s okay honestly… You think you're the first guy who's been a little sensitive after this type of piercing?”

Simon's blush was now visible, even underneath his mask, and he was still avoiding looking at you as he cleaned himself up. His words were mumbled and hard to hear and he was still slightly hard making things worse. “Well… Probably the first to like you as ya do it… As it happens…”

You still heard him though, and you bit your lip while trying to find the words. What were you supposed to do? Admit your possible feelings while he was half naked and covered in cum? Well… you probably shouldn’t but you wanted it. He was a sight to see like that, hell he was whining and desperate for forgiveness. That sight, those feelings, it made your stomach coil.

So what did you do? Breaking all your rules, every boundary you’d been trying to set this entire session, you touched him without having a job to do. Your hands traced along his bottom surgery scars- Simons hands stilled and he looked up at you confused.

“Wha-”

Your hands trailed down to caress his dick and gently you milked out the rest of his come. Simon's eyes fluttered closed and he was reduced to a moaning mess. “L-lovie, what are you doing? Wh-why? What?”

You continued to stroke Simon's dick, careful to avoid the piercings you just placed, technically, for everything to heal correctly you shouldn't have been doing that but you were being careful. “Just wanna show you it's okay, nothing to be sorry for, yaknow?”

Another strangled moan fell past Simon's lips and his dick was twitching in your hands, you looked up at him through your lashes and then leaned forward, kitten licking his tip for a few moments before fully licking him clean. One of his hands ended up threaded through your hair, not wanting you to pull away just yet until there wasn't any cum left.

Finally when you pulled away after he’d been cleaned up, he was gripping onto the chairs armrests and panting softly, you on the other hand while blushing looked similar to how a cat looks after catching the canary.

“Well damn lovie… Fuckin hell… Wasn’t expecting that type of aftercare-”

“You taste pretty good Si…” You laughed softly and licked your lips, “Can I get another taste later?”

Simon groaned out softly and slouched back against the chair he was sitting in again as he caught his breath and once his head was clear he got dressed again and then bit his lip as he walked over towards where you were.

“You're a different type of crazy lovie, make things interesting… It’s why you're my favourite.” He sighed and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Coffee sometime then?- Or dinner?”

You laughed and kissed Simon's cheek through his mask. “I do what I can~ And I would love to, been wanting that for a while actually.”

#cod #simon riley #ghost x reader #trans ghost #simon riley x reader #smut #dubc0n #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #the brainrot is brainrotting

[thekats]

Hello, do you have a moment to talk about Michael Sheen's acting? No? Perfect!

Look at this legally acquired still of Aziraphale just after Crowley left the bookshop post Kiss:

He looks like a child who asked you for chocolate after he's been a really good boy all day and you just said "no."

SIR, YOU ARE OVER 50 YEARS OLD! Maybe he needs to be reminded from time to time so he stops pulling these faces that absolutely kill my insides.

After having witnessed how many people were surprised by the "'Do It Again' Revelation"(TM), I wish I'd come and dumped all my thoughts on tumblr right after watching because, as an autistic person, I don't understand how you all are (rightfully) praising Michael's acting and then read his expression after the kiss as disgust? LOOK AT THIS BEBÉ HE WANTS HIS SCHOKIIII! The good kind, dark, bitter, rich, leaves a slightly weird taste and feel in the mouth.

He is so happy/unhappy because he wants that but he was saving it for when he could savour it because he is an old-fashioned romantic type and now it's spoilt. But also he can't help being happy he got it because it is affirming, it is a promise and reassurance. But also he can't have more of it now because he has to try and fix stupid heaven and the whole damn system so they can be safe once and for all. But also if he succeeds he can have more of that because Crowley is willing to give him his chocolate (I am just now remembering the planned scene of Crowley bringing Aziraphale chocolates to celebrate his bookshop opening oh Martel)! But also Aziraphale has to go to heaven alone because Crowley really doesn't want to be back there. But also Aziraphale could really use some help there, some mental and emotional support, someone who keeps bending over backwards to make things work for him.

HE WANTS HIS SCHOKI!

#“Schoki” is a cutesy word for chocolate in German #i do realise how that description of chocolate also sounds and while it was not intended it is fully embraced #I could write whole analyses about Michael's acting but I need to feel like I am retaining some semblence of aliveness #I may have gotten a little carried away there and entered theory land from which I have banished myself for mental health reasons #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale #aziraphale defense squad takes #???technically???

[prodogg]

Can’t even speak your daughters name, please just spare me the false pretense, it’s sickening Heuchlerisch/Scheinheilig . Why "care" suddenly now hours later after she could be dead in some jungle but not right then and there when you still were at Hiraa and got your memories back…. okay vent over it continuous in the tags

Edit: Since people like to miss the point here, the writing decision of making Ursa suddenly care out of nowhere without showing any interest or care after getting her face in Hiraa for Azula or Zuko’s face is just very shallow to me, they can tell me all they want how Zuko searched, and apparently Ursa "helped". Her reaction upon seeing them for the first time again told me everything I as reader have to know. Then, seeing her crying on the boat is like a slap since it’s then feels very shallow, especially since she can’t even name Azula by name and says the "other" one.

#if you can’t tell I despise Comic’s Ursa #and don’t come with the 'but she was abused shit' it doesn’t excuse being a shitty character #or do you hear me excuse Azula killing Aang because abuse or Zuko stealing from The EK civilians #Zuko has a scar?! eh nothing wrong about that #My daughter running in a dangerous jungle ?! all fine #Smoke and Shadow is irredeemably bad #the search could be salvaged but Smoke and Weed shot the bird from the sky #anti comic Ursa #anti atla comics #azula #zuko #we have a word in German for how I felt she said this false pretense ihre heuchlerische Art #okay vent over #Ursa #atla #avatar the last airbender #pd talks #it’s feels just shallow

[robinfrinjs]

#what the fuck is this video #also i feel like robin having the lowest points in german in his whole school??? makes him not wanna speak it now #this is why the school system sucks i have this whole thing about it #anyway his german is probably better than most of his classmate's were #school german is like not even a language it's just learning words and doing nothing #racing #formula e #robin frijns #nico müller

[thebreadtree]

Bread, as you speak German, and Germans have oddly specific words for things, that siund like angry german, is there an oddly strangely very specific example of a word for 'that persons fashion sense for shoes is very very disgusting' ? Please and thanks add diagrams with examples and if there isnt, invent one for us using 'Rivix' as the root word? Sorry for the long ask.

There isn't an official specific word

Personally I would call the shoes "Ein Fall für die Modepolizei" (A case for the fashion police) or when it comes to Rivix I would say he's a "Lackaffe" for wearing these shoes (Lackaffe is a german insult containing the words "varnish" and "monkey". It's hard to describe what it means, you just kinda know when it's apropriate)

My friends @mandalorian-general , @axo-l0tte-l and @something-something-sonnschein also have some suggestions

"Hinterletzter Schuhmodenträger" (backwater shoe fashion wearer)

"Schuhmodenlegastheniker" (someone that is so bad at shoe fashion that you could call him illiterate in it)

"Schuhmodenkriegsverbrecher" (a war criminal when it comes to shoe fashion)

"Schuhmodendilettant" (someone that's an amateur at shoe fashion, in a derogatory way)

#creating a word with rivix as a root would feel like a hate crime against the german language so i wont be doing that #i would also like to use these tags to raise awareness that while in theory german is an aggressive sounding language #if you're ever in germany you won't percieve it as such as germans have a way of speaking in a very high pitched friendly way #in actual day to day language we tend to kind of soften the aggressive sounding vocals #anyway #go learn german #it's beautiful language that's very fun to speak #+ if you ever meet a german and speak their language they'll like you automatically a bit more #because the thing about us germans is that we will only speak english as long as necesarry #we love our language because we know it's one of the coolest #rivixs fucking shoes

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Me when I can read simple sentences in German: Powerful. I am so powerful. Look at this knowledge I have gained. This code I have cracked.

Me trying to spell in german: FUCK. Ich bin werklich dumm. Wait. No. ich bin wirklich dumm 🙃

#it took me until freshman year of high school to stop spelling get as git. i am too fucking dyslexic #literally i still struggling to spell field with the e and i in the right place. there are so many ei and ie spellings in german and i fell #feel like i guess the wrong one every time #i cannot spell and i cannot pronounce words from just seeing them. even in English i cannot do these things well #but i can read. sometimes #this is why i didnt take any foreign languages in hs lmao. but im stubborn. hartnäckig. and im having fun #dyslexia cannot stop me #<- literally me all thr fucking time lmao. my brain doesn't work but that wont stop me #unrelated #i also feel powerful when i can remember german words spoken in a sentence and actually process them as words haha

[effervescentdragon]

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#imma just rant in the tags actually #today was not a good day. it was a weird day. my sugars were fucking me over every second #everyrhung i wanted to do was interrupted. i had to make allowances for things i didnt want to do #but i also watched liverpool win. and i watched my german gay cop show. and i wrote like 2k words (way less than i shouldve but oh well) #and i dont feel like this will fuck me up for the next week. like i used to and sometimes still do i guess? idk #this is what og bff was saying the other day when he said im doing good #like maybe i couldnt guve my energy to everyone and everything i wanted to today. but i know that i will tomorrow. or the day after #i dont feel like i will never have the energy. and i think thats a good thing for me #now if only my sugars would be so kind to stop fucking with me thatd be lovely #much obliged #personal

[ezraphobicsoup]

exams really just go on forever and ever and ever and ever

#sorry about this one but it’s just hit me that i’m literally not getting a break cause of the german listening #3 days between them i guess and then that’s it we’re back with 6-7 hour school days #how the hell do they think this is sustainable we just don’t get to stop ever #what’s the line like. it keeps happening it fucking keeps happening and i just want to lie down without needing to be doing something else #hghhhgvhnbgghhbghnbghvvbvav #the biggest break it’s possible to get is one school week. 5 days without exams or revision sessions jesus christ what are they doing #and i know i know it’s not their fault and that ultimately it’s an inherent flaw within the way exams work #and that actually they probably don’t want this either. but could they at least say that to us at some point #if they just went hey this sucks but this is what you’ve gotta do and offered a shred of sympathy rather than just shitty #seemingly non genuine positivity i would feel so much better #ok. ok i’m more normal having said all those words probably still gonna post this but then like delete it later or something #i’ll be fine i’m just so tired and will apparently be so tired for the foreseeable fr #but then there’s the future beyond what’s foreseeable and it’ll all get better then. it’ll be fine #ezra’s real life rambles

[centi-pedve]

we think we've successfully given ourselves a habit that we can actually fulfill cuz like. we forget to do our german vocab stuff right. like normally. and then the next day it says we need to memorize 100 different cards because we performed sin. (normally its 30-40 which is annoying but can be done in 15 mins). and you know we think if we saw 100 cards to review normally we simply wouldn't but alas when we actually remember it we do it. and then it only takes 5 minutes more than 30 card reviews! maybe learning german isn't a losing battle maybe we can do it

#it also implies we've already learned over 100 words which is a lil scary but yay #anki is legit the craziest shuit ever like. if you have outside means of learning grammar or already have a foundation of it (like we do #with german) then you can legit just download an anki pack and you can basically rely on that and only that for vocab #like vocab feels so complicated and then anki. bruh #there's this one youtuber we watch for inspo whose learning revolves around anki entirely and then application #like immersion... and then adding unknown stuff to the anki #and we're like no way you're learning fkn japanese with anki #and then we got anki. eyah #in case its not clear if youre learning a language or want to learn a language then download anki #cuz even if you're too exhausted to think hard and learn grammar or application then you can still make progress with tha words #(which are important)

[mona-liar]

What do you mean Kreislaufprobleme/the Kreislauf in general in a medical does not exist in english???

#Just scrolled through several discussions on leo bc I wanted to know what the english word for Kreislauf is #And apparently the general consensus is that it's more of a cultural thing how serious german speaking people take low blood pressure #Or problems to the body's/blood's circulatory system????? #What do you attribute it to when you feel unwell or have low energy or a dull headache or cannot deal well with changes from hot to cold #What do you mean english doesnt have a word for kreislauf???

[the-busy-ghost]

I don’t have a very strong accent so I’ve been used to southern English folk saying, often in surprise, that I don’t sound Scottish (haha) or that I sound posh.

 HOWEVER I’ve also heard them claim that they still don’t understand me and while I could interpret that as people with a lazy ear being rude, or perhaps they have a few understandable auditory processing issues (look comprehending speech is DIFFICULT, I struggle with it myself though not usually because of the speaker’s accent, just the speed at which you’re expected to consume ideas). However I’ve come to another conclusion lately- it might also be the grammar.

Apparently saying ‘I’ll not be a minute’ to some people is just as unintelligible as the deepest Doric and I really think we need to have a better appreciation for the quiet Scotticisms as much as the loud ones.

#Outwith is not a grammar thing but it's such a beautiful word #Also I fucking love saying 'I'm away' or 'That's me away' #Not just because it perfectly expresses the idea but because the Germans say 'Ich bin weg' too #And it feels like a North Sea version of that clenched hands meme #Like a toned down equivalent of the bairn thing for Norway #Screw you 'standard' English who says you have a monopoly on this tongue #Or on Scots as an equal descendant of Old English for that matter #Even if it has been carrying on a strange affair with Gaelic as well as French Dutch and Latin #Not like 'standard' English ever had a fling with Norman French or anything #To be clear in essays and other public/professional writing I think people should attempt to use 'correct' grammar #But in informal situations they should do what they want #And even in those formal situations where you're trying to make sure that your writing has the widest reach possible #I think it's still permitted to occasionally use a local word when no other will do because lots of people who write in standard English #frequently use words that most of their audience aren't familiar with and have to look up in the dictionary #If most people have to look up cadastral and epicene I don't see why once in a blue moon someone can't also look up outwith or dreich

[ukulelegodparent]

Heartbreaking: This German almost died bc they had to manually select Germany as their location on a German-language website, bc the default was Switzerland or Austria bc that's where the company is from

#jk but also I am always like. surprised by how surprised I am when this happens #like ok swing kitchen I get it you're fancy and from vienna however *I* wanted to order from your new store location #which you didn't let me do anyways bc you're a lying fucking bitch! >:c #I just wanna know how much their fucking burgers cost 🥲 #I genuinely can't remember the last time I came across an instance of like. mindlessly browsing the web and reaching a moment #of like 'oh right Austria exists' #I mean it happens a lot with like seeing czech people talk about stuff related to the German language #which is so funny like earlier today I read an article by some radio in prague idk it was like an international intercultural thing #and it was an article in relation to a czech learning program they have for German speakers #and it was about like how to say where you're from etc. I was looking it up bc I needed the name of the castle that #'Rakousko' comes from. But like even having actively searched for the etymology of the czech word for Austria I had a short moment of like #'ah yeah Austria exists'. I think it might've even had it as the first option which would've been stunning! #Sometimes I feel like Austria is more relevant to the Czech Republic than it is to Germany #Jesus Christ we're terrible neighbours I understand why they hate us #Especially like watching Austrian broadcasts it's like. I get the feeling that Germany does get mentioned quite a bit more #than the other way around even on mundane topics #The dynamic is very much 'I hate you' - 'I don't think about you at all'

[tragedykery]

just remembered when I tried to translate the first chapter of the priory of the orange tree like a year and a half ago but gave up not even a quarter of the way through and tbh I get why it hasn’t been translated to dutch because even translating the title and making it sound Not Horrible is pretty much impossible

#de priorij van de sinaasappelboom??? absolutely horrid #even going the same direction as the german translation and translating it as de orde van de geheime boom (the order of the secret tree) #is terrible (I wonder if the priory is actually translated like that in the book itself too?) #elli rambles #the other thing I struggled with is that the original book uses ‘its’ as it is. a common english word #while dutch doesn’t have a word for that. we do have the word ‘it’ just not the possessive adjective #you’d have to use ‘of it’ or ‘his’ or ‘her’ #and I didn’t feel like looking up what the gender of ‘knife’ was lmao #edit: it’s neither of course bc it is Het mes hello… #het is neuter. girl…

[ofpd]

truly one of the greatest failures of the english language is that there is no good word for someone who makes/studies calendars. 'calendar maker' and 'horologist' both simply do not cut it.

#of course this is related to one of english's best qualities #which is having specialized words for so many other fields of study & professions that don't sound like the thing they study #map makers are cartographers flag specialists are vexilologists etc etc etc etc etc i dont feel like coming up w more than 2 examples #and of course this has to do with english's abnormally large vocabulary due to its massive amounts of loan words taken from french #despite its origins as a germanic language #and the different contexts in which french/greek/latin was used vs when germanic words were used #fun stuff #txt

[cimicherrychanga]

linguistics major who is SO SCARED of the concept of writing a glossary on their own

#shut up dave #i have!! avoided doing it for the past 2 and a half year #but this time i feel bad abt it bc its my fav profs course :( #AND LIKE. while i dont fully understand the task i BELIEVE that it is easier than other glossaries weve had to do. ( that i havent done #but like other profs asked us to translate both the word and its exact definition and then quote a paragraph from an academic paper #using that word . and THEN also translate the quoted paragraph and THEN also translate the word into our third and fourth languages of stud #y #and u were not allowed to use direct definitions from dictionaries u had to rewrite it urself #the only time ive '''''made a glossary'''' was when it was a group project and we only had to write the terms and have em translated #from english into both german and romanian and that was it #like sure the rest of the project had a whole bunch of writing and translation to be done but the actual specialized words were just index #and also. my partner finished her part While I Was Presenting My Part bc she had been busy having sex ( queen) #like for several weeks #she rly did it in the very last ultimate final moment