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dimiclaudeblaigan · 1 year

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Anon with the "GW not bad for Faerghus" ask. I couldn't read your full response bc your other blog is private but yes, there are people who say that the Kingdom is not in a bad position. Mostly those who think Claude's "scheme" will force Edelgard to end the war bc he could ally with the "still strong" Kingdom to crush her if she didn't, and that GW is some kind of "golden ending" for the three nations. Some even argue that Claude freed Faerghus/Dimitri from the Church's chains - or whatever.

I don't know if you saw my post where I mentioned you should be able to read it now, but if you didn't you should still be able to. I think I switched off the setting for that because I didn't realize it would prevent you from seeing the whole ask. :o

That's wild to hear though that people think the Kingdom isn’t in a bad position. They've lost a lot of military power regardless of whether or not they lose influence. Like I mentioned in the previous ask, it's basically up to Claude whether or not they retain their influence (regardless of what Petra wants in GW or what she thinks she knows about Fodlan lol). If they do, they still have no military might. If Sreng invades they're fucked if Claude doesn't treat them like a vassal state of Leicester and help them under the pretext that Faerghus is now part of Leicester.

In other words, they’re at best a vassal state and otherwise left alone, and at worst they’re left to rot.

Technically, Claude could try to get them to help him fight against the Empire, sure, but they won’t have the military might to help him very much, and like I mentioned in the last ask, the chances of it working are slim. Gautier won’t help and I can say that with pretty much full certainty, and if Gautier won’t help then Fraldarius probably won’t either (remember, it’s Felix who makes the final decisions now and not Rodrigue, so if Felix sees Sylvain is still upset about his father and won’t help the Alliance because of what they did, Felix won’t help them either. Felix is extremely emotional about his friends - especially his childhood friends. If you fuck with them then he’s going to fuck with you).

So now, Claude can either decide to try to force them to help, which would invoke another fight between him and Faerghus and cause more deaths, or he’ll just have to accept that he’s not getting help/a lot of help from Faerghus (I detailed it more in the other ask, so hopefully you can access the rest of it now!).

Post GW, Faerghus won’t be helping anyone in a war, I can tell you that. It’d take everything they had to keep Sreng out and to fix any damages from the Alliance’s attack. Even if Claude called on them, they just... couldn’t help.

Unfortunately even in GW they imply that Dimitri is “freed” of the Church, so of course most people take that at face value and don’t look any deeper than what’s told to them. Dimitri isn’t really free or not free of the Church. He was never in a situation where he was being controlled by them. They’re on friendly terms, but that’s really it. Rhea doesn’t tell Dimitri what to do or how to run Faerghus. It’s just that the people there are very devout because of their good relations with the Church and because Rhea helps Faerghus when they need help. It’s give and take for them just like any political situation. Faerghus isn’t in a bad position because they’re around. They’ve only really benefitted from the Church if anything, because Rhea doesn’t personally involve herself with their political decisions.

The whole “we have to free Dimitri from them” thing sounded more to me like Claude needing to find something “good” to hang onto to excuse himself for making those choices. As it was he was grasping at straws to justify their invasion to begin with. He already didn’t have a good pretext for attacking them. Saying “we’re freeing you” is like... his lowkey way of saying he needs to make himself feel better about it, because Dimitri didn’t need his or anyone’s help to begin with. If they were left alone, Faerghus would’ve been fine. Edelgard in GW is struggling on both sides of the war, so if Faerghus hadn’t been attacked by the Alliance, I can guarantee the Empire would’ve just lost.

Really, if Claude teamed up with the Kingdom in the first place and took down the Empire, they would’ve spared themselves more lives and bloodshed in the long run. Claude caused even more battles to happen and got more innocent people killed. I think by the end of the game he did figure out that he made the wrong decisions, but by then it was too late and he couldn’t take back what he did so he needed to find ways to justify all of it to himself.

I just wish they actually came out and said that though instead of running around it in circles while trying to make us believe he actually believes that the Kingdom was just better off without the Church. They weren’t doing badly with the Church involved or not involved. It was the invasion that hurt them. If Claude skipped around Fhirdiad and killed Rhea, regardless of plot or context or anything, just like, imagine he didn’t invade Faerghus and they just passed through and killed Rhea, then Faerghus’ situation might get a little more complicated for inheritance, but I think just with Dimitri’s temperament that they’d be able to stave off any legitimacy issues pretty quick. That is, people liked him in power so the populace would still be in favor of having him as king whether the Church was there or not. Rodrigue was well liked, so he’d be a perfect public figure to calm down any potential anxiety and worry with the loss of the Church. They could’ve actually made it without the Church, but it was mostly the invasion that really hurt the country and dug them into a hole for the future.

#DCB Ask #like ngl hearing Petra say that shit about Faerghus was so scummy #like who are you to say you're going to take over for their politics as a mediator between two of Fodlan's territories #if a foreigner came into my country and said they were going to mediate between our states I'd be like fuck off #I like Houses Petra just fine but GW Petra rubs me the really wrong way #it's like she sounds desperate to want to have power in Fodlan and it's like. bruh. why do you need that.#just bc you think you're buddy buddy with Claude now doesn't mean you get to replace Faerghus politically #funny too because she's not only jumping the gun with that but implying she'll have more power in Fodlan #than even Lorenz which is just... laughable at that point honestly #I mentioned Petra a lot more in the previous ask but I just think it's nuts to me that she not only #betrays Edelgard and sides with Claude to survive but then they ally with Edelgard and it's like #Petra seems to think it's all good and well between her and Edelgard but ??? you can't just be like #oh I ditched you for another army and helped kill your people but that's okay now bc I'm allied with you now!!!#and then she goes off spouting that nonsense about how she thinks Brigid (thus she) will take the third power #of Fodlan's politics to mediate between the Empire and Alliance like... no #ANYWAY SORRY ABOUT THE TAGS I HAD TO GET THAT OFF MY CHEST LOL #but yeah uh... if Claude just... didn't invade? they'd be fine lmao

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akai-kiki · 1 year

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Giiiirl no. No no. I know what you’re thinking. This man ain’t it. Please.

#idv #idv antiquarian #alva lorenz #WHY SHE LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT THO #IF HES ANYTHING LIKE HIS INSPIRATION HES RACIST #not to mention every other character flaw of Alva

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vieridebitchtits · 1 year

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Sylvain and Lorenz’s Support chain in a nutshell.

#fire emblem #Fire emblem three houses #sylvain jose gautier #lorenz hellman gloucester #please enjoy the dumbest Fire Emblem thing I’ve probably ever made.#the only reason I mentioned my sweet daughter Marianne is because I also happened to get her and Lorenz’s B support.#also Hilda is the Brigand and Ignatz is the Sniper

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pandapupremade · 2 years

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in hysterics

#kermit.txt #🌹☕ coconut head (lorenz)#its by JJ Halls on amason btw #it doesnt seem like the magnet is great quality but lets b honest #that is not why i bought it #ask to tag #mother mention

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747love · 1 year

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Too Much Skin

Pairing: Richard Kruspe/Paul Landers.

Rating: General

Author: 747Love (AKA TardisMagic on AO3)

Summary: A new single leads to a new photoshoot and not all of the band is thrilled with the wardrobe choices.

(Note: I haven’t posted a story here before. Normally I post on AO3 but I followed some fellow authors over here so I thought I’d give it a go. Hopefully the story is OK)

Paul Landers was royally screwed.

He had no idea how he was going to survive the bands current photoshoot for their new single without the band, crew, management, their entire fan base and half the planet finding out he was hopelessly in love with his long-time bandmate, friend and confidant.

One Richard Kruspe.

Rammstein had used the intervening time from the cancelled stadium tour to record a new album and Paul, like the rest of the band was very happy with how it had turned out and after some mild bickering between the six of them and a final vote they’d decided what the first single would be, and this of course meant a new video.

Which lead Paul back to his current predicament.

Someone, and Paul would bet his soul it was Till, had decided based on the song lyrics the band members needed to be near naked for both the video and the photoshoot. Now normally near naked wasn’t a problem because let’s face it they spent half their time on stage in nothing but pants and they had done that video with discreet cock socks and well-placed instruments to maintain as much dignity as the video shoot had allowed. But then Paul hadn’t been in love with his fellow guitarist back then. Good thing too because that Kerrang shoot had been hard enough as it was.

Now though he was, and Paul was in paper-thin painted on patent black leather pants that hid absolutely nothing and not a guitar to hide behind in sight.

Of course, Ollie and Schneider had all been for the idea. Unsurprisingly neither Paul nor Flake were. They both felt totally stupid trying to pull off the sexy look the rest of the band had no trouble with. What was most surprising though was Richard had been the most reluctant. Why Paul had no idea. Even in his mid-fifties the man was slender, as disgustingly good looking as ever and could pull off the sexy look just by breathing.

He was so fucked.

Standing near the edge of the soundstage, Paul was cautiously shuffling as unobtrusively as possible away from the set and towards the less embarrassing freedom of his trailer even though he was due to be called on set at any moment. He wanted nothing more than to hide or lock himself in and refuse to come out until someone came up with better damn costumes.

Especially if it meant he wouldn’t be subjected to watching Richard who was currently in front of the camera and trying very hard not to look as awkward as he clearly felt.

When he’s first seen Richard, he’d nearly swallowed his tongue. If Pauls pants were tight, they had nothing on Richards, but they weren’t patent black leather. Oh no, Richard had to be in the tightest pair of pants known to man made from white leather that looked as soft as butter and hugged absolutely everything.

Everything!

It wasn’t fair.

Paul wasn’t even sure why they bothered making Richard wear them at all, but he’d resolutely avoided looking at him or trying not to be anywhere near him ever since. There was literally no way he could hide an erection and being in the same vicinity, soundstage . . . country as Richard right now was pretty much guaranteed to end with him sporting said erection and he wasn’t even remotely ready for Richard to find out why he was so turned on because of how physically and emotionally attracted to him, he was.

Then there was the utter embarrassment and ensuing teasing he’d no doubt be subjected to for the rest of his life because there was no way Till, Schneider or Ollie in his own way would ever let him live it down.

Paul was going to murder the three of them, Rammstein be damned.

He was just about to reach for the door to his trailer and so busy thinking up ways to murder his supposed friends and band members, each idea more painful than the last that he didn’t hear the approach of the very person he’d done his level best to not be anywhere near, look at or think about.

“Hi, Paul.” Richard said quietly, appearing next to Paul out of thin air and scaring him half to death.

Paul yelped and shot the bottle of water he’d been clutching into the air before scrambling to catch it. He missed and swore loudly when it landed on his bare foot. He manfully resisted the urge to hop on his other foot and rubbed the sore spot on the back of his leg instead and promptly smeared the spilt water up and down the back of his leather pants.

Richard’s eyebrows shot up his forehead. “Paul?” He asked, surprised at the reaction.

“Shut up.” Paul mumbled trying not to blush. He bent down to pick up the bottle of water, completely forgetting about his pants and much to his horror felt the seam tear.

He shot upright, dropping the damn bottle of water again and turned scarlet. He slapped both hands over his arse and shuffled away from Richard slightly, mumbled something incomprehensible and bolted into his trailer which thankfully he hadn’t locked.

Once inside the cool darkness of his trailer he literally peeled the fucking pants off, shoved on a pair of tracksuit pants, a ratty t-shirt and sat down, trying to calm his breathing and hope like hell Richard didn’t follow him.

Unfortunately, the universe apparently wasn’t listening to him when he heard a knock and Richard’s voice. “Paul, are you ok?”

He sighed. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He called out. “Come in.” he sighed again knowing Richard wouldn’t leave until he knew what was going on.

Richard opened the door Paul had forgotten to lock in his haste to escape.

“Why’d you run away?” Richard asked, looking hurt, or at least Paul thought he did but then he’d probably imagined it.

Deciding there was no point in lying, he grabbed his leather pants and held them up for Richard to see the split.

“Oh!” Richard said, trying not to laugh.

“Shut up.” Paul mumbled again, beginning to smile himself.

“They’ve had to sew my pants up four times today alone.” Richard admitted, blushing faintly, refusing to meet Paul’s eyes.

Paul resolutely did not think about Richard with split pants or why he had split pants in the first place.

“Whose stupid fucking idea was it to wear these ridiculous pants anyway?” Paul asked when he’d finally managed to drag his mind out of the gutter it apparently now lived in. Thank fuck Richard was currently in a t-shirt and tracksuit pants and not his obscenely tight leather pants.

“I’m blaming Till.” Richard replied. “Personally, I think he’s trying to recreate that fucking Kerrang photoshoot. While Ollie and Schneider would agree with the idea there’s no way either of them would have come up with this without Till.”

“I’ve been blaming him since the first fitting for the fucking things.” Paul admitted, making Richard laugh.

Just before Richard could reply there was a knock on the trailer door. “Mr Landers are you in there?” the disembodied female voice of the assistant director called out. “You’re next on set.”

Paul opened and closed his mouth not having any idea what to say when Richard came to his rescue.

“His pants need to be sewn up first.” He shouted.

“Can you pass them out please.” The woman asked politely.

He grabbed Paul’s pants, opened the door and shoved them into the hands of the surprised woman. “The usual.” He instructed before closing the door again. He turned to Paul. “That’ll give you a good hour or so until they’re mended. Leather, it turns out is an utter pain in the arse, pun intended,” he snickered, “to repair.”

Paul could only laugh in reply.

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Two hours later and Paul was trying his level best to look as sexy as possible while feeling like a complete idiot. Trying as hard as he could to not show just how fucking awkward he felt, he imagined the camera was Richard and hoped like hell it was working. At the very least he risked looking more like a love-struck fool than sexy, but it was better than anything else he could come up with.

If Richard had looked uncomfortable during his earlier photoshoot, he had nothing on Paul. At least Richard could pull off sexy without even trying, although Paul was probably just a tad bit biased when it came to Richard but right at this moment Paul felt about as sexy as an octopus.

He hadn’t seen Flake’s photoshoot session, but he’d bet his entire guitar collection he’d been even more uncomfortable than he and Richard combined.

Paul was going skin Till alive, quite probably with Flake and Richard’s help. Slowly and painfully.

About the only thing he was pathetically grateful for at this point he’d managed to keep his mind out of the gutter and therefore didn’t have an embarrassing erection he had no chance of hiding.

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Sighing in relief when his photo session was finally done, Paul walked off the set intending to head straight back to his trailer and get out of the damn pants. They itched in places he was sure wasn’t healthy, mostly where he’d forgotten to put the shit ton of talcum powder, he had to use to slither into the pants to begin with and chaffed in other places that were starting to become uncomfortable. He could almost feel the relief of getting out of them.

The thought of peeling Richard out of his popped into his mind without his consent prompting his brain to swan dive back into the gutter. He sighed and tried his level best to think of anything else but Richard in those pants.

Nope, Paul decided skinning Till alive wasn’t painful enough.

“Finally finished for the day?” Richard grumbled into Paul’s ear, scaring the ever-loving shit out him. Again!

“Fuck!” he yelped, whirling on Richard. “Would you stop doing that.”

Richard at least had the grace to look apologetic. “Sorry. I thought you heard me calling out to you.”

“Oh, no, sorry I didn’t.” Paul apologised. “I was too busy thinking up increasingly painful ways to murder Till.” He confessed, completely ignoring his thoughts previous to those of Till’s impending grisly death.

Richard roared with laughter. “You should hear Flake’s ideas.” He chuckled. “They’re alarmingly graphic and seem to involve an awful lot of Schneider’s drum kit going into places no drum kits should ever go.”

Paul’s eyes positively gleamed at the mere thought. “I think we need to have a talk with our keyboardist about this.”

Richard simply laughed again. “Flake’s still trying to peel his pants off. Literally.” At Pauls confused look, he explained. “At least we had pants, all he had was painted on latex and a G-string he kept calling butt floss. To say he was unimpressed would probably be the understatement of the year.”

Paul, who hadn’t seen Flake all day, gaped at Richard. “You’re kidding?”

Richard shook his head. “All I can say is it’s a damn good thing Till isn’t on set today and Flake won’t have to be here tomorrow.”

Paul could only laugh before resuming his walk to his trailer, Richard tagging along.

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After he’d peeled himself out of his pants and taken a quick shower, Paul moved back out into the living area of the trailer, sighing in relief.

“Thank fuck that’s over with.” He mumbled to Richard who’d followed him to his trailer again. Paul was very sure Richard had one of his own and was about to say exactly that when he had a terrifying thought. “We’re not going to have to wear those pants for the video shoot, are we?” He asked in dawning horror, his eyes as wide as saucers.

Sitting one of the couches staring at the floor, Richard’s arms resting on his thighs as he appeared to be deep in thought his head shot up at Pauls words, his expression matched Paul’s tone. “Oh, my gods.” He groaned, pushing his face into his hands as if trying to hide from the mere thought alone. “I’m going to murder Till, slowly and very painfully.” Richard mumbled through his hands.

“What’s the bet Flake spends the entire shoot hiding behind his keyboard.” Paul said, making Richard chuckle.

“No doubt.” Richard replied. He paused then asked out of the blue. “Have you seen what Till’s wearing?” His expression suddenly shifty. Fuck Paul loved it when Richard got that look in his eyes. The ‘I’ve just though up something you’re gonna love’ look.

“Noooo . . . “ Paul said cautiously. “Why?” He demanded. That expression never usually boded well for whoever was on the receiving end of whatever prank Richard was hatching and typically unless it was aimed at him, Paul usually tried to talk Richard out of it but since it was clearly being aimed at Till, Paul felt no desire what-so-ever to talk Richard out of whatever he’d thought up.

“We need to find Flake.” Richard said, and he was up and out of the trailer before Paul could even open his mouth. Paul scrambled to catch up with him. “What are you thinking?” Paul demanded, slightly out of breath as he struggled to keep up with Richard’s long stride.

“I’ll explain when we get to Flake.” He replied cryptically and enviably not out of breath.

Stupid long attractive legs, Paul thought to himself as he practically ran to keep up with Richard.

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“Flake, are you in there?” Richard yelled, knocking on his trailer door.

“Where the fuck else would I be.” Flake shouted back, clearly in a foul mood. Not that Paul could blame him.

“Do you mind if we come in?” Richard asked in a quieter voice.

“Yeah, I’m mostly decent.” Flake replied sounding slightly less pissed off.

Richard opened the door and poked his head in. “How are you going?” He asked the irritated man.

Paul resolutely did not stare at Richard’s arse . . . much while he wasn’t looking and therefore stood less chance of getting caught.

Paul heard Flake sigh before inviting them both in. “What up?” He asked, pulling a pair of loose-fitting pants on.

Paul and Richard plonked themselves down on one couch since Flake was on the other one and ended up sitting far closer together than Paul was comfortable with. He could feel the line of heat from Richard right down one leg where they were nearly touching. He struggled to concentrate on the conversation, the thought of feeling Richard’s naked skin against his running in an endless loop in his head.

“Do you know what Till’s outfit is?” Richard got straight to the point.

“No.” Flake answered, confused. Not having heard the preceding conversation he had no idea why Richard would want to know “but it’s not hard to find out which one is his. I’m just not sure where they’re hiding them?” he admitted. “What do you have planned?”

Richard explained his plan to sabotage Till’s costume to an increasingly gleeful Flake and a surprisingly quiet Paul. When he failed to get a reaction out of Paul, he turned his head to find Paul staring at him.

Paul struggled to comprehend a word being said and when he failed to respond to the plan while staring rather creepily at Richard, both Richard and Flake looked at each other. Flakes eyebrows climbing up his forehead.

“Paul?” Richard prompted resting a hand gently on his thigh, startling him.

“Sorry.” Paul apologised, blushing to the roots of his hair. “What?”

“Do you know where they’re storing the costumes?” Richard asked, his expression as soft as his tone of voice as a now bemused Flake looked on. When the hell had those two fallen in love and why the fuck hadn’t they realised this yet?

“I don’t, no, but I know which wardrobe woman you can ask.” He said, not particularly thrilled with the idea of directing Richard to the woman who had been drooling over Richard all day. Not that he could blame her in all honesty, but it didn’t mean he liked it.

“Why am I asking?” Richard demanded.

“She’s been drooling in your direction all day.” Paul said sourly. “If you ask, she’ll probably tell you where they are.”

“But I don’t want to go near her.” Richard muttered knowing exactly who Paul was talking about. He’d have to be blind not to notice the woman’s attention and hadn’t been at all thrilled by the idea she clearly wanted him, when he clearly didn’t want her.

“If you want to get near Till’s costume,” Flake said, startling the pair who had been staring moonily at each other without even realising it, “then you’re gonna have to go flirt with her Richard.”

Richard shuddered and sighed. “I would like to point out I’d rather do the video in those damn pants than go anywhere near her.”

“Or,” Flake said in the face of Richard’s clear reluctance, “We could put itching powder in the towels in his trailer.” He suggested. “Juvenile, I know but wardrobe can’t mend it and yes I know it’ll cost us money in lost time.” He said before Richard could open his mouth. “But quite frankly I don’t care this point.” Flake said, his tone final.

Paul immediately liked the idea much better and smiled happily at Richard before he realised what he was doing and dropped his gaze to Richard’s hand still on his thigh.

“That way.” Flake interrupted loudly enough to make sure they heard, making the pair of them jump slightly, their eyes darting to him. “You two can go back to staring sickeningly at each other and for the love of my questionable sanity will you admit you’re in love.” He huffed as he collected his things and left the pair of them to it. Even if it was his trailer, he was leaving them to it in.

Paul shot a horrified look at Richard hoping he’d missed what Flake had just said only to discover Richard was still looking at Paul and smiling gently at him. His expression could only be described as loving.

“Richard?” Paul whispered, his heart in his throat.

Richard lifted the hand on Paul’s thigh to cup his face. “I love you.” He said reverently before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on Paul’s lips.

Paul automatically returned the kiss, they’d done them on stage dozens of times after all, without thinking until Richard’s words finally registered. He pulled back to look at Richard in surprise. “You do?” He breathed.

Richard nodded, suddenly looking nervous before dropping his eyes to his hands now clutched in his lap.

Paul cupped Richard’s face with both hands, gently bringing it up so he was looking at Paul. “I love you.” He whispered to Richard. “So, fucking much.” It felt so good to finally admit to Richard how he felt. Not having to keep it hidden or trying to pretend it wasn’t what he felt.

The smile that broke out on Richard’s face was worth all the worry. All the worry of him knowing just how much Paul was in love with him. All the worry that he would push Paul out of the band for knowing but most of all, all the worry that he didn’t feel the same.

“About fucking time.” Flakes voice came through the trailer door.

#richard kruspe/paul landers #richard kruspe #paul landers #christian lorenz #flake #mentioned till lindemann #mentioned oliver riedel #mentioned christoph schneider #band photoshoot #kissing #idiots in love

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yuribrd · 2 years

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In my mind, when I imagine Yuri crossing paths with Lorenz, I can’t help but think of that vine. You know, the one that’s just

I’m over this dumb-ass school with all these fake-ass people. Hey. Hey~ ...fucking bitch.

#ooc #yuri can get prickly around nobility if he's not After something from the noble in question #and lorenz do be rubbing some people the wrong way #(to be fair i do think he Tries and his heart is generally in the right place despite flaws; i think he's delightful!)#but something tells me yuri would be so fake.... just sooooo fake around lorenz #at least until any kind of rapport us built between them if ever #yuri just being petty petty petty #idk regardless if you sit the two of them in a room together i'm Sure it would be interesting to say the least #this is what i think about when literally anyone mentions lorenz ever #tbd

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aethele · 2 years

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ferdinand is a very forgiving man and will forgive many a-great misdeeds, but the one thing he will not forgive under any circumstance is liking and partaking in garreg mach meat pie

#it is DISGUSTING !#how could you possibly put that IN YOUR MOUTH !#this is the first thing he and e.delgard agree on EVER #everyone else picking out the tomatoes bc they dont like fruits/veggies meanwhile ferdie's picking them out as the only thing EDIBLE #most of the time he will eat things he does not like anyway to be polite but this is the one dish he cannot make it more than a few bites #or he will EXPIRE #he goes through the 5 stages of grief simultaneously when he learns that lorenz likes it #* ❂ ) the mark of nobility ! ― headcanon.#cw food mention /

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purplechickygal · 2 years

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Making my writing debut with the most angsty shit I can think of for my fave Adrestian Trio and Lorenz 🥲🥲

Please check the tags before reading because this fic gets really sad (since it does get into AG spoilers)

Now join me afterwards to cry and replay SB cuz AG ends right when Ch 9 ends 🙃🙃

#few3h spoilers #few3h #fire emblem three hopes #fire emblem three hopes spoilers #ferdinand von aegir #lorenz hellman gloucester #mentioned Edelgard Hubert Dimitri and Claude #mentioned Ferdibert #azure gleam spoilers #please read the tags it gets super sad for the faves #what they did to edie in ag was gross but I cope by fixating on the genuinely interesting angst and ignore said gross stuff

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jedivoodoochile · 8 months

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Iris Chacón: The inspiration behind Starfire from the Teen Titans.

In the captivating realm of female iconography, showgirls have left an indelible mark as embodiments of an idealized woman, their allure manifested through an extravagant display of eroticism, and glamour has enraptured artists historically. From sculptors to poets, musicians to designers, showgirls have always served as muses. Even the world of comic art has found inspiration in them, and the idea that Iris Chacón might have influenced the creation of Starfire is a subject of longstanding discussion.

George Perez, Starfire's creator, was undeniably shaped by his Puerto Rican heritage, and Iris Chacón stood as a prominent boricua figure in America. Her influential presence, starting in 1972 with the Iris Chacón Show, coincides in time with George's formative years.

In 1980, Starfire made her memorable debut, captivating readers with her fierce image that bore a striking resemblance to Iris Chacón. While other inspirations like Red Sonja, an older superheroine, and adult film star Rosemary Lorenz were mentioned by Perez, the parallels between the two were undeniable.

As the 80s unfolded, Starfire's appearance gradually mirrored Chacón's, Simultaneously, the showgirl gained considerable notoriety in the US, gracing prominent media outlets, from David Letterman to the front page of the Wall Street Journal.

Throughout the years, speculation regarding Starfire's inspiration persisted, with no concrete evidence to validate the theory. It was not until 2019, during the Amazing Las Vegas Comic Con, that Vu Nguyen, Perez's biographer and superfan (founder of thegeorgeperez.com), had the opportunity to ask him about the origins of Starfire. During this candid exchange, Perez finally acknowledged that Iris Chacon had indeed served as a significant influence in crafting the character. Why wouldn't he have admitted it earlier? Sadly George Perez died a couple of years later, due to complications from pancreatic cancer.

In conclusion: Iris Chacon is indeed the inspiration behind Starfire, reaffirming once again the value of Latina showgirls in the history of female representation and iconography.

#iris chacon #starfire #george perez

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marimayscarlett · 2 months

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This band has a folder in the city of Berlin records, this 👉 👈 thick, just for their name changes 😆

Hi 👋

Hm, let's see, there surely was a lot going on in the name-changing department 😅

Richard has really been busy:

changing his first name from 'Sven' to 'Richard' (the first name of his dad)

changing 'Sven' to 'Zven' (maybe for the ✨coolness factor✨, or Richard Zee Kay sounds better than Richard Es Kay 👀, or to even further distance himself from his given birthname)

changing his last name from 'Kruspe' to 'Kruspe-Bernstein' after his wedding and then back to 'Kruspe' after the divorce

Paul no less, changing his whole name-identity:

interchanging his first name 'Heiko' with his middle name 'Paul'

casually keeping the last name of his ex-wife 'Landers' and leaving his last name 'Hiersche' behind

Flake, who nobody calls by his first name:

he didn't change his name officially, yet used his nickname 'Flake' (which he has since his childhood I believe) since forever, seldomly using his first name 'Christian'

Regarding nicknames we also have Schneider being oftentimes only adressed by his last name and Richard was oftentimes called 'Scholle' by his band mates (his nickname from his childhood which his father gave him') in the earlier days.

Apart from this we have some more peculiar name incidents:

Rammstein called themselves 'Templeprayers' in the very early days of their existence when they recorded their first demo tape (at least they didn't use their band name ideas 'Milch', 'Erde' or 'Mutter' as mentioned here 👀)

Flake and Schneider to this day are still represented in every official booklet (in albums, DVDs, etc.) with additional nicknames: 'Doctor' Flake Lorenz and Christoph 'Doom' Schneider

Till and Oliver/Ollie stayed pretty clear from changing anything regarding their names and are just referred by their names or in Oliver's case 'Olli'. Apart from an occasional 'Orgien-Olli' here and there 😅

#rammstein #ask #Rammstein name lore

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I am new to motogp, but what the fuck is the deal with Uccio and the rosquez drama in 2015.

My brother in Christ are u stupid? Why don't you tell Vale to put all his stamina and mental games on f.ing Lorenze, the actual threat to the 10th? You could scheme the divorce in 2016 or sth you stupid Ipad stand!

Oh my god! An opportunity to analyse Uccio! Persona non grata and public enemy number 1 on motogpblr (btw, are there any Uccio shooters on Tumblr? My inbox is a safe space, I wanna hear your side of the story).

There is no way for me to know for a fact why Uccio ended up being the first domino to fall that led to Sepang 2015 but I did look around to see if I could find a bit more about the relationship between Vale and Uccio.

These two go all the way back to the crib, literally. Uccio mentioned in an interview that Tavullia is a small town and they were only a few months apart in age so they ended up at the only day care in the town together.

Uccio has been called a bumbling fool and a freeloader and what not (look at this post openly roasting him for being Vale's Lackey) and despite my dislike of him I won't do the same (for once lol). Vale shot to stardom at a young age doing the death sport that required him to travel extensively. What better way to feel grounded than to have your childhood friend near you at all times (the fact that Vale didn't leave Tavullia for flashier places like Monaco or wtv has been reiterated in so much writing about him, and Uccio has said the same). There is definitely an element of familiarity and comfort that both Vale and Uccio seek from each other. Uccio mentioned that they would come back from a weekend of racing, put down their suitcases and immediately get on the phone with each other, which, teenage bestie-ism is such a force lol it could power cities if harnessed.

Anyway, back to racing. The consensus is that Vale didn't have the best rivals in Biaggi and Gibernau, they were inconsistent and susceptible to mind games. Vale enjoyed the initial years of his career as an untouchable, peerless talent. And then..... the winds changed direction :)

Vale was 36 in 2015, most pro athletes are considered done and dusted at that age. He had been putting his body through years of premier class motorcycle racing. Add to that how bad the Ducati years had been and just, so much life had happened. I don't want to talk about Sic's death, but that too and while racing at that. Vale had already started working on the academy (Franky was signed in 2013 afaik). Vale had moved on from the glittering, ebullient, darling of every circuit personality. Imo choosing to be a mentor and doing that well is among the most impressive things Vale has done but when you mentally cross the rubicon to accept your youth is decidedly over, it changes things. For starters, it's a real question of whether you've already chosen to hang your boots. What I'm trying to say is, a lot was at stake in 2015 for Vale. The kind of, calm and bemused, quietly malicious as and when required public persona that Vale has honed over the years needs the solid bedrock of consistent winning to seem graceful. It wasn't just a championship at this point, it was a question of pride and cementing your legacy and being the architect of how the world perceives you when the odds have been stacked against you for a while.

Back to Uccio. He simply didn't trust or like Marc. Or anyone who was on the racetrack at the same time as Vale (he didn't even spare sweet nothings for Viñales). I have no concrete theory for said distrust short of just saying Uccio is a bit of a slimy character (this interview of Uccio when he's doing his best impersonation of henchman from an old Hollywood western). Uccio wasn't even happy when Marc made the infamous visit to the ranch in winter of 2014. Guess the whole "Marc is helping Jorge win" thing was Uccio's attempt at reminding Vale of his ruthless nature that he thought Vale was finding hard to tap into (Vale did say Marc was an updated model of him). A friend once said that a lot of time public facing figures aren't as cruel or rancid in their interpretation of the world as much as the followers of said people. So Uccio started talking shit and given the circumstances of 2015, it made an impact.

Ultimately the odds were stacked high and Vale made a mistake. I suppose Vale knows a thing or two about how pressure can make someone succumb to errors :)

So that's my take on the whole deal. Uccio, croney par excellence, used Vale's desperate title bid in 2015 to purge some of his misplaced blood lust. He made Marc his target because according to him the young ones on the grid were nothing but a nuisance. Vale fucked up and let it drive his paranoia and made a big fucking mistake.

#sorry for the delay my big girl jobs needed attention and I managed my time poorly this week and winters make me want to sleep for longer #thank you anon for the question I loved having to read and hustle for it #sorry brevity is NOT my strong suit I'll work on it #another thing is that shit just goes missing from the internet :(#its heartbreaking all the interviews and stories you want to access have turned to dead links #i love asks I'm finally making my way through them!!!!!#any excuse to talk about Vale lol #uccio salucci #valentino rossi #uccio #vale #motogp #asks #anon #sepang 2015

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