#sieben talks

[seth-sieben]

What's the most awkward way you being trans has influenced something trivial that you like?

I think my love for transhumanism and everything related to bodmod and bodies alteration directly comes from the fucked up way I used to consider my own body.

#sieben asks #7 talks #transidentity #existential questions

[joifee]

14!

14 - Sieben Jahre by AnnenMayKantereit

Manchmal wachst du morgens auf Und weißt nich' mehr was wahr is' Und dann denkst du für ein paar Sekunden Dass sie noch da is'

Und du erzählst noch immer So viel von ihr Dabei ist sie sieben Jahre nicht mehr hier

Somtimes you wake up in the morning And don't know whats true anymore And you are thinking for some seconds That she's still here

And you still talk So much about her Even though she has been gone since seven years

Anyways sad german song for Pearl and Sausage hue

#pearlescentmoon #mythicalsausage #empires smp #empires s1 #empires hermes #joifeeart #joifeeplaylist #german lyrics #still anxious about the german lyrics but you people said its fine #so here have some sad stuff

[the-nebula-sys]

Well, the personal era is over now. Now it's time for a somewhat more permanent era, the era of the Hexaflame. Because I, am many. There are six people in the brain. That number could change. This is a bio for all of them. Update: there are eleven

So hi, I'm the same ol' Ellie as the one who made this blog. I am an autistic, aegosexual, cupioromantic tgirl. Please use she/her pronouns for me. My hobbies are worldbuilding, and learning about stuff. I also really, really like the Outer Wilds. You should play it. Right now. Here's my AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/TehAspyfics. If there is no signature, assume that it's me that's posting.

Hello there! I'm Megan, and I'm only fronting to make my bio. I am a very big lesbian. I would also like you to use she/her when reffering to me, please. (Quick note from Sieben, her signature is a pride flag. If you see a 🏳️‍🌈, then that's Megan). Update: as of april 25th, Megan is now a little

Hi there tumblr. My name is Sieben. I'm a straight up boy, so I use he/him pronouns. Respect that. Update now that I know my sexuality. I am ace. Good day.. If I'm posting, then you should see a radio. 📻

Hello. My name is Void. Pleasure to meet you. I am an agender void being. I use any pronouns. I use 🖤. (Note from Alex: Void's sexuality is unknown.)

I am Alex. Welcome to my blog. My sexuality is unknown, yet I am having a feeling towards women. Please use he/him pronouns for me. I use a butcher knife for my signature. 🔪 I also came up with the signature system.

Ah, hello there young ones! You may call me the Grand Maestre. I go by anything with the vibe of masculinity. Pleasure to meet you. Also, you'll see this ⚕️when I post. If you need help, call for me.

(Umm, what is this thing called again? Tumblr? Okay, I got it) Hello there, Tumblr! I'm very pleased to meet you! My name is Agatha, princess of somewhere or other. Use she/her for me or you shall be executed. You know who I am, as I use a crown. Good day!-👑 (note from Void: Agatha is a fictive of Sapphia from High Class Homos. And she really fucking hates it. Please don't mention thag comic when she's around. Thanks)

Tumblr. I am Unit 6497. Call me Unit. I go by any pronouns. I use a robot to let you know who I am.🤖

Am Sammie. Am what you call little. No idea what "pronoun" is. Ummmmmmmmm... typing thingie is signature. Bye. (Update from Ellie, it's a 🧸)

(Here we go) Yeah hi, I'm Entrapta. Yeah, from the show. She-Ra is that good, okay? Ellie's brain rotted too much and now I exist. Okay? She/her for me, and I use a wrench-🔧

I'm Bob, the resident trauma-holder. Please use he/him when talking to me. 🐻 because I can't find anything

I do believe that this bio thing is finished. I mean, not neccesarily complete, just that we can't think of anything more to add right now. I hope to see you again soon, sincerely, ⚕️

[howlingday]

Which RWBY mom could glare so hard it make a grown man cry in fear?

Going from least to most intimidating "Mom Eye"...

Weakest - Willow Schnee

Years of alcohol abuse and neglect has removed any authority felt by Willow in the family. Even if she were to try again, her kids are too old for the glare to work on them. Thankfully, there's a father figure around who can get them back in line. And his name is Klein Sieben.

Next Weakest - Raven Branwen

When it comes to keeping a tribe of bandits, murderers, and overall criminals in line, Raven Branwen as the tribe leader makes a strong case for the strongest ruling the tribe. However, as a mother, she doesn't really hold the same weight. With the tribe, she can use force and beat them into the ground until they obey. Kids, though, are a bit different, since she can't hit them. She can't even look at them like that without Tai or Summer glaring back at her.

Next Strongest - Summer Rose

Speaking of Summer, she wouldn't be a super mom without having some discipline to keep her girls in line. Yang talks about her being the best mom ever with her cooking and Grimm killing skills. And we even see her reading bedtime stories to Ruby and Yang. She's such a sweet mom. Sadly, though, I can't really see any strong evidence to show that she was ever the dominating sort. She probably let Tai be the firm hand in their parenting.

Strongest - Kali Belladonna

Alright, now hear me out. Kali is by and far the least fighter of the four moms presented. Heck, in terms of combat abilities, she'd be dead last! BUT you also have to consider two things, which are her position as the wife of a former White Fang leader WHO IS ALSO the biggest guy we've seen in RWBY. If you're going to look me in the eyes and tell me she doesn't at least glare him into pulling back, then you better be ready when I tell you, "No." Because just look at them. LOOK AT THEM! ...Mostly because they are the cutest couple in RWBY.

#rwby #my answer #my answers #my thoughts #summer rose #raven branwen #willow schnee #kali belladonna

[welldonebeca]

it's a Bad Idea, right? **

Summary: The worst idea a waitress in Mama Stefka can have is to fall in love with a man in Hydra. They aren’t supposed to even talk! It doesn’t stop Betty, though. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Original Female Character Warnings: Mafia AU. Secret identity au. Tension. Patreon Promo.

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“Mila,” Betty called out, washing your hands in the kitchen sink. “Did you cut the lemons last night?”

The restaurant was going to open in two minutes, it was Friday. They needed lemons for the tea.

Mila always did that, every time it was her turn to cut the lemons the night before she would not do it and everyone would be left scrambling in the morning.

“On it now,” she called out.

Betty rolled her eyes, but didn’t complain.

As long as she did it…

Betty took her apron, wrapping it around her waist and looking around for her pen.

“Hey,” Elena walked into the kitchen, phone in hand. “Does anyone speak German?”

She looked around, and the other waitresses did the same.

Was Ruby in today?

“No one?” Mila insisted. “Really?”

Betty shrugged.

Mama Stefka was a blend  - a crock-pot if someone was to ask the girls -  of everything East Europe and more. It was founded by a Bulgarian family she didn’t know when, and it slowly grew into something more. By now, it had a little bit of everything from everywhere.

Betty. Well…  Elżbieta was Polish. She was the only one, but the team was full of girls from every little place possible.

Taty from Belarus, Anna and Elena from Moldova, Martina from Slovakia, Natalia from Russia…

“Wait, isn’t Nat coming today?” Betty realised. “She speaks German.”

Natalia was their hostess, she’d been in the restaurant for ten years or something, when they were still a tiny thing with just Bulgarian food.

Everyone had gotten there before Betty, to be fair.

Debbie’s face lit up.

“Yes! When is she coming?”

But before anyone answered, the door opened, and Nat walked in, looking rushed and pink on the face.

“I’m sorry, I got stuck in traffic,” she apologised quickly, a bit breathless.

Debbie rushed to her, passing her a phone Betty didn’t even know she was holding.

“It’s on mute. They need someone who speaks German to serve them tonight.”

Natalia picked it up, pressing it to her ear.

"Hallo, hier ist Natalia vom Mama Stefka. Wie kann ich Ihnen behilflich sein?"

She walked off to the employees area, too stable on her huge heels.

"Natürlich können wir das arrangieren," she answered, very cheerful. "Sieben Uhr? Ja, fünf Personen."

Wanda walked past Betty, looking back at Nat and then at her again.

“Well, someone needs to learn German,” Wanda sighed.

“Not me,” Betty pocketed her stuff. “I already know languages enough and get paid the same thing as a waitress who only speaks one.”

She walked off to the dinning room, joining Debbie as she put the chairs down into the right places, still barefoot.

English wasn’t constantly spoken in Mama Stefka. Most of the visitors were immigrants, or children of immigrants. Everyone knew everyone in their community, it meant solace and community, even though not everyone was from the same country.

Well, that and their involvement with Hydra.

Okay, so no everyone who went to Mama Stefka was involved with Hydra, but they either knew someone from Hydra, was from Hydra, or was too clueless about Hydra to know their kid, sibling, parent or partner was in Hydra – or they just really liked their food, but those were very few people.

Betty, and all of the other waitress, pretended not to know.

It was best to be oblivious than to be in danger.

Half an hour later, the place was on its way to blooming, and her section already had a few tables full when Nat called for her in the kitchen.

“The Malicks are here,” she called out. “They’re asking to sit with you.”

Betty lit up. Oh, the Malicks were delightful!

When Betty had come to America, Mrs Malick had given her a room, so she wouldn’t have to pay for a hotel before school started, and always took her back during school breaks, when her dorm was closed.

Studying in New York wasn’t for everyone.

It also didn’t guarantee a job, which was why she was at Mama Stefka. They always welcomed Eastern girls in need of work and money to keep a roof over their heads.

But when Betty walked out to the dinning room, Mrs Malick was nowhere to be seen, just her boys, Wilfred, Nathaniel, and Gideon, sat around a table of four, near the corner, the most isolated table in your room.

Oh. It was that kind of dinner, then.

She walked down to it, setting four glasses down.

“Cześć chłopaki,” she smiled, as cheerful as a waitress should be. Hello, boys. “Wasza mama dziś nie wpadła?”

No ma today?

They were Polish. Well, Betty was Polish and French, but people didn’t know that. To them, she was pure Polish.

“Niestety, nie mogła dziś przyjść,” Nathaniel told her.

The brothers exchanged looks, and she followed their expressions with her eyes, and Gideon cleared his throat.

“Jesteśmy tu z innej przyczyny dziś wieczorem, Elżbieta,” he spoke, at last, looking right into her eyes, very firm. “Jestem pewien, że możemy na ciebie liczyć, że zachowasz dyskrecję?"

She stiffened up.

We are here for a different reason tonight, Elżbieta. I'm sure we can trust you to be discreet?

Very serious, then.

"Oczywiście," she agreed. “Czy życzą sobie Państwo zobaczyć menu, czy poczekają na swojego gościa?"

Of course. Would you like to see the Menu or wait for your guest?

“Wait,” Fred told her. “Thank you.”

She nodded, walking off.

It was one of those nights, then.

“Hey,” you walked to Nat. “Make sure no one bothers the Malick, will you know? Just keep them… isolated.”

She raised her eyebrows a bit, not too moved.

“It’s another night of many heads, I see,” she hummed, writing something down. “I’ll do my best with what I’m given.”

Betty nodded stiffly, her shoulders hurting a bit in tension.

Nights of many heads always made her anxious.

The man who walked into the room was very new, very tall and very strong. Betty had never seen him, ever – he was remarkable, too remarkable to be forgotten.

“That’s a tall glass of water,” she mumbled to Nat.

He looked around the room, and his eyes met hers for a brief moment, baby blue, like the clear sky of the prettiest of summer days. Was he... Norwegian? Austrian?

His hair was such a pretty golden shade of blonde, long like a lion’s mane. His beard was darker, almost brown. Maybe German. Lots of German boys looked like that, although this one was much better looking than the ones she remembered.

In any other day, she would be happy to smile to him and try to get his name.

“I’ll go check on them,” she picked up a pair of menus.

“Good luck.”

Betty walked down to the table, glancing at the box of clean plates by the corner.

“Witam ponownie, i witam, panie. Jestem Betty, będę przyjmować dziś pańskie zamówienie,” she distributed the menus. “Czy mogę przynieść państwu jakieś napoje po daniach?"

The man looked at her with confusion, and Nathaniel cleared his throat.

“English, Betty,” he requested. “Our guest isn’t fluent in Polish.”

She looked back at the man, and he just nodded stiffly.

“I’m Betty, I’ll be taking your order today,” she repeated it. “Can I bring you some refreshments after the plates?”

But the man didn’t speak, Fred did.

“We’ll call you when we are ready to order,” he told her. “Thank you, Betty.”

She just confirmed quietly, taking four plates, forks and knives, and set everything down, leaving them be.

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[sophieinwonderland]

On RWBY's Klein Sieben, and system jokes...

When looking for more information about Klein's DID, I found this post which bothered me for several reasons. The post was about RWBY's depiction of mental health overall, and it made a lot of good points on other disorders, and a lot of bad points.

But I only care about the part on Klein.

First, I think that it's silly to expect mental disorders to be called by name in a fantasy setting. In contemporary settings, you should absolutely confirm disorders the characters have by name. But hearing someone talk about DID, PTSD, Autism or Schizophrenia is going to immediately take you out of a fantasy story.

It's the same reason Shallan in The Stormlight Archive is only technically confirmed to have DID outside of the story.

But my bigger problem comes down to the argument revolving around using the disability as a joke. The reason is that these are the same types of jokes systems make all the time.

I've been in the plural community for a couple years, and jokes about not being able to decide on little things with the rest of the system, or sharing personal experiences where one headmate will order something at a restaurant only to switch out and leave the next headmate with a plate of something they don't actually like, are super common.

Plenty of system jokes and memes utilize this same premise.

In a comedy show like (the non-canon) RWBY Chibi, it makes sense for similar jokes to be made using a similar premise as well.

So what is the issue then? If systems make these same jokes about themselves, is it WHO is making the jokes? Are system jokes only acceptable when they come from verified systems?

Pluralphobia And The Danger of Gatekeeping Who Can Make Plural Jokes in Media

I can understand that some people are burned and are wary of how singlets will handle plurality in media.

I think that there's an idea with some that if you're not a system, then you can't write jokes about systems or plurality in media. And I think this thought process is extremely dangerous to the plural community.

It places actual plural writers into a position where the only way they're allowed to write about plurality is by publicly disclosing their own to the world.

This is dangerous with any sort of plurality. Whether DID, tulpas, spiritual, etc. Publicly revealing that information can endanger your relationships with friends and family. It can make you a target of harassment. (Look at what happened to Aimkid.) It even can endanger job prospects.

In the case of disclosing DID, this would be disclosing that you likely had severe trauma as a child, which could lead to public denial from family members who didn't know, or were themselves responsible.

An environment where plurals have to be out of the closet to make plural content is a dangerous one for everybody.

The Solution: Combating Singlet Normativity

Here's my solution: Criticize every work of media that features plurality with the understanding that someone in the writer's room could be plural.

Currently, we live in a singletnormative world where everyone is assumed to be a singlet unless otherwise specified. We need to break this perception. We need to do this by normalizing systemhood.

And statistically, it's not like it's that improbable. Some high estimates of DID show it appear in as much as 3% of the population. There are several writers involved in RWBY. And plurals tend to be drawn to writing plural characters, making it statistically more likely at least one of the people who created Klein could have DID or OSDD themselves.

Maybe one or more of the writers have DID. Maybe they don't. But if you treat every writer as if they're a singlet when you don't know if they're plural or not, because you see singlet as the default, you create an environment where closeted plurals can't write about their own experiences in fiction.

The Importance of Klein

In the RTX video that confirmed Klein had DID, the person asking the question had DID themselves and talked about how happy it made them to see someone like them. To get a character they could relate to, one that's not portrayed as a villain as so many other DID characters tend to be in media.

Maybe Klein isn't perfect representation, and I'm sure some people will take issue with some aspects of his portrayal, but no representation is ever going to be perfect.

What matters is that Klein presented a character that some DID systems out there could relate to and see themselves in, in a way that doesn't stigmatize or demonize the disorder. And on top of that, he's a beloved character by most of the fandom which can hopefully build acceptance of real life plurality. And that's something that should be celebrated.

This Plural Acceptance Week, I would love to help create a positive environment in the plural community that encourages systems to write their own Kleins. To make the next character that systems can connect with like this person connected with Klein. Whether DID systems, endogenic systems, tulpas, daemonists, etc. We should strive to support positive plural characters in media where we see them.

More Klein from RWBY Chibi

Since I showed the episode with him ordering noodles, which was his second appearance in RWBY Chibi, I thought it would also be fun to share his introduction to the Chibi series too!

#syscourse #rwby #rwby klein sieben #klein sieben #pluralgang #plural system #plural #plurality #endogenic #system #multiplicity #systems #endogenic system #plural pride #plural positivity #system stuff #rwby klein #actually plural #sysblr #actually a system #Youtube

[farnwedel]

Samantha Young

Fountain Bridge – Verbotene Küsse

(Spoiler: Außer, dass gesagt wird, dass die Geschichte in Edinburgh spielt, deutet nichts auf die Stadt hin. Fountainbridge ist allerdings ein ganz hübscher Stadtteil.)

Dramatis Personae:

Ellie Carmichael – blond, klutzy, kein Kontakt zum Vater, verliebt in Adam

Braden (🙄) Carmichael – Ellies älterer Halbbruder, Architekt

Adam Gerard Sutherland – Bradens bester Freund, ebenfalls Architekt

Jocelyn – zuerst Ellies Mitbewohnerin, später Bradens Freundin

Kapitel 1

…beginnt mit einem massiven Spoiler, das liebe ich ja:

Vor acht Monaten hatte man bei mir einen Gehirntumor diagnostiziert. […] Die Diagnose hatte meine Familie und meine Freundin Joss schwer erschüttert. Vor allem aber hatte sie Adam, dem besten Freund meines Bruders, einen kräftigen Tritt in den Allerwertesten versetzt. Er hatte endlich offen gestanden, dass er mich liebte, und seitdem waren wir kaum einen Tag getrennt gewesen.

Warum???? Das nimmt doch das Ende komplett vorweg. Sie hätte einfach mit dem Tagebucheintrag und Flashback beginnen können, in dem die vierzehnjährige Ellie völlig aufgelöst ihren Bruder Braden (Bruden? Brader?) anruft, weil ein gewisser Brian Fairmont das Gerücht verbreitet, er habe mit ihr geschlafen. Braden schickt Adam vorbei, der Brian dazu bringt, das Gerücht öffentlich zu widerrufen. Ellie ist hin und weg und schmachtet ihren sieben Jahre älteren Retter, der für sie wie ein zweiter großer Bruder ist, heimlich an.

Kapitel 2

Offenbar läuft das alles so. Ein, zwei Absätze in der Gegenwart, dann Tagebuch und Flashback. Hurra.

In diesem Kapitel hat baby Ellie ihr erstes Date mit einem gewissen Sam Smith (🤭), das ihr komplett dadurch versaut wird, dass Braden, Adam und Ellies Stiefvater Clark dem Jungen einen dreifachen shovel talk verpassen. Entsprechend sauer ist Ellie hinterher auf die drei, insbesondere Adam, der sich aufführt, als wäre er ihr Bruder, wo er das doch definitiv nicht ist. Außerdem wirft sie ihm vor, dass er doch keine Ahnung von festen Beziehungen habe, so, wie er seine Freundinnen verschleißt. Es ist alles maximal unangenehm.

Kapitel 3

Adam gesteht Ellie, dass er sie zum ersten Mal am Morgen nach ihrem 18. Geburtstag als begehrenswerte Frau wahrgenommen hat. Nein, wie praktisch! Da war sie ja grade volljährig.

Laut Flashback hat Adam an besagtem Geburtstag eine der Angestellten der Cateringfirma gevögelt und Ellie hatte aus Rache Sex mit ihrem damaligen Freund. (Der ihr „den ersten Orgasmus ihres Lebens“ beschert hatte – sammal, hat die Gute sich nie gefingert?) Und als sie Adam am nächsten Morgen davon erzählt hat, hat das bei ihm den Schalter umgelegt.

Kapitel 4

Um das Maß voll zu machen, starb Ellies deadbeat Vater Douglas ein paar Tage nach ihrem Geburtstag und ihr Freund Liam betrog sie mit ihrer BFF Allie. Ach, Ellie, Allie…das kann man schonmal verwechseln.

Eines Abends hatte Ellie mit einem gewissen Christian ein Date im gleichen Restaurant wie Adam mit einer gewissen Meagan. Zum Glück waren sowohl Chris als auch Meg unsympathisch, sodass Adam und Ellie hinterher zu zweit was trinken waren. Braden hat Adams Studiengebühren bezahlt, btw, und Ellie studiert mittlerweile Kunstgeschichte an der University of Edinburgh. Adam und Ellie küssen sich beinahe, als Adams Handy klingelt. Es ist Braden. Danach ist Ellie noch klarer, dass zwischen Adam und ihr nie was laufen darf.  Weil…plot, oder so.

Kapitel 5

„Ich bin in Panik geraten. Ich war noch nie so hart von einer bloßen Lippenberührung. Danach wollte ich dich jedes Mal vögeln, wenn wir uns gesehen haben.“

Romantisch.

Jedenfalls hatte Ellie später was mit einem Richard Stirling (wir sind in Schottland, darling! Ihr nächster Freund heißt dann Alasdair Perth und danach kommt Hamish Inverness), der über sie aber eigentlich nur Bradens Firma ausspionieren wollte. Adam hat ihm dafür eins in die Fresse gehauen. Ellie fährt zu ihm, um sich zu bedanken. Adams Wohnung ist so stylish, dass Ellie sich bemüßigt fühlt, uns zu versichern, dass er 100% hetero und maskulin ist. 🙄

Sie machen irgendwann auf seinem Sofa rum (das ist tatsächlich ganz okay geschrieben/übersetzt) und sind literally einen Millimeter davor, ungeschützten Sex zu haben, als Adam plötzlich auffällt, dass das hier ja die kleine Schwester seines besten Freundes ist, und er einen…ähm…Rückzieher macht. Ellie denkt, er wollte immer nur Sex ohne Gefühle, zieht sich wieder an und haut ab.

Kapitel 6

Adam erklärte jedem Typen, der Interesse an Ellie zeigte, dass er gefälligst seine Finger bei sich lassen solle. Ellie beschloss, ihn mit Nichtachtung zu strafen, was aber nur solange funktionierte, bis sie mit Braden und ein paar anderen in einer Bar waren, wo Braden die Barkeeperin Joss (Ellies Mitbewohnerin) anmachen wollte und Adam Ellie zwang, in seinem Arm aufm Sofa zu sitzen, wo er dann behauptete, es sei seine Aufgabe, sie zu beschützen.

Ich versteh nicht, was daran romantisch sein soll.

Kapitel 7

Nach einem katastrophalen Abend in einer Bar, an dem Braden den Typen zusammenschlägt, mit dem seine Ex ihn betrogen hat, weil der Joss angemacht hat, bringt Adam Ellie nach Hause, fingert sie und sagt dann, dass er das nicht hätte tun sollen. Ellie gesteht ihm ihre Liebe und schickt ihn dann ein für alle Mal weg, weil er sie nicht genug zurückliebt, um das Braden gegenüber eingestehen zu können.

Kapitel 8

Ellie erhält die Diagnose, dass sie einen gutartigen Hirntumor hat. Es sorgt dafür, dass Adam ihr und Braden endlich gesteht, dass er sie liebt. Braden wusste es schon die ganze Zeit. Arsch. Der jetzt mit Joss zusammen ist, wenn ich das richtig verstanden habe. Adam erklärt Ellie den Unterschied zwischen „Liebe machen“ und „vögeln“ und macht dann beides mit ihr.

Kapitel 9

Wir sind wieder in der Gegenwart. Ellie sammelt ihre Tagebücher ein – auf den Knien, was dazu führt, dass Adam sich hinter sie kniet und erklärt, er werde sie jetzt „auf ihrer gemeinsamen Vergangenheit vögeln“. The end.

#adventskranz 2023 #edinburgh love stories #nsfg

[humanheartharmonia]

Somebody on Discord asked for it, so here is the simple PluralKit member template that we use! It is by us, and feel free to tweak it to your needs. Credit is not needed.

(Since Tumblr is weird about copying text, I can also send it via Discord. Our tag is Sieben#0161.)

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❤️ [ BASIC ] ❤️

•**Name:**

•**Age:**

•**Pronouns:**

•**Gender:**

•**Orientation:**

•**Role:**

•**Species:**

❤️ [ RELATIONSHIPS ] ❤️

•**Romantic:**

•**Platonic:**

❤️ [ BOUNDARIES ] ❤️

•**Touch:**

•**Flirting:**

•**Teasing:**

•**Pet Names:**

•**Ask to Front:**

❤️ [ SOURCE INFO ] ❤️

•**Source:**

•**Doubles:**

•**Sourcemates:**

•**Source Talk:**

❤️ [ BIO ] ❤️

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[thiefofcrows]

Plotted starter for @cruelprincae

    The first time Kaz had glimpsed one of the creatures was a dead one, as was his luck. It had been the strangest thing and, for a moment, Kaz’s mind had been reeling, trying to make sense of what he'd been seeing. Had he not looked closer, he may not have recognized the bartender Kobus Sieben. He’d merely worked in one of the Pubs and Kaz had a standing arrangement with him to glean useful secrets the man collected from the patrons who couldn’t keep their mouths shut after a few drinks.

   He now possessed an eerie, inhuman kind of beauty, even in death. His skin had clearly been a color Kaz never seen on a person before; his ears were pointed, and attached to his back were a pair of crumpled wings … it hadn’t made any sense, but there was no denying what he was seeing was indeed real. The disguise that had made him look human had been the trick and it had fooled him. It was as if the concept had entrapped Kaz’s mind — he’d needed to unravel the secrets of, not only how the trick had been done in the first place, but what these creatures were, where they’d come from. If they could disguise themselves so thoroughly without the aid of a tailor, what else were they capable of?

   He’d started with looking into the people that had seemingly materialized out of nothing one day, stepping off of a ship, arriving in a carriage from Saints knew where. These people had no contacts outside of that time frame, no one they’d known any longer than that — and, lo and behold, Kaz eventually found what  he was looking for. However, he’d also learned the hard way that he needed to protect himself against their will being forced upon him. Once he’d figured that out, getting information out of them became relatively easy, given how susceptible they were to bribes. They were glad to receive real kruge and, of course, they liked to drink. He’d made a deal with one in order to gain what they called The Sight, which allowed him to see their kind for what they really were, rather than being fooled by their disguises.

   They’d merely become one of his many contacts with which he would get information — and eventually, Kaz heard about the Prince that was seemingly walking among them. A Prince who had evidently escaped the burden of rule over a kingdom he’d never heard of, nor seen on any maps. Someone who could potentially become a King, someone who no doubt had a vast amount of knowledge and leverage that Kaz could use.

   He could see Pekka Rollin’s life, his livelihood, being swiftly demolished with precise, deliberate blows. He could see a path forged to finally rid the Dregs of Per Haskell’s authority, to take his place and never have to take another order from some old man who only ever wanted to drink, build model ships and talk about his glory days, rather than run a gang. After all, it was all thanks to Kaz that they were one of the most powerful gangs in Ketterdam; Per Haskell hadn’t even managed to put a decent roof over their heads, let alone lead them to any worthwhile gains.

   The Prince hadn’t even been difficult to find, in the end — he was one of the patrons that showed up at the Crow Club to drink copious amounts of alcohol and trick people out of their kruge. Not to mention, he was paying for all of that alcohol with glamored money, at least at the start. That in itself was something Kaz would have to put a stop to, regardless of any other intentions he had.

   After successfully arming himself as well as the bouncers against the enchantments the Prince would no doubt use to try to escape the situation, Kaz made his way to his desk, his cane thunk-ing against the wooden floor. He rested it against the inner edge of the desk, next to him and within easy reach if necessary … and, when the door swung open, his two bouncers on either side of Cardan, he leaned down to rest his hands atop his desk, watching as they crossed the room before forcing the Prince into a chair. He was glamoured, of course, but Kaz could see through it now.

  ❝Looks like your days of tricking my customers out of their kruge has come to an end. Normally I would say, given how much alcohol you buy when you’re here, that might make up for a portion of it, but ... I suspect there’s a fifty-fifty chance it isn’t real. Which means you’ve been stealing from me as well,❞ said Kaz, his rock salt rasp adding just the right amount of weight to his words, his dark eyes piercing, calculating. While he had certainly manipulated and cheated his way through a multitude of card games, that simply made it incredibly difficult to do it on his watch. Now, not even those who evidently used a kind of power unknown to most could get away with it.

    ❝So … you’re not leaving this office, not until we make a deal.❞

#𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐄. #his voice was calm‚ almost hypnotic. It had the coarse rasp of an over rosined bow. ( 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑. ) #𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄. ┊ kaz had taught her to crack a safe‚ pick a pocket‚ wield a knife. ( 𝐏𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐂. ) #𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. ┊ sharpen your blade. harden your heart. ( 𝐓𝐅𝐎𝐓𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. ) #𝐓𝐇 01. ┊ the deal is the deal. ( 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐄. ) #𝐃𝐘𝐍. ┊ tbd. ( 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐄. ) #this ended up being SO LONG lmao whoops :)) but ya kno. had to Set The Scene and all that #lmk if there's anything I need to adjust <3

[simmortalityscreations]

Sims 2 Mods Masterlist - Jeder Mod, den ich installiert habe!

Komplette Liste aller Sims 2 Mods, die ich aktuell installiert habe. Alle aufgelisteten Mods funktionieren mit der Ultimate Collection und die Liste wird immer wieder aktualisiert, falls etwas Neues dazukommt :)

Ich habe die Mods in 4 Kategorien aufgeteilt:

- Grafikmods, bei denen der Fokus darauf liegt, das Spiel besser aussehen zu lassen

- CAS-Mods, damit eure Sims besser aussehen

- Fixes, die irgendwelche Probleme im Spiel beheben

- Gameplay-Mods, die das Spielererlebnis in anderer Weise verbessern

Ich plane auch noch ein Video, in dem ich diese Liste in bisschen genauer beleuchte, sobald das fertig ist, werde ich es hier verlinken! :)

Grafikmods

- Clean UI

Verpasst eurem Spiel eine modernere Benutzeroberfläche

- Seasoned Skylines

Fügt eurem Spiel verschiedene „Distant Terrains“ hinzu, die ihr in der Nachbarschaftsansicht platzieren könnt. Verschönert der Horizont eurer Nachbarschaften. Auf der Seite findet ihr genaue Instruktionen, wie diese Objekte platziert werden.

CAS-Mods

- Subtle Eyes

Default Replacement für Augenfarben

- Sims 2 Default Replacement Database

Default Replacements für Haare, Kleidung, Skintones etc. Nutze die Seite hauptsächlich für die Haare

- Nabila’s Chere Lilith Eyeliner Set

Set aus sechs verschiedenen neuen Eyelinern

- Sims 2 Glossy Lips

Set aus sieben verschiedenen Lipglossfarben

- Honey Honey Skinblend

Skintone Default Replacement

- All TS2 Chlothes for YA to Elders

Macht einen Großteil der Kleidung im Spiel für die Altersgruppen Junger Erwachsener, Erwachsener und Senior verfügbar

- Muupi’s Make-Up Defaults

Default Replacements für den Großteil des Maxis-Make-Ups

Fixes

- Aging Baby to Toddler Fix

Behebt ein Problem im Spiel, durch das Babys nicht zu Kleinkindern heranwachsen

- skyFix

Behebt ein Problem im Spiel, bei dem der Himmel nicht korrekt angezeigt wird

- „You invited me to spend the night”-Fix

Entfernt die verbuggte Meldung: “Du hast mich eingeladen, über Nacht zu bleiben, aber jetzt gönnst du mir keine Minute Schlaf!“

Gameplay-Mods

- Faster University Education

Verkürzt die Semester an der Universität, es gibt drei verschiedene Optionen: 24, 36 oder 38 Stunden.

- Elders Sleep Through The Night Patch (SleepLatOFB)

Erlaubt es Senioren, die Nacht durchzuschlafen, statt ständig aufzuwachen.

- Eat More Talk Less

Sims konzentrieren sich mehr aufs Essen und unterhalten sich weniger. Außerdem reduziert der Mod auch die Chance, dass der Sim zu viel isst.

- Call NPCs

Sims können jetzt NPCs (wie zB Heimwerker) anrufen. Ansonsten geht das nicht, weil diese Sims laut dem Spiel kein Telefon besitzen. Sehr praktisch bei der Partnersuche! ;)

- Community Time Project

Wenn Sims auf einem Gemeinschaftsgrundstück sind, merkt sich das Spiel, wann sie wieder nachhause fahren. Wenn man dann das Heimatgrundstück wieder lädt, kommt der Sim auch erst zu der entsprechenden Uhrzeit wieder nach Hause.

Vorsicht: Nicht an der Universität oder im Urlaub benutzen, den Mod in diesem Fall zeitweise aus dem Spielordner entfernen.

- More Sleep

Sims können nachts immer schlafen geschickt werden, auch wenn eigentlich nicht müde genug sind.

- Put your Homework away properly (Desk Locator)

Fügt dem Spiel ein Objekt (Bilderrahmen) hinzu, mit dem man Sims eigene Schreibtische zuweisen kann. Diese Sims werden ihre Hausaufgaben dann immer auf dem entsprechenden Schreibtisch ablegen.

- Desk Locator for University

Erweitert den Desk Locator Mod, damit er dieselbe Funktion an der Uni erfüllt. Dafür müssen beide Mods installiert sein.

- Same Energy Gain for Every Bed

Sims können ihr Energiebedürfnis mit allen Betten gleich schnell auffüllen.

- Marriage Last Name Chooser

Wenn zwei Sims heiraten, erscheint ein Dialog, in dem man den gemeinsamen Nachnamen auswählen kann.

- Word & Bring Home Friend Dialog

Wenn Sims Kollegen mit nachhause bringen wollen, erscheint erst ein Dialog, in dem man auswählen kann, ob man das möchte.

- Dinner for 8

Wenn Sims ein Gericht servieren, besteht dieses nun aus 8 statt nur 6 Portionen.

- No Baby Harassment

Sims beschäftigen sich nicht mehr ständig automatisch mit Babys.

- No Rod Humble

Rod Humble wird nicht mehr jedes Mal auftauchen, wenn man eine neue Familie irgenwo einziehen lässt. Bedeutet aber auch, dass man keinen PC mehr umsonst bekommt.

- Level Numbers Added to Job Titles

Sorgt dafür, dass euch das Spiel anzeigt, auf welchem Joblevel euer Sim sich befindet.

- Uni Major Revamp – Realistic Major to Career Linking

Ordnet Studiengänge die entsprechenden Karrieren zu (zB Musikkarriere zu Kunst, oder Journalismus zu Literatur). Außerdem gibt es jetzt mehr Karrieren, bei denen ein Uniabschluss obligatorisch ist (zB Medizin)

- Invisible Driveway

Fügt den Stellplätzen im Spiel eine unsichtbare Option hinzu, damit man stattdessen einfach passenden Boden verlegen kann.

- Novel Writing Progress

Das Spiel zeigt jetzt an, wie weit der Roman deines Sims schon fortgeschritten ist.

- Baby Bottle Default Replacement

Babyflasche enthält jetzt weiße Flüssigkeit statt grüne.

- Simply Leftovers

Sims können Essenreste jetzt entweder als einzelne Portionen (single plates) oder komplett in den Kühlschrank räumen. So können sich Sims danach auch nur Einzelportonen herausnehmen und nicht immer gleich alles.

- Smart Beds

Sims schlafen automatisch in ihrem eigenen Bett statt in irgendeinem.

- Gigantic Townie Name Replacement Mod

Fügt dem Spiel neue Namen hinzu, die ab der Installation neu generierten NPCs zugewiesen werden. Bereits vorhandene Sims werden davon nicht beeinflusst.

#sims 2 #die sims 2 #sims 2 mods #TS2mods

[aphvlion]

This song is actually so Eyk-coded idc

Like,,, I know it's probably just my brain relating everything to 1899 but I stumbled across it and now I can't stop thinking about it

A song talking about losing your loved ones and living in denial and me not immediately thinking of him? Kinda impossible ngl

Especially the lines "If you don't know what to do anymore, you want to go back to the great sea" and "You can't rid your heart of something like that",,,, I am so unwell

#1899 #eyk larsen #eyk #netflix 1899 #I wanna write an analysis so bad #but school is making it impossible to sit down rn #Or maybe a fanfic #just something #the brainrot is getting to me #I will continue to contribute nothing of value to this fandom and just vaguely scream into the void bc anxiety tm #excuse the whacky ass translations I've been sick for the past two weeks #Spotify

[enibas22]

from tag24.de - 13th February 2023

https://www.tag24.de/unterhaltung/promis/ansturm-auf-tom-wlaschiha-im-hohnsteiner-puppentheater-ein-hollywood-star-auf-heimaturlaub-2746783

ANSTURM AUF TOM WLASCHIHA IM PUPPENTHEATER: EIN HOLLYWOOD-STAR AUF HEIMATURLAUB

Hohenstein - Der kleine Saal des Max-Jacob-Theaters in Hohnstein ist rappelvoll. Kein Stuhl bleibt frei. Wahre Fans nehmen einen Stehplatz in Kauf. Nur um ihn zu erleben: Tom Wlaschiha (49). Gebürtiger Sachse aus Dohna, Schauspieler und "unser Mann in Hollywood".

Am Wochenende kam der Star zu Lesung, Talk- und Selfie-Runde in die Sächsische Schweiz, quasi auf Heimaturlaub.

Und was brachte er ins traditionsreiche Puppentheater des Hohnsteiner Kaspers mit? Den vierten Band aus dem Epos "Das Lied von Eis und Feuer" des amerikanischen Autors George R.R. Martin.

Die Romanreihe lieferte die Vorlage für die Erfolgsserie "Game of Thrones", in der Wlaschiha in der Rolle des Jaqen H'ghar 2012 seinen internationalen Durchbruch schaffte.

Die deutsche TV-Serie "Das Boot" (2018), die Netflix-Produktion "Die unglaubliche Geschichte der Roseninsel" (2020) oder auch die amerikanische Science-Fiction-Mystery-Serie "Stranger Things" (2022) setzen seinen Erfolg bis heute fort.

Doch seine Wurzeln - vom Aufwachsen in Neustadt bis hin zum Engagement am Theater Junge Generation in Dresden (1996-99) - hat Wlaschiha nicht vergessen. Für seinen Auftritt in Hohnstein verzichtete der Schauspieler auf ein Honorar, um den Traditionsverein Hohnsteiner Kasper zu unterstützen.

"Mit fünf, sechs oder sieben Jahren war ich hier mal im Kaspertheater. 40 Jahre später bin ich wieder hier. Da schließt sich ein Kreis und das ist schön."

Noch mehr freute sich Wlaschiha, dass er einen Kasper mit nach Hause nehmen konnte. Der Traditionsverein schenkte ihm einen hölzernen Gesellen mit einem Kopf, geschnitzt vom berühmten Kasper-Vater Gerhard Berger (†2018).

Als Dankeschön für den Abend kann Tom Wlaschiha (49) einen echten Hohnsteiner Kasper mit nach Hause nehmen.  © Marko Förster

#tom wlaschiha #hohnstein #max jacob theater #sächsische schweiz #game of thrones reading #february 2023 #article

[the-nebula-sys]

5 things you love (this is for everyone in the system)

So what you want is actually 40 things. I shall do that. But be warned. Some of us do not love more than five things yet. This is because we are all still so new.

I , Unit, love:

Doing construction work. Mostly hauling.

Farming. For the same reasons as construction work.

Eating. In headspace I cannot eat. Here however, I have taste buds. I like stimulating them.

Talking to my friends. I believe this is self-explanatory.

👑 I love these things:

Women

My accent.

Blacksmithing

My cats

Rabbits

📺 For me it's:

Women

My headmates

This one webcomic, High Class Homos (it's why Agatha exists)

My cats

Alright, it's Ellie time!

Speculative biology

Paleobiology

Taxonomy

Heat Death

The Outer Wilds

"I don't really have anything I like, sorry"-Alex

Void:

Engines

Darkness

Various abysses

My headmates

More specifically, Unit

Sieben:

Breakcore

The minecraft OST

The fact that I control the music in our head.

Bass

The Grand Maestre:

My lovely little hobbit hole

Helping others

Not being in fights

My friends

The purpose of our cats

I hope this suffices. Sincerely, Unit.

[kindaconfusingme]

Since it's the end of november, I thought I'd give an update on my reading for the Autumn Reading Challenge 2.0 :)

I am working on a few other prompts atm so I think I will be through kind of soon. I have decided to pick books I already own for all of these so I can use this challenge as motivation to reduce my tbr. I fear this post will be kind of long so be prepared :D

Number in the title: Million Girl Vol.1-3 by Kotori Momoyuki

I read the 1rst and 2nd volume of this years ago when I was a teenager and bought vol 3 secondhand for this challenge bc I always wanted to finish it. It’s about a girl at a very elite high school who finds out that her family owes a lot of money to the yakuza. To repay them, she enters the Money Game that is established at her school, which consists of multiple rounds of competing against different opponents in different challenges, cheating is allowed. While I enjoyed the atmosphere and the reading experience, I’m not the biggest fan of anything beyond the first volume. It gets a little absurd and one does not get the chance to solve the mysteries of the rounds alongside the protagonist, which I would’ve liked to try.

Book with riddles: Ready Player One by Ernest Cline

I love the movie, so I hoped to like the book as well. Sadly, I was disappointed :(

I think one of the problems with it was the pacing, because a lot of the moments that are essential for the plot and should be interesting to read are just really hard to transfer to written text (while looking cool on screen). It’s not that interesting to hear Wade talk about how he has to beat a Pacman-high score. Moments like these were either boring to listen to (audiobook) or skipped over by the author, the latter option being weird as well because some of these moments were quite important. I also found Wade to be pretty annoying and full of himself. I think he compensated a lot of his low self esteem by feeling like the absolute best at knowing niche pop culture details. I kind of relate to that bc my self-esteem is held up by similar things, but I would like to think that I am not as insufferable. Or maybe I am but nobody notices bc nobody can read my thoughts. And I had to listen to Wade’s through the whole book, which made me want to scream sometimes. Artemis was pretty cool, but I felt like a lot of her character was the way it was to make sure she’s the ideal girl that lonely gamer guys wish to meet somewhen (spoken in cliches, I don’t want to shame lonely gamer guys in general here). I guess you can read this book either as a homage to 80s pop culture and be happy about a virtual reality adventure or it reads as a slightly problematic self-insert. … Idk, the book had its moments but ultimately it was a bit of a letdown. I will stick to the movie. And I still love the premise of this story a lot.

Nostalgic read: Sieben Pfoten für Penny – Freiheit für einen Delfin by Thomas Brezina

This book is part of a large series of books about a teenage girl named Penny who gets involved in different stories with animals that usually need saving. Like Flipper 2, the dolphin this book is about – or rather: Should be about. The story of saving this dolphin would be enough to tell a compelling story, if it was detailed enough. Instead, a lot of different side plots get introduced and solved within a few scenes and everything just felt rushed, mismatched and weird. I wondered whether that was because I am reading this as an adult now or if it was because of the way it was written and I landed on the latter since I read plenty of children’s books as an adult that I enjoyed a lot.

Nonfiction: Interest and Investment in fictional Romances (van Monsjou & Mar, 2019)

I stumbled upon this study while researching for my thesis and downloaded it bc boy oh boy am I myself invested in fictional romances – so why not find out what science says about it. I will not go into detail here bc there are too many tiny findings for that, but I was expecting what the authors were expecting as well: That high involvement in fictional romances compensates one’s one loneliness/dissatisfaction with love life and correlates with attachment anxiety. Interestingly enough, the attachment anxiety part was more or less there (they listed some statistically insignificant findings as well though and I don’t remember whether this was one of them and I also don’t remember whether it was found in all studies that included the attachment anxiety measurement). The loneliness/dissatisfaction thing was not found, instead people who were more interested in fictional romances seemed to use those as an exploration for their own romantic wishes – which makes sense, I guess. It is to be said though that the sample was taken from people who were not very involved in fandom over all, only a slight number of participants read or wrote fanfiction for example. As well as the authors, I do think that in a sample that consists of people who are actually involved in shipping and stuff, the results could be more consistent with the expectations, because I do think there is a big difference in the reasons for enjoying the chemistry of a fictional couple casually and being extremely invested in a fictional couple to the point of obsession. Therefore, I’d like to read follow-up studies that have these samples; so far, I have not seen these anywhere.

#i am working on it #have fun reading me thoughts on some books #studyblr w/knives reading challenge #autumn reading challenge 2.0 #bookblr

[welldonebeca]

it's a Bad Idea, right? (1)

Summary: The worst idea a waitress in Mama Stefka can have is to fall in love with a man in Hydra. They aren’t supposed to even talk! It doesn’t stop Betty, though. Warnings: Mafia AU. Secret identity au. Tension.

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“Mila,” Betty called out, washing her hands in the kitchen sink. “Did you cut the lemons last night?”

The restaurant was going to open in two minutes, it was Friday. They needed lemons for the tea.

Mila always did that, every time it was her turn to cut the lemons the night before, she would not do it and everyone would be left scrambling for brunch time.

“On it now,” she called out.

Betty rolled her eyes but didn’t complain.

As long as she did it…

Betty took her apron, wrapping it around her waist and looking around for her pen.

“Hey,” Elena walked into the kitchen, phone in hand. “Does anyone speak German?”

She looked around, and the other waitresses did the same.

Was Ruby in today?

“No one?” Mila insisted. “Really?”

Betty shrugged.

Mama Stefka was a blend  - a crock-pot if someone were to ask the girls -  of everything East Europe and more. It was founded by a Bulgarian family she didn’t know when, and it slowly grew into something more. By now, it had a little bit of everything from everywhere.

Betty. Well…  Elżbieta was Polish. She was the only one, but the team was full of girls from every little place possible.

Taty from Belarus, Anna and Elena from Moldova, Martina from Slovakia, Natalia from Russia…

“Wait, isn’t Nat coming today?” Betty realised. “She speaks German.”

Natalia was their hostess, she’d been in the restaurant for ten years or something when they were still a tiny thing with just Bulgarian food.

Everyone had gotten there before Betty, to be fair.

Debbie’s face lit up.

“Yes! When is she coming?”

But before anyone answered, the door opened, and Nat walked in, looking rushed and pink on the face.

“I’m sorry, I got stuck in traffic,” she apologised quickly, a bit breathless.

Debbie rushed to her, passing her a phone Betty didn’t even know she was holding.

“It’s on mute. They need someone who speaks German to serve them tonight.”

Natalia picked it up, pressing it to her ear.

"Hallo, hier ist Natalia vom Mama Stefka. Wie kann ich Ihnen behilflich sein?"

She walked off to the employees area, too stable on her huge heels.

"Natürlich können wir das arrangieren," she answered, very cheerful. "Sieben Uhr? Ja, fünf Personen."

Wanda walked past Betty, looking back at Nat and then at her again.

“Well, someone needs to learn German,” Wanda sighed.

“Not me,” Betty pocketed her stuff. “I already know languages enough and get paid the same thing as a waitress who only speaks one.”

She walked off to the dining room, joining Debbie as she put the chairs down into the right places, still barefoot.

English wasn’t constantly spoken in Mama Stefka. Most of the visitors were immigrants or children of immigrants. Everyone knew everyone in their community, it meant solace and community, even though not everyone was from the same country.

Well, that and their involvement with Hydra.

Okay, so no everyone who went to Mama Stefka was involved with Hydra, but they either knew someone from Hydra, was from Hydra, or was too clueless about Hydra to know their kid, sibling, parent or partner was in Hydra – or they just really liked their food, but those were very few people.

Betty, and all of the other waitress, pretended not to know.

It was better to be oblivious than to be in danger.

Half an hour later, the place was on its way to blooming, and her section already had a few tables full when Nat called for her in the kitchen.

“The Malicks are here,” she called out. “They’re asking to sit with you.”

Betty lit up. Oh, the Malicks were delightful!

When Betty had come to America, Mrs Malick had given her a room, so she wouldn’t have to pay for a hotel before school started, and always took her back during school breaks when her dorm was closed.

Studying in New York wasn’t for everyone.

It also didn’t guarantee a job, which was why she was at Mama Stefka. They always welcomed Eastern girls in need of work and money to keep a roof over their heads.

But when Betty walked out to the dining room, Mrs Malick was nowhere to be seen, just her boys, Wilfred, Nathaniel, and Gideon, sat around a table of four, near the corner, the most isolated table in your room.

Oh. It was that kind of dinner, then.

She walked down to it, setting four glasses down.

“Cześć chłopaki,” she smiled, as cheerful as a waitress should be. Hello, boys. “Wasza mama dziś nie wpadła?”

No ma today?

They were Polish. Well, Betty was Polish and French, but people didn’t know that. To them, she was pure Polish.

“Niestety, nie mogła dziś przyjść,” Nathaniel told her.

The brothers exchanged looks, and she followed their expressions with her eyes, and Gideon cleared his throat.

“Jesteśmy tu z innej przyczyny dziś wieczorem, Elżbieta,” he spoke, at last, looking right into her eyes, very firm. “Jestem pewien, że możemy na ciebie liczyć, że zachowasz dyskrecję?"

She stiffened up.

We are here for a different reason tonight, Elżbieta. I'm sure we can trust you to be discreet?

Very serious, then.

"Oczywiście," she agreed. “Czy życzą sobie Państwo zobaczyć menu, czy poczekają na swojego gościa?"

Of course. Would you like to see the Menu or wait for your guest?

“Wait,” Fred told her. “Thank you.”

She nodded, walking off.

It was one of those nights, then.

“Hey,” you walked to Nat. “Make sure no one bothers the Malick, will you know? Just keep them… isolated.”

She raised her eyebrows a bit, not too moved.

“It’s another night of many heads, I see,” she hummed, writing something down. “I’ll do my best with what I’m given.”

Betty nodded stiffly, her shoulders hurting a bit in tension.

Nights of many heads always made her anxious.

The man who walked into the room was very new, very tall and very strong. Betty had never seen him, ever – he was remarkable, too remarkable to be forgotten.

“That’s a tall glass of water,” she mumbled to Nat.

He looked around the room, and his eyes met hers for a brief moment, baby blue, like the clear sky of the prettiest of summer days. Was he... Norwegian? Austrian?

His hair was so pretty golden shade of blonde, long like a lion’s mane. His beard was darker, almost brown. Maybe German. Lots of German boys looked like that, although this one was much better looking than the ones she remembered.

In any other day, she would be happy to smile to him and try to get his name.

“I’ll go check on them,” she picked up a pair of menus.

“Good luck.”

Betty walked down to the table, glancing at the box of clean plates by the corner.

“Witam ponownie, i witam, panie. Jestem Betty, będę przyjmować dziś pańskie zamówienie,” she distributed the menus. “Czy mogę przynieść państwu jakieś napoje po daniach?"

The man looked at her with confusion, and Nathaniel cleared his throat.

“English, Betty,” he requested. “Our guest isn’t fluent in Polish.”

She looked back at the man, and he just nodded stiffly.

“I’m Betty, I’ll be taking your order today,” she repeated it. “Can I bring you some refreshments after the plates?”

But the man didn’t speak, Fred did.

“We’ll call you when we are ready to order,” he told her. “Thank you, Betty.”

She just confirmed quietly, taking four plates, forks and knives, and set everything down, leaving them be.

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Talk-Gottesdienst mit Doris Bürki Thema "Wenn das leben verletzt" Am Sonntag 7. April 2024 um 10 Uhr im www.focusC.ch Calandastr. 38, 7000 Chur

Doris Bürki erlebt schon früh, dass das Leben ein komplexes Geflecht aus Freude und Leid, Erfolg und Rückschlägen sein kann. In ihrer Kindheit erfährt sie Missbrauch und Ablehnung, wird magersüchtig, leidet an Despressionen und möchte ihrem Leben am liebsten ein Ende setzen. Turbulente Jahre folgen; sie heiratet und bekommt mit ihrem Mann sieben Kinder. Doch Zoé, ihr sechstes Kind, leidet an Trisomie 18 und stirbt während der Geburt. Wo ist Gott, wenn das Leben schmerzt, wir verletzt werden und wir mit dem Leben nicht klarkommen?

Doris Bürki ist heute therapeutisch-seelsorgliche Beraterin, Notfall-Seelsorgerin im Care-Team Aargau, Präsidentin BTS Schweiz und engagiert sich als Co-Leiterin des Forums Ehe+Familie der Schweizerischen Evangelischen Allianz und bei FEG ehe+familie