#konigreich

[sininensalo-a]

📝 tell me what the soft bear wants

find out what to put under Jaska’s Christmas tree / kind of accepting

warm scarf

knife

alcohol

nice etheric oils for the sauna

vinyl of one of his fave bands

[mengdiex]

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❛ It’s been quite some time since I last saw you, old friend  —  ❜  Bi Yu said as she poured the other a cup of tea. She hummed quietly as she finished, her hands setting down the jade-color teapot as she reached over to place some dried plums on his plate. 

❛ Do you still take your tea bitter or has time passed by so much you prefer it sweet?  ❜

[samtoaa]

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“ Reiner, I’m this close,” She said as her index finger and thumb almost touch each other, leaving a hairline gap between them, “ To losing my shit if you don’t let me scrub in. ” 

[collectioons-blog]

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[She’s watching him. Quiet.] 

[Yes she let herself in. A tip of a head and she watches him for a minute more.]

“...It’s crooked.”

[wurst-kaese-szenario-blog]

Numbers, Letters, and the Godforsaken Stairs

@konigreich

Ludwig sat in his bed, waiting for someone to come help him get up and into proper clothes. His nightshirt was baggy to say the least. This was not because it was the incorrect size but instead because Ludwig was as thin as a stick. Okay, maybe the stick might beat him. Ever since he had woken up he had been consistently exhausted, and he knew that it would be awhile longer before he would be able to walk without supervision. Until then, Ludwig could endure the embarrassment of so many people having to help him. It was another thing entirely to remember that one of the people who helped out the most was his own brother, which made the slow rehabilitation more manageable.

Still, as the door creaked open he couldn’t help but hide under his covers. God above, why couldn't he have five more minutes? He wasn’t even sure that he’d ever be able to walk like his brother, so what purpose did it serve to get out of bed anyway?

Upon seeing his brother however, the young German's eyes lit up and a grin stretched across his lips. He couldn’t help it! “Guten morgen,” he said with a hushed voice, the words spilling from his tongue as fluidly as water pours from a fountain. “How are you today, brother?” Ludwig asked as his brother came closer, a smile creeping across his lips.

[ezusthiid-a]

@konigreich​ ━━ starter. ;; accepting

❛ Tonight, without anyone knowing, we’ll be playing with fire.  ❜                                                      ( love tonight / hong jin young ) 

[miocortieni-blog]

Kairosclerosis - the moment you realize that you're currently happy ( for the word meme! )

down memory lane…  // accepting !  ft. @amortossefumo , @italitude​ , @lavitaebellax​

Roma, Italia; Il 25 dicembre 1946.

      The cracks in the cement trickled down from the ceiling, the only accent on a bare wall except for a narrow window. From outside came a shallow, mild breeze, tickling the red petals of the poinsetta stood on the sill. Despite the lanterns of Roma washing out the night sky, Feliciano was sure he could distinguish the glow of the Northern star somewhere out there. 

         An impressively fluid string of profanities from his right interrupted his observations, and a twitch came to his lips as Margherita responded in kind to Lovino’s outburst from across the table. Not having paid attention the past    —    oh, ten or so minutes    —-     Feliciano could do little but watch wide-eyed as Viola stood up to cut between them with a few choice words of her own.    (    This did not bring Viola much higher than she had been, but she seemed content to have her hands firmly planted on the table, at least.     )     Lovino slumped back with a grumble, tipping the bench he and Feliciano shared, and Feliciano quickly scrambled to take a hold of the table to keep them from careening. Margherita fell back into her own seat with a laugh that filled the whole room. As he glanced between the other two to see slow smiles sneaking involuntarily across their fellow features, Feliciano found a laugh bubble up through his chest. It took him by surprise, and his shock only made him laugh louder. As he felt tears prickle, he heard the chuckle of their Southern siblings join in, and Feliciano’s cheeks ached.

           It was only when his lungs burned and he had to force himself to breathe between hiccups of giggles that he remembered the pains. The bone-deep ache and the wounds yet to heal. But even though the now-familiar sensation should have sobered him, Feliciano felt that it was easier to smile.

             Well, it had to come back someday, he mused, and as Lovino pulled him in to ruffle a hand through his hair, Feliciano glanced up to the girls across the table, and thought that they all might just have come to the same conclusion, too.

[tsariniia]

🌟 b r o

“FRIENDS FOREVER?”                                                               “FOREVER.” 

Anastasya / Gilbert ( @konigreich )