#adeliger

Absolutely it is. Now, the character I’m working with here is not mine. He is the personification of Vienna and he’s owned by the lovely and talented @adeliger and she granted me special permission to use Franz in a prompt. I hope you like it, dear! The character of Meli is just a random OC I came up with. Franz could use a person who genuinely loves and cares for him, I think.

playlist meme.   /   @adeliger​​

i had to break this down into two seperate ones because i’m weird

OLDIES.

nothing to do with me  /  charlie rich.

nights in white satin  /  the moody blues

cigarettes and coffee  /  otis redding

i idolize you  /  lizz wright

a whiter shade of pale  /  procol harum

bonjour chérie  /  j.j. robert

MODERN.

holy  /  b00ty

underdressed  /  vérité

girls your age  /  transviolet

body  /  wet

sober  /  vérité

“ drink some more, franz, and enjoy their stupidity. it’ll be their undoing. trust me, i’ve had plenty practice with them last time. ”

it was generally an unfortunate thing that she lived for war, it was practically all she knew, but in times of war it became the most useful trait in her personality. of course the occupation of her country was not enjoyable, but the joy derived from screwing over the germans was something she lived for. they brought it on themselves really, did they think she would go along quietly and do nothing? she’d work with anyone against germany in times of war, setting grudges aside for a while for the sake of one common goal: getting them off any land that wasn’t theirs.

and to be fair, they made it almost too easy. before long, she’d comfortably wormed her way into nazi circles, charming people, eavesdropping, stealing information. the more power one had, the more desperate they were to show it off.

               soft   angst   starters .

               TEARS  ROLL  OVER  A  FLUSHED  FACE .   midsection  heaves  with  the  air  required  to  keep  her  rooted  to  fading  reality .    little  is  to  be  done  about  the  blinding  agony  upon  her  fall ;  sorrow  takes  place  of  pain .    shouts  stirred  witness ,   he  hovers  ,   an  outstretched  hand  in  the  mirror  that  doesn’t  quite  meet  its  mark .   ribbon  trembles  under  hand .   the  truth of  finality  breaks  her  unwavering  spirit .   head  hangs  into  hands  as  warm  fingers  unbind  her  from  the  stifling  pain  of  her  newest  pointe  shoes .  

leia: why do the french love bread i mean germans love bread too there's so much bread in germany

macdaddy laurent: i feel like everyone loves bread but when you think of german stereotypes vs french stereotypes which one of them goes HON HON OUI OUI BAGUETTE ya know