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Alastor - [ HIDDEN HEARTSTRINGS Pt. 2 ]

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A/N: Don't kill me please guysss! I started like 3 classes last week so I haven't had time to write!

WARNINGS: [ NSFW ] + [ MDNI ] + [ FEM READER ] + [ SLIGHT BDSM ] + [ CREAMPIE ] + [ BRANDING ]

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Swallowing your pride was easier said than done. Every nerve in your body screamed to move away from Alastor, cower somewhere safe and out of his reach, even if it wouldn't do you much good. He could do as he pleased with you, demand your obedience as he saw fit, and force your compliance without a second thought.

All of that imminent control loomed over your head and weighed your chest with anxiety while the courage to speak faltered, but as scared as he made you feel, he still felt like the safest person to be around.

Sitting there, in his lap, alone with no chance of avoiding him, was personalized torture. You hadn't muttered a completely coherent phrase since he'd brought you to the Radio Tower, face burning rose red as your brows knitted together with worry and your eyes fixed on the details of his suit rather than his face. You noted how smooth and taut the fabric spread over his form; you'd always been aware of how much larger the stag was compared to you; his thighs were firm against your ass which helped spread your softer ones apart. If you so much as shifted an inch or he decided to lift his leg, your skirt would ride up and reveal what was hidden underneath. A perfect position to rut in, a prime opportunity to alleviate the ache building in your cunt, but you refused to admit or show the desire to do so in his presence.

You'd have to take care of it yourself later in the evening like always. The objective of walking out of this intense situation was your concern at the moment, and so you lifted your head to stare at him, hopefully.

“What I said earlier…” you trailed off as Alastor hummed, a low crackle coating the noise as he brought a hand to rest under his chin. You watched as he leaned back, utterly relaxed, waiting for you to continue.

The smirk on his face annoyed you, a clear sign he either found your flustered state inconsequential or laughable. It wouldn't be abnormal for Alastor to react that way; it was his nature, and your fire little crush on him wouldn't change that.

I might as well get this over with…

Your face fell into a pout, hands raising to hug your arms to ease the goosebumps rising on your skin. “What I said earlier was in the heat of the moment. You're my master, and I see you as nothing more..”

The lie stung your tongue as it slipped off, gaze hardening to mask the disappointment felt in yourself for doing so.

Alastor remained silent; an elongated beat of anticipation hung above you both, growing denser as his predatory red eyes bore into yours. “I see,” he muses, voice low and thoughtful, but his smile strained.

“You feel nothing for me at all, my dear?”

You nod timidly, counting the seconds until he lets you off his lap and allows you to leave, “Nothing at all.” You repeat, gulping a whimper down as his free hand kneads the fat of your hips. “I'm not sure I believe that, darling. You’ll need to prove it to me.”

Your eyes widen, your tummy backflips, and your hands ball into tight fists as panic sets into your bones.

He couldn't be serious?!…

“W-what? How am I supposed to do that?!” you whined defiantly, frustrated with the stag and unbearably antsy.

Now, he was toying with you. Like always, you didn't deem that fair on his part -as if he ever played by any rules.

Alastor cocked his head to the side, “Oh, I think you're well aware of how sweetheart. It's truly a matter of what you prove to me by the end.” The commotion of radio static overlapped his voice heavily, emphasizing his hidden command with demonic prowess, and your body buzzed with unbridled fear at the sound.

What the hell is he talking about?..

Wait…

Within seconds, your brain caught up to his implication, and your hips instinctively bucked forward. Embarrassment crept up your spine, written all over your face as the overload chuckled at the impulsive action.

It would help if you had forced yourself up; you should've put up more of a fight as his hand on your hip lowered to slip under your skirt and up your inner thigh. It would help if you had leaped away, ran, or done anything to distance yourself and Alastor.

Yet, all you could manage was a soft, “Please don't..” as he touched you, but your plead received no compliance. Your body betrayed your consciousness; arousal pooled on his deft digits as he pushed two past your lace panties and straight into your eager cunt. The unusual invasion had your walls clamping down hard, spasming with need as he roughly curled his clawed fingers forward, and you yelped in shock at the immediate assault of your sweet spot. You weren't accustomed to being stretched by anyone else besides yourself, used to your fingers, but constantly thinking of having Alastor’s inside of you instead.

He was anything but a gentle demon, so you'd conclude that he'd be brutal in bed, but it still overwhelmed you. “You're not convincing me very well, little one.” his free hand found your face, clutching it tight as he dragged your head up to pull you closer. You whimpered as his nails pricked your soft skin, adding to the mix of agony and amazement you felt while he stretched your cunt in an unpredictable pattern.

“I. I don't feel anything for you. I’m not lying-ah! Nngh! Mm..” you writhed in his grasp, trying to pull away but only amplifying the friction of his hand against your cunt. Alastor pressed his palm to your clit, dragging a surprised scream from you as he rubbed slow circles on it. You lost it then, mind shutting off as he edged you tirelessly, and the added pressure on your bundle of nerves collided with the fullness his fingers provided.

Alastor hovered his lips above yours, drinking in your sultry whines and bashful moans. The fear never faded from your eyes; battling the lust that threatened to take its place and seeing the conflict in your innocent nature had his blood running hot.

Ruin you.

He wanted nothing more than to chip away at your indifferent demeanor, know just how soft and gullible you could be for him, and figure out how to abuse it until your soulbinding contract extended to ownership of your body.

His cock twitched to life at the thought of fucking you, dumb; hearing you admit over and over again that your affection for him knew no bounds doused his being in pure excitement.

A growl rumbled in Alaster's chest; his antlers grew larger with every desperate moan you let out, and his ears twitched upon hearing them reach a higher pitch.

You were dangerously close to your end, thighs quivering from the force of his hand thrusting against your slippery folds, slick dribbling down your inner thighs, which created an absolute mess on his lap.

“Look where your sweet little lie got you, my dear. Desperate for pleasure and willing to whore yourself out to me to prove a pathetic point..” The coil in your stomach wound tighter as the owner of your soul belittled you; the harsh word should've wounded you and made your senses reignite, but all it achieved was bringing tears to your eyes.

Bit by bit, your self-esteem declined, dulling the pride that ruled your heart and scattering to the furthest parts of your brain as he curled his fingers forward against a spongy sweet spot. “Oh fuck!” you shouted, trying to raise your hips away from him as a dizzying high rushed through your veins, steadying yourself by fisting the lapel of his suit for dear life. Alsstor turned his gaze downward, breathing in the scent of your cum with a pleased him vibrating in his chest as the creamy liquid drenched his hand, “Never imagined a tiny thing like you could make such a mess .” He slowed his pace, milking your cunt for all it was worth, marveling at how much cum he could extract from you with just his touch.

You shivered violently, choking on wanton screams and feeling lightheaded as he continued to stretch your gummy walls. If he didn't let up soon, you'd unravel again, faster than the first time, and so with the last bit of your self-awareness, you slumped forward into his chest before pulling your head to whisper in his ear.

“Wanna feel you, please.. I'll say whatever you wanna hear. Just fill me up, please.” The hold you had on his coat tightened, your claws elongating as a feverish need built in your core again, intensifying as Alastor nipped at your ear. You jolted, whimpering as his fangs drew blood from you, and the roar of white noise died down to allow his average voice clarity as he muttered into your skin. “Begging becomes you, my dear.”

The satisfied laugh he let out burned you, consumed you entirely, and though it felt cruel to hear it, you smiled proudly.

Your desperation pleased him. That was all you cared to know or think of as he withdrew his slender, blackened fingers from your generously stretched entrance. He left you empty, dripping with excitement and purring in his ear for more.

“Mmm, sweet, you are a little one. You should have a taste as well,” Alastor lapped at his hand, tongue lazily running from the heel of his palm to the tip of his claws, savoring your essence with a widening grin before pushing a single-digit pad on your lips. “Mphm,” you whine as you suck, eyes rolling as the mixture of your drool, his saliva, and the lingering residue of your cum dissipates onto your tongue like melting honey. He watched you intently, finding your willingness adorable, “Yes, just like that little one. Give me your all…show me how filthy you can be..”

His praise was enough to make you come again, untouched but gushing as if he'd shoved his fingers back inside you. The blush on your cheeks grew, shy whines spilling past your spit-slick lips, muffled as he replaced his hand with his own. Alastors tongue found yours, forcing it to compete for dominance, though it was apparent you were far from intelligent thought, and you let him explore your mouth as he pleased.

Borboun, blood, & brimstone.

That's what the Radio Demon tasted like, and you greedily accepted one heated kiss after the next, mewling and trembling as he sunk his fangs into your bottom lip. The deliberate pain he inflicted shocked you into a stupor; blood doused your tongue and consequently coated his as well. Alastor groaned in delight as you squirmed against helplessly, fearing the taste of your blood and afraid he'd draw more of it if you didn't break yourself away from him. He let you struggle, pants tightening at his crotch, an almost painful pulse coursing through his cock as your small body tried to peel away from him.

“Careful, little one,” he disconnects the kiss, breath fanning over your swollen lips as he warns you, and fear gets the better of you then.

Alastor could hurt you.

He would if it pleased him.

You'd crossed a line into territory no bound soul should ever do with its captor.

The limits you set not longer applied, thrown to the wind as the stag turned you in his lap, ripping your skirt and panties to shreds with a pass of his claws. You watched the fabric float to the floor at his feet, unconsciously shaking as he snaked his arms around your chest and waist, hugging you close like a puppet tied to his strings. You were exactly that, a frightful little thing who could barely think straight as he reached to undo the front of his pants, pulling his cock free with a heavy growl in your ear.

Your eyes went wide, feeling his length against your Lowe back, warm, throbbing, and not a size you could take in one go -let alone for the first time. “That's not going to fit-,” He rutted against you, silencing your apprehension with a statiky groan, “Nonsense, sweetheart. You've done splendidly for me so far. I know you'll be just fine..” Alastor had lost control of his voice, letting it slip into normalcy as lust clouded his judgment, and the minuscule deviation made you dizzy.

Did you entice him that much to the point he faltered in his persona?

Fascinating.

A shallow giggle left your lips as he mumbled obscenities into your ear, switching between adamant praise and shameless degradation while his shadow tendrils materialized around your thighs. You squealed quietly as they dug into your skin, lifting you off his lap just high enough to hover your count over his cock. “Take a breath, darling,” Alastair whispered, a hint of care in his tone, and you craned your head to give him a curious look, “Why-?! Alastor! Fuck, wait!-” You yelped as his shadows pulled you down onto him with force, knocking the wind out of your chest and gradually splitting your cunt open to fit him entirely.

It hurt like hell, as if you were being ripped down the middle, but as quickly as the agony began, pleasure burned in its wake. Alastair felt it first, antlers doubling my size as his claws dug into your skin and his patience waning thin. Your creamy walls engulfed him deliciously, a feeling he could only describe as heavenly, intensifying with every resistant jut of your hips.

“S’ too much! Al, please,” you cry, out of breath and lightheaded. One glance downward, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to take much more, a small mound already visible in your stomach and your cunt squelching as he shifted underneath you. “Oh, but you feel so divine, little one.” He coos in your ear, growling a curse when you sink on his cock inch by inch, and your hands fly to grip at his larger ones that rest over your breasts and abdomen.

His encouragement rings in your ears like bells, diverting your frenzied doubts long enough for your body to be tense, allowing his shadows to bring you down.

Thank satan, I’m dead already, or this would surely be my end…

Alastor groaned loudly, head tipping back, crackling waves of white noise emitting from him as you took all he had to offer. “Knew you could do it, baby. Fuck, I’m so proud…of you,” the overload drawled lazily, smiling softly as you went weak against him, mindlessly rolling your hips to take him deeper.

To hell with thinking about anything. You found no use for it being stuffed full with no choice of escape.

You thought about him all day.

Did what he asked of you, obediently and without complaint.

Caring for him was bound to happen; craving to know what it felt like to have him all to yourself couldn’t be helped, so why deny this glorious opportunity to quell both desires?

Strings attached or not, you wanted him and couldn’t bear lying about it any longer.

A sick smile etched its way onto your face, spreading wide as you took control of your hips, setting a timid pace to get accustomed to his size. Alastor huffed a laugh, head tucked in your shoulder, fangs nipping at any skin he could reach while you slid up and down his length. It was no easy task for a fragile demoness like yourself, the little strength you had dwindled quicker every time the head of his cock hit your cervix. Yet, you couldn't stop moaning louder, slamming down harder to feel the burning stretch that followed tingles of pleasure as your warm walls committed the very shape of him to memory.

Alastor peered at your face, red eyes glowing as they zeroed in on your twisted expressions—satisfaction, pain, determination, and desperation.

He'd never imagined you to make such faces, used to seeing your usual sweet smile that could melt the coldest heart or the delicate frown you'd present when something didn't go your way. You hid a lot from others, him exceedingly, and he couldn't be you for it.

However, if this is what you looked like, delirious and nearly fucked out, he wouldn't mind seeing you express yourself in his presence.

All that need in your eyes when you levered your head back, the stars in them when he began to meet your tired thrusts with vigorous ones of his own, and the blissful scream you let out in gratitude amounted to a resolution he'd previously set aside.

Owning your soul would never be enough.

No, the radio demon needed a tangible claim to you, a mark of some sort to let every being in hell know your body belonged to him.

“Tell me, do you wish to be mine, Y/n?…” he held your gaze, hands finding your hips to slow the rise of them, and you immediately whined an answer to his question from the loss of friction. “Yes..w-whatever you want from me, I'll g-give it… hmm.” your skin crawled as the knot in your stomach begged to slip free, enduring solid strokes from the demon holding you, shamelessly covering you into another deal.

One that'd leave more than a green chain around your neck.

Alastors ears twitched at your confession, signaling his amusement, but the action went unnoticed by you as he hovered a hand over your chest. “A wise choice, my dear,” he muses, a green glow passing from your palm to the center of your chest, eliciting an intricate sigil on your skin. You glanced down, admiring the distinctive red markings on your skin, and you could only describe the sight as endearing.

He hummed as you clung tighter to him, trying to speak but giving up as he relented his steady strokes to rapid thrusts. Your mouth fell open, back arching away from his chest as you erupted into a fit of high-pitched moans. It crossed your mind for a second that the entirety of hell might hear you, that heaven might very well know his name solely from your screams, but you could care less.

Alastor did not seem to mind either, grunting and growling in your ear lowly. The tremor of his overlay shattering as his cock twit he'd inside you and his grin pulling itself taut as your slippery cunt suffocated it in response. You were close, deathly aware of it too, but intended to last as long as he did.

Intended, but ultimately unsuccessful.

“For the love of- Alastor!” you groaned incredulously, losing your grip on reality as his shadows wrapped around your knees, bringing them in close together before pressing into your chest. The new angle made you feel every vein in his cock, how it fits just right in your womb, how hard it could press into your sweet spot.

It made you delirious within seconds, your horns revealing themselves and nails digging into the back of his hands viciously as your high reached its peak.

“Fuck!” Alastor hissed, disregarding his aversion to cursing while you came, walls holding him in with a vice-like grip. A shaky whine tumbled from you as your essence leaked out, coating his comic in a thick sheen and turning cold as it trickled down your skin.

There was so much of it, more than you were used to, but it made it all the easier for him to continue slamming up into you. “M’ going to come again if you don't stop,” you mumbled dazedly, body going weak as overstimulation raced through it, but Alastor paid your warning no mind. “Then so be it, little one,” he purred, voice more profound than usual as it ran in your head. You smiled mischievously, giddy after coming down from an intense high and on the verge of another as he used you like a ragdoll.

Your delighted giggles stirred Alastor, creating a lethal combination with your unapologetic smile as he chased his release. The red markings on your chest caught his eye, dimly glowing under his scrutiny and a visual reminder to you both what this exchange meant.

You reached a hand up to trace over the sigil on your chest, shivering as he watched your fingertips gingerly graze his binding on you. The docile action drew him over the edge, buried to the hilt inside you as he painted your walls white. You writhed in pleasure, mewling softly as your stomach swelled slightly, and your thighs shook from the intensity of your reaching end in the midst of his.

Alastor inhaled sharply, radio waves humming through the air as he finished, refusing to pull out of you entirely until he was sure you'd taken every drop of his cum. The specters on your legs vanished, leaving you to slump back into his chest, and you considered falling to the floor in fear he'd put you there himself.

You were surprised when he didn't do so, opting to settle his head in the crook of your neck while trying to catch his breath for a moment before sitting straight up again. Alastor let a beat of silence pass, straightening himself up to look decent but not saying a word to you as the air of lust evaporated. You frowned, a little hurt he wasn't speaking, but primarily concerned if you disappointed him.

You went to stand up, head hanging low as you considered what to do or say, but a force tugged you back down into his lap. The mark on your chest stung a bit, only calming when you felt his arm wrap around your waist, “M’ sorry!” you quickly rushed out an apology, afraid of his possible wrath, but he merely chuckled at your sudden fear.

“There's no need to fret, little one. I mean, you no harm from here on out so long as you remain at my side..” the stag emphasized his demand by trailing a hand from the cum induced hump in your abdomen to the etchings on your chest. A timid blush rose in your cheeks as the radio demon hummed melodically, admiring his work on you as he snapped his fingers. The room was no longer stuffy, spacious, and filled with his scent.

Your eyes trailed the expanse of the new view, familiar with it despite only visiting his room once before for a few moments. It felt cozier than you remembered, or maybe exhaustion was getting to you.

Whatever the case was, you were simply happy to be in his space, perplexed by the arrangement but grateful for it nonetheless. Alastor held you steady in his arms, letting you marvel at the room as he guided you toward the nearest sofa. “You don't have a bed?” you asked him innocently, concerned that he wasn't getting proper rest, but he didn't seem to be bothered by your questioning.

“I'm not one to rest often, my dear.” he sat you down on the plush couch, smile softening as you stared up at him, ears flattening while worry clouded your tired eyes. “How do you not sleep, Alastor? Aren't you ever tried?..” you looked him up and down, blushing as he laughed, “Are you always this curious, little one, or does your special interest in me make you bolder than usual?”

“N-no, it's just that…” you paused, watching as he summoned himself to change clothes, doing the same for you with a wave of his hand. Alastor took his time addressing, waiting for you to continue explaining with a knowing smile plastered on his face.

You avoided staring at him as he changed, catching a glimpse of scars on his body as he slipped on a white dress shirt, and you swore it looked just as good on him as the red and black one he always wore did.

“Don't keep me waiting, doll. Speak.” He scolded, amused by your stalling but not a fan of unfinished sentences. You gulped, becoming skittish as his command hung in the air, but complying within seconds

“I just hoped to spend a little more time with you. Besides what we just…” you couldn't put it into words, biting your tongue at the recent memory, and you half expected Alastor to disregard your implication, but he did nothing of the sort.

“The seal I've placed on you won't allow you to leave my side unless I explicitly give my permission. If you're asking to stay the night with me, I can assure you I've already decided you'll do so.”

You blinked, smiling wide as he rested a hand on your head, petting you just as he'd done in the hotel lobby.

“I don't think I'd ever want to leave your side anyway,” you mumbled absentmindedly, leaning into his touch as he crouched down to be eye level with you, “So, it's settled then. You'll need no one else besides me, correct?”

You nod, eyes lighting up with pure submission, “Yes, sir.”

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Someone said Alastor stands when he sleeps and just stares at a wall in his room and I think that's fucking haliarous. Imagine walking in on him sleeping and he literally flinches from shock and falls backward on his ass cause he doesn't realize he's fallen asleep until someone startles him. In all honesty he is me and I'm him cause I don't sleep either. ❤️

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He’s so…corny but fucking cute so I’ll let it slide THIS TIME… also I love it when his eyes narrow like oh my god yes glare at meeee silly red takes mann! ❤️ credit to creator!

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CHARLOTTE SALOMON. LEBEN? ODER THEATER? Nur noch bis So, 10. September 2023 Falls Sie die eindrucksvollen Gouachen von "Charlotte Salomon. Leben? oder Theater?" im Kunstbau noch nicht gesehen haben, sollten Sie schnell vorbeischauen: Die Ausstellung endet am 10. September. Am Mittwoch, 9. August, trifft sich der Lesekreis zu Charlotte Beradts "Das Dritte Reich des Traums" ein letztes Mal um 18.30 Uhr. Kommen Sie gerne dazu! 18.30–20 Uhr Kostenlos 1,5 Stunden Treffpunkt: im Garten. Die Veranstaltung ist kostenfrei. Die Zahl der Teilnehmer*innen ist auf 30 begrenzt, bitte melden Sie sich per E-Mail an. Um 21h sprechen wir in der Gegensprechanlage auf Radio Lora92,4 dazu - und zu den aktuellen Entwicklungen heute! NACHZUHÖREN Der Hausverein in der Wörth8, die auf eure Direktkredite hoffen, um ihr Haus zu kaufen, eine gute Sicherheit für die Zukunft! Gegensprechanlage zum Foodhub-Verein, Sendung am 12.7.23 nachzuhören Als Mit-BesitzerIn des Bio-Supermarktes in der Deisenhoferstr. 40 bis du natürlich Mitglied in der Genossenschaft, aber es gibt auch einen Verein, der die dazu passende Bildungsarbeit organisieren will ... Direktvermarktung, Ernährungswissen, Kochkünste und Preisgestaltung, wir haben enorm viele Fachgebiete ... Am 12. Juli '23 stellen wir den Verein vor, der die Bildungarbeit um die Bio- Supermarkt- Genossenschaft http://foodhub-muenchen.de macht ... Meine Gäste zum Thema Spekulation waren wohl alle völlig erschöpft. die Schäftlarnstraße ist Spekulationsobjekt geworden. Sie sind noch nicht so weit wie der Hausverein in der Wörth8, die auf eure Direktkredite hoffen, um ihr Haus zu kaufen, eine gute Sicherheit für die Zukunft! ... von der kommenden Demo zum Polizeiaufgaben -Gesetz am Samstag berichten, zu Bogenhausen und Drag-Demos, vielleicht zur Krachparade, mit dem Kreativkollektiv Point of no Return PONR 30 Jahre Lora - Sommerfest am 8. Juli mit Workshops und Kennenlernen der Redaktionen, Platz für MusikerInnen und C

höre, und die Musik von Rolf Schwendter spielen, auch zu Robert Jungk, die Aiwanger-Söder-Gruber-Veranstaltung vom vergangenen Wochenende ist (zurecht) in aller Munde. Christian Springer hat dazu seinen Kommentar abgegeben. Mit dem nachstehenden Link kommt man direkt zum empfehlenswerten Video: https://youtu.be/09t3D3eWW7o ZUM SCHLUSS: EIN ZITAT VON PAULO FREIRE. „In einem guten demokratisch-pädagogischen Umfeld lernt der Schüler aufgrund seiner eigenen Erfahrung, dass seine Neugierde und seine Freiheit zwar Grenzen haben, sie jedoch permanent erfahren werden wollen.“ (Freire, Paulo: Pädagogik der Autonomie. Notwendiges Wissen für die Bildungspraxis. Übersetzt von Ivo Tamm in Koop. mit Dirk Oesselmann und Peter Schreiner. Münster 2008: Waxmann. S. 78) "Same old Song": Material Girl mit JJ Jones am 24.5. ab 21h auf lora924.de

ausnahmsweise getauscht, weil Bernhard in Urlaub ist: LEBT MADONNA NOCH IN EINER MATERIELLEN WELT? Eine Nacht. Ein Lied. Viele Live Bands. JJ Jones und seine eingeladene musikalische Gäste feiern die Wiederholung in allen Facetten. Ein Ritual der Popkultur, wo zu viel nie genug ist. Regelmäßig ab 20h im http://Milla-Club.de Holzstr.28: Aber wer ist JJ Jones? Mitfragen ... und vormerken: Nächster Termin ist der 28. Oktober, knapp vor Holloween - nachzuhören Karin Sommer, eine Kennerin seines vielseitigen Schaffens, führt uns durch's Programm. Sie stellt JJ Jones vor, was er mit der Villa Waldberta, dem Künstlerhaus der Stadt München in Feldafing zu tun hat mit dem Format und welche anregenden Stipendiaten auch dabei waren Dazu ein Hinweis auf das Dafka-Doneff-Duo mit Dine, der am Wochenende 2 Tage lang Veranstaltungen macht, und Maria, ... Gerd Baumann / Rosenmüller "Sommer in Orange", Dachau Bigband, Edelrost, Bibelsongs, Zukunftspläne Gegensprechanlage am 10. Mai um 21h zu Haus- und Wohnprojekten nachzuhören Mit Unterstützer*innen der Wörth8! Ein Haus, das gemeinsam von den Mietern und vielen Unterstützern gekauft werden soll: Leg hier dein Beton-Geld an! "Seit unserem letzten Newsletter vor 6 Wochen hat sich einiges getan. Inzwischen haben wir 57% der für den Kauf benötigten Summe beisammen. Dafür ein riesengroßes Dankeschön! Der Verein Wörth8 e.V. ist jetzt offiziell eingetragen und wir sind dabei die Wörth8 Haus GmbH notariell bestätigen und eintragen zu lassen. Unsere Öffentlichkeitsarbeit ist wieder voll in Fahrt: Am Osterwochenende waren wir ganz groß in der TAZ taz.de/Haeuserkampf-in-Muenchen vertreten, vergangene Woche beim Bayerischen Rundfunk in der Abendschau www.ardmediathek.de/video/abendschau-der-sueden/das-ist-unser-haus Wir haben unsere Initiative auf der Bürgerversammlung Haidhausen vor vielen Politiker*innen und Bürger*innen vorgestellt, haben uns beim Mieter*innenstammtisch vernetzt und mit vielen Leuten gesprochen, die wie wir um ihr Haus kämpfen. Durch all diese Öffentlichkeitsarbeit und dem Wohlwollen von euch Unterstützer*innen haben wir inzwischen über 1.8 Mio EUR an Absichtserklärungen beisammen. In den nächsten Wochen wollen wir uns noch sichtbarer machen im Viertel und der Stadt und weitere Unterstützer*innen gewinnen, die mit uns den "Leuchtturmbau zu Haidhausen" (siehe Artikel in der Bayerischen Staatszeitung .woerth8.de/assets/pdf/Staatsanzeiger errichten wollen. Am 2. Mai werden wir mit einem Infostand am Weißenburger Platz sein. Unser ursprünglich für April geplanter Aktionstag in der Wörthstr. 8 wird am 6. Mai ab 14 Uhr stattfinden. Vor dem Haus wird es einen Infostand geben. Im und aus dem Haus heraus Musik (monobob). Dazu Informationen über das Projekt und das Mietshäuser-Syndikat, eine Fotoausstellung im Treppenhaus, Getränke und ein Buffet in Hinterhof. Kommt gerne vorbei! Eure Absichtserklärungen bilden ein starkes Fundament. Dennoch bedarf es wohl noch einige Wochen, um die Finanzierung zu sichern. Deswegen weiterhin die Bitte an euch, die ihr unser Projekt kennt und schätzt: sagt es weiter, teilt es über eure Kanäle, wir brauchen noch viel mehr Unterstützer*innen wie euch! Wir sind derzeit sehr zuversichtlich und hoffen, bald mit dem Eigentümer ganz konkret werden zu können und bis Ende des Sommers gemeinsam mit euch unser Ziel zu erreichen! Herzliche Grüße aus der Wörthstraße 8 !" - und wohl auch Infos aus der Görzer Ramersdorf Bericht und Pläne für das Wohnprojekt zum Gemeinwohlwohnen, zu Wohngenossenschaften wie Kooperative Grossstadt Koogro und vielleicht auch zum Projekt um das demnächst frei werdende alte Justizzentrum in der Nymphenburgerstraße: abbrechenabbrechen.de

Wörthstr. 8 Haidhausen historisch Am 12.4.23 war mit Micaela Czisch, Künstlerin und Projektleitung beim ZIRKEL für kulturelle Bildung e.V. hier NACHZUHÖREN Heldenreisen sind ein Grundmuster aller alten Geschichten und Märchen vieler Kulturen, nach denen auch viele Erzählungen, Filme und Theaterstücke aufgebaut sind: * Du hörst oder spürst einen Ruf - aufzubrechen Du merkst sofort einen Widerstand: Zu früh, noch nicht, warum ich, ich bin noch zu klein / unerfahren / müde … Es beginnt, in dir zu gären: Ich muss / will nicht / kann nicht / soll / will? Du drehst dich um und schläfst weiter. * Es beginnt schon wieder … So 23.4. um 19h im Lihotzky, Fritz-Winter-Str. 14 zu erleben: Mit den “Helden” auf Forschungsreise ins eigene Selbst “Helden” – Ein packendes Jugend-Theaterstück mit viel Musik über die Frage: Was ist ein Held? Für Jugendliche ab 12 Jahren und neugierige Erwachsene; ab etwa 17h im Gemeinschaftsraum nebenan Informationen zum Gemeinwohlwohnen, dazu folgt dann eine Gegensprechanlage am 10. Mai v=yDObkOvTZnA Podcast, in dem ich über die Ideen, Projekte und Methoden des ZIRKEL spreche: Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/episode/6eC96GRddEM0tbLobqca3k Apple Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/de/podcast/tiefer-einsteigen/id1656105157?i=1000602344914 Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.co.uk/podcasts/ddba3409-da01-4afd-9ba5-bac36e1001a7/episodes/85c64e1d-dbd2-48fd-a675-a52ea92651a3/tiefer-einsteigen-micaela-czisch-wie-knnen-kunst-und-kreativitt-wirken Player FM (ohne Abo möglich): https://player.fm/series/tiefer-einsteigen/micaela-czisch-wie-konnen-kunst-und-kreativitat-wirken Podcast.de: https://www.podcast.de/episode/604023391/micaela-czisch-wie-koennen-kunst-und-kreativitaet-wirken Radio Read the full article

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