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notafraidofredyellowandblue · 8 months

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Berlin public prosecutor announcement 2023-08-29

always good to have the info from the source 🌺

"Pressemitteilung: Ermittlungsverfahren gegen Rammstein-Sänger eingestellt

Pressemitteilung vom 29.08.2023

Die Staatsanwaltschaft Berlin hat ein gegen Till Lindemann, den Sänger der Band „Rammstein“, geführtes Ermittlungsverfahren wegen des Verdachts der Begehung von Sexualdelikten wie auch Verstößen gegen das Betäubungsmittelgesetz eingestellt. Die Auswertung der verfügbaren Beweismittel – vor allem der Presseberichterstattung, die sich auf anonyme Hinweisgeberinnen und Hinweisgeber bezieht, wie auch der ergänzenden Vernehmung von Zeuginnen – hat keine Anhaltspunkte dafür erbracht, dass der Beschuldigte gegen deren Willen sexuelle Handlungen an Frauen vorgenommen, diesen willensbeeinflussende oder -ausschaltende Substanzen verabreicht oder gegenüber minderjährigen Sexualpartnerinnen ein Machtgefälle ausgenutzt hat, um diese zum Geschlechtsverkehr zu bewegen.

Die Ermittlungen waren aufgrund von Anzeigen Dritter in Zusammenhang mit Presseberichterstattung eingeleitet worden. Die in der Presseberichterstattung wiedergegebenen Angaben von Zeuginnen und Zeugen haben sich durch die Ermittlungen nicht bestätigt.

Mutmaßliche Geschädigte haben sich bislang nicht an die Strafverfolgungsbehörden gewandt, sondern ausschließlich – auch nach Bekanntwerden des Ermittlungsverfahrens – an Journalistinnen und Journalisten, die sich ihrerseits auf ihr Zeugnisverweigerungsrecht berufen haben. Die Möglichkeit, etwaige Tatvorwürfe ausreichend zu konkretisieren, bestand daher ebenso wenig wie die, einen Eindruck von der Glaubwürdigkeit der mutmaßlichen Geschädigten und der Glaubhaftigkeit ihrer Angaben im Rahmen von Vernehmungen zu gewinnen.

Die Angaben der Zeugin Kyla Shyx, die zunächst über „Youtube“ Vorwürfe erhoben hatte, blieben in den Vernehmungen zu unkonkret – zumal die Zeugin jedenfalls kein eigenes Erleben strafrechtlich relevanter Vorfälle schildern konnte. Die von ihr geschilderten Umstände stellten entweder Rückschlüsse aus Beobachtungen dar oder sind ihr von anderen geschildert worden. Andere von der Zeugin benannte Personen sollen entweder schon nichts strafrechtlich Relevantes beobachtet haben oder wurden nicht hinreichend identifizierbar benannt und konnten auch durch die weiteren polizeilichen Ermittlungen nicht namhaft gemacht werden. Eine unmittelbare Vernehmung war daher nicht möglich.

Zu dem aus den Medien bekannten Vorfall zum Nachteil der sich als Shelby Lynn bezeichnenden Person im Umfeld des Konzerts der Band Rammstein in Vilnius am 22. Mai 2023 haben die litauischen Behörden die Einleitung eines Ermittlungsverfahrens abgelehnt. Der Staatsanwaltschaft Berlin lagen Unterlagen der litauischen Behörden vor. Diese wurden ausgewertet. Auch hier ergaben sich keine konkreten tatsächlichen Anhaltspunkte für Sexualstraftaten durch den Beschuldigten. Die Herkunft eines Hämatoms allein lässt jedenfalls weder einen Rückschluss auf eine solche Tat noch auf einen bestimmten Beschuldigten zu. Zu dem Ergebnis eines von der Zeugin selbst veranlassten Drogentests wurden widersprüchliche Angaben übermittelt, das Ergebnis selbst lag nicht vor. Auch im Übrigen ergaben sich aus den Unterlagen keine Hinweise auf eine etwaige unfreiwillige Einnahme von Betäubungsmitteln oder nicht einvernehmlichen Geschlechtsverkehr bzw. sexuelle Handlungen im widerstandsunfähigen Zustand.

Der in der Presseberichterstattung dargestellte Vorwurf des sexuellen Missbrauchs von Jugendlichen über eine junge Frau, die vermeintlich als 15-Jährige (kurz vor Vollendung des sechzehnten Lebensjahres) eine sexuelle Beziehung mit dem Beschuldigten eingegangen sein will, konnte ebenfalls nicht erhärtet werden. Denn auch diese Zeugin blieb anonym und konnte deshalb nicht vernommen werden.

Strafrechtlich relevante Anhaltspunkte für Verstöße gegen das Betäubungsmittelgesetz liegen nicht vor.

Gegen die Tourmanagerin war aufgrund von Medienberichten wegen des vermeintlichen Zuführens junger Frauen bei Konzerten in den Backstagebereich Anzeige erstattet worden. Insoweit haben sich ebenfalls keine Anhaltspunkte für ein strafrechtlich relevantes Verhalten ergeben. Das gegen sie geführte Verfahren wurde daher in gleicher Weise eingestellt."

googly translated

"Press Release: Preliminary proceedings against Rammstein singer closed

Press release from 08/29/2023

The public prosecutor's office in Berlin has dropped an investigation against Till Lindemann, the singer of the band "Rammstein", on suspicion of committing sexual offenses and violations of the Narcotics Act. The evaluation of the available evidence - above all the press reports that refer to anonymous whistleblowers, as well as the additional questioning of witnesses - has not produced any indications that the accused has carried out sexual acts on women against their will, administered deactivating substances or exploited a power imbalance towards underage sexual partners in order to persuade them to have sex.

The investigations were initiated on the basis of advertisements by third parties in connection with press reports. The statements made by witnesses in the press reports have not been confirmed by the investigations.

Alleged victims have so far not contacted the law enforcement authorities, but only - even after the investigation became known - to journalists, who in turn have invoked their right to refuse to give evidence. There was therefore just as little opportunity to substantiate any allegations sufficiently as to gain an impression of the credibility of the alleged victims and the credibility of their statements during interrogations.

The statements made by the witness Kyla Shyx, who had initially made allegations via "Youtube", remained too vague in the interrogations - especially since the witness was unable to describe her own experience of criminally relevant incidents. The circumstances she described represent either conclusions from observations or have been described to her by others. Other persons named by the witness are said to have either not observed anything relevant under criminal law or were not named in a sufficiently identifiable manner and could not be named through the further police investigations either. A direct interrogation was therefore not possible.

The Lithuanian authorities have refused to initiate investigations into the incident known to the media against the person who identified himself as Shelby Lynn around the concert by the band Rammstein in Vilnius on May 22, 2023. The Berlin public prosecutor had documents from the Lithuanian authorities. These were evaluated. Here, too, there were no concrete factual indications of sexual offenses by the accused. In any case, the origin of a hematoma alone does not allow any conclusions to be drawn about such an act or about a specific suspect. Contradictory information was provided on the result of a drug test arranged by the witness herself, but the result itself was not available.

The allegation of sexual abuse by young people, presented in the press reports, about a young woman who allegedly had entered into a sexual relationship with the accused when she was 15 (shortly before turning sixteen) could not be substantiated either. Because this witness also remained anonymous and could therefore not be questioned.

There are no criminally relevant indications of violations of the Narcotics Act.

The tour manager was accused of allegedly leading young women backstage at concerts due to media reports. In this respect, there were also no indications of criminally relevant behavior. The proceedings against her were therefore discontinued in the same way."

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So indeed, no criminal behavior has been proven and the case is dropped ❤️

#rammstein allegations #press release #berlin public prosecutor #rammstein

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unenomainen · 11 months

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Istg i'm gonna kill someone if i have to go to work tmr 🔪🔪🔪

#ok so. a coworker was sick today #and she also has a shift tmr #the same coworker was also sick last saturday so i'm a bit like. press x to doubt #like who gets sick twice within a week and yet she was fine all week apparently 🤨 really sus if you ask me #if she calls in sick one more saturday i personally would just assume she's not actually sick just doesn't wanna work saturdays 🤷‍♀️#which is like okay whatever but then don't apply for a job where your shifts might be any day of the week????? dbdbsbsb #today was fucking brutal we had like 50 arrivals #which is A Lot considering we only have 178 rooms 🤪#most ppl bc of the rammstein concert i presume #(lowkey doxxing myself here lmfaoooo but i presume most hotels in the capital region are full/almost full this weekend bc of rammstein)#(so it's not like you could track down the specific hotel i work in based on that alone)

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stoned-ratpack · 1 year

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I love having family and friends press shuffle on my Rammstein playlist and I then judge them based on the song they get because you can get hilarious moments like my lesbian mom getting the gay song after she hit shuffle

#she pressed shuffle and it played Mann Gegan Mann and I had to take a moment to laugh before explaining why I was laughing till I was crying #rammstein

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cntloup · 2 months

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18+ MDNI König x Fem!Reader

He barely gets out of his gear when he returns home, so desperate, so needy for his precious bunny, his mind clouded with thoughts of you the whole way back from deployment.

As soon as his eyes land on you, he lifts you up and props you on his shoulder and walks straight to the bedroom.

He tells you to just lie back and look pretty for him and you obey like a good girl, so pliant and obedient for him.

You start drooling at the sight of him, rubbing your thighs together as the heat pooling up between your legs starts to get almost unbearable, your pussy soaked in your slick, desperately weeping for his cock.

His mask and uniform are still on while he spreads your legs, revealing your glistening pussy to him, "So schön, mein Liebling." he coos, unbuckling his belt and taking his throbbing cock out.

He lines himself up between your legs, too desperate and needy to prep you.

His leaking tip teasingly rubs along your folds as your body trembles with anticipation.

He eases himself into you. Your mouth forms an o shape and a gasped-out moan falls out at the wide stretch of your unprepped walls.

His body shivers at the feeling of your warm walls finally engulfing his needy cock, "So süß!" he grunts out.

He positions you into mating press, his full body weight pressed against you so you can’t move an inch, fully locked in beneath him, strong muscular arms keeping your legs wide open for him.

He starts moving without letting you adjust, making you gasp and whine in pain which soon begins to subside as the pleasure takes over.

Your soaking wet pussy is crammed with his fat cock and you let out a loud moan at the aching pleasure.

He slides in and out of your tight hole at a punishing pace, ramming his girthy shaft into your needy cunt.

You mewl and whimper desperately beneath him, tightly grasping his shoulder, nails digging into the flesh through the cloth.

His tip strokes your cervix with each harsh thrust, pubic hair tickling your clit and hefty balls slamming against your ass.

Tears prickle the corner of your eyes, “Ahh, yes, yess, Kö! F-feels so good, baby!” you moan out as he hits that sweet spot deep inside you repeatedly.

“That’s right, Schatz! So verdammt eng!” He pants and grunts into your ear as he fucks you into the mattress, his breath hot on your neck.

You look at his masked face through your fluttering watery lashes as he splits you open on his fat cock, his blue eyes darkened with lust.

"Du bist so schön, mein Engel." he grunts out and your sensitive walls flutter around his length.

“Du magst es, Baby!” he chuckles at how responsive your pussy is to him.

Your high-pitched moans drift into the air, turning into hiccupped breathy whimpers after a while as he knocks the air out of your lungs, and mix with his low growls and the sound of slick and your pussy squelching.

He moans in sheer pleasure when your pulsating walls tighten around him, “Komm für mich, Liebling.” he whispers in your neck, chest heaving against yours, his uniform rubbing on your sensitive perky nipples.

Your mind goes numb and your eyes roll to the back of your head at the sweet sensation of his thick veiny cock dragging along your sensitive walls as he brings you to a state of pure euphoria.

Your mouth hangs open in a silent cry, your legs shaking. Your seeping puffy pussy clenches tightly around his meaty cock, milking him dry as he reaches his own high and a deep groan leaves his mouth as you both cum at the same time.

He spills his seed inside your womb, pumping into you a few more times, making you whine at the overstimulation, "Sorry, Schatz! Not gonna waste even a drop!"

You're both panting heavily, coming down from your highs. He lifts up the mask and kisses your lips so lovingly as if he didn’t just fucking destroy you.

“Ich liebe dich.” he whispers against your lips, “Ich liebe dich auch, Kö.” you reply with a content smile, still lost in a haze.

A/N: please excuse my broken German :')

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥

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erajoie07 · 4 months

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Everything of mine is yours : Jack Reacher (2022) x fem reader

Warning: smut all the way. Today is December 24. Merry Christmas Eve!

Reacher is sitting near the laptop watching some series on his account when YN in just his large shirt and short cyclings waltzes in the room. She walks to the drawer and opens the lower one to grab a bag exposing her thighs and to his surprise a blue underwear that blatantly shows him her cupped cunt. She may not see the boner bulging already in his pants but he grabs his phone and pretends to type when she approaches him.

“Where did you get my shirt?” Reacher points the black Rammstein printed shirt, “Been looking for that. I thought where I last placed it.”

YN playfully tugs the shirt behind her, “It was in my laundry basket. Besides touch move, it's mine now so you can't have it anymore.”

Reacher is surprised, “Wow! So my extra phone case is yours, my large black jacket is yours, and now my Rammstein shirt is yours. Great work, YN!” He ends it sarcastically facing her and giving his arms in the air.

“Well I can make up to you...” she climbs between his thighs and lowering herself on his bulge. “That bulge ain't going anywhere but my cunt.”

Reacher lifts the hem upwards displaying her red underwear where he can see it cupping her pussy. His hand goes under and hugs it in his large hand, “Touch move, sweetheart, this is mine now.”

YN moans when Reacher rubs circles with his thumb. Reacher unbuckles his belt and reaches for his hardening cock lined with pre-cum on his hot head. “Rub yourself on my thigh, sweetheart.” He orders and grips his cock hard stroking it slowly. YN scoots back a little and braces on his arms. She starts slow, grinding her clothed pussy on that rough denim he has on. Reacher removes his shirt, holding tight on her waist. A wet spot forms where she grinds and the harder she goes the louder her moans fill the room. YN grinds her clit on the fabric and she reaches inside her shirt.

“Fuck, I'm so-" she removes her shirt over head and throws it somewhere. Reacher is shocked seeing her full breasts on display, stroking his cock faster.

“You are the death of me, sweetheart.” He groans half-sweetly massaging her breasts.

YN moans, “I'm going to-” shutting her eyes as she chases her high, grinding on it faster. Then in a second, she slows down momentarily and she halts. Reacher lifts her close to his cock, pushing her underwear to the side. YN lines his cock on the entrance before sinking in slowly. YN's breath hitches as she sinks it to the hilt in her warm pussy. Reacher groans when he feels the tight walls of her pussy. “Fuck is this pussy tight, sweetheart.”

YN begins to roll her hips on his cock. If not by a late chance, Reacher presses his lips near her jaw down the sides of her neck, sucking the skin in the crook of her neck. Unsatisfied, he grabs her breast while he suckles on the other. As if she would run, he kneads her ass while smushing his face between her breast.

“Ride me now, sweetheart,” Reacher voices out atop the lust and heavy need aching in the walls of his cock stuffed in her pussy. She raises her hips holding on to Reacher as she delivers a kiss to his lips, looking at his eyes filled with utter need to be satiated. YN maintains a pace on his cock flexing her ass where he could see through the mirror behind her. He caresseses the smooth skin of her back grazing his fingertips.

“You're such a good girl for me, sweetheart. Riding for me like that.”

“Shut up with those, so cringe.”

Reacher laughs and she follows, “Keep it real then.” He reaches for her hair and takes a grip on it. He wraps his other arm around her, keeping her close to his as YN hastens her pace. He observes the way she would shut her eyes and open her mouth thinking that she is close and he is too.

“YN, my beautiful girl,” Reacher brings a strand behind her ear.

“I'm coming,”

“I'm close"

With one final land, their orgasms come and the high drops easily. YN drops her head on his toned pecs.

He rubs her forearm as they both steady their breathing.

“Everything of mine is yours, YN. And you are mine.” He presses a kiss on her head.

They end up cockwarming and a spoiled series.

#alan ritchson #ritchson #jack reacher #the reacher #reacher #reader x character #x reader #reader insert #smut #lemon fic #lemon #smutty fic #smutty

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sopiao · 9 months

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König and Ghost fight (kinda) for reader’s attention. Both wanting to listen to music with you. But it fails. (:3_/ )\_

( ^^^ can’t tell if you can see but it’s a little guy laying down :))

(Callsign will be ‘Shark’ :D)

Cellphones, tablets, iPods. Anything that’s a cellular or digital device is prohibited from being brought into any military base. For precautions, maybe information can be slipped or recorded, so naturally there will be rules. But somehow, Captain Price has persuaded and assured that Shark is a good soldier, one of his best and won’t leak or record information. Plus you don’t even care about all that.

So you got to have a cassette player, but only could bring a total of 2 cassette players. So they had to think long and hard of what they could bring, what they would listen to on their free time, training, and on missions, occasionally.

Shark settled on one tape of relaxing noises to help you sleep at night, a mix of soft rain and thunder, 6hz theta waves, and fire cracking. The other tape is more upbeat and energizing music. Rammstein, Rob Zombie, Nine Inch Nails, Godsmack, and Limp Bizkit.

(If you don’t like or listen to any of them, just ignore this and replace it with your music taste ;3)

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Currently, the group were driving back from a isolated town, back to a safe house where they’ll be picked up and back to base. To rest and recover to get ready for the next mission. Soap was laid out on the farthest back seat, snoozing away, snoring every so often.

Price and Gaz were in the front, Price drove while Gaz talked to him to try and keep him focused and awake since it has been a long long night for the team.

Shark was stuck in between Ghost and König. Even though the vehicle was a good size, not too small, it still felt like the three were in a cramped closet. While Soap got a whole row to himself. If only you were fast enough to shotgun. Ghost kept unconsciously man-spreading, pushing your thighs to press up against König’s.

The tall Austrian looked down and saw the small metal box being fidgeted with in your hands. He decided that this would be a good bonding moment, very small and subtle but still intimate in a way.

“Could I listen with you?” König had his hand out, slightly nervous that you’d reject him. But he was a little more comfortable with you than the others since he’s closest with you most.

You were a little self conscious with your music taste. Your parents didn’t really like your taste in songs so you thought that he wouldn’t too. But you still handed him the black wired ear bud.

König had to slouch down a little so the wire wouldn’t stretch or get pulled out. He wasn’t very surprised when he started to get familiar with your music taste. It was very much like you and your music taste.

Ghost had been listening in on the two’s conversation, somewhat conversation, resting his head on the glass beside him, staring off into the forest. Internally cursing at himself that he hadn’t asked Shark that sooner, he always saw them listening to it but never thought to ask to listen with them.

It irked him a little, his eyebrow twitching when he looked over and saw you and König so close, while innocently listening to music.

“You listen to Rammstein?” He asked excitedly when he heard the opening of ‘Mein Teil’ buzz through the earbud. Happy that he found another common interest between the two. He really didn’t expect you to listen to them since their in German and not the most popular.

Ghost continued to listen in on their conversation, pretending that he’s zoned out or possibly snoozing away like the sleepy soldier in the back. Rolling his eyes whenever König spoke.

“Could I- uh.. Rest my head on your shoulder? It kinda hurts my back sitting like this” König explained, a lie, but he thought that since everything has been going well. He gets to share music with you, find out a band you both like, now he’s testing it further, see his limits.

Eyebrows furrowing when his eyes shifted back down at you next to him. Ghost froze when he sees his comrade resting his head against your shoulder. He was practically cuddling you! Well that’s that Ghost saw. He decided enough was enough and he had to fight back.

Tapping your shoulder to get your attention, he spoke in a softer tone.

“What’re ya’ listening to?” Ghost usually took interest in whatever you were doing, but not in your music. It took you by surprise, but you were more than happy to share your taste with him.

“Rob Zombie. You know him?” Shark asked, hoping that he heard of him or that he’s into that kind of music. But even if he wasn’t known for his music, he still directed good movies. So hopefully he’s the type to be into that.

“Never. Could I listen?” Ghost asked, not really thinking straight when he did. Hoping that he could get closer to you, or find out more about you and your interests that he can later look into and research.

It would be weird if you said yes, cause there’s only two ear buds and the other if with König. If you gave him your earbud you wouldn’t be listening to music with either of them.

But if you said no, it would seem like you were favoring König over him. Too awkward to explain to that you couldn’t. You nodded handing him your bud.

Since he was also quite tall he didn’t hunch over like König did. Instead, he slide to the side to get closer to you since in his mind he wouldn’t wanna stretch the wire of the ear buds, and in a subtle way get physical closer to you. His arm on the car seat, around you, while his side was pressed up against you. Practically smothering you with his strong chest.

Now there you were, sat in between two men who thought were sharing music with you but were really sharing music with each other. But neither of them realized it.

Every so often Ghost or König would make a comment or ask a question about the song that’s playing, so you had to make up an answer as to not make it awkward.

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Extra:

Both froze in place when a certain song played on the cassette. One song that you forgot you had on there, CPR by Cupcakke. But since it was only Ghost and König was really listening to music, you hoped that no weird songs would play.

‘I’m here to give you customer service. I save d— by giving it CPR’

They both, at the same time, looked at Shark for a reaction to the song. But of course they both are unaware that their sharing musics with each other. So Shark acted like everything was normal and fine.

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flowerandblood · 5 months

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The Prince and The Fox (7)

[ modern! • Aemond x friend! • female ]

[ warnings: kissing, fluff, swearing ]

[ description: After the events of her childhood, despite her best efforts, her neighbor and the younger brother of her friend Helaena, Aemond, does not want to know her. This state lasts until a house party organized by his older brother, Aegon, during which an incident occurs that will change their relationship forever. Slow burn, angst, toxic ex-Alys, rough Aemond. This is several anon requests combined into one fic. ]

WARNING: The main plot between the characters takes place in high school. Yes, in high school. The belief that teenagers wait with an intimacy when they are in love in high school is ridiculous to me. Aemond and the character here are the same age. Don't ask me how old they are, in my country you are of the age of consent in your first year of high school and an adult in the last year of high school, so if it is more convenient for you, think about it that way and decide for yourself. In this story, I am not following the trail that they are magically friends right away, but how they become friends and what that even means. I'm writing this fic to give the perspective of young, lost people, not adult women who want to see exactly themselves in everything they read. If that's all you expect, this isn't the fic for you.

I don't want whining about this in my comments or asks. I will delete these and block you. You have been warned.

Aemond + Evans Series Moodboard

This is my first story that has its own playlist, but yes! Get in the mood! Story Music Playlist. Song used in this chapter: Rammstein - Du Hast

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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From the day he called her there was a change in him that surprised her. He would come up to her at breaks of his own accord, stand and talk to her, telling her about his day, what he was reading and playing. After what he wrote to her, Alys never spoke to him again and he told her that he felt like a huge stone had fallen off his back.

They often wrote after school, complaining about homework or tests, no longer having the energy to study, tired and discouraged. They usually wrote for hours about nothing, sending each other memes or screenshots of articles they had just read, however, she enjoyed it very much and, most importantly, he enjoyed it too.

They always sat together on the bus listening alternately to his and her playlist. He let her lay her head on his shoulder, himself resting his cheek against her hair.

She knew she was in love with him, had known it for a long time, but she felt that everything was as it should be.

That they were coming closer together in slow, small steps.

He surprised her one day when they were standing at the bus stop. She already knew him enough to feel that he wanted to say something, but as usual he had trouble getting it out. He looked down at his trainers, his hands slipped into the pockets on the front of his black hoodie, his lips tightened.

After a moment, he grunted, not looking at her, she had a feeling his skin was rosier than usual, as if he was hot even though it was cool and unpleasant around them.

"I've been thinking a lot lately." He began, licking his lower lip as if he was carefully analysing the next sentence he wanted to say.

"I…em-well." He paused, as if he had lost the thought. She glanced at him with sympathy seeing how difficult this was for him.

"I figured if you wanted to, I don't know, hold my hand sometimes, or do some other dating shit, I wouldn't mind." He choked out quickly at last, embarrassed, his nostrils moving in an anxious breath, he wasn't looking at her.

She blinked, feeling herself blush, a hot sensation spread throughout her body, a pleasant tickle in her belly. She pressed her lips together, lowering her gaze, embarrassed.

Was he just telling her that he was ready to take things a step further?

That he wanted something more than friendship?

"Okay." She said softly, not knowing what else to add, as stunned by it all as he was, it seemed to her that she had never felt anything like it before in her life.

As usual they sat on the bus together, but this time she had the feeling that he had specially pressed himself tighter against her with his arm, his knee touching hers.

She was hot with emotion so she had to pull her jacket off, and as she returned to her previous position, she placed her hand gently on his.

He looked at her surprised and swallowed loudly, his cheek immediately pressed against her hair as she laid her head on his shoulder, his pleasant scent filling her lungs.

She felt him intertwine their fingers, his Adam's apple waved as he swallowed hard again, his thumb stroking her skin gently in a gesture of such immense tenderness that she felt emotional.

She didn't dare hold his hand as they walked down the shool corridor, she was afraid of malicious comments towards him from others, she knew he only dreamed of sitting in his shadow and never coming out of it.

However, he would sit next to her on the floor during breaks, listening to music with her on his headphones, he made her really like Rammstein, they often listened to her favourite song 'Du Hast'. He would sometimes send her great recordings of their concerts, which she watched with blazing eyes in bed in her bedroom.

What pleased Helaena most about their closeness was that she could spend time with both of them at the same time without fear of conflict.

They often played online games together on the PlayStation, something she hadn't done much before but had become addicted to because of them, also joining in remotely with them via her laptop when she couldn't see them.

She wrote him back quickly without a second thought, knowing that tomorrow was Saturday and she could sit up late with them.

She told her parents where she was going, grabbed a few things to change into thinking that if she stayed up late she would spend the night in Helaena's bed and ran across the street, knocking on their door.

She heard Vhagar's loud, excited barking and then someone's footsteps, Aemond opened it for her and invited her in.

"Hi!" She shouted loudly into the ether looking around for Helaena, she saw him give her a surprised glance, following her into the depths of their living room.

"No…we are alone. Helaena and Aegon have gone off somewhere, my parents are away until Monday." He said looking at her uncertainly, as if he felt he might have inadvertently deceived or confused her in some way.

She blinked, tightening her lips, feeling butterflies in her stomach.

They would be alone.

Like a couple.

"…if you don't want to, then..."

"− no, it's fine. What are we going to play?" She asked pulling her backpack off her back and placing it next to the couch.

They spread out comfortably on the large sofa next to each other with the pads in their hands, browsing through the various online games, unsure of what to play. They usually played as a group of three so they didn't want to continue through the levels Helaena was helping them with.

"How about this?" He asked lowly, opening a preview of a game in which the characters were warriors flying on dragons, fighting in sky battles against other players who were also online. The gameplay was for up to two players.

"Oh, yes, I've always wanted to play this!" She exclaimed excitedly, sliding slightly down in her seat, and he hummed under his breath, starting up the game, waiting for it to load.

They were able to choose their gender, outfits and equipment with great detail and also the appearance of their dragon, so it took them the first hour.

"A bow? Don't you prefer a crossbow?" He asked with some kind of disappointment looking at her choice.

"I want a bow." She burbled undaunted, moving on to her heroine's hair colour and what kind of hairstyle she wanted.

They decided they'd start with training to learn how to control their big sky beasts at all, and it turned out not to be easy to pilot them so that they flew where they wanted, didn't hit each other, and at the same time shoot at their opponent.

"Shit. This is a game for kids aged 12 and up. It shouldn't be that fucking hard." He muttered, clicking the buttons of his pad loudly, as soon as he shot his dragon flew off a bit to the side and the arrow didn't reach his opponent. She sighed loudly at his words.

"We are poor players. I don't know if there is any point in humiliating ourselves by fighting experienced twelve-year-olds who will destroy us after a few seconds." She said amused to watch them both get tired, she heard him chuckle lowly and felt her cheeks blush.

"Yeah. We can check out the exploring cities mode. There are whole maps here. Then the gameplay is about flying to specific points and completing missions." He murmured, quickly clicking something on his pad, switching them from training mode to travel mode.

"Oh, great! I love it!" She said happily, pleased with how nice and detailed the graphics were, their dragons flying side by side and circling over a large, golden city reminiscent of some medieval kingdom.

They played like this for a while, commenting only briefly on what they were doing and the dialogue between the other characters, occasionally getting into fights with someone, but without the control of the dragons it was much easier and they both got caught up in the story. She was surprised and blinked when she suddenly saw him press pause.

She glanced at him questioningly, thinking he had to go to the bathroom or wanted to get himself something to drink, but he just looked at her and slid a little lower on the couch so that their faces were at a similar height.

She could feel the heat in her lower abdomen and her heart beating fast, she felt her cheeks burning, she couldn't hold back a slight embarrassed smile. He hummed under his breath, the corner of his mouth curving upwards involuntarily.

"Wanna kiss?" He asked, and she felt a wave of heat surge through her body, she clenched her thighs together, feeling a pleasant pulsing and tickling between them, she felt like her lungs were filled to the brim.

She nodded her head.

He smiled and reached his hand up to her cheek, his warm, soft, wet lips clinging to hers in a sticky, loud, tender kiss. He pulled away from her for a moment to look at her, and then they embraced and kissed again and again, her hand slipping into his hair, soft and smelling pleasantly of masculine shower gel, she thought with her heart beating hard that he had taken a bath before she came.

She heard him murmur as she felt him reciprocate his kisses, once in a while sucking his lower lip between hers, his hand tightened on the nape of her neck and hugged her tighter, their warm bodies touching.

His hands roamed her cheeks, her hair, her neck and her back and although she felt desire in that touch, it didn't make her uncomfortable, it wasn't intrusive.

She didn't want him to stop.

She felt something begin to happen to her as they both began to breathe loudly, their kisses faster, deeper, more intimate, more greedy, accompanied by the embarrassingly loud sound of their saliva, their fingers pressed painfully tight on their bodies.

"− so pretty −" He breathed out into her mouth and she trembled all over hearing it, feeling as if a pleasant wave of heat had passed through her body, the inside of her core between her thighs pulsed hard, for some reason she felt that she was terribly wet.

"− mhm −" She mumbled only, deepening the kiss thinking only of making sure he didn't stop, that she wanted this, that she wanted him.

That she wanted him to touch her.

He paused for a moment, panting loudly, his nose pressed against her cheek as he felt her take the arm he was embracing her with in her hand and slide it lower, grabbing his wrist.

"− did I do something wrong? −" He whispered in a trembling voice and drew in the air loudly, surprised when she took his hand in hers and gently placed it on her breast covered only by the material of her Tshirt.

"− fuck −" He muttered in shock, involuntarily his fingers tightened tentatively on her soft flesh, she could feel his accelerated breath on her face, that he was looking at what he was doing, where his hand was. "− so soft −"

She felt his words between her thighs, sighing quietly, unable to believe how pleasant it was, how warm and large his hand felt, his touch gentle, full of curiosity, respect and uncertainty.

He kissed her again, still keeping his hand on her breast, kneading it gently, sighing in delight as she struggled to catch her breath, moaning quietly when she felt the tip of his tongue gently brush her upper lip.

"− fuck − mmm −" He hummed quietly, thrusting greedily into her lips, panting loudly along with her, her hand pressed his fingers firmly against her breast forcing him to squeeze her harder and he groaned low right down her throat, her free hand roaming through his hair, his tongue invading deep inside her mouth.

They pulled away from each other, terrified and moved back quickly hearing the sound of a lock being turned and someone's laughter, Aegon talking loudly on the phone.

"She pisses me off, she's always jealous, I don't even get a moment's peace. No, I'm not going back there, I'm already home. Hi little nerds!" He threw them a greeting as he ran up the stairs to the first floor in a few sure strides, and after a moment she heard the sound of his room door closing.

They both swallowed loudly, trying to calm their breathing. She pressed her lips together not believing what had happened, afraid to look at him, not knowing what she should do now. She felt a terrible tension and a throbbing that she didn't know much of what to do about, and she was ashamed to ask him about it, so she just grunted quietly, looking down at her hands.

"Em….so. Shall we keep playing?" He asked in a low, slightly hoarse voice, and she nodded quickly.

They played for a few more hours without saying much, but they sat closer together, their thighs and shoulders touching, she could feel his body with her every move.

Neither of them pulled away, quite the contrary, sometimes when she was waiting for him to move she would lay her head on his shoulder, as she often did on the bus, watching him play and hearing him swallow loudly each time, trying to concentrate on what he was doing.

At some point she felt herself start to fall asleep, it was late but she didn't want to go home. It felt silly to be left without Helaena for the night though and she was afraid that Aegon would tease both him and her later.

That's why she simply laid back in with her face pressed into his neck inhaling his pleasant scent and allowed herself to close her eyes, just for a moment.

"− hey − Foxy − are you asleep? −" She heard him whisper, his warm hand gently stroking her thigh.

"− mmm −" She murmured softly, embracing his arm with her hands, cuddling into him like he was a teddy bear, he was pleasantly warm and smelled of himself, just the way she liked it, it felt good and comfortable. She felt him kiss her cheek a few times.

"Sleep. I'll cover you with a blanket later." He whispered, launching some other game on the pad, apparently a single-player one.

She felt him take his arm from her grasp only to embrace her and hug her close, and she snuggled eagerly into his chest, laying herself comfortably, his cheek resting against the top of her head, all she could hear was the quiet clicking of his pad and the sounds of the game which he had turned down so that she could sleep in peace.

After a while she fell into a deep sleep, squirming in his embrace. Then she felt a sudden emptiness and muttered under her breath discontentedly, searching for him with her hand in the darkness.

She felt someone's lips kissed her hair and stroked her cheek, she smelled his scent, his warm body laid behind her back and embraced her, covering them thoroughly with a warm blanket.

She placed her hands on his intertwining their fingers, his face snuggled into the hollow of her neck, she heard him sigh quietly as if relieved.

She fell asleep.

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joelsbunny · 9 months

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Tunnel Vision ~ König x Fem!Reader

Final Destination ~ Part 1 of the Tunnel Vision series

Summary: You haven't run into the tall, silent König very often during your time in Taskforce 141, so when he starts showing up around every corner, you cant decide if it's for the better or worse.

(lots of fluff, no use of "y/n", slowburn, smut later on ;D)

Between my pumping heart and the heavy music in one earbud, I don’t notice when my solitary workout is stunted by company. It’s only when I glimpse a massive black outline in my periphery that my gait stutters and I nearly trip on the treadmill turning to look. I immediately regret this, however, when my eyes fall onto the large man, whose blue eyes are already peering back into mine. I recoil slightly at his sharp stare, wondering if my near-tumble contributed in any way. Feeling rather warmer than before, I turn my head back to continue jogging. Now, more sensitive to his presence, I hear him shift the weights on the bench press behind me. I try not to feel like I’m being examined with his stare directly behind me.

I’m just working out, why do I feel so nervous? I swallow again and turn up my music through the thin fabric of my leggings, a small attempt to drown out his closeness. However, while my feet keep moving forward, he begins occupying my thoughts too. He’s not in my unit, but I’ve seen him… it would be rather hard not to with his conspicuous mask and rather more conspicuous size. I knew him more closely, however, through the nasty whispers of him that penetrate my team. His call sign is König, at least I think so; Ghost had taken to calling him “Goliath”, which was the kinder of many other nicknames used. I couldn’t discern any obvious reason for the collective dislike amongst my colleagues - KorTac seemed to like him well enough - but he was so quiet, I could hardly discern much about him at all. The murmurs I’d heard that usually accompanied his name had more to do with his viciousness during missions. I found that hard to take seriously when we all had blood on our hands. It’s in the job description, after all.

I’m very suddenly ripped from my thoughts as I hear a loud metallic thud behind me, startling me. I throw my hand out, anxious to avoid tripping again, to grab the handlebar on the treadmill. This was a mistake. In my haste to steady myself, I had caught the wire of my earbuds between my outstretched fingers, tugging my phone from its’ shallow pocket and jerking the cord out in the process. I watch, mortified, as my phone falls to the moving track with a thunk, where it is promptly thrown behind me onto the ground. I silently curse all leggings and their sorry excuses for pockets. Still eager to stay on my feet, I place my feet on either side of the treadmill and turn it off, turning back to snatch my phone. I yelp a little as I nearly walk into König holding my phone, which is still playing the extremely loud music I had been listening to moments before. His unreadable eyes are still locked on mine, though at this distance, I have to crane my neck up to achieve the same result. When he speaks, I almost jump again.

“Yours,” He says, and I think I detect a trace of amusement in his quiet voice. “Rammstein, huh? I would not have pegged you for a metal fan,” The first thing that strikes me about him is that he has an accent, only noticeable in some words, but German in nature. There’s something formal about the way he speaks, though tempered by how quiet he is. It takes me a moment before I think to respond, or even take my phone from his outstretched hand. Springing back into the present, I feel my face grow hot and accept the phone, dwarfed in his gargantuan hand. I turn the music off quickly.

“Um… yeah. For working out,” I reply, looking away from his intense gaze. It seems to have something of a hypnotic nature that makes me forget how to form words.

“Do you speak German?” He asks, and I’m baffled for a moment before I remember the song playing as my phone fell.

“Oh, uh, barely.” I laugh a little as I picture how strange and nervous I must look from his perspective. “I just like the music.” he nods a little and I notice that his mask, which I had taken to be a bag of some sort, is actually a sewn-up black t-shirt with ripped eye-holes. “I- sorry about the… I was worried my phone might hit you. Some… Final Destination type of thing…” I trail off, feeling oddly nervous under his unwavering stare. When I reluctantly meet his steady blue eyes again, he looks puzzled.

“Final Destination?” He prompts, shaking his head a little.

“Oh,” I reply blankly and glance back into his eyes, which seem slightly softer now that I’m looking closely. “Um. Stupid movie franchise. Sorry.” He shakes his large head again.

“Don’t apologize,” he says simply. I expect him to continue, but he merely gazes down at me. I swallow hard.

“Well. Thanks for picking up my phone,” I conclude weakly, wishing he would stop staring holes into my head. He nods, and I turn to leave. My first interaction with “Goliath” could not have gone more poorly. I feel his gaze follow me as I hurriedly remove myself from the gym, taking a deep breath when I close the door behind me. König had certainly earned his reputation. If that was his small talk, I couldn’t imagine being on the wrong side of him and a weapon.

I try not to continually kick myself the entire way back to my room with the painful memory of our awkward encounter lingering like a cloud over my head. I soothe myself with the knowledge that I will likely never talk to him again.

“Optics!” I turn swiftly at the sound of my callsign to find myself inches away from Soap’s bright face.

“Why do you always sneak up on me?” I scold, taking an instinctive step back. He isn’t much for personal space.

“Not my fault you don’t pay attention,” he grins, ignoring my huff of indignation. “So, listen, we were gonna head out to the pub tonight.” I nod.

“Yeah, sure,” I reply, anticipating the question. “You, me, Roach, Ghost?” I recite our usual party of four. He raises his eyebrows and holds a finger between us.

“Actually, we have company. Roach is bringing Horangi and Horangi’s bringing a friend,” He says, searching my face. He is clearly aware of my tendency to back out of gatherings and is trying to avoid scaring me off with too large of a group.

“KorTac? Really?” I ask in surprise. Ghost tends to steer clear of their team entirely. Soap shrugs indifferently.

“Roach says Horangi’s a really nice guy,” he expounds, still keeping a watchful eye on my face like I might turn and run at the thought of strangers. “Don’t bail. It’ll be fun.” he caves and pretends to plead on his knees. I try not to roll my eyes at the sight.

“Christ, I’m not that much of a recluse. I’ll come.” I say, a little exasperated at his idea of me.

“Good,” his grin returns. “Good. So, meet you at 8, then?” I blink slowly at him, his enthusiasm almost hurting my eyes.

“Yes, alright,” I say, waving him off, and depositing the sound-canceling headphones around my neck. He raises his hands in surrender, still smiling, and leaves the room. I still want to get in a few more rounds in the range, it’s surprisingly good therapy. This seems unlikely, however, when a mountainous figure pauses at the open doorway. Without needing to do so much as glance up, I busy myself to appear like I’m already on my way out. As I had anticipated, the large figure ducks to enter the room. As soon as König’s massive frame isn’t blocking the door, I slip out without a second glance. The thought of enduring the awkward silence which most certainly would have followed makes me shiver slightly. What are the chances - after rarely bumping into him during my time here - that I encounter him two days in a row? Yesterday was bad enough, I think to myself, that he likely won’t attempt to talk to me again. Back in my room, I breathe deeply again and try to forget my close call by rummaging through my closet. I throw a white tank top onto my bed - one that isn’t sweat-stained - and default to blue jeans. The slight distraction isn’t enough to erase my lingering embarrassment, so I count on the pub tonight to succeed instead.

read part two Here

#konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig cod #cod konig #konig fanart #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #mw2 #call of duty mw2 #fanfic #slowburn

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endlich-allein · 1 year

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Rammstein, last shows of the European Mutter Tour in Reykjavik, Iceland, 15/16-06-2001. On this occasion, the band received golden records for Sehnsucht and for Mutter. Till, Paul and Schneider are walking in the town. And Paul said he was very nervous about the boat ride...

#found this in my drafts too #rammstein #rammstein 2001 #rammstein in press #till is love 🖤#till lindemann #paul landers #christoph schneider #flake lorenz #oliver riedel #richard kruspe #emanuel fialik

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marimayscarlett · 2 months

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Duolingo: Type out "I want"

Me: "Ich will" 🤩💯😏

Duolingo: "Ich möchte"

Me: NEIN!!!! 😡😩💔

Hi 👋🏻

First of all, great that you practice and learn German, as a native speaker it's not often that I meet people who like learning German since it's notorious for being difficult and complicated 😅 But I guess Rammstein really inspires quite a lot of language learning-motivation 😊

Now, I kind of have to disagree with the Duolingo version here. While 'I want' can be translated with 'ich möchte', it would definitely not my first choice to translate it that way. 'Ich möchte' is more polite than 'ich will' and is more the equivalent to 'I would like to' (in my eyes at least) - another German translation for this can be in some cases 'Ich hätte gern'.

'Ich will'/'I want' has a more pressing/urgent character to it, at least from my perception.

For example:

- 'Ich möchte/hätte gern sechs Brötchen' would be 'I'd like to have six bread rolls' (at the bakery for example).

- 'Ich will auf das Konzert gehen!' would be 'I want to go to the concert!'

Anyway, happy learning nonetheless 👍🏻😃

#rammstein #ask #language learning with the scary germans

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notafraidofredyellowandblue · 2 months

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Zoran sounds like a such a typical bitter bitch. He's so clearly so pressed about Rammstein refusing to work with him and thinks both their and Till's work is nothing without him. Who even are you??? Head so far up his own ass that there's no hope of ever seeing light again! "People simply can't understand my art" SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU TOAD LOOKING MASOCHIST! His only talent is pushing people to their limits and when they say "enough" he thinks he's above them.

Till needs to take his own head out of his ass and stop hanging around people like Zoran. There's plenty of talented artists who are not cunts.

Well, i think we can agree that Zoran's interview ruffled some feathers 😊

And Till, I think has been working with others as well, I don't remember all the video directors of his recent ones, but i think he did a commercial with Specter Berlin too 😊

Till is so versatile and loads of people want to work with him, i hope he takes full advantage of that 🌺

#probably nuff said about that interview right?#back to my silly polls

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KERRANG! - 12 October 2002

For Rammstein, growing up behind the Berlin Wall was a matter of life or death. Their incredible story can finally be told…

From the outside, East Berlin looks like any other prosperous Western city. Take the road to it from Schonfeld airport and the neon glow of petrol stations, fast-food chains, shopping malls and multiplex cinemas all flit reassuringly by. Near the centre, the glitzy communications tower looks positively sci-fi.

Get in closer, and the picture is less pristine. For every sign of new investment, there are as many examples of the old. Crumbling buildings — prison grey and rotting from the former Communist regime — serve as a reminder that the Wall which divided East and West since the Second World War is barely a decade gone. Graffiti covers every surface.

In the Prenzlauer district, this gulf between old and new is particularly striking. Brightly-colored apartment blocks and cafés sit right next to these corroding structures — half of which look like they might disintegrate at any moment. We are warned that the balconies dangling precariously from them have been known to descend into the street without warning.

It’s beneath such a balcony that we find Rammstein — a band renowned for reducing things to rubble.

Seemingly unaware of the latent doom scenario above theirs heads, four out of the six members — that’s guitarist Paul Landers, bassist Oliver Riedel, drummer Christoph Schneider and keyboardist Christian ‘Flake’ Lorenz — are sitting outside a curry house. Second guitarist Richard Z Kruspe-Bernstein is absent, having just moved to New York with his wife, although he literally phones in an appearance late. Press-shy meat-stack Till Lindemann is simply absent and uncontactable.

This is the first time the band have been back in their hometown for any length of time, following their punishing pan-continental touring schedule in support of ‘Mutter’. The atmosphere is relaxed. As everyone points out, this rare bit of downtime has allowed the band to focus on some extra-Rammstein issues. These include therapy, fatherhood, holidays in the sun, and a spot of interior decorating.

Still, these men are gathered here today to discuss Rammstein. If the exploits of six German and their flamethrowers across stages the world over has been long recognized as being one of the most extraordinary successes in rock, then the story of his they got there is even more remarkable.

Given that a band’s genesis is usually a clichéd tale of the unremarkable within the comfort of a Western society, you can’t help but wonder just what nu-metal’s whiny minions would make of Rammstein’s story. As far as band inceptions go, it’s one of the most bizarrely uplifting and surreal celebrations of triumph over adversity.

While techno-punk terrorist Alec Empire grew up on the prosperous, west side of the Berlin Wall, Rammstein began life on the other side. A side they describe as the ‘grey’ society, where queues were long, fun was short-lived and everything from your haircut to your shopping list went on a secret record somewhere. To an outsider, life itself under such conditions seems wretched and impossible. But where there’s a will, there is also a way. If the will is a contrary one with a penchant for mischief, then so much the better.

Indeed, as Paul Landers begins his side of the story you wonder whether, if you were to cut him ope, you might find running through him like the wording on a stick of rock, the legend ‘Adapt, Improvise, Overcome’. Set against the quiet Riedel, the blunt Schneider and the anxious Flake, the voluble guitarist is the animated soul of the band, punctuating all conversation with a flurry of gesticulation and dramatic sound effects.

“We lived like maggots in a piece of meat,” he recalls. “We lived in this repressive society, but we used any space we had for expression and doing things differently.”

Wowed by the power of the electric guitar, Landers soon found an outlet for expression through punk music and formed a band, Feeling B, with East Berlin natives Flake Lorenz and Christoph Schneider.

Punk was generally frowned upon by the state. Yet there were always legal loopholes to exploit. Since churches were exempt from the state certification process, a band could get gigs by registering as a wedding. Any serious gigging required a licence, obtained by playing in front of a designed committee. The guidelines were narrow and according to the guitarist, most licensed bands “sounded like Bruce Springsteen”, but Landers and co remained undeterred.

“On the face of it you complied,” he says, “but below you resisted.”

Cunningly, the band translated any politically sensitive material into English so it wouldn’t be understood and toned down their sound for the committee. The audition was also to bear a characteristic central to later Rammstein outings: a sense of provocative theatre.

“We dimmed the lights,” he says with a conspiratorial chuckle. “And we filled the place with dry ice using a washing machine we’d adapted. But,” and here he raises his finger in emphasis, “we wanted the dry ice to descend over everything like fog. So we put the washing machine on top of a ladder.”

It paid off. The band was issued a licence even if the committee had no idea what they were awarding it to. “We were given category ’S’,” he grins. “The uncategorized category.”

When they weren’t playing gigs, Landers and Flake, who squatted together in an apartment, would sell jackets made from cut-up bedsheets and dusters on the black market. Two jackets a month meant as much money as an average salaried worker.

“It was quite easy to make a living; to not work and stay out of trouble,” says Landers. “You only got problems if you got caught.”

If half of Rammstein were busily subverting the state, guitarist Richard Z Kruspe-Bernstein was suffering under it. Unlike his future bandmates living in the city, Richard — along with Till Lindemann and Oliver Riedel — came from the East German village of Schwerin. As a child, Richard would tell anyone within hearing distance that he was going to be a rock star, and sit for hours recording himself singing along to records. As a teenager, he was a troubled runaway, struggling to pursue his musical dream against a claustrophobic background of parental pressure and small-town mentality, where one in the three people were informants for the Stasi (German secret police).

“It was different in Berlin because it was a city,” he explains. “It was more spread out; but in the small towns they knew everything.”

While music provided an outlet for life’s trials — Richard and Till shared a loose network of bands — the guitarist’s patience snapped in early ’89 after getting caught up in a demonstration, mere months before re-unification. He was arrested and questioned by the police for three days.

“I had to stand against a wall for six hours at time,” he recalls, “and if I moved they beat me.” Richard was so shattered by the experience he decided to escape to the West.

It’s worth pointing out that a shoot-to-kill policy was employed by the police against anyone who tried to cross the wall. Richard is the only member of Rammstein who risked his life for a new one.

“Sometimes you have to do things,” he says, with stunning matter-of-factness. “You take the risk.”

While Richard fled his hometown, his longtime friend Till Lindemann was enjoying a more prosperous existence. Even then, the imposing frontman was something of an enigma, with a curious history. Having already represented the East as an Olympic swimmer, he had retired into that most rock’n’roll of professions: basketweaving. This was in part to recover from a youth recked through illegal steroid abuse.

Lindemann has netter himself a car and a house — unattainable items for most — from his business. It was this house that would be the central catalyst for bringing the six future members together. One morning, Landers, Flake and Schneider found themselves in its garden, after a particularly heavy night of partying.

“He was one of the ‘Silent Village People’,” says Flake of his first impression of the stern German who wrote poetry and could lift up his car by hand. “He was tall and big and did everything alone.”

Though they shared little common ground, notes Flake, a bond was forged. Lindemann was impressed with the music Flake and co bought from Berlin, while Lindemann in turn gave them access to something equally important: transport.

“Till was a party centre!” says Landers. “The stereo was always turned up full, and when we went to see bands, we’d all pile into Till’s car. There’s be up to 10 people in his car at any time…”

If the US-influenced punk played by band members was a product of repression in the East, then Rammstein itself was completely a product of reunification. Initially a casual noise project that took place in the basement between the six aspiring musicians, it came to represent the wealth of possibilities the fall of the Wall had released into their lives. Energy, excitement, experimentation.

“It was like anarchy,” says Schneider. “For a few years you could really do what you wanted to.”

So they travelled for the first time, toured the US for the first time and had access to technology (stage-lights, sequencers, decent amps) for the first time.

They also realized something for the first time. In the free market, to produce music that had any weight behind it, they had to stay true to their German roots.

Inspired by the drive and discipline of US acts, they returned home and began to concentrate more on Rammstein. Out went screaming guitar solos and in came the sequenced rhythms, guttural vocals and monotonous riffs that were to become Rammstein staples.

“It was completely free,” says Kruspe-Bernstein of their new lease of musical life.

“We were playing from the gut.”

Up until this point, Lindemann had still been trying to sing in English — a practice he found restrictive of his more complex lyrical ideas. The band reasoned that if they were going to play authentic, German metal, then they should extend the sentiment to the fullest. Switching to his mother tongue, Tills tales of violence and repressed emotions found a new voice.

“We played hard, we stood still and we had short hair,” says Kruspe-Bernstein. “We knew we were different.”

Rammstein have spent a career capitalizing on this very difference. It’s one of life’s little ironies that their innate German-ness is the very thing that has seen them embraced in every country except their own.

Although this is their hometown, our day with the band is not interrupted once by any fans, autograph hunters or even any stares from the curious, that you’d expect for a multiplatinum international act. Schneider puts much of it down to the fact that the German media still regard the band as a political debate rather than a musical act.

“Fans buy our records and come to the shows,” he says. “But we’ve never had any support from the media here — no airplay, nothing.”

Despite this, it’s interesting to note that all the members of Rammstein, save Kruspe-Bernstein, still live in the old East Berlin. Spend any time with them, particularly Landers, and you’ll feel a marked distaste for the new society. The guitarist’s assertion that capitalism has not been the savior to his hometown is rarely heard thought in a world where history and media have long decreed that no good can come of Communist regimes.

“I’ve seen both systems,” he says. “And if you compare it to now, life was much easier then. All your basic needs were taken care of. Obviously we’re happy the Wall fell, but look at all this, it’s so ugly.”

He gestures to a row of cafés and bars, which, were if not for the graffiti, could happily pass for a trendy corner of Islington. After Berlin was united, these kind of places forced out all the underground clubs and meeting points, stripping Berlin of its new-found energy and excitement. Landers singles out one culprit in particular — a pretentious looking bar called SODA.

“It’s like a yuppie club,” he says with disgust.

“They’re trying to be ‘cool’ and it’s ugly. Whenever I come back here from touring, Berlin seems so flat to me. It’s like I have to look for my own city.”

“The worst thing is, no-one realizes,” he sighs. “They think they have everything. But they have nothing.”

Not wishing to end on a sour note, the guitarist is keen to show us something East Berlin does have.

The Kesselhaus der Kulturbrauerei is a converted brewery complex that now functions as a gig venue and a museum of memorabilia. Here, Rammstein performed their first ever gig in 1993 — an uneventful performance apparently, that resulted only in six stiff necks the day after. But that’s not why we’re here.

In the museum next door is a Trabant — a car famous not just for being ugly and made almost entirely of fibre glass, but for being the only make of car available in the former Communist regime. To say that its awkward, graceless contours place it several rungs below a Skoda on the vehicular evolutionary scale is something of an understatement. It’s hideous and you wouldn’t be seen dead in it.

A grinning Landers notes that one of these beasts once belonged to Till Lindemann, and as such was responsible for forging the bonds that have kept them together for over 15 years.

It’s a surreal notion, particularly since the model in front of us looks like even two people might place an uncomfortable strain on its fragile exterior. However Landers assures us that this one is not to scale.

“Till’s car was much smaller,” he says with a wink. “You could get at least 20 people in this one.”

He raps the shell of the car affectionately, and it seems that everything that’s heroic, shocking, impressive and just blatantly ridiculous about this band suddenly falls into place.

“Easily.”

#Rammstein #Till Lindemann #Paul Landers #Flake #Flake Lorenz #Oliver Riedel #Christoph Schneider #Richard Kruspe #interview #2002 #my scans #*

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laguera25 · 11 months

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I'm going to clarify something, and then I'm going to STFU until something more than unattributed screenshots and frazzled mania comes out.

I believe something happened to that woman. What I don't know is if it was anything untoward. Maybe between the booze and the excitement and her Lexapro and dehydration, things just went wonky, and she went off her ass. Maybe it was innocent.

Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe someone did spike her. Maybe they did it to make her more pliant, or maybe they did to get people high and didn't realize that whatever they added would interact badly with her meds.

I believe Till made an asshole of himself and pouted when she declined to have sex with him. I believe he sulked and flounced off.

And that alone makes him a dick. It doesn't speak well of him that he was willing to have sex with someone obviously off their ass and then turned into a toddler when she said no. It makes him sound sleazy, predatory, and entitled. And sad.

But.

This woman herself acknowledges that when faced with her refusal, Till accepted it. With ill grace, it must be said, but nonetheless. He did not press the issue.

I do not believe Till, or anyone else involved with Rammstein and its satellite organization, assaulted this woman. If Till had wanted to, he could've done so under the stage. No one did, and the woman herself claims that her memory didn't abdicate its duties until after that.

I'm not saying she wasn't assaulted; and to her credit, she has made no explicit claims as yet, though she's certainly been dancing around the subject since she first showed her bruises, especially the finger marks on her ribs. FWIW, I think she got most of those as she stumbled about in a stupor she does not recall. The finger marks may well be from equally intoxicated people trying to help her up.

In sum, I think Till has brought this on the band. Whether it was an intentional spike or a bad mix of booze and meds, he still tried to have sex with a woman blasted out of her mind, and even though he refused, the very fact that he attempted to do so has ratcheted up the nightmare scenarios of what might have happened in her mind. The truth is, she doesn't know what happened after her memory peaced out, and likely never will, but because Till showed his ass, she's always going to wonder. And that's on him. And on the band for letting these parties go on under their auspices.

I know this woman is now claiming this was never about legal justice, which doesn't really gibe with her first post, in which she swore to get "her justice, but there we are. I think she realizes that any chance she had of collecting physical evidence has passed and has now shifted gears to a righteous crusade to stop the "filth and depravity."

I can't say she hasn't been without success on that score because allegedly, the next few Row 0 parties have been nixed or moved to an outside club, and Alena is doing cack-handed damage control on IG, begging girls to post positive party experiences with the hashtag, "Istandwithrammstein." Which, LOL. I can't imagine the band came up with that dumbass stratagem. She, at least, is on the defensive. And fucking good.

All of that said, this woman's credibility is still shot, and rather than posting every harebrained, "My friend snorted coke off Till's dick" story that lands in her DMs, she needs to stop posting manic IG stories and get a lawyer because by posting every bit of drivel that floats into her inbox, she not only looks credulous and crazy, but she's opening herself up to legal action I'm sure she can't afford.

*There is a difference between credibility and truth. While this woman might be telling the truth about what happened to her as far as she can remember, she has no credibility because she's tossed it in among patent hogwash and posted shrill videos of herself as a an avenging angel for Great Justice, which makes her look like a gullible, loony misandrist.

**She's not claiming explicitly that Till or anyone affiliated with Rammstein sexually assaulted her, but she's certainly insinuating that they've done it to others, and that's what might land her in very deep trouble.

ETA: And now she's dragging Richard into it. His nefarious misdeed? Sitting in the same room at the afterparty. 'Kay.

#rammstein

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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Sneak Away | Black Noir x gn!reader (🍋-ish)

Anonymous asked: "You're seriously turned on right now?" with Black Noir 👉👈🥺

summary: you and Noir aren't keen on Vought's parties and press events - but at least you manage to sneak away.

tws: explicit mentions of sex, mentions of sexual situations, grinding, teasing, dirty talk, swearing

MINORS DNI

Noir often took you to Vought's parties and their stupid fucking press events, often finding somewhere to settle down for a few hours and to have you sat on his lap while he glared through his mask at anyone who walked past and looked at you for a second too long; he liked having you there with him, being able to hold your hand or to hear your voice was often a comfort to him, and he found that he was a little less anxious to be there when you were at his side.

Of course, there were a few times you had outright said no - like when you had to attend Homelander's birthday party, or when you had to spend any longer than two seconds with that vile prick - and Noir never held that against you; more often than not, he would text you about the event, sometimes laughing behind the mask when you cracked jokes about what a vile little cunt Homelander was. Noir appreciated that more than he could express. Sometimes, you would even let him borrow your headphones if they were charged, and he would listen to whatever it was that you were playing in that moment; Sabaton, Rammstein, Caliban, Skindred - they were the usual suspects. Sometimes a bit of Megan Thee Stallion and Stormzy was thrown in if you were in a particularly good mood - knowing that you were probably having a lot of fun always made him smile.

You hung onto Noir's arm as you resisted the urge to bang your head, having given one of him your earbuds and kept one to yourself, you could hear 'Tainted Love' by Sepultura above the distant chattering of everyone else in the main hall; you knew what was happening, Noir was escaping somewhere a bit more private with you, not exactly keen on attending some fucking stupid celebration that no one actually gave a shit about. What you weren't expecting, though, was for him to sit down with his legs spread, and to yank you down onto his lap, keeping one arm around you as he used the other to fish out his phone.

You copied, waiting eagerly for the message.

"You look so fucking good."

You couldn't help but to grin, leaning forward with your hands on the armoured plates that covered his chest, clearing your throat as you licked your lips. "I only cleaned up for you - you know that, right?"

Noir shifted his hips, making you gasp softly as you tried not to growl and to do it back; he was quick to type, swallowing thickly. "That's all it took?"

You shrugged, scratching the back of your neck as you moved around a little, only enough so that if he moved his hips again, you would definitely feel it more than last time. "Can you blame me? I've got a boyfriend who's so fucking hot that he doesn't even need to take his mask off to be more attractive than half the cunts here... and he's fucking teasing me."

A noise akin to a soft grumbling growl came from the back of his throat as the grip on your waist grew a little tighter and he pressed his forehead to that spot between your shoulder and your neck. The light of his phone screen danced across his mask as he carried on texting. "You're seriously turned on right now? Fuck, you're so needy."

"Only because it's too easy for you to turn me on," you murmured.

"So needy," came the reply. "All for me?"

"Always," you whispered. "It's only ever gonna be you."

Noir rolled his hips against you, pulling you closer again as he leaned back, tilting his head up so that he could see your eyes; if there was anything he enjoyed more than teasing you, it was looking into your eyes while he did it, and if you were honest, it was so fucking hot when he did.

His typing was growing a little quicker, his thumb moving faster across the digital keyboard as he tried to get the message to you as quickly as possible. "I could take you upstairs and fuck you against the windows for the world to see."

You could see that he was still typing, so you waited with baited breath and a growing urge to sneak away completely; to go find somewhere quiet with a locking door, where he could bend you over the nearest surface and he could fuck your ass so hard that you could only moan his name, cumming time and time again until you were overstimulated and begging.

"I could bend you over and fuck that pretty little ass until you cum against the fucking window. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You nodded, a whimper coming from your lips as you finally let yourself go a little, grinding down against his lap. "Please... Noir, take me upstairs and fuck me."

Noir nodded, letting you go. "Come on. I know how we can sneak away."

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Vilnius prosecutor's office closes investigation

Forensic medical report in Shelby Lynn case suggests cause of accident without external influence

As lawyers of Till Lindemann (see our press release of 08.06.2023) we inform about the latest developments:

The public prosecutor's office in Vilnius (Lithuania) has discontinued the investigation initiated by Shelby Lynn's complaint, thus confirming the previous decision of the local police. Shelby Lynn had claimed that she had been drugged on the occasion of the Rammstein concert in Vilnius on May 22, 2023. The next day, she had noticed numerous hematomas on her body, which indicated an alleged physical abuse. Shelby Lynn had made these photos public, along with a video, via Twitter.

The prosecutor's office in Vilnius justified its decision to discontinue the case by stating that after questioning a witness and analyzing data and documents, no objective factual evidence had been found to support Shelby Lynn's statements.

In order to further clarify Ms. Lynn's allegations, we initiated our own investigations on behalf of our client. The Institute of Forensic Medicine at the University Hospital in Cologne was commissioned to evaluate the photographs and video clip published by Ms. Lynn to determine the possible causes of the injuries shown there. In particular, it was to be assessed whether the injuries could be attributed to physical abuse. According to the expert opinion prepared by the director of the institute, Prof. Dr. Markus Rothschild, the recordings suggest that the most probable cause is an accident without external influence. Specifically, the expert opinion states.

"Overall, the morphology and localization of the documented injuries speak rather for an accidental occurrence, without which an external influence can be completely ruled out from the outset on the basis of the findings alone. However, from a forensic medical point of view, the findings are not typical for an external impact.

In addition to what has been presented under 4.1, there are in particular no indications of sexual violence as the cause of the injuries documented in the witness. It is true that here, too, sexual assault or rape cannot be ruled out on the basis of the injury findings alone. Conversely, however, there were also no indications of sexualized violence."

In the meantime, the lawyer Prof. Dr. Björn Gercke, who was commissioned by our client with his criminal defense, was able to inspect the file of the preliminary proceedings conducted at the Berlin Public Prosecutor's Office. The inspection confirmed previous press releases, according to which the preliminary proceedings are not based on criminal charges filed by alleged victims. Complainants are uninvolved third parties who have based their complaints exclusively on media reports and accusations in the social social networks. Furthermore, the inspection of the files revealed that there is no objective evidence to date that would suggest that our client committed the crime.

As already announced in the press release of June 8, 2023, we are taking action on behalf of our client against inadmissible reporting and untrue statements of fact in the media and on social networks.

Among other things, we have applied to the Hamburg Regional Court for an injunction against the reporting in SPIEGEL No. 24 of June 10, 2023. We complain about the violation of our client's privacy, the publication and dissemination of untrue factual allegations and inadmissible suspicious reporting. A decision is expected in the next few days.

The YouTuber Kayla Shyx (civil name: Kaya Loska) was warned in connection with her YouTube video from 06.06.2023. In response to this, she issued a cease-and-desist declaration with a penalty clause to our client on two points. Insofar as the requested cease-and-desist declaration was not submitted, we are applying for the issuance of an interim injunction on behalf of our client.

In Switzerland, among others, Ringier AG was warned because of the reporting on www.blick.ch from 18.06.2023 (title: "Recruited Alena M. also in Bern women for Lindemann?"). Following the warning, the publisher issued a comprehensive cease-and-desist declaration to our client. The article can no longer be accessed via the website.

From Rammsteinsherz

https://www.presseportal.de/pm/62754/5543913?fbclid=PAAaZ0Hm7PH6QzZ6KXVyxc5Kruxfp8SoD16nLfDkQuZR6Qz2JRFFftPq1tSrw

#till lindemann #I hope for proper punishment for all of them

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