#Dero Goi

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Bin so verknallt

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For those of you in the Oomph! fandom who have followed Dero's online behavior prior to and since leaving the band from the beginning (c. 2018 - 2021):

Tobias Hopp on Facebook has requested that clear evidence of Dero being antisemitic and racist be forwarded directly to Stefan Herwig, the manager of Dependent Records (Dero's label since June 2023). Hopp had two constructive conversations with Herwig over the weekend regarding Dero's online behavior and how long he may or may not remain at Dependent.

I myself am currently compiling a PDF document complete with timeline and in-depth evidence/explanations of Dero's far-right and evangelical/Pentecostal Christian extremism, as well as racism, queerphobia, anti-vaxx conspiracy theories, Islamophobia, and Dero's history of sockpuppetry within the Oomph! fandom going back to at least 2008 (and inappropriate/creepy behavior with fans or ex-fans, including misogyny and death threats).

Any information you can give from sites such as Twitter/X, Telegram, YouTube comments under Dero's sockpuppets, and Instagram will be helpful and greatly appreciated.

Note: Dero stans coming in with their clownery on this post will be blocked and reported on sight. Fuck off.

[laguera25]

I listened to some of Dero Goi's videos today.

Wow. He was such a creative man, and to hear his current output is mortifying. Lazy songs ranting about "jabs" and trans and genderfluid and gay people and vegans, and long screeds about Big Pharma and government conspiracies. It's awful bile, and he's terrible for spewing it, but it's also very sad in its sincerity.

Grief twists and tears, and it's made a monster of him.

[sagawanuno]

[keradolls]

Dero Goi Oomph! «Brennende liebe”. BJD doll

[leckmeinestiefel]

Introduction

Updated 07.11.24 (d.m.y)

My old blog du-bist-lecker got terminated, so I am back with this one. Here is a (much) shorter introduction than the one in my old blog, in case this one gets deleted as well. 🫡🇩🇪

I am a FTM German-American living in the states. As of updating this (2024) I am 25. I am gay and I am into video games, horror movies, hard kinks (these posts will be limited to avoid being terminated again, as will my porn posts), and nature.

ALL NSFW/GORE POSTS ARE FICTIONAL. DO NOT REPORT MY BLOG, SIMPLY LOOK THE FUCK AWAY. For the nsfw posts, always assume I’m the top unless stated otherwise in the tags.

Posts included:

- Some porn (gay only, and posts will be limited to avoid another ban)

- Bands/Music (Rammstein, Oomph!, Unzucht, etc)

- Mental illness stuff— more specifically, my delusional thoughts. I have multiple mental illnesses and have frequent daydreams and spiritual delusions and thoughts. Please be kind, I mean no harm, I think I know these thoughts are not real.

- Posts related to Germany

- Antifascism/Leftist/Political

- Vintage and older time periods

- Masked Men/Slashers/Tactical Men/Men 😮‍💨

- Erotophonophilia/Hard Kink Stuff (limited posts to avoid another ban)

- Horror Movies

- COD/MW2/MW3 (especially König, Krueger, and Price)

‼️‼️‼️DO NOT INTERACT:‼️‼️‼️

- Minors

- Gross kinks. You know what I’m talking about.

- Republicans/Right Winged

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Dero Goi - Clickbait [Official Music Video]

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[mitjalovse]

Some styles prosper more in Germany thanks to the fact their language makes them sound much more intriguing than usual. For instance, Germans have many industrial rock outfits, though they add more elements of rock to their playing. I mean, they're closer to metal than many in the style I mentioned, including Oomph. They are one of the biggest names in the brand, called Neue Deutsche Härte, but they are an enigma to me. Sure, you can put them in the same bracket as their peers, though I always felt they belonged into a different scene. Maybe the fact they also tried to sing in English – many Härte musicians avoided that – caused me to see them differently. They are closer to alternative rock of Germany than whatever Härte is.

[gromky]

so funny the way anytime a member of rammstein mentions another successful german band it’s with such admiration and respect and then when you look up said band they’re like we hate rammstein they suck they’re a disgrace we’re ashamed to be from the same country. like okay sure hate on the pretty girl and pretend you’re not jelly

[powersnuffgirls]

Maybe I should get my nose pierced too

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[derschwarzeengel]

In light of the recent AfD scandal where its leaders were caught meeting with actual Neo-Nazis about starting up the Holocaust all over again + certain Dero fans being willfully blind to his political beliefs since 2018:

I do not know how to explain to you that Dero Goi has proudly admitted on social media he is a white supremacist, Donald Trump + AfD supporter, and Christian extremist. That he has been radicalized into Neo-Nazism since 2018 and does not bother to hide his affiliation for AfD while using his online platform to spread hatred for non-white, non-Christian, non-cisgender heterosexual people and misinformation responsible for getting people killed.

I do not know how to explain to you that you should be concerned your favorite singer is now a literal fucking Neo-Nazi, actually.

[keradolls]

BJD doll Dero Goi. made as a gift for Dero.

[theaudacitytowrite]

White Light

Masterlist

Dean Winchester x Reader

A/N: Wrote this in like an hour after listening to Oomph's "Das weiße Licht" (the white light). I don't know why but every time I'm in my Dean Winchester feels, I always retreat to Oomph's music... I'm still convinced that Dero Goi would've been the perfect pick for the German voice-over for Dean.

Summary: Dean wakes up after a hunt that went wrong.

warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, injuries ...hospitals?

word count: 895

[Read it on AO3]

Dean was still a little disoriented as he woke up, his head pounding. The last thing he could remember was Sam and you calling out his name in panic. And then it went dark.

His vision slowly started to become clearer again as he blinked repeatedly. He slowly started to understand that he seemed to be in a hospital, the harsh neon lights hurting in his eyes.

"You idiot." your voice suddenly resounded from the entrance of his room, stirring his attention directly to you.

"Y/N." he smiled, happy to see you. Your face was puffy, your eyes red-rimmed, irritated from your salty tears. You must've cried a lot while you worried about him.

"How could you do this to me? To Sam?" you croaked as you inched further into the room with shaky steps. Dean saw all the anguish and worry written all over your face. It tugged on his heartstrings. He didn't like to see you this upset.

"Hey, I'm ok." Dean tried to soothe you with a soft and reassuring smile, motioning you to come closer.

You swallowed hard, tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

"Y/N, c'mere." Dean cooed, trying to coax you closer and finally be in his arm's reach. He held out his arm, inviting you to take his hand. "Everything's alright." Dean hummed reassuringly, watching you creep closer hesitantly. "Soon, I'll be out and about again, pestering you as always." he chuckled. He wanted to make you smile... but instead, you broke out into heavy sobs.

"This isn't fair." you huffed out, swallowing hard.

"What do you mean?" Dean hummed bemusedly. Maybe he had hit his head harder than he thought. Had he forgotten something important? Had he betrayed his brother and you? It couldn't be. It sounded nothing like him.

"This isn't right. It's just not fair." you cried out, trying to wipe away the never-ending flood of tears.

"Love, what do you even mean?" Dean hummed emphatically.

"It should've been me," you whispered meekly.

"Hey! Don't say that!" Dean snapped harshly, his brows furrowing at you. He sat up in his bed, dangling his feet over the edge. "Don't... don't say that," he repeated, swallowing hard, trying to calm down again. "What happened, happened... it's in the past now. I mean, look at me." Dean smiled at you warmly. "I feel just fine. I barely got a scratch. See?" he got up, examining his arms and legs as he shuffled over to you in his hospital gown, proudly showing you his unscathed body.

"I'm fine," he repeated, smiling sweetly at you. But you didn't seem to be convinced. He felt like you were staring past him, probably still traumatized from whatever had happened to him earlier. Silent tears were running down your cheeks as you just stood there.

"Darling... I don't wanna be a dick, but I'm the injured one here..." he chuckled, wanting to lighten the mood, "You really gonna make me walk over there and hug you?" he asked teasingly, raising a brow at you. But you didn't answer. You didn't even move a single muscle in your face.

"Oh, come on, Y/N. You can be mad at me later. Right now, Imma need a hug." he grinned as he approached you purposefully, opening his arms to embrace you.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, hugging you tightly and instinctively nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

He tensed.

Something was off.

He couldn't feel the soft pressure of your body pressed against him as usual.

His eyes snapped open immediately at the absence of familiarity. He looked down on you in bewilderment. Dean watched as his hands didn't touch you... they just slipped through your form.

"...what?" his breath picked up as he started to panic.

He stepped back, looking at his hands before his eyes darted to your face again. Your eyes were looking through him instead of acknowledging his presence. Dean slowly stepped to the side, following the line of your gaze.

His breath got caught in his throat as he saw his body lying there on the hospital bed. A pipe came out of his mouth through which oxygen was being pushed into him so his chest would rise. A multitude of cables and tubes were scattered all over his body as the machines watched over him, trying to pump new life into his body. His face was swollen and blue, battered beyond recognition.

Dean let out a breath he had held in... if he truly could call whatever left his throat a breath...

He looked back at you as your face distorted into agon. You finally found the strength to approach his hospital bed.

"Oh, Dean..." you sobbed, "You can't just leave me like this."

Dean watched as you sat at his bedside, holding onto his hand while your other hand gently caressed his hair.

"I won't, Y/N." Dean tried to reassure you, but it fell on deaf ears.

"I love you, Dean." you hiccupped.

"I love you, too..." Dean replied dejected, feeling his throat constrict.

Dean watched you for a while as you cried until your tears ran dry. He watched as the emotional exhaustion overwhelmed you and you fell asleep next to his body.

He stayed at your side, determined to not leave you. He gently petted your hair while your head rested against his shoulder.

The song:

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The Great Reset (Clubmix)