#Rammstein: connecting people

[marimayscarlett]

Did I understand this correctly, you really collect all the interviews Richard has ever done? I mean props to you and it's cool that you put so much energy in it, but isn't that pretty... time-consuming and laborious, searching for everything? Do you do this for fun? Just asking out of curiosity, no judgment here ✌🏼

Hello 👋🏼

I see you found my post (which actually was just rambling again) from last week 😊 You're right, it can be time-consuming to collect all the interviews (I search for articles as well as video and audio interviews and boy, this man has a lot to say) but I do have several reasons why I do it. You asked, so I might as well explain it:

1. I think it's quite evident that I am rather enthusiastic about Richard, his music and him as a person. For over 8 years, to be exact. So learning about his views on things, his work process and everything in between brings me immense joy (since I love researching in general). And when I'm already listening to an interview or reading one, I might as well save it if I'd like to come back to it later.

Posting/reblogging superficial things about him (his looks etc) is fun and all, but at the end of the day, he as an individual being is so so interesting and listening to him talking etc. makes me the most happy regarding him.

2. I like collecting in general, especially books (mostly historical) and records, and it's kind of a "soothing" feeling for me to know exactly where I can find something when I'm looking for specific information.

3. When I get asks on here or writing posts with information about Richard, I'd like to support my statements and writings about him with sources, preferably from himself. I don't approve of spreading rumors, personal stuff Richard himself hasn't confirmed or half-truths where nobody knows where they came from in the first place.

I think this is a relic from my studies at university when I wrote a bunch of papers and essays. One thing my professors drilled into my head was the fact that no matter how good something is written, if the statements and information in it aren't backed up with sources, it's worth nothing and could also just have been made up.

So that's it. If you made it up to here and read all of my unnecessary long-winded answer, cute skort-Richard is sending you a thank you:

[thegothicviking]

I love how it looks like they are having a conversation...(sort of).

Fun fact; Friends who have been friends for a very long time start to mirror each other, but also naturally take from each other's habits, gestures...sometimes even the way of laughing can change because of how your friend for years have been laughing! This happens subconsciously and is a way for humans to survive together by adapting to who they feel comfortable with. It's a way of bonding that we are not aware of ourselves/not doing on purpose, but of course (when you think about it) it makes sense!

In other words; So because these two have been friends for so long and have been in various bands together for so long (pre-Rammstein) ...WE (and by now) even THEY themselves, wouldn't know who started to mimick/mirror who and who were originally the most animated story teller in the first place. After a more than 30 years long friendship, we can only guess!

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

The desire to possess (Part 3)

Summary: You realize that you are locked in the claws of a monster and pray that your beloved will save you. But will he come?

Perturabo/fem!Reader, Rogal Dorn/fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, yandere, possesive behavior, obsession, kidnapping, dubcon, branding

Word count: 3009

Song: Rammstein - Amour

I had inspiration as you can see.

You have always loved creating small sculptures, carving tiny scenes on marble. Because it was beautiful and elegant. To fit entire worlds and plots in such a tiny space. Yes, you were a small grain of sand in a huge ocean. Insignificant. And yet your sculptures have won the hearts of many people. Including the master who proudly showed your work to the primarchs.

They liked it. The primarchs themselves liked your creations! It has to say that you didn’t like war and prefer to study outposts and structures from books. You were not eager to get involved in the Crusade. But when you saw Perturabo, your feet carried you to him. He was your hero, your idol. While still a student, you wondered whether it was worth it for you to continue working as a sculptor. Will you find your place in this Galaxy?

But when you saw the images of the Iron Lord's structures, you were amazed. And inspired. As then in the Palace, albeit with fear, but still sincerely telling Perturabo about your hope to capture his campaign. A tiny hope of stepping onto the Iron Blood glimmered within you.

But destiny gave you another path. You had to work under Dorn on the Phalanx. Rival of Perturabo in siege and architecture. Life can be unpredictable.

As are your feelings for the primarch. Surprisingly, you did not feel the same awe of him as other mortals. He was your lord, an incredibly tall, strong and influential man. But you didn’t want to cry when you saw his demigod shade.

Quite the contrary. While creating a bust in Rogal's image, you couldn't help but notice his humanity. And when you started talking, you couldn’t help but fall in love with him. He was kind. He fought and killed and subjugated systems. And yet Dorn was against genocide and always wanted to bring the world to harmony. And always leaving behind buildings - a symbol of a new future. And you wanted to share it with him.

***

“I have feelings for you. It’s been quite some time now and I intend to connect my life with you.” - the primarch with a stoic face looks into your eyes, almost without blinking. - “This is a serious proposal and I ask you to treat it accordingly.”

To be honest, it was a little scary. How you were unexpectedly called into the primarch’s chambers and you saw a man dressed in golden armor. His eyes did not glow with rage, but the determination in them was visible from afar. For a second you thought you were going to be executed.

You are silent, not knowing what to say until you notice one detail. Rogal also didn't say a word after his speech. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, his posture doesn’t change, patiently waiting for your answer. Answer. He didn’t intimidate, he didn’t confront you with your new role. He confessed his feelings and hoped that you would answer them...

Surprisingly, you feel... calm. You don’t tremble or cry with emotion, you don’t burst into laughter, but you smile softly. The Primarch blinks in surprise before his face takes on a peaceful expression. The answer is clear without words.

Rogal kneels and you approach him. Your hands touch. His are gigantic and clad in golden armor. And yours are small and covered with dust from work. Your first kiss did not happen soon, as did your first intimacy and conversations about the future.

Everything was truly innocent and beautiful that day.

***

It was a moment of true happiness. It seems like it's been so long since this happened. And now you are sitting in the corner of the room (judging by the details and drawings, this is a workshop) and trembling with fear of the unknown. These were not the chambers of the Praetorian, but the chambers of a primarch, whom you so desperately wanted to serve to in the distant past.

“My brother is cruel and merciless. He looks more like a war machine than a man.”

You remember how Rogal admitted to you that his rivalry with Perturabo was personal, almost childish. They were similar in some ways, but still different. The primarch did not try to turn you against his brother. And yet you were afraid of Perturabo when you met him at one of the events. The anger with which he looked at Rogal. And the worst thing was the contempt with which he looked at you... it was then that you realized how lucky you were to receive his refusal to become a remembrancer of the Iron Blood.

But the worst thing happened after Horus' betrayal. Then you learned the details about the burning of Olympia and other planets. How the Iron Warriors committed genocide, and the survivors were taken into slavery. This was not the hero you read about with such enthusiasm. He was a monster.

And now you were in his clutches. Despite all the protection of Dorn, Perturabo still captured you. The Iron Lord wanted so badly to humiliate his brother. Destroying Greystone won't be enough for him, no. Surely he will think about building his own masterpiece. And at this hour you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to you.

You will probably be tortured. Maybe he'll display your corpse at the main gate as a trophy, a sign for the Praetorian. Or he will turn you into a servitor or a diabolical machine. It was not for nothing that the primarch left you alive.

The iron door opens with a creak and you can’t help but turn towards the sound. Perturabo, as if nothing had happened, goes inside and locks the door. He wears no armor, only Olympic-style clothing. The man twists his neck until it cracks before turning to look at you. You just look at him like a hunted animal. Even when he approaches you, leaving very little space between you.

“I see you better now. You pretty much ruined my plans with your hysterics. But I shouldn’t demand too much from a fragile mortal girl.” - the man firmly pronounces each word, clenching his fists. You can’t understand whether he’s angry with you, or just talking condescendingly. - “Get up.”

You barely obey. You get up on weak legs and hug yourself by the shoulders. His presence is terrifying. And at the same time, you feel that he doesn’t want to hurt you. But this is just ridiculous, he is a primarch, a traitor, and you are a mortal, a remembrancer of Dorn, you are nothing to him.

“I want you to repeat it.”

"What?" - you look at him in confusion.

“Repeat what you told me back in the Palace. Why do you want to serve me? I want to hear it again.” - the man frowns at what he thinks is your ridiculous question. - “On all the worlds, I have always given only one chance to surrender. Either they used it or accepted the consequences. It's the same system here. Either you talk or I use your mouth differently.”

You sob loudly, not wanting to know what he plans to do if you refuse. Tears are streaming down your cheeks and you are trying to say anything other than sounds of despair. You feel Perturabo looking at you carefully. He waits until you test his patience and do not follow a direct order. Finally you speak, trying to remember that very request. The time when you were naive and happy.

“I-I studied all the strongholds you b-built on the conquered worlds. All, uh, all outposts were created with perfect precision to torment the enemy. No living creature can compare to your s-siege prowess.” - you babble, feeling like you can’t hold back your tears. Salty drops randomly flow down your cheeks and you hastily wipe them away.

“I-I-I, ah, I was delighted when I learned about your exploits in the vastness of the G-galaxy. Siege of Incaladion, Bernean and Morningstar Campaign. I read everything about you, all your campaigns.” - you gasp, tears blur your eyes and you see almost nothing. Your voice constantly breaks and you almost howl. - “It was because of you that I decided to become a s-sculptor. When I saw how functional and at the same time beautiful your buildings were. And... I want to serve you. P-please, uh, let me be your l-personal remembrancer. Please."

With the last word, you begin to cry uncontrollably. Feeling weak in your body, you try with all your strength to stay on your feet. Throat hurts from emotions. After some time, you calm down and realize that all this time the Iron Lord was silent. Waited patiently for your hysteria. Or he was thinking about it. Or trying to hold back your emotions.

"Yes." - a tense male voice sweeps across the room with a breath and you shudder from the surge of unrest. - “Yes, you will serve me. My remembrancer, my consort, my slave, my treasure. Only for me and no one else.”

With slow steps, the primarch approaches you until he kneels. You continue to look at the floor until the man lifts your face by the chin. You have no choice but to look into his eyes.

When a man attacked the fortress of Dorn and killed your bodyguard. When he grinned at the sight of you. You thought you imagined what you saw. You desperately didn’t want to see WHAT the primarch had turned into, so you avoided looking at him. Rogal did not scare you, he did not deceive you.

Perturabo's yellowed eyes burn with hellish fire. Extremely pale skin appears with black bruises under the eyes. The primarch was always harsh and cruel. But now it smells of death. More than ever, he now looks less like a primarch and less like a man. But the worst thing was the terrible desire with which he looked at you.

“I'll drown worlds in blood for you.”

Before you even had time to scream, you felt his mouth on your lips. His giant arms wrapped possessively around your waist. You grunt in pain. The way he squeezed you, the way he invaded your mouth with his tongue. Dorn was too gentle, too careful with you. The Iron Lord wanted to take you whole.

You barely free your hands from under the primarch’s mass so that he doesn’t crush them. Palms instinctively rest on the man’s shoulders. You want to push him away, you want to take a breath of air and run away, but you don’t have the strength. Perturabo either misinterpreted your gesture. Or it provoked him.

He pulls away and you take a deep breath before yelping in surprise when he suddenly lifts you up and lays you down on the table. At the same time, throwing things off the cold surface so as not to interfere. The man tore your top dress and you close your eyes.

“Look at me,” a menacing voice rings out with such cruelty that you cringe. But you still follow the order and look straight into the primarch’s eyes. - “I want you to watch."

Rogal was not your master. He was a primarch, but he didn't look down on you, he tried to understand you. But even if you shout it at the top of your lungs, it will not give any result. It is not the Praetorian who is obsessed with conquering you, but the Iron Lord. And you have nothing left to do but watch.

Perturabo squeezes your sides and you whimper from the rolling pain. You know the primarch is gentle with you in his own way. There will be bruises on your skin, but anything is better than broken bones. The man’s mouth greedily kisses and licks your collarbone until it moves to your breast. The Iron Lord bites and leaves hickeys on the tender flesh. His marks are large and painful due to the size difference.

You start crying again in pain. From the shameful pleasure that your body experiences to relieve discomfort. From longing for a loved one who is sure that you are safe. And from uncontrollable almost animal fear. Because you were forced to watch. Because while Perturabo is using you as he pleases, he continues to look straight into your eyes.

The Iron Lord enjoyed your whimpers, your body, your submission. Enjoyed the power and enslavement of a mortal girl. Enjoyed the victory over his sworn enemy, planning new atrocities.

This torture continues for a long time before Perturabo leaves your stomach with a pop. Thumbs stroke your womb while yellow eyes glow with hellfire from terrible anticipation. You shrink all over from a frightening premonition and unconsciously try to move away from the primarch. But the man’s grip is too strong, even though he didn’t even put in a little effort.

The Iron Lord looks at your lower body for a moment before raising his head. His face is absolutely stone, there is not a hint of anger or smirk. Humanity is lost and an iron monster emerges. His cold and loud voice makes your blood run cold.

"You belong to me."

***

Your collarbone still hurts. The Black Mark of the Iron Legion is ugly and you're grateful you can't see it. Perturabo branded you like a slave. Although, given your situation, you were. He kissed you tenderly, somehow imitating Dorn's touch as if he had seen you alone. After which he took you to new chambers so that you could rest.

He turned off the light so you could sleep. And, it would seem, after the pain, mental and physical, you should have fallen into a serene sleep. But you couldn't. Thoughts rushed about like animals in a cage, concentrating on one ray of hope. Rogal. Soon he will know that you are missing. And even if not, he will still follow in the footsteps of his enemies, you know him.

You sob again, curling into the fetal position. The bed is gigantic, you seem so small on it. But it was not made for a Primarch or a Space Marine, no. You managed to look at it before the Iron Lord left you alone in the darkness (alas, the portholes with a view of space were not provided for on the Iron Blood due to their impracticality). And besides, as a true sculptor, you only had to touch the furniture to feel all the subtlety of the work.

Perturabo carved every detail. Birds and flowers, scenes with battles and dates. Images of the sun and moon and stars. Not to mention the fact that the bed was shaped like a shell. It was practical so that you could easily get off or climb on it. But the size could fit an entire primarch there.

He made it especially for you. And judging by what was going on in his workshop... for the two of you. No no no. You no longer had the strength to cry and you wanted to be persistent for the sake of Dorn. Still, the knowledge that the Iron Lord had been planning to steal you away for a long time, not only to mock his brother, but also for his own pleasure, made you sick.

Perturabo regretted turning you away at the Imperial Palace. He regretted that he had alienated a woman who sincerely admired him. He was jealous that his brother got you. The one who always received everyone's admiration and wore the mark of the Emperor with honor. Who not only fought, but also created something beautiful. He didn't truly love you, he wanted to have you as his favorite property. For eternity.

The last thought gave you chills. You were an ordinary girl. A fragile mortal. A remembrancer who never took up sword. No wonder you were easily wounded when an assassin from a recently conquered planet snuck into Dorn's chambers. He easily cut your throat. And you died. And didn't.

Rogal saw how life left you and how it returned to you. It was a miracle. Which, alas, could not be ignored. Malcador the Sigillite told you two that you were one of the Eternals. You were cursed to live forever. And blessed. After all, this meant that you could spend your whole life next to Dorn. Rogal promised the Emperor that you would not distract him. He will continue to serve the Imperium with all his zeal. And he will be able to love you. But now you are in the hands of the Iron Lord. And the thought that you could not leave his Eternal Fortress even in death was terrifying.

You mentally rejoice that even though Perturabo tore your top dress, he still left you with a skirt. Your hands reach into your pocket and you pull out a tiny marble tile. You press your lips to Rogal's face carved into it and inhale the scent of the mineral.

Before the primarch's departure, you specially made this tile. To preserve his image and hope that everything will be fine with him. That he will survive on Terra and will definitely return to you. This was your best work. Rogal did not pose. He slept while you carved his peaceful face.

“Please come to me.” - you whisper quietly, putting all your hope and love into the words. Fingers gently trace Dorn's perfect features. The marble is pleasant to the touch, but when you close your eyes, you imagine Rogal’s warm skin. - "Come to me. My love, I'm so scared. So lonely. Save me. Protect me. Come to me."

You say your personal prayer with sentiment until the sound of footsteps is heard. The door opens slightly and light enters the dark room. The heat of hellfire scorches the coolness of your chambers, enveloping the dark figure of your tormentor. You forcefully press the marble to your chest, hoping to hide the last piece of the home from the Iron Lord. His eyes are filled with a sense of awe out of self-deception and exaltation.

“You called me.”

[endlich-allein]

Do we know what the guys call Richard these days? We know that before, it was Scholle, and Till probably had other names for him. Do you have more info on that?

That's an interesting question !

I don't know much about Richard's nicknames, apart from what was said in an interview :

- Richard had many nicknames before Rammstein. One of them was Scholle : "That's why my father gave me the nickname 'Scholle' (ice floe) back then, inspired by the book Bootsmann auf der Scholle about a little dog who drifts off on an ice floe all the time" [Rock Hard]

- I think it was Paul who mentioned Richard's "many names" : "Then through Till we met Scholle, that is Richard Kruspe, the man with the many names. Scholle had already played in the band 'Das Elegante Chaos', Till already had his band 'First Arsch'. They never had a real guitarist, they preferred to have mean guys, so they asked us. We toured with them, which was actually the best tour I've ever been on in my life. The whole thing was just awesome." [Mix mir einen Drink]

- As for the origin of his actual name, Richard explained that it was his father's second name and that he had changed it because he had never been able to feel connection with the name Sven. [Mannheimer Morgen (not sure about the source)]

I don't know much more about past Richard's nicknames.

Today, I'm afraid they don't have nicknames, they're middle-aged men, nicknames are for young people. In 2020, Schneider said that his nickname 'Doom' was a bit ridiculous [Metal Hammer]. I think they just call each other by their first names. Even if I like to imagine that they give each other cute little nicknames when they're just between themselves, sitting on a sofa or at Till's home thinking about the band's future.... But that's just imagination 🤫

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Richard unfollowed other Rammstein members on instagram 😀 I am terrified.

At the end of 2019 he unfollowed everyone all in one swoop, i remember how dramatic that seemed at the time; at some later point all of his IG posts disappeared. equally dramatic, but luckily they showed up again (most of them anyway) In 2021 interviews he mentioned that he had been at a real low point at the end of 2019/start of 2020, fortunately he managed to get out of that again. Richard has had many ups and downs (some self-inflicted, some that were done to him) through the years, but he is very resilient and always manages to pick himself up again. (And eventually followed all the official accounts of the bandmates again, at least the active ones.)

These new unfollows look dramatic, at least in part because they follow soon after Till's poem. If they are, we won't know until he has bounced back and is ready to tell us.

But Richard seemed in a really good place all through the tour, not just on stage, also at the little glimpses we got from backstage and 'out and about'. The end of the tourcycle must be difficult for him, the man lives for his music, and with Rammstein taking a year or two off touring, maybe he is a bit lost and wondering what to do next. Maybe he took 'a step back' to ponder about it and only now realised that while he followed the bandmates, the bandmates don't follow eachother (well, Schneider follows Paul, but that's it)

And actually i know many people of their generation (well...'my' generation...i assume you all know my age 😊) who think it's a bit silly to follow people on social media who you know in real life anyway. I have colleagues who ask not be followed by co-workers. I follow only very few irl people, mainly ex-colleagues who i liked but went to work for another company, so now i don't see them anymore or relatives who live on the other side of the world. But mates i see regularly...no...we do connect through internet, but through private chats, not in public pages (some of them don't even have IG or X or something, they think it's for younger generations).

I don't rule out that Richard was trying to be youthful, using social media like his kids do, but when the topic came up at a Rammstein hang-out session (like all topics in life come up there, as we know from Flake's podcast), he realised he was the only one...maybe they made fun of him a bit...and since they all only post 'official' stuff on their public pages anyway and they share so much more among eachother in private, he may have thought 'oh what the h.. i'm going 'official' too

As always with everything Rammstein: we will only know more if they want us to know, so all we can do is patiently wait and appreciate what we get when we get it, if we ever get it 🌺

[birdofmay]

do have metal recommendations? I'm new to it. really completely new

*typing up a storm* You just activated the autism in me! 😄

Alright, here's a brief overview. Followers, feel free to recommend songs in the comments, if you listen to metal.

What bands you should know, at least their names:

Black Sabbath, Sepultura, Kiss, Van Halen, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Metallica, Slayer, Megadeth, Pantera, Anthrax, Helloween.

No need to know and like their songs, just know that they exist. There are some more, but you'll encounter them eventually anyway, I'm sure. Note that certain old bands are controversial now, for example Pantera and Metallica.

Some recommendations:

Heavy Metal:

The "How it began" part. Just check out Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, and Black Sabbath. You should know

Thrash Metal:

The earlier albums of Metallica, Testament, Exodus, and of course Slayer. "Raining Blood"

is well known, and I connect "Bloodline"

with long road trips as a child.

Doom Metal:

Some Black Sabbath is also considered doom metal. Apart from that I recommend Pentagram and Witchfinder General.

Black Metal:

Not mine, personally, except for certain derivatives, but they'll come later. I like very few black metal songs. They are:

Death Metal:

Many subgenres, I personally prefer Melodic Death Metal. Cannibal Corpse is well-known and also Obituary. Check out Debauchery, some In Flames, Dark Tranquillity, and Arch Enemy too. Recommendation:

But to be honest, most Children of Bodom songs sound alike 😂

Dark Metal/Gothic Metal:

Hard to sort the whole discography of one band into this subgenre. Some Cradle of Filth, some Sirenia, some Samsas Traum, Type O Negative. I also like

Power Metal:

Sabaton, Powerwolf, Manowar (not everything), HammerFall, Grave Digger (not everything), Sonata Arctica, some Blind Guardian. Power Metal often has characteristics of Symphonic Metal in some songs, so it's hard to put one band in one strict category.

Symphonic Metal:

Nightwish, Xandria, Within Temptation, Epica. Too many favourites to recommend a specific song.

Progressive Metal:

Dream Theater, Opeth, Tool, Symphony X. Specific song:

Folk Metal:

Some Ensiferum, Eluveitie, Týr, Finntroll, Svartsot, Korpiklaani. Also The HU for Mongolian representation 😎 Folk Metal is huge, I just focus on "northern" stuff because I'm "northern" too. Song recommendation:

Viking Metal:

This is actually a "Whatever, as long as it's about Norse stuff and the Viking age" genre. This is why many death metal, folk metal, and power metal bands ALSO are considered viking metal.

Amon Amarth are very well-known, I'd recommend

Pagan Metal:

Also a "Whatever, as long" category. Most folk metal bands are simultaneously pagan metal. Moonsorrow are more black metal but also pagan metal, which is why I'll briefly mention them here.

There also are Varg, but if I'm not mistaken they had some right wing stuff going on, so be careful there. I'm not sure what happened, but I think some of the band members openly supported a neonazi group. Could be that the members were kicked out after that, but even if everything is alright now, they still have a negative connotation.

Somewhere in between all this, there's Alestorm. They're also considered pirate metal, btw. But I'm not actively into that, which is why I put them somewhere in-between.

Industrial Metal:

This is your outsider, and I think every band considered "Industrial Metal" is at the same time considered 5 genres more. Rammstein, Nine Inch Nails, Eisbrecher (some would say it's Gothic), Ministry.

Nu Metal:

Some people would say "Nu Metal isn't metal!!!", but I like it anyway. Check out Slipknot, Limp Bizkit, Korn, Disturbed. "Duality" by Slipknot is the song of a common meme ("I push my fingers into my eyes") 😄

Also Machine Head, but it's hard to categorise them. I just checked, Wikipedia says they're sometimes considered "neo-thrash". Well I guess they're a bit of everything, but their newer albums definitely have nu metal character.

Metalcore:

If you say you're a metalhead but only listen to metalcore, metalheads will hate you for this. Just so you know. ☝🏼 It's a valid genre, but you're on thin ice if you don't listen to other metal genres. There are many overlapping genres here, which is why, again, it's difficult to label bands.

Parkway Drive (some would scream that they're post hardcore), Silverstein (some would scream that they're hardcore punk, others that they're emo), As I Lay Dying, Killswitch Engage, Bullet For My Valentine (some would scream that they're emo, others would say they're heavy metal), Bring Me The Horizon depending on the song, August Burns Red.

Lamb of God are considered metalcore too, but in my opinion they're more metal than metalcore. Anyway I'll mention them here for the sake of classification.

Yeah, that's about it, I guess. This post is already very long, so I guess I better stop at this point. I hope from here on you'll manage to navigate through the big metal genre yourself 😄

P.S.: I forgot Trivium! "Feast Of Fire" is currently stuck in my head

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Matchup request

👋

I'm not sure if you are still taking requests for this but I decided to write this either way. I tried it to write short so hope it's good.

ABOUT ME

My name is Vanessa and I'm 19 (birthday 17. June). I'm female and bisexual. I was only in relationship with man. I'm from one small European country called Croatia and I live on the beach.

APPEARANCE

I have dark brown hair and green eyes. Very pale face and few acne. I'm 160 (5'3) and 44 kilograms. I don't wear glasses or anything similar. I dyed my hair in dark red last summer.

HOBBIES

My hobbies are watching movies, reading and listening.

My favorite genre of movies and books are mostly horror and mastery.

Favorite movie: Interwiew with the vampire. Movie I'm deeply connected with is Dead poets society (cried).

Fav book is secret history and my favorite authors are Donna Tartt, Fyodor Dostoevsky and Edgar Allan Poe.

My favorite TV show is supernatural.

Favorite bands/singers: Rammstein, The Smiths, AC/DC, David Bowie, Alice Cooper, Queen, ABBA.

Favorite song: Bigmouth strikes again by The Smiths.

PERSONALITY

My personality type is INTP.

I'm diagnosed with social anxiety so I'm introvert and I don't talk too much.

I'm staying close to my friends and admiring people and their behavior.

I'm more type to enjoj book then to go out.

I'm usually quiet and shy but I know a lot about people because I listen a lot.

I'm calm person and very emotional.

I like: books, old music, movies, black color, cats, old cars. Researching about weird things such as conspiracy theories + Making journal about that things. Old things (gramophone records, clocks, furniture, paintings)

I usually dress in baggy pant and shirts.

RELATIONSHIPS

I want person who has similar interests as me, who would take care of me and support me.

Someone who would order food instead of me or pay in the store.

My love language is quality time.

In future I would like to live in peace, writing and sometimes traveling.

Hello again...

Sorry for spelling mistakes and this is poorly written but it's really late🥲

Fandoms I would like to get answers:

Marvel

Supernatural

X-men

Hope this is good enough 🙏

Byee and have good day❤

HI! I hope you like your matchups!

Enjoy! <333

Romantic Matchups; Marvel, Supernatural, and X-Men

~~~ Romantic;

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Marvel;

Bruce Banner -

You joined the Avengers as an Avenger for your intelligence and superpowers (of your choice), you quickly found yourself drawn to Bruce because of his quiet, kind demeanor.

Your first real interaction happened in the lab when Tony Stark paired you with Bruce for an experiment.

You fumbled over your words while Bruce gently smiled, finding your shyness endearing since he could relate.

In the beginning, you didn't speak that much, but when you did, you were quiet and only fumbled slightly.

Slowly, you gravitated toward him during downtime, drawn to his calm presence amidst the chaos of the Avengers' lives.

You and Bruce became reading companions.

You’d bring books to the lab, and he'd often join you during breaks. Sometimes, you wouldn’t even talk - just sitting in companionable silence while flipping pages.

Both of you would bond over deep intellectual conversations about science, philosophy, or even the mysteries of the universe late at night when the tower was quiet.

You’d leave post-it notes on his desk with small facts or book quotes you thought he’d like. Bruce would smile and stick them in his notebooks. Anywhere where he can see them.

Bruce noticed how you always saved a seat next to him during meetings and brought him tea during late lab nights, and his heart would quietly ache with the realization of how much he adored your quiet kindness.

He grew protective of you, ensuring you never felt overwhelmed or anxious in stressful situations.

You started noticing how his eyes lingered a little too long on you when you weren’t looking, and the way he always made an effort to talk softly, so as not to scare you off.

One evening, after a particularly intense mission, Bruce found you curled up on the couch with a book, eyes drooping with sleep.

He gently covered you with a blanket, and when you stirred and smiled at him, he softly confessed, "I feel the most at peace when I’m with you. Sleep tight."

Reading in bed on lazy Sundays with a cat snuggled between you.

Experimenting in the lab together, where Bruce would let you tie his hair back when it got in his way.

Going on peaceful, early morning walks when the world was still quiet. No honking horns of New York.

You’d help him keep his anger in check by reminding him to take breaks, and he’d teach you simple breathing techniques to help with your social anxiety.

Bruce would quietly handle social situations for you, like ordering food or speaking to strangers when he noticed your anxiety flaring up.

Phone calls? He'd do those too.

He’d build you a small library in the Avengers tower and fill it with old books he found just for you. From all your favorite authors; Donna Tartt, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Edgar Allan Poe, and more.

Whenever you are stressed, Bruce will leave the room to give you space.

~~~

Supernatural;

Sam Winchester -

You met Sam in college during a late-night library session.

You were sitting in a corner with a worn copy of Dracula, scribbling notes in a journal.

Sam, curious and drawn to you, walked over and asked about the book you were reading. His gentle, approachable demeanor made you feel surprisingly comfortable.

From then on, you started running into each other often, exchanging shy smiles before eventually studying together.

It took some time to get to that stage.

You bonded over a shared love of books, often swapping favorites and discussing them over coffee or tea.

You noticed how protective he became of you, especially when loud, crowded parties stressed you out. He’d always be the one to quietly lead you out for some fresh air.

Sam realized his feelings for you when he caught himself watching you write in your journal, the soft light of the library highlighting your focused expression.

For you, it was the way Sam’s voice softened whenever he talked to you, and how he always made you feel seen and heard, no matter what.

Neither of you rushed into a confession, but the feelings were clear in the way you gravitated toward each other and how your study sessions started feeling more like dates.

Sam finally confessed his feelings during a late-night drive. The two of you had been talking about everything and nothing when he nervously said, "I think I’ve liked you since the day you told me Dostoevsky."

Watching horror movies together, popcorn in a giant bowl between the both of you.

Picnics in quiet parks where you’d bring books to read your favorite lines to each other.

Sam would handle ordering at restaurants and talking to cashiers, always wanting to make things easier for you.

He’d surprise you with first-edition copies of your favorite books, leaving little notes inside.

You’d be Sam’s calm in the storm, always listening when he needed to vent or reflect on something weighing on him.

You’d research topics for his essays or hunts, knowing how much he valued your insight.

You’d remind him to take care of himself, especially during times when he pushed himself too hard.

Sam loved complimenting your aesthetic and personal style.

~~~

X-Men;

Hank McCoy -

You became Hank’s assistant after being recruited by Charles Xavier, who noticed your intelligence and potential in science.

Your shyness made your first interactions with Hank a little awkward, but his own bashfulness helped bridge the gap.

Hank immediately respected your work ethic and would sneakily leave coffee on your desk when he noticed you stayed up late in the lab.

You and Hank bonded over your shared love of research and a deep curiosity about the world.

Hank would catch you humming to your music while jotting down notes and find it utterly charming.

He started sharing his personal experiments with you, trusting you completely with his work.

And soon enough, you see his Beast form.

He's worried you won't like him or be afraid of him, but you aren't.

Dating Hank meant lots of quiet moments in the lab, where you’d work side by side, sometimes forgetting the world outside existed.

He’d take you on simple, thoughtful dates, like stargazing or visiting libraries with rare texts.

Museum dates!

Sharing music playlists, with Hank secretly adding songs he thought would make you would like or would make you smile.

Hank would always make sure you had the resources you needed for your work, even if it meant going out of his way. Pens, paper, whatever!

He’d offer quiet encouragement whenever your social anxiety flared up, reminding you of your incredible capabilities.

He’d protect you fiercely, both in the lab and during missions, always making sure you felt safe.

You’d help him organize his notes and gently remind him to take breaks when he got too absorbed in his work.

You’d always remind him of his worth, especially during times when he struggled with his self-image.

You know, when he turns blue.

Movie nights where you watch The Dead Poet's Society or binge Supernatural.

Really likes listening to David Bowie and AC/DC with you on a second player.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Breaking Bonds Ch. 1

Glossu Rabban "The Beast" Harkonnen x F! Reader

Synopsis: Many were involved in the forced union of you and the Count of your homeworld - how will you cope; on a foreign planet and trapped with a literal beast? Notes: Arranged Marriage, Lankiveili! Reader, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn Chapter Warnings: Slight Angst A/N: My new friend @cinnamon-mey inspired me to finally start this fic that's been sitting in my draft for an eternity. If you search for a good Rabban short, check out her work right -> Here! ❤

"Amour, amour, everyone wants to tame you. Amour, amour, in the end we're caught between your fangs. Love is a wild beast! You fall straight into her trap. She stares right into youe eyes. Enchanted when her gaze meets yours." - Rammstein

Rabban's voice cut like thunder through the strained silence, his shouts being followed by what you could only decipher as the wreckage of furniture.

"WHY WOULD MY UNCLE MAKE ME WED THIS LOWLIFE? WHY?!"

You were in the room next to his, both you and the slaves flinching with every sound. Still, they wordlessly continued preparing you for the ceremony, harshly tugging on your hair that was so foreign for them to maintain.

His voice was just as you imagined, you thought: As frightening as the man himself, and dripping with intense hate and rage.

There was no way he had only now been informed about this arrangement.

Maybe he did simply hope there'd be another way around, who knows? That'd make two of you.

Reality began to dawn on you as you watched the Harkonnen maids work on you in the mirror. According to their tradition, you were dressed in all black - a fitting theme, for it truly felt like a funeral more than anything.

Another clash from your fiancé's room, followed by screams and someone calling out for a medic.

This man's fury could direct itself against anyone or anything, even if absolutely unprovoked. It was enough to be in his vicinity at the wrong moment...

...the place you were destined to be from now on.

Tears dwelled in your eyes and even though you did not understand their language, they gesticulated for you that the time had come.

You were led to the altar like a lamb to the slaughter, aware of your fate but unable to prevent the inevitable.

Never before had a walk had felt this long yet also agonizingly short.

As you walked down the aisle, your glance wandered aimlessly through the hall avoiding to look at Rabban for as long as humanly possible at any cost.

A pityful attempt to prevent yourself from breaking down right then and there - at least not futile until now.

You couldn't help but notice the lack of anything that might indicate the current celebration. There was no decoration, no music, nothing.

Something to get used to, living with those people from now on.

Many eyes were locked on you, most of them unfamiliar. They were observing you warily, degrading even.

Some of them you had never met before, and still they had decided over your fate - or rather doom - without any remorse, only ever having their own benefit in mind.

Of course your own family was not allowed to attend - the fact that you roamed these halls freely was proof of their desperate measurements.

But in the end, you were just another slave.

A cruel tactic, marrying you off to the man that was tormenting your entire homeworld for decades already.

Well, toying with other people's lives if the end justified the means - that was the fundament the whole Empire was build on.

For a sheer moment, you locked eyes with the Reverend Mother - another player to whom you were nothing more than a mere pawn.

They had raised their hopes of you birthing a gifted daughter, fit to join the ranks of the Bene Gesserit. While you had no connection to the order whatsoever, Rabban's mother had been one of them. So it was not completely impossible for your offsprings to carry huge potential.

Even though being forced to reciprocate with one of this monstrous race terrified you beyond belief, so did the thought of your child being robbed from you right after birth.

Maybe it was better this way - the abomination you'd bring forth with the Beast would grow up to become just as evil as the rest of them.

You also spotted Baron Vladimir among the crowd, first row of course and seemingly very proud of himself. Of course he'd attend, being the one to suggest this alliance in the first place.

The Baron was not particulary fond of the idea that inferior genes would once again taint the Harkonnen bloodline, though he thought of Rabban just as lowy. Most important, it might end the uproars on your home planet and assure them safe trade of the precious whale fur once again.

He couldn't care less about Rabban's future, let alone a heir of his lends. If anything, it would be a nuisance for the Baron's initial conspiracy to help his favoured nephew Feyd take over the lead of House Harkonnen.

Because by law, the firstborn Rabban and his bloodline would be first in order of reign, no matter how much your inferior blood might taint it.

However, the unison between the self-proclaimed Count of Lankiveil and the last remaining native royal house of the planet would hopefully bring about permanent peace.

Settling things like this would spare him the expenses and resources of wiping the rebels out through force.

This was also the reason your family had given you - their only marriageable daughter - away voluntarily, knowing very well what unspeakable terrors the Harkonnens could otherwise unleash onto the remaining populace.

In the end, the Baron was satisfied with the outcome. You were composed and intelligent, yet knew your place. A fitting counterpart for the dull and erratic Rabban, possibly even keeping him from poor decisions that'd be bad for their business.

After knowing what the Harkonnens were capable of, you were sheer too terrified to become an actual threat. You'd gladly accept your role and sacrifice for your people without daring to ever strive for more, he was sure of it.

Everything else could be dealt with later, Vladimir thought.

"Remain as still as a corpse" you reminded yourself as you had reached the destination besides your soon-to-be husband. "Thus is the virtue of a lady."

You gulped harshly, desperate to make your body obey even in the face of fear - in contradiction to your own survival instincts.

However, when Rabban finally lifted your veil you were unable to keep your body from shaking, strangled sobs escaping your throat ever so frequent.

No one seemed to mind your current state of being, though you were certain even the last one among the audience could notice your very obvious distress.

After all, it was no secret that this marriage was fake. A trade in exchange for peace...

...and all consequence that came along with it you alone had to bear.

A firm grip under your chin forced you to look up to the man, and when you ultimatively saw this frightening man eye to eye, the last bit of your resolve disappeared.

You did not care anymore - anything would be salvation compared to whatever awaited you with the monster that was the man you had been promised to.

The Count himself however seemed rather unimpressed by this whole scenario.

In the end he was nothing but the shell of a man with no own will. Even this marriage was just another order for him to follow.

Not even the Emperor would know what kind of inhumane measurements were necessary to break this literal beast into utter submission like that.

Rabban had never cared about politics of some sort - whether he was to be here or slaughter himself through the rows of your people, it did not matter the same...

...though admittedly, he'd enjoy the latter option way more.

It was sheer impossible to know what he was thinking as he scanned your face, keeping an indifferent expression - and yet his stare was burning holes into you.

Even while doing nothing spectacular, his vile aura alone was making you shrink down in fear.

An embassador of the emperor was in charge of the ceremony, however both of you did not pay his speech any mind. You were still frozen on spot, gaze glued on each other like hunter and prey - expecting one to strike as soon as you'd be inattentive.

"I do" he spoke, his relentless eyes still fixated on your face - and only when those words reached your ears you realized that the ceremony was already in full swing.

In huge contrast to earlier, Rabban's demeanour was now all calm and collected - at least on the outside...

...and yet his voice was still boiling with anger underneath. A deep almost-growl, sending a chill down your spine as it echoed against the walls.

"And you, Y/N Årud: Do you take Glossu Rabban Harkonnen to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Cold dread dropped to your stomach like lead, and it took everything inside of you to not faint from the horrifying anticipation.

Remembering the reason you were chosen - the fact that your sacrifice would ease the burden of your folk - gave you just enough strenght to continue this farce.

There was no escaping it either way - this was your cruel, cruel destiny.

You blinked away the burning tears on the rim of your eyes, ramming your nails into your palm to level yourself. Refusing to do so much as look at him again, you took a deep breath and finally wrung out the words everyone expected of you:

"I-I...yes, I do."

----

Årud is a Norwegian reference, meaning something like "river's clearing"

[Chapter 2]

[a-child-of-chaos906]

Guide on devotional playlists!

(Note: English is my second language, there could be mistakes. Please be understanding.)

Making devotional playlist and listening it is one of the simplest way to connect and honour your Deity, plus it is a popular devotional act. It is simple, so if you have little energy, disabled, don't have time, it is a good, easy and modern thing to do, that everyone can do. But sometimes it's hard to decide what to add to playlist, so today I made a guide, how to make devotional playlist. You can add your additions, if you have one, it will be great! This guide will work for every God, Deity, Spirit, not just Netjeru.

I will go through it with my Patron God Sutekh and my playlist to Him and examples from that playlist.

I need to say with a little reminder, that everyones music taste is different and two playlists for same God will never be same, so be kind to each other.

You can put songs of any language.

1.) Songs directly about God.

It is self-explanatory. If it is a song about God, if it sings Their myths, or is about God without Their name, but it's clearly Them, it falls under this category. It is one of the simplest. For me those are:

Derek Fietcher – Set;

Канцлер Ги – Полынь и Ковыль;

Khepri – The Desert od Set;

Altay Tuna POLAT – Mercy of Seth, and so on.

2.) Songs that have Their energy, that feel like Them or Their symbols.

That could be one of the biggest categories, because there could be a lot songs that can feel like Deity. It could be Their aspects, symbols, animals, domains and just energy in general. For example, song "God" by Jake Daniels have big Sutekh energy for me with the lyrics themselves. List can be replenished with:

Alcest – Sapphire;

Watt White – Eye of the Storm;

Blackmore's Night – Storm;

The Score – Revolution;

Casey Edwards – Bury the Light;

Hollywood Undead – Bloody Nose;

Fall out boy – The Phoenix;

Adrian Von Ziegler – Ancient Storm;

Once Monsters – My Name Is...;

Ария – Дух Войны;

Halestorm – I Am the Fire;

And so on. It could be one of the biggest categories and for everyone it will be different.

3.) Songs that you think They will like.

Basically, songs, that don't have to do with the Deity themselves, but you think your God might like them. It could be specific genre, that associated with Them, like rock or hip-hop, that just have something in it. My examples are:

Ghost – Mary on a Cross;

My Chemical Romance – Na Na Na;

Glass Animals – Toes;

Rammstein – Sonne;

Bryce Fox – Horns, and so on.

4.) UPG.

This is a part, that will appear through your time with Deity, it is something that will feel to everyone personally. Maybe, a symbol, an animal, maybe, you will have special relationship. It is individual from person to person. In songs it could be a specific genre, that you feel to Deity and songs connected to your UPG. As well, it could be song through which your God gave you some kind of lesson.

For me, Sutekh became my parental figure, He became very special to be, so my playlist has songs from parental love, like:

My Indigo – Safe and Sound;

Three Days Grace – Unbreakable Heart;

Peter Gundry – A father's lesson;

Three Days Grace – Painkiller.

Song through which He gave me reminder and lessons to continue fighting:

The Score – Born For This.

And so on. UPG can be very different, and so are the songs.

5.) Ambient and nature sounds.

This part can be not for every God. Mostly, it is good for Gods with nature elements, to listen them. Like, for Sutekh, I listen sounds of desert and sounds of storm and rain. But ambient is more universal. It can be, again, ambient of some kind of nature place and event, like, again, desert, water, forest, it could be ambient of some general feeling, like dark, calm, energetic. There is a lot of ambient in videos and others people playlists. It can also be UPG.

For general Netjeru, I can recommend Egyptian music. For Anpu it could be more dark ambient, for Wesir calm, for Heru it could be royal.

Under this category also falls music for meditation. Music with calm rhythm, without words. I have another playlist for Sutekh, that is sixteen and half hours long with music that feels like desert and sounds of storm.

That is all I got so far. You can write down additions for categories, if you have!

I hope everyone will have a great day!

[the-marron]

When I was a kid I used to love Britney Spears. Her music videos fascinated me - they were colourful and they seemed to have a story to tell, so I adored watching them and making up my own stories that went along with what was happening on the screen. I didn't know English back then at all, so I didn't understand a word, but her songs brought me joy and I adored her.

When I got a bit older, around maybe 8 or 9, it turned out that liking Britney Spears is BAD TM. Because she is a stupid blonde, you see. My parents told me I was too smart to listen to trashy pop. They helped me get the CDs, yes, but they were always given to me with a 'eh, I hope you will grow out of it soon'. I was a smart kid, I shouldn't listen to stupid things.

My peers also mocked Britney, telling me all the other artists that were better to listen to, like Christina Aguilera. She was the smart, edgy blonde, so if I had to listen to silly songs, then I could at least pick a more mature, better option.

There were other artists I listened to, of course, it's not like Britney was the only one that spoke to me, but when I learned English enough to understand what the songs were about, I grew to like them more - the songs about trying to be your own person, about not accepting what other people tell you you should be. About parents deciding what you should do and like. They resonated with me, even though I was 'too smart' for that sort of music.

As most kids do, I started to hide it. When I was 10, maybe 11, I made a very good impression of being over it. I listened to Rammstein now, sometimes to Linkin Park. It was much better, according to many.

My dad told me he was proud of me when I told him I enjoyed Sabaton. "Finally, you grew out of your stupid era!"

I was sufficiently shamed by that point to never mention my Britney Spears phase. It was the butt of jokes at family dinners still, because it was such a funny thing for a kid to like silly music. Now that the kid was over it, we should mock it as viciously as possible. Just in case said kid wants to revert to the old ways.

To be completely honest, I copied that approach - my victim of choice was Adele. It was in high school already, and I absolutely abhorred her songs. I found them whiny, overhyped, unnecessarily tearful and man-oriented, they all sounded the same to my ears, so whenever someone said that their favourite song was something of Adele's, my first thought was 'but you are smart? Why her?'

Fast-forward to now, and with Britney Spears's book released, it turns out that listening to her is okay now. It's feminist. It's fine and even good to say outright that you are a fan. Because she is a victim of abuse now, so it's fine and morally correct to like her. Her songs and lyrics have value now. Curious.

The thing is, I truly did grow out from my Britney phase. I retain some sentiment for a few songs, but either it's simply not who I am anymore, or I successfully eradicated my interest in her to stop feeling ashamed whenever her name comes up in a conversation. Doesn't matter which one it is, the effect is the same.

However, now I am old enough to see that what was done to my Britney phase, I applied to other singers - Adele, Billie Eilish, to name a few. There is always a woman singer to hate, someone whose lyrics and music "you are too smart to enjoy".

There is no real take away from it really, all of that are just musings born out of an idle mind, but now I believe that songs are a bit like poetry - you either connect with it or you don't, either it touches you or it doesn't. One person will see themselves in Adele, someone else will find themselves mirrored in Billie Eilish, someone else feels seen whenever they listen to Mitski. It's a universal feeling we all experience, to like a song and think 'wow, this speaks to me!', we all just have different tastes and different experiences.

I just know that right now, I no longer want to be the person who says 'I thought you were smarter than this?' whenever someone shares their favourites.

[nightcoremoon]

something people don’t really understand is that closer by nine inch nails is not only actually a love song as part of a narrative of a man losing touch with reality, with god, with his loved ones, with his self, but it’s actually incredibly subversive with its handling of the subject of love in the form of sex masquerading as poetic romance. the doors, the stones, led zep, zz top, skynyrd, every hair band, all the biggest acts of the 60s 70s and 80s, they all had love songs that said “I wanna fuck you” but they danced around saying the fuck word and avoiding being shadowbanned on the radio, “I’m gonna give you every inch of my love” ain’t exactly subtle. but what trent reznor did with the downward spiral was do away with subtlety entirely. march of the pigs, big man with a gun, hurt, every single song on the album is a punch to the face with a purposeful lack of nuance in the lyrical content, because the meat of the storyline is told in the MUSIC. it was abrasive. it was rude. it was in your face. it was EDGY. it was the perfect segway from the new wave sounds of joy division, depeche mode, and tears for fears, into the darker industrial and more experimental sounds of groups like fear factory, ministry, and kmfdm.

when he says I wanna fuck you like an animal, he’s cutting through the bullshit, the corporate sanitization and trashy lack of humility of the music industry at the time (nirvana died and foo fighters was born from the ashes, green day was the biggest punk band in the world, biggie was the new kid in the hop hop scene, limp bizkit showed up to ruin everyone’s day, system of a down was still underground, americans said rammstein were nazis because americans actually said they hated nazis back then, and the spice girls were fresh on the scene), and being straight up with you the listener. hey, I’m in love with this girl, and I want to have sex with her because other than drugs it’s the only thing in my life that makes me feel ANYTHING anymore, and she is my only connection to hope, and if I lose her then I am going to lose everything. i want to fuck you, I want to be inside you, I want to feel you deeper than I’ve felt anyone else before in the most literal sense possible. everything about me is bad except for you. it’s a tragic, sad, and hauntingly beautiful elegy to unconditional love for its own sake, and a focus on the devolution to primal carnal lust with no other reason to survive.

and now thirty years later people play it in strip clubs.

[marimayscarlett]

I think Hugo and Richard need to work together.

Hi my dear 🤍 and thank you for throwing yet another opportunity in my direction to talk about my main and my side-obession in one post 👀

Please hold the line, I need to process my immense love for men venturing out into fruity/feminine fashion, I'll be right with you 😀

Ok, now that's better 👌🏼

I think so too! And maybe they would get along well. You will laugh, but my delusional mind immediately draws some similarities between them (eventhough they have pretty different characters) - most likely just because they're both artists and I have a thing for them, but still.

Both Richard and Hugo were determined to become an artist from an early age on - Richard telling others as a child that he'll become a rockstar when he grows up, Hugo stepped foot out of school and went straight into acting school without looking back. While both being immensely successful in their respective careers - Richard having world wide success with Rammstein and is filling stadiums year after year now, Hugo quite literally hopping from one modern classic to the next (Lord of the Rings, Matrix, The Hobbit, V for Vendetta, Priscilla and more), both make indications that they kind of prefere the quieter/more simpler surroundings. Richard emphasizing several times how he would like to do a more toned down stage performance to give the music more space (I have an ask about it here), Hugo prefering smaller sets more than the immense big ones like LotR and Matrix and finds a lot of joy in theater acting (more raw and direct than movies). Both really live for their familys - in the linked interview Hugo mentiones he would gladly give his career up for his family and rather stays in Australia than to move closer to Hollywood (which he isn't a big fan of anyway), Richard moving back to Berlin to ensure a proper surrounding for the upbringing of his child as well as gathers his loved ones around him a lot.

And especially, both are extremely passionate about their work and can get quite intense about it, and while watching and reading interviews, you can immediately recognize their drive and passion. Which ultimatively is one of the things I absolutely love in people the most, and draws me to them most of the time 😊

And they are kind of a tiny bit connected! 'Du hast' was included on the soundtrack of the first Matrix movie (only on CD, not in the movie itself) in which Hugo played the infamous role of Agent Smith.

In a parallel universe, like in a 'Richard ventures out as a producer and cinema-lover into the world of movies'-AU (producing a movie, writing music for it, etc.), maybe they really could work together 😅 And Hugo once mentioned that he really likes Berlin due to the vast amount of different theaters the city has to offer 😊

Oh, and some more compelling arguments in my eyes regarding silly similarities (mentioning them just because i can):

Both have no problem dressing up in women's clothing and seemingly find a LOT of joy in it (like you already shown so beautifully in your ask 🙏🏼):

Both also have absolutely no problem going all in when it comes to kissing their male counterparts:

And both have an ass that won't quit, this is beside the point but still:

(gif sources: x, x)

All in all, thank you for coming to my delusional TED Talk about the several connections between my two favourites I made up in my unhinged little mind 🤝🏼

[no-walkietalkies]

riri makes stupid connections between zero day and Harris and Klebold; the first installment

something i’ve thought about is when rachel and cal are in the graveyard, filming talking to each other. rachel says something along the lines of “when it’s you and me, i feel like i’m with cal. but whenever andre’s around you become like andre #2.” and cal says something along the lines of “how do you know andre isn’t actually becoming cal #2?” its all joking, but it sort of reminds me of some of the dialogue (at least, very early dialogue) about Klebold and Harris.

in the early days in the aftermath and even as the massacre was happening, a lot people were shocked over Klebold’s involvement, but weren’t surprised Harris was and made sense of if one of them was involved, the other had to have been too. people perceived Harris as mean and angry and thus it made sense to them that he’d commit the massacre- however, while yes some people remember Klebold as being rude or angry, the general consensus around him seemed to be that he was just kind of a passive guy. if that is true or not is up to each individual, but he wasn’t an active nuisance most of the time to majority of people. (obviously, the guy was still an asshole. there’s still a thread of people he was awful to, and i don’t say this to excuse or make Klebold seem more innocent. i just bring this up to show that most people didn’t really see him as a threat, even if there was people he was a dick to.) people thought that Klebold must’ve “followed” Harris into doing it, thus the whole “Dylan was a follower” narrative bullshit. they thought Klebold had to have had someone to follow into committing the massacre, and was laid back and passive enough that Harris somehow roped him into this twisted scheme. obviously this is all bullshit and if you read even just their journals you’ll know it is (cough cough dave cullen..) but essentially people thought that Klebold was following or became different under Harris’ guidance.

however, in the basement tapes, Klebold rants on and on about his life long hidden anger and how everyone in his life made him who he is / added to it. now, don’t get me wrong, i’m not here to spread that stupid bullshit that Eric/Dylan followed the other into committing the massacre. they both clearly wanted to do it and it’s stupid to claim one was a follower when they both went through with it at the end of the day. (and also journal evidence literally contradicts this) however, ironically enough, i believe Devon Adams [friend of Klebold and Zack Heckler and later went on to date Zack] said something about how Harris was actually the one to copy Klebold and it made him “so mad.” Applying to Blackjack Pizza, getting a Rammstein car sticker, getting a black trench coat, all that jazz.

what the hell does any of this have to do with zero day? obviously, cal and andre are loosely based off of Klebold and Harris. they aren’t direct one to ones of course (for legal reasons and in story reasons, such as cal having younger siblings when Klebold only had an older brother, Byron, and andre being jewish when Harris wasn’t. Klebold did have jewish heritage though.) but i just this it’s interesting how it’s brought up that essentially, when around andre, cal becomes like someone else to rachel. someone more like who andre is taken to be- mean and aggressive. but to cal, it’s more that he can be more of who he “really is” around andre, aka not needing to be the nice and shyly passive kid people take him for and instead be the type of kid who would plan and execute zero day. and if anything, sometimes andre takes after cal more in certain ways.

if you replace cal and andre with their counterparts/the people they were based on, Klebold and Harris, within that paragraph, it seems pretty similar to the descriptions of how they were perceived and how they actually behaved sometimes in the 2nd and 3rd paragraphs. does this mean anything? probably not, but i truly do think it’s incredibly interesting how well the director molded cal and andre after Klebold and Harris, even if sometimes unintentionally with something like this. this is probably awfully worded but i hope i got my point across lolz

[herrlindemann]

Zillo - January 2004

thanks to ramjohn for the scans.

With big things casting their shadows far ahead, the new Rammstein album, which at the time of this writing didn't yet have a final title, is of truly gigantic proportions. The rumor mill has been churning for quite a while and as early as April the band's official website published the first results of the work on the successor to 'Mutter'. However, by the time the listening session started in front of a manageable number of journalists, quite a bit of water had flowed down the Rhine. In a noble ambience and under the highest security precautions, we too were able to convince ourselves that the hype about the ten pieces presented there was not just hot air.

The palette ranges from the insanely brutal 'Mein Teil', which is supposed to form the first single, to the simply knitted, but much softer and catchier 'Los'.

In between, Rammstein play with all sorts of proven elements, but always surprise with another new detail. From the socially critical number 'Amerika', whose refrain you can sing along to immediately, to the slightly sacral sounds ('Amore'), the band not only counts on quick success, but also dares to take risks. The electronic components, which often played a key role in earlier compositions, were somewhat reduced. Instead, even if that hardly seemed imaginable with Rammstein, real guitar thunderstorms, which are part of the kit for example in the pre-single or in 'Stein um Stein', got even more heaviness and brutality. At times one almost wishes that the ax had stayed at home so that one could better enjoy the beautiful melodies or other ideas. Basically, the boys are quite happy with their world, as Oliver and Paul confirm in an interview. Harshness or even violence is not part of their everyday life. And yet Paul sees no immediate challenges in the distance between artistic expression and the rest of their life. “Strangely, there is no discrepancy. It's also not difficult to chop up everything musically in the rehearsal room, but then put the guitar against the wall and go outside to pick up your child from kindergarten. This works perfectly. I think that's important too. The reverse path, or the reverse connection, is more difficult. When the child suddenly wants to know why Till has strapped on a huge plastic puller man, then it's a bit strange. But then again, it's not that bad. On the contrary, the more private life you have, the more fun it is to play in the band. Band and family is not really possible, but every day that you manage to balance it is wonderful.”

Apparently it's not necessary as a heavy band to always show an aggressive character. Which he also confirms, but also limits. “From our experience I can say that the hardest bands are often the nicest. In addition, however, a threatening, frightening or aggressive effect on stage may not be entirely theatrical. The roles that we show on stage are hidden somewhere within us. However, this site is not on all day. If everything were just fake, then people would notice and it would never go down well. You have to find that middle ground somehow. There's no such thing as 'off-duty creep', you have to have something of it in you, otherwise the fans would feel it.”

It's nice that even bands, whose possibilities on stage are very generous, are concerned about their fans. They should surely be very interested in what else Oliver and Paul had to tell. A continuation of the conversation can therefore be found in the next issue.

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Puts out a new nice poem and then releases music video with assault scene in it during thia not so good for him times... Till really is something else.

what follows is my personal opinion, so feel free to disagree entirely:

With regards to the video i'm withholding judgment until i've seen the entire thing in context. Ofcourse the one scene they put in the teaser is there to provoke, and i'd say he succeeded. But remember Rammstein's Deutschland video when the one bit that was used as teaser was of the WWII prisoners and loads of people were ready to critique them of being insensitive (at best) (and i'm sure some still do), but in the context of the complete video i would say it was actually a real honest depiction of German history and showed a vital part of that (and even more interesting, it showed that people were inprisoned or killed for various reasons, which is the raw truth, although a truth that Germany has had a difficult time to come to terms with, and Rammstein hit the sore spot).

We know the dreadlock hairdo from photos Till's friend accidently (?) leaked at the time, and that was before the allegations stuff, but in theory it is possible that a video was shot at the time, but that it was reshot more recently to change the narrative (maybe as a reaction to the allegations), and unless we see the whole thing, we don't know the message it wants to convey.

The poem is interesting to me, because, apart from art being open to interpretation, and we don't have (and probably won't get) Till's own comment on what he intended with it. But at some points during the last months i may have had the feeling that Till wasn't bothered or had a 'FU' attitude to what happened. At the very least during the few bits i had seen from his tour (but as you may know, Till's imagery in his solowork is not my thing) he seemed to continue in the same vein as before and possibly provocatively announcing holding after-parties etc; again, it could be interpreted as a FU...

Well the poem, to me, shows that it does bother him, and that it gets to him. Maybe the fact that people again painted slogans somewhere in his neighbourhood recently, still not letting go of the allegations and now he got back to Berlin after the tour and saw it with his own eyes, was the proverbial 'final straw' that prompted him to write the poem... maybe he already made the poem months ago...don't know.

What is interesting to me too, is that the allegations stuff is often attributed to politically speaking 'left-wing' inclined people; and slogans that are used are usually targetted at 'right-wing' others. But we know for a fact that Rammstein as a whole and Till too are, well, officially political, but if we would *have* to 'label' them, it would be decidedly 'left-wing'. I've felt more than once, that actually the phrases used and actions done by the accusers (and their hangers-on) are going to extremes that actually tend to loop back towards the other end of the political spectrum. The accusations without proof, the cancel culture...isn't it really the same as silencing people because of their beliefs or way of life that happens in Right-wing society? If everything in life is a circle, if you go to the extreme left, don't you run the risk of unintentionally becoming extreme right yourself?

The phrase in the poem"Rot wird braun" (Red becomes brown) reminds me a lot of Left-wing (often represented with color red) turning into Right-wing (especially in 1930/1940's Germany the color of Right wing politics)...and although it is just my interpretation, i wouldn't be surprised if Till made that connection too.

Of all of Till's solowork, i appreciate his poetry the most, and this is no exception.

And the poem sparked my interest in the video more than before i read it, so it will be interesting to see the whole 🌺

[fayn3ko]

lmao your posts about how awful Till is and how we need to believe all women certainly aged well. i hope if you ever try to get back into the fandom they tell fair-weather fans like you to suck shit :>

People like you, and those on twitter who say exactly the same stuff and even make fun of topics like rape, SA etc are what make me feel ashamed to be connected with as a (former) Rammstein fan.

Did you really think anything would come out of this? You don't need to study law to know that it is hardly possible to proof anything in these cases, some really long ago. It is not even that any of the victims sued him. I wonder if you even understand what actually was/is going on.

This all is not about Till being some evil criminal who will definitely go into prison. If you think that it is absolutely fine that a 47 year old man had a sexual relationship with a 15 year old, basically a child, you can't be helped. It is not against the laws, no, because there were 'real feelings of love'. Basically none of the things Till did or does are really against the law, more like in a grey zone. The whole row zero system, the pressure the (young) girls were put into because they thought they could join a backstage party with all members, all the girls waking up next to members and not remembering anything.

I simply think that he is a massive asshole, he does certainly not respect women the way I thought for a long time or the fandom portrays. He is abusing his power as a man, as someone who is famous and idolized by many people and it's no problem because he is a 'rockstar'. I love Rammstein's music and I want to believe them, but I don't put strangers over my moral beliefs. Most people in the fandom seem to lack even critical thinking, because, no way that our teddybear and his family - who act as one right know but clearly said they are very distant to him by now - could do anything wrong!

It's funny to me that you believe I would give a damn what that fandom thinks of me or that I would try to go back into that pit.