#rammstein makeup

[derhaifischer]

i need to collect every single picture in this category of schneider sightings

[endlich-allein]

Sehnsucht era, Continental Airlines Arena, East Rutherford, USA, 25-09-1998 © Eddie Malluk

[jacqueling35]

A year ago I recreated @rammsteinofficial 's Sehnsucht album covers for my Halloween costume(s). Still very happy with this. Happy Haloween! 🎃⛓️🖤

Check out my YouTube link in bio for behind the scenes!

#halloween #rammstein #rammsteinlive #rammsteinfan #rammsteinofficial

#rammsteinarmy #rammsteinfans #tilllindemann #richardkruspe #paullanders #christophschneider #christianflakelorenz #christianlorenz #oliverriedel #german #germanmetal #metalmusic #industrialdesign #industrial #sehnsucht #halloweencostume #halloweenmakeup #lifad #gottfriedhelnwein #germany #horrortok #horrortiktok #horrormakeup

[mrsfitzgerald]

brussel3 🫧

[kya-kya-kya]

Girlhood is a spectrum✨

[myrammmortal]

Chapter 22, The Bark Lord? Woof Woof!

AN: stfu! prepz stup flaming ok if u dnot lik it fuk of I no itz mr. noris itz raven’s folt ok!11 u suk!1 no jus kidding raven u fokieng rok prepz suk!1

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All day everyone talked about the Misery of Magic. Well anyway, I woke up the next day. I was in my bed so I opened the door. I was wearing blak lacey leather pajamas. Then I gasped.

Standing in front of me where………………. Frau Schneider, Vampire, Diabolo, Richard, Oliver and Willow! I opened my crimson eyes. ALL OF THEM WERE WEARING CLOTHES OKAY? NO ONE NEEDS A WHOLE PARAGRAPH ON EVERYONE'S OUTFIT! Dear god, that pissed me off and I apologise. So were Crab and Goyle. It turns out that Darkness, Diabolo, Crab and Goyle’s dad was a vampire. He committed suicide by slitting his wrists with a razor. He had raped them and stuff before too. They all got so depressed that they became goffik and converted to Stanism.“OMFG” I yielded as I jumped up. “Why the fuck are u all here?”

“Paul Shadow Edgelord Omnipotentia Birdflu Landers something is really fucked up.” Richard said.

“OK but I need to put my fucking clothes on first.” I shouted angrily.

“It’s all right. We have to go now and you look kawaii anyway. Your so fucking beautiful.” Richard said in a sexy voice.

“Oh all right, I'll just wander around naked all day.” I said smiling. “But you have to tell me why your being all erective.”

“I will I will.” he said.

So I just put on some black eyeliner, black lipstick and red eyeshadow and white foundation. Then I came. We all went outside the Great Hal and looked in from a widow. A fucking prep called Britney from Griffindoor was standing next to us. She was wearing a pink mini and a Hilary Duff t-shirt so we put up our middle fingers at her. Inside the Great Hall we could see till. Cornelia Fudged was there shouting at Till. Doris Rumbridge was there too.

“THIS CANNOT BE!” she shouted angrily. “THE SCHOOL MUST BE CLOSED!”

“THE BARK LORD IS PLANNING TO KILL THE STUDENTS!” yelled Cornelia Fudge.

“YOU ARE NOT FIT TO BE THE PRINCIPAL ANY LONGER!” yelled Rumbridge. “YOU ARE TOO OLD AND YOUR ALZHEIMERS IS DANGEROUS! YOU MUST RETRY OR VOLDEMORT WILL KILL YOUR STUDENTS!”

“Very well.” Till said angrily. “Butt we cannot do this. We can’t close the school. There is only one person who is capable of killing Voldemort and she is in the school. And her name is…………………………………………………………………..Paul Darkness Edgelord Troglodyte Shadow Alzheimer Birdflu Omnipotentia Landers

Richard, Crab, Goyle, Oliver, Willow, Vampire and Frau Schneider looked at each other………I gasped.

[maxxiesutton]

i'm not usually a schneider fan but PLEASE THE WAY HE LOOKS IN THE FIRST PHOTO IS MAKING ME LAUGH

also i feel like schneider and richard would be the only two who are actually good at makeup without anyone's assistance

Berlin, Germany Photo by Helena Kapidzic

[endlich-allein]

Till, Provinssi Festival, Seinäjoki, Finland, 02-07-2016 © Jarmo Hännisen

[mrsfitzgerald]

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

took me ages to refind the old post (bad tumblr!) but this is the makeup artist Jhon Yanez

Whoever did Richard’s makeup for the 2022 Mexico shows deserves a kiss on the mouth

Hello 👋

The person(s) who were responsible for his makeup and look back in Mexico deserve everything. A kiss on the mouth, a hug so tight to crush ribs, a raise and a bonus worth to be able to buy like a yacht and everything this person dreams of because Richard's look was CHEF'S KISS. The hair, the makeup, his outfit...I just let the picture material speak for itself:

But just imagine, maybe it was himself who put on this wonderful dark vampire-esque makeup - he also would deserve everything 😌

[inksoakedparchment]

WHEN THE WALLS FALL

pairing: cm punk x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut, angst

trope: frenemies to lovers

word cunt: 2,329k

tw: age gap (you're in your twenties and he's in his forties), smut - spanking, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving)

a/n: motivation is back i guess, he’s my new muse<33

song: take me down by hazel

masterlist

Your relationship with Phil is, well, quite odd to say at least. You and Phil became friends when you joined WWE and he just approached and welcomed you warmly. It was strange at first because when you watched WWE and him on TV, he was a damn asshole - but still he was your favourite. Then within a few months, you started hang out as friends, then on a night when you were drunk, - he was drinking Pepsi - leaned in and captured his lips in a soft kiss. When you leaned back he was staring at you with widened eyes and totally shocked by your actions. The next day you met at work and he asked you out but you laughed and said the previous night’s kiss was a mistake and you were drunk. He pressed his lips together and just nodded and from then you’ve been in a frenemy status. Not friends anymore, not enemies but something is off and this hatred is still between you. He’s angry because you rejected him after you kissed him, you’re furious because he’s avoiding you like it’s his full-time job.

Before your biggest match tonight against Rhea Ripley - for the Women’s World Championship title -, he approaches you with a serious expression.

“Good luck tonight, Angel,” his face softens with a smile.

“Thank you,” you look into his gorgeous green eyes which are full of support.

You turn around as your entrance song ‘Rein Raus’ by Rammstein starts playing after Rhea gets in the ring and you start walking in confidently.

You’re mouthing the lyrics, it’s one of your favourite songs so it was obvious this gonna be your entrance song, it’s powerful with dirty meaning. Perfect.

The match is still going after twenty minutes when you finally drop your bomb; ‘Flames’. Your finisher move. With a fierce rush, you execute a powerful double underhook DDT, spinning her in midair before slamming her headfirst to the mat. The impact is so intense, that the crowd collectively gasps, holding their breath. You don’t stop there. You quickly climb on the top rope and spring off into a Phoenix Splash, landing perfectly on Ripley. You pin her down, the referee starts counting and then the bell rings. You stand up in disbelief, she couldn’t kick out your pin. A smile spreads across your face as you close your eyes and in a moment the title is in your hands. You climb on the top rope holding the belt in the air and the crowd chants your name like it’s a pray.

After you change into comfy clothes in the locker room, ready to leave, he leans on the doorframe.

“Congratulations, Y/N,” he smirks and nods proudly.

“My body is screaming in pain, Mami is reckless,” you laugh “But thanks, it means a lot actually.”

“You’re the Women’s World Champion, Angel. You should be proud,” his eyes soften and you feel your stomach flip.

Angel. The nickname he gave you when he first saw you in all-white gear with extreme white makeup. Punk complimented you before, then after the match, he said you look like an angel and a goddess at the same time. But your angelic eyes made him stuck with Angel.

“I’m proud to be honest. I earned my title and I fought for it a lot,” you smile at him.

“You sure did,” he laughs softly “Have a good night, Y/N.”

“You too, Phil.”

When he turns around a piece of paper falls out of his back pocket but he doesn’t notice. Punk disappears behind the corner as he makes his way out. You pick up the paper and fold it out, revealing words. Lots of words. It’s a damn letter. You look around and when you make sure you’re alone you sit down on the bench and start reading it.

‘Dear Angel,

I’ve written a hundred letters to you, and I never had the guts to give you a single one. This one’s no different. I don’t even know why I’m writing it now, but here I am. I don’t think I’ll ever give it to you, but I guess sometimes you have to get things off your chest, even if they never see the light of day.

I’ve been standing here, watching you win tonight, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of you. You’ve worked so damn hard for this, Angel. I’ve always known you had it in you, but watching you finally take that belt? That’s something else.

It’s funny, though. I’ve been thinking about that night two years ago more than I’d like to admit. We hung out, you got drunk, and yeah, you kissed me. You were stumbling, and I was just there—doing my best to keep it together while you had your fun. I didn’t drink, I don’t do any of that, but I couldn’t help but feel… something. And the next day, I asked you out. I’m sure you remember it. You rejected me. Said it was a mistake, that you were drunk and it didn’t mean anything.

I wasn’t pissed off. Hell, I was probably more disappointed in myself for even thinking there could be something there. Maybe you didn’t want someone like me. Maybe I’m just too damn old, grumpy, and set in my ways for someone like you. I mean, maybe that’s why you rejected me, right? I’ve got this edge about me, and the age gap—hell, it’s probably just another thing to add to the list of reasons why I’m not what you’re looking for.

But here’s the thing, Angel. I’ve been lying to myself ever since. I’ve been acting like I don’t care, like it doesn’t matter, but it does. I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this now—maybe it’s because tonight, watching you with that championship, I can’t pretend anymore. I’m proud of you. I respect you. I don’t care if you never feel the same way, but I can’t keep pretending I’m not still a little hung up on you.

I’m not asking for anything, Angel. Don’t worry, I’m not about to lay all of this at your feet. I’m not going to make things complicated. I’m straight edge, I’ve always kept my distance, and I’ll keep doing that. But I needed to write this, for myself. To stop pretending I don’t feel this way.

You’re a champion. You always have been. I guess I’ve just been too scared to admit how much you mean to me.

Anyway, this letter probably won’t ever see the light of day. You won’t ever know it exists, and that’s okay. Maybe it’s for the best. But just know, somewhere out there, I’m still cheering you on.

Punk’

Your tears are flowing down your cheeks, regretting these two years you avoided your feelings for him. God, you’ve been in love with him since you first talked to him and he made you become his friend. You still can’t forget that kiss, his soft lips on yours, kissing you back. The surprise in his eyes being slowly replaced by desire but he took you home and tucked you in bed.

You stand up still crying, the letter in your coat’s inner pocket and you start running like you do it for your life. Actually, you are. Because it’s your life and you want him to be in your damn life as a lover. As a partner.

When you reach his house, soaking wet because of the rain, you lie on the bell. He opens the door only in grey sweatpants clearly confused.

“What are you doing here, Angel? Did you run? Jesus, you’re soaked,” he sighs and pulls you in.

“What is this?” you take out the letter from your pocket and push it on his chest.

The air stuck in Punk’s lungs and slides his hand on the letter, staring into your soul.

“Did you read it?” he asks with fear.

“That’s why I'm here, dumbass,” you laugh bittersweet as you take off your coat and kick your boots off.

“How did you—”

“—It fell out of your pocket. And you disappeared before I could take it after you,” you wipe away a tear “Do you really feel this way?”

“I do,” he mutters under his breath.

“Oh my god,” you laugh and grab the back of his neck, crashing your lips to his.

He kisses you back but in a second he gently pushes you away.

“Angel, what was this?” he lets the letter fall on the ground and cups your cheeks in his hands.

“I don’t know why I rejected you two years ago. I was afraid that I’d be a young toy for you. I was afraid I’d fall for you damn hard. But I did anyway,” you swallow nervously.

“So you say we’ve been feeling the same thing for two years now? And neither of us did anything?” he laughs bitterly.

“Looks like,” you shut your eyes.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he lifts your chin and you open your eyes.

He leans in and kisses you deeply with hunger and frustration. The situation quickly turns heated and your hands slide on his naked chest, he grabs your thighs and lifts you up effortlessly. You wrap your legs around his waist and he carries you into his bedroom and throws you on the bed.

“You thought I only wanted you as a toy back then?” he grabs your ankles and yanks you to the edge of the bed “I’m going to play with you. You’re my dirty little slut, my nasty toy from now on. And I’m going to make sure you will never forget this night, and me,” he whispers in your ear and shivers go down your spine “Got it?”

“Mhm,” you hum. The heat which radiates from his body makes you weak. His words make you feel you’re going to cum right now.

“Good girl,” he smirks and takes off your jeans with your thong and throws it away “You’re so damn wet for me, Angel,” he mutters on your inner thigh and presses sloppy kisses on it. In a second he buries his head in your pussy, and a loud moan escapes your lips. His tongue - oh my holy fuck - fucks you. Licking and eating you out like you’re his last dinner, sucking on your clit while looking into your eyes.

“Phil,” you moan his name “I’m gonna cum,” you grip his hair and press his face more into your pussy.

“Not yet, Angel,” he leans back grinning with your juices on his chin.

You groan impatiently. He grabs you and puts you on middle of the bed, then takes off your t-shirt.

“No bra? You filthy slut,” he sucks on your nipples, while you arch your back for him.

He kisses your body everywhere he can, and then he takes off his sweatpants, kneeling on the bed naked.

“How is that gonna fit in me?” you look at his penis then into his eyes.

“Oh, Angel. I’ll make it fit,” he smirks and he climbs on top of you, positioning himself between your legs.

Without hesitation, he pushes his dick inside you, with one, long thrust. You cry out his name loudly, making sure his neighbours going to know who’s living in this house.

“Jesus Angel, you’re so damn tight,” he sucks in a sharp breath.

He starts thrusting first slowly and when you start moaning in pleasure, he picks up a rough pace. Your hips meet with loud sounds which makes you feel more desired. His hunger is apparent in his groans and whimpers. Before you could cum, he slides out of you and he turns you on your stomach and pulls your ass up.

“Count to ten. This is your punishment for making me wait this long for your delicious pussy and your perfect heart,” and he slaps your ass light.

“One,” you hum. The second slap is way stronger than the first.

“Two,” you moan softly. The third? Ruthless. Finally, you reach ten, and your ass cheeks are burning, and your pleasure is dripping down on your inner thigh.

He positions himself behind you and slams into your pussy and starts fucking you like a damn animal. He turns you on your back and grabs your throat tightly while rocking his hips to yours.

“My little, kinky slut. I feel your pussy squeeze around my dick as I apply pressure on your perfect throat. Like your new necklace, Angel?” he pants as he throws his head back. He looks like a fucking god.

“Yeah,” you force out the answer. You can’t think just feel. You feel everything. He grabs your hips and you already feel the marks of his hands are going to be there tomorrow.

He doesn't slow down, if it’s possible he just fastens his pace.

“Cum for me, Angel,” he groans.

And this pushes you over the edge. You scream his name, tightening around him and his dick twitches, cumming inside you.

He leans down and kisses your jawline then your lips with affection and care. And with love.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispers on your lips, staring into your soul.

“I love you too, Phil,” you smile at him softly.

He slowly pulls out of you and goes for a warm, wet towel and takes care of you. Wiping away your and his mixed cum which is dripping out of you, then he gives you one of his boxers and t-shirt, but he sees how exhausted are you and dresses you up. He puts on sweatpants too then climbs next to you, pulling you close to his body.

“Please be here when I wake up,” he whispers, begging with his eyes.

“I would never leave,” you shake your head and snuggle to his chest “I love you,” you close your eyes and immediately drift off to sleep.

“My Angel,” he presses a kiss on your temple and slowly falls asleep too.

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[rebsprettygirl]

Who am I?

Name - this will be kept private, but if you’d like to know, feel free to ask me in dms if we’re friends :)

age - a minor! do what you’d like with that info.

pronouns - she/her

current anons - 🐈, 💎, 🐾🌸, 🎃 , D , 🪖, 🔪

go to #dollie yaps on my blog to see my internet diary <3

music - Lana Del Rey, NIN, Édith Piaf, nirvana, wych elm, the Marías, Rammstein, LuvCat, Remy Bond, Danzig, Metallica, babymetal, kmfdm, Queen, lady Gaga, Madison Beer, Elton John, black sabbath, slipknot, Sabrina carpenter, doja cat, Artemas, Ariana grande, the weeknd, Jennie, lily rose depp, Vanessa paradis, lamb of god, pink pantheress, Marina, Mötley Crüe, guns n roses, take that, ghost, Radiohead, Michael Jackson, Marilyn Manson, Rihanna, Amy whinehouse, Elvis, frank sinatra, tv girl, etc …

interests and hobbies - anatomy, listening to music, makeup, walking, fashion, shopping, hanging out with friends, reading, watching movies and tv shows (probably watching Pearl or girl, interrupted rn, or maybe even watching you), cute animals, pink, baby blue, true crime, and a lot more …

I was recently t3rmed! I used to be @/ v0dkasg1rl4ever .

please reblog to help me find my old moots!

xoxo, your number one girl. 💋🩷

🔪 old men dni

[catsfellfrosh]

In 1999, Rammstein opened for KISS on their South American tour. As a child, Richard Z. Kruspe was a fan of the band, and one of the traumatic episodes of his childhood was when his stepfather tore up a KISS poster that Richard had gotten with great difficulty, since Western music was banned in East Germany. Richard spent the whole night tearfully gluing the poster back together, and in the morning it was back on the wall.

In a 2001 interview with Rock Hard magazine, Richard recalls meeting his idols.

"By opening for them with Rammstein, I really enjoyed their show. On the other hand, I was a little disappointed when I met them: they look really very old without their makeup. Ace Frehley is downright decaying ! But they were very nice to us, they let us use our pyrotechnics, and I even think they were very impressed. We didn’t have much opportunity to hang out with them though. Anyway, I didn’t really want to go have a drink with Gene Simmons after the shows. I didn’t want have a drink with Gene Simmons after the shows. I didn’t want to walk into a bar and people think he took his son with him ! (laughs).

Photo Frank-Lothar Lange

[thegothicviking]

Did he think the guitar plecter would leave a mark onto Olli's chest? Well...he failed!

For @marimayscarlett 💙

[mdppilii]

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[thegothicviking]

Was bored and missed the bangs. So yesterday I grabbed the scissors 🤷