#sonne's thoughts

[sonnelittle]

I didn't play Detroit: Become Human, but I saw fanart everywhere and I was under the impression that the main ship was Hank and Connor. I even thought it was cute so I ship them too.

Many years have passed and recently I discovered that, apparently, Hank always saw Connor as his son, and their relationship was meant to be fraternal??? And people actually don't really ship them because of that reason?? Im??????

[la-laliet]

Mila and Âme with their owners (character portraits after the cut)

[littlebeautifly]

Bastion Edit | Sonne | X-Men '97

[othedside-ofmom]

Einseitigkeit der Liebe

Alles ist einseitig – Liebe, Schmerz, der Tod,

Man redet, doch das Herz bleibt stumm,

Man ist nie wirklich allein,

Doch wo warst du, in all den Zeiten?

Daheim sitze ich, allein im Schatten,

Kümmere mich um dein Kind,

Von dir kommt nichts – nur Stille, nur Schweigen.

Nichts ist so schlimm, wie es scheint,

Sie versteht noch nicht, was war,

Doch bald wird sie sehen, wer auf ihrem Weg war.

Gemeinsam gehen wir, nur wir zwei,

Denn für sie bist du nur ein Stein,

Ein Stein im Weg, den ich aufhebe,

Und wegwerfe – Liebe, Trost, Lachen,

Ich gebe ihr alles, was ich kann.

Kraft tanke ich, um da zu sein,

Kraft, die ich ihr verdanke,

Für sie, für uns, für das Leben.

[k1rrbs]

biggest evolutionary L:

humans didn’t get chloroplasts.

why am i eating food like a fool when i could simply sit in the sun and vibe

green girl era denied.

i don’t want a career. i want to lie on a rock and photosynthesize.

[thebean-17]

When their beauty reminds you of this section of Sonne

[londonfalling]

Turning a possible new OC over in my head, bohemian/revolutionary poser who makes a drunken bet they can capture the Vake and ends up eating shit so bad they get inducted into the Admiralty's sun cult???

[fawkesthefox]

i love prime defenders but jesus fucking christ slow down and give me some fucking filler and fluff and lighthearted character interactions

I get there's fucking demons but i need you to go talk to your fucking dad right now or i will explode

[sonnelittle]

I was reading spoilers from The Book of Bill and I was reminded once again my love for Stanford Pines

[deanportmans]

He’s so cute I could eat him up !!!! <3

[married-to-google-translater]

Was wenn Muzan Reader entführt, aber sie es schafft zu flüchten. Draußen scheint die Sonne weswegen ihr kein demon folgen kann… wie würde Muzan darauf reagieren? ( falls Reader ein Dämon ist das es in der Sonne verbrennen will)

Request: What if Muzan kidnaps Reader but she manages to escape. The sun is shining outside so no demon can follow it... how would Muzan react to that? (if Reader is a demon that wants to burn in the sun)

I assume that this is yandere request.

Yandere Muzan Kibutsuji

As a demon, this might seem like a good plan.

Probably this would be the only point to get rid of Muzan for good.

However, you forget one thing...

Muzan is the one who created you.

Because of this, he would be able to read your thoughts and plans at any time.

And you can believe that Muzan lives rent-free in your head.

Just entertaining this idea makes Muzan angry.

How dare you think of leaving him?

You would definitely get a severe punishment.

Muzan would never let you far from him after this.

You'd better behave yourself.

.

If you were human this would be a different matter.

Your only chance would be to do this early in the "relationship".

After that it wouldn't be possible.

Muzan would quickly capture you in an infinite castle…

Often you wouldn't even know if it was day or night there.

However, Muzan would be angry because you ran away.

R.I.P all the freedom you ever had and ever will have.

You could be safe during the day… but night would always come eventually.

Muzan wouldn't rest until he got you back.

After this, he really considers turning you into a demon.

At least that way you wouldn't be able to do that again.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

His Sun

Summary: After the Monarchy, the Emperor takes Lorgar's wife as punishment. He finds out that she is pregnant and for the first time in millennia remembers love.

Emperor and Lorgar's daughter (OC, platonic), Lorgar/fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, kidnapping

Word count: 729

Song: Rammstein - Sonne

This fic was born because of this beautiful post.

Of all His sons, Lorgar was most like Him. Every detail of the appearance was amazingly similar. Even facial expressions. And it was this son who became the biggest disappointment. The Primarch of the Word Bearers was too slow to annex worlds to the Imperium. He tried too hard to restore the planets by staying on them for a long time.

But worst of all was the cult of worship of the Emperor as God. The Emperor could not allow such... heresy to spread. Fully aware of what lies the Warp. And the decision to destroy the Monarchy was carried out immediately. Besides Lorgar’s “wife” on Terra will serve as a good lesson for the primarch. He is a weapon, not a man.

The fact that the mortal was pregnant... The Emperor was not a monster. He had no intention of killing a child, especially in the womb. But it could become a hindrance. A distraction for Lorgar. Fortunately, although the child was affected by the warp, it was much less than the primarchs due to a mortal mother. In addition, it later turned out that it was supposed to be born a girl. She won't be much of a hindrance.

Or rather, that's what He thought.

The creation of the primarchs was pragmatic. They were created to protect humanity. The Emperor had no intention of getting rid of them and even planned to create a comfortable life for them on Terra... of course, after they had completed their task. For some of His sons He even felt a similar feeling of affection. Especially to Horus.

But this girl. This girl was not born according to the plan of the Emperor or Chaos. The natural way. She had no task other than just to live. And when the Emperor heard the triumphant cry of life. Something broke in Him. He remembered.

He once had children. Real and beloved from mortal women. In times of peace, when he gave up trying to move humanity forward and allowed the Earth to develop on its own. He adored them and raised them with dignity and intelligence. His sons were His pride. Although He liked girls more. They always looked at their dad with such adoration.

And they all died. They all left Him. And it hurts. A void that nothing can fill. He could no longer allow Himself to love. And yet, seeing this girl, knowing that she should have lived longer because of her father, if not live forever... He gave up.

He simply could not help but look at her sleeping in her cradle. He couldn't help but sing her songs from His childhood. Hold her in His arms. Kiss her forehead when she starts crying. She developed so slowly, so normally, completely humanly. She needed all of His care and love.

Lorgar will get his “wife” back as soon as he starts leading the Crusade properly. A mortal woman was of no value to the Emperor. But the daughter will distract the primarch. He should not hear her first word, see her first steps, tell fairy tales, teach her the wisdom of life, console her and give her his soul.

But the Emperor can do this.

He will make sure that Lorgar's daughter has the best of everything on Terra. His little sun will be raised with dignity in a beautiful Palace. He will help her find her path and purpose, but only on the condition that she will be by His side. Of course, someday a girl will want romance and build her own family. But it won’t be soon and the Emperor will come up with something.

The girl bursts into laughter as soon as her stomach is tickled. Soon her teeth will begin to cut and her wonderful eyes will become moist with tears. But He will always help relieve her pain as long as she is happy. He smiles back, continuing to bathe her small body, continuing His story about centaurs. She doesn’t understand Him yet, but that doesn’t stop Him from having a conversation with her.

He will show her all the wonders of the world. His little treasure will see all the beauty of the galaxy and grow up in a world where humanity will flourish. They will have so much time. A month of Sundays.

He will never let His daughter go.

[deadghosy]

“WHO ARE YOU?”

ADAM X ANGEL! READER

🦆Sorry if it’s long lol, I got inspired by the song to make this ✨

A echoing lullaby goes around the garden of Eden. Waking up a male human who was taking a rather long nap as his eyes open.

Adam, the first man was sitting under a tree sighing as his memory of his first wife leaving him strikes him. He never thought he would be left like that as he oddly felt sad but also felt nothing as he didn’t know how to control his emotions. But then the echoing lullaby broke him out of his train of thought.

He shook his head, thinking it was just nothing. But the echoing of the melody got louder, and louder, and loud in his head to the point it was like a siren calling out for him to follow the voice. He looks up to see a beam of light strike down. Everything rumbles, making the first man fall to his stomach at the powerful shake.

Adam coughed, sitting up as he dusted himself off and stood up fully. He walked through the garden, following the enchanting melody. He closes his eyes, feeling as if the melody swirled around him. Making him him feel like dream as he flutters his eyes.

“What…is that…?” Adam asked himself as he blinked amazed at what is happening. He couldn’t believe it as he is thinking it’s a blessing from god himself.

He finally reached the section of the garden as the beam of light vanishes in a blink before it started to act weird.

The light flickers from behind the tree branches covering the view of what could be behind the cause of this blinding light and melody voice calling out for him. He lets out a breath and lifts up the branch.

He sees a glowing figure, the figure glowed so bright like the stars as the figure’s face was covered by the light that arises from its own body. He had to blink a couple of times to get use to its light.

“Who are you?” He says in a low tone to not scare whatever it is. The figure was in a sitting position, having their knees close to their chest as four pair of wings spout out of their back. Even head wings as a blinding light covers their face, making them faceless at some point. They turned to the man as they stood up, the light getting brighter as a sun in the sky. They seemed to be naked as their breasts/pecs were most noticeable in features from the light that Adam couldn’t bear much long to stare.

“Do not be afraid..”

The voice whispers, but the whisper sounded loud as Adam suddenly passes out by a bright light. He wakes up to see everything practically normal as he touches his eyes to see if anything went on with him. But there was nothing, it was like the figure wasn’t even real to say. It kinda scared Adam before the lull sky rolls in his head calming down any thoughts in the first man’s head as he heard bushes rustling to see a lady. Who he must assumed was his new wife, Eve.

Years pass as that same melody echos in his head every time he thinks about you. Usually when Adam feels pissy, that melody calms him down out of nowhere. When he feels happy, it hums in his head. When he feels sad..which is never really an issue to be sad in heaven, he would hear it softly.

It’s gotten to the point he talked to sera about it, but she didn’t really know either. That made Adam get angered as the lullaby lulls in his head making him calm down. Sera sees Adam relaxed oddly after showing his anger towards her. He found it odd at how he could calm down that instantly. That’s when sera finally realizes what’s going on.

“$!@$&/&” Sera tries to say but she grabs her throat. It was like a barrier got caught in her throat, preventing her from saying the truth.

Adam raised a brow at her, “what? You got imaginary dick in your mouth or somethin'?” He asked as sera has a panicked look trying to explain. But only nothing came out.

“Listen, if you wanna fuck with me. Then fine. Bye bitch.” He said flipping her off as sera just screams in silence gaining weird looks. Adam walks through the streets of heaven pissed off. He knew he wasn’t going crazy as he literally heard it from afar and not in his head most definitely. Lute came by him, “Sir! Sera wanted me to make sure you are alright.” Adam rolled his eyes at the angel solider beside him. “Well, tell her I don’t need to be checked on. I’m the first man for Christ sake! I can handle whatever the fuck is going on with me.” He says before flying off from Lute. She scrunched her face a bit before sighing. She also flies away.

It’s now night time as Adam sighs sitting in his bed. He couldn’t get the soft lullaby out of his head…it sucked for him as he gripped his fist, feeling the sharp nails in grave into his own palms. He lets out a shaky breath as he swore he felt eyes on his back. He turned around to find nothing there. So why did he feel paranoid? He didn’t know why but it sucked mad ass as this is heaven for crying out loud. Why should he even be paranoid. He scoffed at his own thoughts and laid down. Not knowing someone was coming to visit him.

A light shines from his ceiling making Adam squint his closed eyes at the brightness. He slowly opens his eyes to see four pair of wings sprout out gracefully as a hum enters the room. It was like a huge hug around Adam’s bedroom as the figure has their hands in a praying gesture “Do not fear.” The figure says as they slowly flew to Adam who is laying down with a “wtf” face as the light blinds his eyes. Adam sits up seeing the light had dimmed a bit as he stares into the “face” of the person he so longed to see after years. His eyes widen to grab your cheek. He felt that is was real as an echoing hum enters his tears that he heard for so long. He couldn’t believe that it was you as you slowly brought up a hand to touch the side of his face. Adam softly leaned it in, making him feel as if this was back when he first met you. Even if you practically ran away from him, it felt nostalgic to have you by him.

“Hello Adam…” you said with a loud whisper. The whisper sounded soft but harsh as Adam looks at you confused. “Who are you?..” he asked like the first time he did. You seemingly smile behind your “light” mask as you tell him your name. “ I am no one….but you can name me…” Adam scoffs but then starts to think of a name that would fit you. As he stares at you, he notices this time you aren’t naked like how he first met you. You were in a full pure white gown. “How about Y/N? How does that sound?” He asked with a smirk, proud of the name he gave you. You hummed softly with a nod liking the name he gave you.

The whole night you two talked like old friends who had plans to go out. It was exhausting for Adam as he just wanted it sleep, but he felt awake listening to you as you talked in a soft tone that could easily put him to sleep. It was like he could talk to you for hours. Yes he made some harsh remarks and comments like he usually does. But he listened and respected when you talked. It was like you had a leash on him to control on how he acts at least. Suddenly a bell rang from your watch as you stood from his bed. It was time for you to go.

“Goodbye Adam…” Y/N says as their wings sprout, making a circle above their head. Adam’s eyes widen going to grab them to make them stay. But he failed as Y/N made a praying hand gesture, their light getting brighter.

A glowing light blinded Adam as he covers his eyes. As he stopped rubbing his eyes, he looked around his room to not find the glowing figure anymore as he scoffed. But the sight of your appearance made him softly smile. He could still hear the echoing lullaby in his head as he lays down in his bed.

With one mutter of a word, he whispers the name of the figure he made for, “Y/N.”

[thyln4gf]

Friends

✞ You and Carlos have been best friends since forever. But is platonic love really everything that you feel for each other?

✞ Word count - 2,5k

✞ I have synesthesia! Heres 5 songs that I associate with this fic - "genie in a bottle" - Christina Aguilera, "friends" - Chase Atlantic, "a rash decision" - Ice Nine Kills, "sonne" - Rammstein, "dont be so shy" - Imany.

✞ Warnings - smut, unprotected sex (wrap the beast before the feast, folks), the influence of alcohol. I also wrote the most of it at like 4am, so pardon the quality of it, thank yewww x

✞ Carlos Sainz x fem!reader

As soon as you step into the house, a soft groan of relief leaves your throat. Your heels immediately get kicked off of your feet, and you dont even bother to fiddle with the straps too much. You had a long, long evening - formal settings werent exactly your natural habitat, but being there with Carlos made them much more bearable. You are his best friend, and he is a famous figure, meaning that he invites you to all sorts of events all the damn time. Speaking of which - he was watching you with amusement, completely aware of the fact that you werent exactly in a huge amount of comfort at the moment.

"And whos not making any sense now? I told you not to wear those." Carlos slips the comment your way, making you roll your eyes only hearing the three magic words. He didnt tell you everything, though - yes, he knew how uncomfortable your heels were. And yes, he also knew that walking in them sucked. But he kept something to himself - the fact that only the thought of those heels excited him, as he had always liked to imagine taking them off for you. He could vividly imagine kneeling right in front of you, taking his sweet time, kissing your skin everywhere that he could reach. He liked the idea of it a little too much, to the point he found himself disappointed when the sight of you kicking them off greeted him.

"I had no choice, and you know it. I had nothing else to go with this dress!" You complain, vaguely gesturing at the dress you were wearing - the tired whine in your voice was obvious. Carlos' eyes slide up and down your body as you did so - he had a chance, and he took it. God, he loved this dress - the red, short-ish dress with a slit on the side - the tattoo on your thigh peeked through each and every time that you moved. He got a sudden urge to bite your thigh right there and then, but he knew that hed be overstepping the boundaries.

All he does is let out an amused, half-chuckle type of laugh. He loved listening to your rants. And boy, could you do that just fine - your mouth never closed. And he loved it.

He started slipping his own shoes off, all while watching you walk into your kitchen - your movements were so smooth, to the point that he swore that you were floating sometimes. He doesnt want to have you out of his sight for too long, so he takes his shoes off just a little faster than he normally would, and following your idea of entering the kitchen. There he found you by one of the counters, pouring yourself a glass of wine. He lets a small smile appear on his lips - he just couldnt help himself around you.

"Tired, amor?" His voice floats through the air, smooth as butter on toast, and just as warm. He always used that specific petname for you, and only you. And youd be a liar if you said that it didnt make you feel some type of way - the tone he used never failed to turn you on just a little, despite you two being... friends? You werent too sure at this point. You just shrug at him as a response, still trying to grab a set of words that were coherent enough. You swirl the beverage in your glass around, eyebrows rising up for barely a second before taking a sip.

Yet another thing that he enjoyed about you - watching all those small habits of yours, which you probably dont even notice. He liked observing you, just looking at you. And he didnt even try to hide it - he'd just wink at you each and every time that you caught him doing so, with no shame.

He wasnt exactly shy, but when it came to you... he felt like he was a teenager all over again. You made his head spin, and it was a much more enjoyable high than alcohol could ever provide. Only the thought of you made his chest tighten, the air threatening to escape his lungs. He shouldnt be so nervous around you, he thought. He could get anyone all giggly in the matter of seconds. Proof? Charles. But you were a special case... thats for sure. The roles were reversed - you were the one that had him thinking about you all day and night, wishing to get out of the friendzone that everyone hated oh so much. He might have had a wank or two with you lingering on his mind - the way you smelled, the way your eyes looked at him. If the dictionary ever needed a picture to describe being down-bad, they should just stick one of Carlos in there.

After a minute of him staring at you with your drink, you look his way. It felt like a routine at this point - you look away from him even for a fraction of a second, and you know that youre going to see his goofy smirk staring right back at you. But this time... this time, something was off. You couldnt tell if it was the alcohol, or something else (you had a pretty awesome night, despite the event being a formal dinner, but thats a standard at this point) - he was looking at you with an almost... hungry look in his eyes. He looked like he was about to drill a hole through your soul, and was particularly enjoying himself, shooting the usual wink your way, before walking up to lean against the counter, right by your side. His thigh brushes against yours, the material of the suit against your skin almost making you shiver.

"You know what would make tonight even better?" He speaks up, his eyes never leaving yours. Hes acting all smooth and smug right now, but you could see him swallowing his own saliva, and his cheeks turning just a tad bit more red.

"Spill it, big boy. Im listening." You reply, your voice sounding just as seductive as his, almost making his brain short circuit - and you can see it from the way his grin makes its way back onto his lips. He had always found your teases adorable, honestly. Hats off for that.

"Well..." Carlos hesitated for a second, which wasnt like him at all - he was nervous, and it was an adorable sight to witness. "We could have the evening to ourselves and..." his eyes moved to your lips for a split second, letting his gaze linger on them for way longer than what he had considered the "safe limit". He only managed to speak again in a second, seemingly collecting himself a little better now. It didnt mean that his cheeks werent heating up in embarrassment, though. "Well, you know."

A chuckle slips from your throat upon hearing his offer. He was beating around the bush slightly, but not like you minded. You had always liked this goofball of a man, and his methods of getting his way. You never let them sink in deep, confused on his true intentions behind his actions. But something about this evening... the alcohol has hit your brain already, and awhile ago, and all you could think about was your friends lips all over you.

You down the rest of your drink, and put the glass down on the counter, a little to the right of you. You turn your head to Carlos, once again. He couldnt be more predictable - youre greeted with a sight of him staring at the hand handling the glass, then your waist. Eventually, up to your eyes. You stare back at him. You raise your finger to trace it along his jawline, his chin, the bottom half of his cheeks. He gulps, getting much more nervous than he was before.

"Youre adorable, did you know that?" You whisper right in front of his face, your warm breath hitting his lips. He doesnt even get to respond, before he feels your lips on his. His brain doesnt even register what was happening at first, but his body reacts way before his brain - his left hand immediately went to your hip, pulling you to his body. The other one is now gripping the counter, and he finds himself hoping that his knees wont give out. He could smell the cherry and cinnamon wine on you the moment you got closer, and he doesnt waste any time - he pushes his tongue out of his mouth, hungry and desperate to taste more. He groans, and your hand slides to his neck in response, gripping it ever so slightly, pulling him closer. He takes it as permission to shove his tongue even deeper, earning a little chuckle out of you.

Quickly enough, his other hand goes down to your hips as well, now caressing them with great intensity. The material of your dress slides up ever so slightly, and he just cant wait much longer - he lifts you without even trying, and places you on the counter. His movements are harsh and desperate, and he doesnt notice the glass. He knocks it over, and it shatters to pieces, right on the floor.

"Carlos..." you groan against his mouth, trying to pull away a little, so you could actually look at what just happened. You earn a sigh out of him for that - out of all the scenarios he had imagined of your first time together... all the circumstances of you moaning his name for the first time were not that. He clicks his tongue, and grabs your chin, turning your face to his, slamming his lips back on yours. It was almost like him saying that he really couldnt be giving less shits. He wanted you, and he was forced to wait for way too fucking long.

His other hand travels down to your thigh, now kneading it like his life depended on it. A moan slips from you, right into his mouth. The grip that you still have on his throat only tightens, causing his movements to become even more aggressive.

He tries to slide your dress up to your waist, but the fabric being trapped between the countertop and your body didnt let him. He lets out a slow groan of frustration. Desperate times call for desperate solutions, no? He leans you against his body, leaning back a little himself. That lets him pull the skirt up. He has barely even brushed his fingertips against your skin, but it was just enough to make your certain area feel a little tingly already.

He wants to take off your underwear as well, while you two are at it. He finds that his back cant take much more of being in this position, but he still hesitates about doing that, his fingers tugging the lacy material ever so slightly. You notice it, and grab one of his wrists to guide him to take those off, almost desperately. You can hear him sucking in a breath, but not resisting anything at all.

Once theyre off, he sits you back down to your previous position. His lips pull away from yours first, something that he never thought that he would be doing. He keeps staring into your eyes, his hands reaching to take his own pants off. This man had his tongue down your throat just seconds ago, and even that didnt make your face heat up more than this.

His pants are off in the matter of seconds. For a second there, he was close to fucking you just like this, through the hole his underpants had in the front. He ended up taking the underwear off as well, and it flied off even faster than the pants did, his boner getting freed as well.

He cant resist looking down to your pussy, already so wet and ready for him. So needy. You had always put up a tough demeanour, which you were trying to maintain even now. Adorable, he thought. He looks back up to your eyes while getting closer to you again, his palms landing on your thighs, spreading your legs just slightly. He was desperate, almost shaking with desire. But he still wanted to get your consent. God, you love men doing the bare minimum so much. All you can manage is a brief nod, and its all it takes him - he almost explodes on you. His lips immediately attack your neck, pressing multiple kisses everywhere that he could reach. He was never a man who liked to waste much time, and it shows - he gave his cock a few pumps before entering you right away, yet still taking his sweet time to let you adjust to him. He earns a gasp out of you, as you throw your head back. He cant help himself, and the kisses on your neck turn into gentle bites. You moan a little louder - feeling him on you, and in you was almost overwhelming, and you could already feel the knot in your lower stomach forming. Though, you werent sure if it was that, or his length hitting you deep. Or both.

He was even closer than you were. The precum has leaked long before he even took his pants off. Honestly... Being near you was almost like keeping an infinite edging streak - sexually frustrating torture. He thrusts into you for a few more minutes, and he already knows that hes about to cum. He groans in frustration (but only because you havent reached your high yet - he was disappointed with himself. But its not his fault that you were so... hot) and is about to pull out, but your legs suddenly wrap around his waist, pulling him closer right before he can do that. A loud moan slips from his throat, the warm liquid already filling you up so good. And you find himself shutting him up with a kiss - the sloppiest youve ever had at this point.

His movements stop, his mind hazy from all the pleasure he's receiving. All he can focus on is you, and only you. You were content with leaving things like this, you were honestly about to cum anyway. Just another minute of him staying inside of you... But Carlos seemed to have gotten a different idea. Suddenly, he's in a kneeling position right in front of you, looking up with his pretty eyes. His eyelashes are longer than mine... what the fuck?

However, your train of thought quickly melts away when his tongue makes contact with your clit. He wanted to go slow just to tease you, but all the pretty sounds you were making teased him instead, and he found himself speeding up just a little, making sure to apply some more pressure as well. And, soon enough, youre riding your own high against his face. Both of your breaths are heavy, and both of you could be found smiling.

You both forgot about the load in you, however. You were still bathing in the dopamine after-high, the satisfaction making both of your heads spin. He looked up at you, again. And right at this moment, marrying your best friend seemed possible - something you never believed in.

[catsfellfrosh]

"Lost" concerts of past years...

30.06.2002 – Het Gelredome, Arnhem, Holland

Photo Hans Peter Van Velthoven

Review from the Dutch edition.

"At about 21:00 hours Rammstein played its first tunes starting with Mein Herz Brennt (my heart burns) accompanied by some minor fireworks, but this was only the beginning. With Rammstein you pay to see a lot of fire on German marching music. This was exactly what we got. Marching on “Links 2 3 4” and huge flamethrowers mounted on the heads of both guitar players and front man Till Lindeman on “Feuer Frei”.

Big searchlights swept thru the stadium as they played the title song “Mutter” from their last album, complete with Till putting his thumb in his mouth at moments that he had no vocal part. Most of the songs played came from this last album (in total 9 out of the 11 tracks), only “Nebel” and “Spieluhr” were left out.

From the earlier work of Rammstein they performed the songs that had the most show potential. Of course the burning asbestos coat on “Rammstein” and the dildo spraying gallons of fluid over sex slave/keyboard player Flake and into the audience on “Buck Dich” (bend over). In addition large columns of fire in the front and back of the stage, which also accidentally (or not) set fire to one of the lights.

This fire was quickly put out by Flake with a fire extinguisher, which gave me the impression that it was a set up (didn’t this also happen on Rammsteins performance yesterday, on the Rock Werchter Festival?). The burning guitar and the burning microphone stands we had also seen before and were no surprise, as well as the firework rockets that flew back and forth over the heads of the public (I wondered where these wires over my head were for?).

Rammstein left the stage after just 75 minutes, and a few “zugabes” (we want more’s) later, they returned to end the show with “Sonne” (a lot of fire on this song), “Ich Will” and a less known ballad sung in English entitled Stripped (single July ’98).

I personally hoped for a more explosive end than this timid “Stripped”. They hadn’t played “Du Riechst So Gut” (you smell so nice) or “Wolt Ihr Das Bett In Flammen Sehen” (do you want to see the bed burn), which I would have thought better songs to end the evening with.

At 22:30 Rammstein left the stage permanently giving us 1.5 hours of what we had paid for to see: loads of fireworks, and Rammstein music. With not a single word to the public (apart from a thank you in the end), Rammstein had no surprises and probably will do the same thing next time you see them; but this is just one of those bands you have to see once in your life.

It remains one hell of a sight to see so much fire and lights coming your way on guitar riffs, which make it impossible not to move accordingly. Very impressive but also completely predictable.

(Review: Matthijn Vos

Pics: Marcia Gransbergen)

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introducing the rest of the dipsit lesbians stationed at RCF <33

in order from left to right, they are: Maus, Rin, Kugel, Juni, Sonne, Huter, Thymian, Waschbar (or Kakerlake if you want to annoy her) and finally, Aprikose.

infodumping about each of them below, this is a LOT of text so get ready to read:

KLBR-RCF008 "Maus" the 8th Kolibri unit to be stationed at RCF. As a Cadre (or, a Charm) is typically 6 units, this does mean she was a replacement for 2 units who had been discarded in the past due to destabilization. Despite this, the rest of the Cadre welcomed Maus in with open arms as if she had been there from the beginning.

Initially, Maus had allowed herself to be connected with the other Kolibri units and share their song, but after an incident where her unstable bioresenance almost collapsed the whole Cadre at once, she then decided it would be for the best to remain seperate. Not just from the other Kolibris, but also from other units in RCF as a whole too. So, one can typically find Maus hauled up in her office drinking ungodly amounts of caffienated tea and drowning herself in paperwork as a distraction. She uses her unusually strong bioresenance to keep tabs on the whole facility in the background while doing this, and while it will miss out on some finer details, strong disturbances within the facility are swiftly caught and dealt with 90% of the time before they can escelate past intention or mere thought alone.

Maus is a very solitary individual. She has grown used to isolation over the years and finds social situations very uncomfortable as a result. Rarely will she leave her office unless absolutely nessecary, and it is known well by older units in the facility that if one were to encounter Maus instead of a Protektor officer, then they Majorly Fucked Up, to say the least. Rin does not abide by this rule, as with most rules in RCF, and so far has been the only unit outside of other Kolibris/Falke herself to worm her way past Maus' tough shell, to say the least.

STCR-RCF028 "Beobachterin" (Rin for short). Rin is a relatively recent addition to the facility following an incident involving Gestalts that left them desperate for new, competent Protektor units. 150 cycles after the request was made, she was transferred from a different facility located on Heimat to begin her new job on Rotfront. Only her, much to the annoyance of management at RCF, who had requested multiple Storch and/or Star units, and only recieved Rin. But they made-do nonetheless.

Rin started out under the guidance of a Star unit, and after merely 15 cycles of severe insubordination toward her superiors, and many beatings and beratings dished out by both Storch, Star and Kolibri units alike, the responsibility of Rin's training was eventually handed over to a very disgruntled, very much not wanting to get involved with the situation at all, Maus. Now under her guidance, Rin eventually learnt to channel her violent tendancies into more productive outlets, such as Gestalt/Replika interrogations. Instead of trying to force Rin into a box Maus allowed Rin to break free and have her freedom (within reasonable limits of course). What started out as a situation neither of them wanted to be in, ended in a scenario neither of them wanted to leave.

Rin was never trained in patience back on Heimat, her short tempter and craving for violence was seen as an asset rather than a setback in the facility which she used to be stationed at. Thus, she often has trouble reminding herself that things work differently here in RCF, and tearing the eyes out of a Eule because she looked at her wrong is not acceptable in the slightest. She's working on it. Slowly…

STAR-RCF005 "Kugel" The 5th unit of RCF's original Star cadre, Kugel has the temper of a Storch and the nonchalance of an Ara all mixed into a Star body that is way too egotistical for her own good. Its not uncommon at all to find Kugel extering her power as a higher-ranking officer over Eule and Ara units alike, walking the line between boundaries like a goddamn tightrope. Despite this though, she is loyal to a fault to those she deems worthy. Earning her trust is a difficult task, but very much worth it in the long run. Underneath the rough exterior, some say Kugel is softer than a marshmallow, but nobody is brave enough to ask her about it.

On her inner thigh is a burn mark from a stun prod, given to her by the leader of her cadre. All other Star units - including the leader - also have burn marks in various other places of their body. This "get tazed by a stun prod" ritual was created as a sort of "Star Initiation" act; if you couldn't handle the stun prod, you'd be put in the kitchen with the Eules. Kugel isn't sure if the other Stars were being serious about that or not, considering she's never seen a Star in the kitchen, but has never questioned it regardless.

Kugel was the Star unit who initially oversaw Rin's training. Between Kugel's power-complex and Rin's distaste for authority, its no surprise that the two didn't last long before beating eachother to a bloody pulp, and finally with Rin's transfer over to Maus. Kugel was more than happy to get the Storch off her hands, and go back to bothering her favourite Eule in the medical ward.

EULR-RCF006 "Juni" One of the Eule nurses working in RCF's hospital. She's a sweetheart who really needs to get better at setting boundaries between herself and others, one might consider her a bit of a people-pleaser. She detests violence as a punishment method but knows ever trying to convince the Protektors to employ other ways of working isn't even worth thinking about, let alone trying, so she keeps these thoughts to herself.

Kugel calls Juni her "favourite owl". The two are in a complicated relationship…. Kugel often sees Juni to distract herself from any lonliness bubbling in her chest, and while Juni has never protested against it, she does wish that Kugel would want her for something more than simple physical pleasure.

they sort it out eventually, dw

EULR-RCF002 "Sonne" RCF's beloved janitor, cleaning up Protektor messes since the facility's inception. By now, she is very much done with everybody's bullshit, and has a sort of "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" attitude. She's just there to do her job, okay?

Rumors around RCF say that if a Replika were to bribe her with something she likes, she might smuggle them some contraband, such as cigarettes or banned books. Nobody has reported Sonne for this, as if they did, they'd be beaten to death by the nicotine-addicted Stars before they could even reach Adler's office.

oh, also, she will spritz you in the face with bleach if you piss her off. Have fun scrubbing that out of your eyes.

(Will have to reblog with a part 2 because i hit tumblr's text limit LMAO)