#GOOD NICHT!

[thespookydookie]

some concept art from the very very beginning of this project (oldest being the im westen nichts neues poster) from when i had planned to make it traditionally. these are only sketches, but i actually have some more with ink, which i can not upload with these because of the post limit :/

all of these were made between late february-early march and april

also sorry for the bad quality of the photos, digital has its benefits ig, but let me know if you'd like to see more

[lebloser-stil]

How can you believe someone who tells you you're good enough if you never see it?

[disturbingbackstory]

Näh' dir ein ganz neues Gewand Und sei frei von jedem Zwang

[marimayscarlett]

Laying on the beach, battling the immens heat, listening to 'Mein Land', trying not to worsen the remnants of my sunburn from queuing for a Rammstein concert last month, and reading Paulchard fanfiction. Giving my summer a Rammstein-core touch ☀️

[supercalifragipopculturevomit]

Posters for Schule (2000), Nichts Bereuen (2001), Elefantenherz (2002), and Good Bye, Lenin! (2003):

[mansnooziesmoosmutzel]

[larapaulussen]

[lordgolden]

vs

[linilunilumi]

them (1050) them (1061)

from "Schon ok. Ava ist cool." to gay besties having fun together <3

[acerathia]

im gonna ldskhfslkdfhaslkfj this is stupid

[daughterofhecata]

Musste grade seit langem mal wieder meinen Ausweis an der Kasse vorzeigen. Für eine Flasche Bier. "Passiert Ihnen bestimmt häufiger, oder?" Nein, gute Frau, meistens werde ich nicht für jünger als sechzehn gehalten. Eigentlich sieht man mir an, dass das mehr als zehn Jahre her ist.

[ungefaehr-so]

Nathanael: "Das Haus in dem wir wohnten ist niedergebrannt!"

Siegmund: "Nicht aufregen, BITTE"

Nathanael: "Nicht aufregen? Hier sind dunkle Mächte am Werk!"

[marimayscarlett]

I wasn't tagged, but I remember that some years ago, something similar went around on Tumblr - and since this year comes to a close, I thought it would be fitting 😌 So welcome to the

Big mood 2023

Rules: Create a mood board for your 2023, using 9 pictures to reflect on the year. You don't have to elaborate or use any personal pictures (you can if you want) - you can create your board using pictures of your blorbos/screen caps/memes/aesthetics/etc. to show your vibes, thoughts, memories and moods throughout the year.

This year sure was... something. Hoping that the next one will be half as stressful (or even less) and will contain double the fun to make up for this one 🤞

No pressure tags for my lovely mutuals @wizzardclown @gothtoast @dandysnob @ms-nerd @gloomy-blonde @m---e---l @meinewellemeinstrand @samshinechester @morgana-lefay @keingesprach-allebeissen @musically--declined @vulnerant-omnes @namelessrammgirl @buuucky-barnes

[maxwellshimbo]

Andreas Fröhlich didn't have to go that hard on the german dub for Fight Club but I sure am glad he did.

Das Original hat eher ein slightly bored und zurückgehaltenen Erzähler, aber damn, die deutsche Version ist soo sexy.

Das liegt nicht daran, dass ich den Film 1000000 Mal gesehen hab und jede Zeile mitsprechen kann.

[petya-in-a-cup]

cant help but make aqotwf fanart :)

[haitanisbug]

“Hold on. Forgot somthin’. “

Ran grabs your wrist before you can get one foot out of the bedroom. His grip is rough but not unwelcome, especially combined with the cool touch of his metal rings on your skin.

“Ran baby, we’re going to be late. Our dinner reservation is in 30 minutes.” The whine slips out unbidden and Ran levels you with an icy stare.

“That wasn’t back talk, was it love? Because if it was back talk-“

“No, no no. Wasn’t! I swear!” The apologies tumble past your lips quickly. Anything to get back in his good graces again.

His resulting smile is devilish, and draws a shiver from you. “Course you weren’t arguing with me baby, you know better than that.” He taps your cheeks condescendingly. “Now I told you i forgot something.”

He tugs you into his master bathroom. You shiver and not from the chill of the room, or the cold weather whipping into the window. His large hands drop on each of your shoulders and he pushes down on your body hard. Your bare knees hit the cold tile and your heart starts beating in tune with your shivering. You know what’s about to happen and you’re not sure if it’s apprehension or anticipation that’s making your teeth chatter.

Ran strolls around you. His long limbs are in your line of sight and he tugs roughly at your chin so that your gaze lands on his face.

“Forgot your last piece of jewelry, princess.” If his smile was devilish before, its plane wicked now. His hands go to the zipper of his dress pants. The purple and silver fabric glides under his ministrations and you whimper falls between your lips.

“Ran, please, not tonight. It took me forever to get ready, and I’m wearing a new dress and-“

“Did I tell you to speak?” He taps you harshly on your cheek. His thick rings catching a bit of the skin and you inhale from the sting.

Eyes blown wide and watery, you shake your head. Not daring to utter another word.

“That’s what I thought. Now daddy’s alllll full, so open up.”

Your lips fall open, and with the grace of a man who’s done it a thousand times, Ran takes his cock out of his unzipped trousers and dangles it above your mouth.

“Don’t miss a drop or you’ll be licking it off the floor.”

Ran’s stream of piss hits you your tongue swiftly. It’s warm. Not an unwelcome feeling but the taste; you can tell he hasn’t had a drop of water in at least 24 hours. It’s bitter and sudsy, rank and thick. You’re sure this was all remenants from his and Rindou’s bender not even 8 hours prior. Your mouth starts to ache as the warm liquid fills your cavern further.

“Hold it.” Ran hisses. Tears streak down your cheeks, and you’re not sure if it’s from the taste, the smell, or the sinful act itself. Just when the stream starts to slow down, Ran pushes a bit further and aims his cock at your neck. The flow of piss follows along your clavicles and circles your skin like the pretty set of diamonds that already sit upon it. Finally, the stream slows down. He brings his cock back up to your waiting mouth and taps the last few drops onto the awaiting pool stewing in your throat.

“Only I can tell you what to do with that mouth of yours. I own it. What you say, when you breathe, what you eat and most importantly what you drink. Now swallow.”