#the steam I get to release!!! the way I get to love Rammstein even more with each song I learn!!!

[callmemythicalminx]

❄️1st of December❄️

❄️Snowflake Kisses - Paulie x Reader❄️

Fandom: Mafia Definitive Edition

Warnings: None, except for extreme fluff. 

Summary: Paulie wakes you up in the middle of the night when he notices something magical happening outside...

A/N: It’s finally here! The Advent Calendar has begun and I’m so excited to start sharing it with you. As I’ve already metioned it will include short one shots, headcannons and other suprises along the way, so I hope you all enjoy and get into the christmas spirit. 

Dedicated to:  @kaiiiiiiparkerismyhusband @lolita-wolfson @mayday1284 @xxsamanthaxx @kneelingforvillains @loutino20 @levitate-gengar @dorothynerding ​ @blackbladevika ​ @my-blog-for-me ​ @rammstein-obsession ​ @octorebel @demonsouthere ​

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The gentle crackling of burning logs from the fire next to your bed is like a soothing melody in your ears. You lie awake, eyes closed, content to just enjoy the peaceful ambience your secluded cabin brings. No cars honking outside. No seagulls squawking through the night. Just the sounds of nature and your husband sleeping beside you. Or so you thought...

“Y/N! Y/N baby wake up!” You grumble incoherently at the sudden noise, snuggling further into your pillow as you swat behind you at Paulie. One of your eyes cracks open slightly to look at the clock, the sight making you groan. 

“Paulie, honey, it’s three o’clock in the morning! Can this not wait for another few hours.” Beside you, your husband says nothing. You turn towards him, slipping onto your back, opening your mouth to question him. But you stop short. Paulie sits there, staring in wonder at the windows of your bedroom, smiling sweetly. You want to see what has his attention so enraptured, but you can’t take your eyes off your husband. 

The moonlight pouring in through the window bathes Paulie in an angel-like glow, highlighting the handsome planes of his face. He looks like a Greek god sitting there, with the blanket fallen at his waist to reveal his soft but muscled chest. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this still before. The fluttering of his long eyelashes as he blinks is the only movement. His barely hearable whisper breaks the silence. 

“It’s real beautiful huh, baby?” You finally turn your gaze towards the window, a gasp leaving your mouth at the sight that greets you. Outside the warm confines of your cabin, soft beds of snow cover the ground. Like little paratroopers, snowflakes dance in the wind as they fall onto the untouched blankets. They almost shine under the watchful eye of the moon, twirling this way and that. You feel your breath leave your lungs at the sight. 

As your home with Paulie is in Lost Heaven, you get snow this time of year anyway. But neither of you have seen it untouched on the ground like this, coating the trees and freezing the small streams of water. Your husband turns to look at you, child-like excitement in his eyes. 

“Do ya wanna go outside?” You can’t do anything but smile at his happiness, nodding with the same enthusiasm. He laughs in excitement, jumping out of bed and running to go find your coats. You share his amusement, falling back onto your pillow in a happy daze. Paulie isn’t gone long. The telltale sound of his feet hitting the wood as he bursts back into the room, jumbled words of gibberish leaving his mouth in quick succession when he sees you lying down again. 

You're unprepared for his weight nearly falling on you as he jumps onto the bed beside you, kneeling above you. His chest is heaving, his cheeks a rosy hue of red as he smiles down at you. 

“Come on baby, it’s snowin’! Ya can’t go back to sleep now!” You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this excited before. His hands reach down to your sides, tickling you before you can even try stopping him. You screech with laughter, your happiness joining with Paulie’s in a joyous chorus, no doubt probably waking up the rest of your family in the house. 

“Ok, ok! Haha! I’m getting up!” Like a child, your husband jumps off the bed again, pulling you along with him this time. You both quickly don your long coats and slip into your boots, slipping out onto the deck into the cold. Instinctively, you curl into Paulie’s side, seeking his warmth. He smiles down at you with a warmth in his eyes, pulling you closer as he leads you towards the steps. In his excitement, he’s nearly bouncing as he moves, eyes widening along with yours as you near the edge of the deck. The snow must nearly be 2ft deep already! 

Your husband gently dislodges you and steps cautiously onto the first step, careful to not slip. At his antics, you roll your eyes, your hands rising to your hips as he takes another step down slowly. 

“Just makin’ sure it’s safe for ya dollface. Wouldn’t want ya-” he doesn’t get to finish as you push him forward. He lets out a yelp, arms flailing as he nearly falls to his knees in the snow. As he turns to look at you, his face is practically reminiscent of a kicked puppy. You wheeze, bent over as you laugh at his hurt expression. 

“Y/N! You pushed me! When I was tryna keep you safe!” It makes you laugh harder, clutching your stomach as one of your hands rises to wipe a tear away. 

“I-I’m sorry. But-but you were taking such a long time.” His eyes roll as he grumbles, something about not getting sympathy, but you can see the smile creeping onto his face. When you’ve finally managed to stop laughing, you shuffle towards the first step and stick your arms out towards him, smiling mischievously. You grasp the air a few times, gesturing for him to grab you. 

He tuts, his hands flying up in quick movements. “What, you want my help now?!” He huffs, but treks towards you anyway, mumbling into his shoulder the whole time. When he’s stood before you, you leave a quick kiss against his forehead and he smiles bright in return, his ‘anger’ forgotten. His hands rise to your hips and you clutch onto his shoulders. As he lifts you up and places you into the snow beside him, he whispers jokingly “The things I do for you. Will that be all your majesty?” 

You giggle, leaning closer to him as you slip your hand into his hair and tug gently. “A kiss would be nice.”

Paulie’s eyes light up. “Now that I can definitely do it.” His lips press against yours, smiling against you before melting against your mouth. The kiss is sweet, deliciously warm against the snowflakes that fall against your face, melting like crystal tears. When you release from each other, resting your foreheads together, Paulie releases a small content laugh. 

“I wouldn't want to be anywhere but here right now. With you.” You smile up at him with love in your eyes, your hand slipping delicately around to his cheek to stroke it. His eyes shine down onto you, the warmth of them curling into your cold muscles and sending a fuzz around your body. As the snow falls around you in your cocoon of peace with Paulie, you simply stand there stroking his cheek. Enjoying each other. Enjoying the happiness that comes just from being together. 

“I know you want to play in the snow.” He releases a small laugh, “but why don’t we save the snowballs for Sam tomorrow and the snowmen for little Julia. Let’s just have us two go and have a bath. I’ll get some whisky to warm us up even more. Maybe even light a few candles.” 

Paulie’s face suddenly morphs into one of smugness, his eyebrows raising as he leans close to your ear. You feel his breath tickling against you as he whispers “I’ll get ya warmed up just fine.”

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You lie with your back against Paulie in the bath, head slightly curled into his neck. Between you, your pounding hearts slow down to a sweet melody, the aftershocks of your lovemaking slowly tingling away beneath your skin. Your hands slowly clutch at the one around your waist, slowly caressing his arm. His veins are prominent, visible beneath the dark hairs that cover his arm. You trace them delicately.

Behind you, your husband slowly sips at a glass of whisky, totally relaxed and content. When you look up at him to see his head tilted back, eyes closed, with a content smile on his face, you sigh happily, sinking further into him. As the snow continues to fall outside the window, turning to little droplets against the steamed windows, you fall deeper into your cocoon of happiness. This Christmas might just be the best of all. 

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[thecultoftill]

LIFAD Studio Report.

A report which was posted  on the official site in 2009. It’s very long so I’m posting it under the cut, but it’s an interesting little look into Rammstein’s studio life.

Found on Ramm Wiki.

Journalist and radio reporter Marion Brasch visits Rammstein during the recordings of LIEBE IST FÜR ALLE DA in California. Here is her report. Jack London was in this area. The last few years of his short life had been spent up in a ranch on the Sonoma Mountain in California. All he sought there was "A peaceful place to write and exist in nature – These things that pass us all by, though so many aren’t even aware of it". What Rammstein is seeking here isn’t so different. However, while Jack London came here to grow old, for Rammstein it is simply one stop on the way to completing their new album. For 6 weeks they worked here on their songs. Far away from home, no family around, no distractions, or anything else to seduce them away from their work. Of course they allowed themselves a few essential pleasures – good eating, a few good movies, refreshing dips in the pool, games of tennis, and a flight to see the Nine inch Nails concert in Sacramento.

Originally, Rammstein had wanted to record in Los Angeles. "L.A. has a good energy. Everybody is after something. It’s racy, fast and hard." says Paul. Schneider was also very keen to try the L.A. experiment. People always have their perfect locations, be it in Malta, Spain or South Africa. Los Angeles could have been a new experience…it didn’t happen. So Schneider just recorded his drums there, and then relocated to the extreme contrast that is the beautiful mountain in Sonoma Wine Country. A studio complex in the style of a country house, complete with fireplace and cook. Paul: "Its so friendly and tranquil here, actually far more peaceful than we needed for this album. But the studio was booked and we will go though with it. That we can do." Richard talks about the Rammstein group dynamic, which is extremely strong and dark. Indeed, while a good thing, it can after a while be too much and sometimes destructive. That means that it has become important, from time to time, to find a place where one can step back a little, to escape the Rammstein magic. Flake would also have loved to record the album in Grunau: " America isn’t really my thing".

To get to this point, on this mountain, was a long journey. Rammstein had taken time off since their last album "Rosenrot" and the long gruelling tour. For more than a year each of them could lay back and do what they want. No responsibilities, no phone calls. A kind of Sabbatical. Rammstein as a band didn’t exist during this period. Neither from the outside nor from the inside. It wasn’t till after seven months that Flake first noticed that he had time off: "I had just as much to do as before, just not with the band. Paul fell into the famous Black Hole, and came to the realisation that he has done never done anything in his life. Schneider at one point got the feeling he wasn’t part of a band anymore: "I asked myself if it was going to continue". A thought that on one side unsettled him, though he also learned that a life without Rammstein was more than possible. Richard already knew that, and worked in New York on his solo project "Emigrate", Olli got married and enjoyed life. And Till? Till sat in his room and thought about burning angels.

At midday Robin arrives. Robin is the cook, though her main job is as a jewellery designer. She has worked for Prince, and on the TV show "friends". Now she works for Rammstein. Has she heard their music? No. She doesn’t need to know more about the band than what she can already see. "These guys are so great!". Sometimes she hears a few shreds from the studios and it sounds very exciting. "And Till is really an artist!". In about an hour of chatting and kitchen magic a complete menu for 12 lies on the table. 12 people not stingy with their compliments, who like to tease Robin "…And so easy to please!"

Lunch and Dinner are the set fixtures in the daily schedule. There we all sit together. For breakfast everyone has to take care of themselves. And then its to work. Along with Rammstein came the producer Jacob Hellner, and engineers Ulf Kruckenberg and Florian Ammon (Who just completed working with U2 on their new album). The studio comprises three workstations: In the main studio sits Jacob, recording the guitars and the vocals. The second station is the bandsystem for bass, keyboards and so forth. Finally, the third station, where the various takes from Schneiders recordings in L.A. are sorted, and the best sent to the main studio. "Like a factory" says Paul, "Some kind of assembly line." Jacob Hellner has produced all of Rammsteins albums. He knows the band, knows what makes the guys tick. "Making a record, is mostly a chaotic process, but Rammstein are very structured – that makes it easier". Only the continuous discussions in the band are occasionally stressful. "Rammstein is a never-ending conference". That’s why he prefers to breakfast alone in the producers living quarters, a little removed from the studio complex. There he chews on his cornflakes, looking down upon the steaming valley. It rained during the night and has become chilly. The electricity has cut out again. That’s normal here however, and no one is disturbed.

Flashback: When the year long timeout came to an end, the band met with their manager Emanuel Fialik on a houseboat to cruise, and to think about how things should progress on the good ship Rammstein. "It only took one day for me, until it felt like we were never away" remembers Flake, "The same silly jokes, everyone back to their old behaviour and ways": Paul uses this analogy: "You smoke, then you quit, than you begin again, and your smoking again. It’s as if you never stopped". And then the discussion: New Album or first a tour? The opinions, as ever, were split. Schneider: "I thought it would have been good if we, to start off with, went on tour. For me, a band only really exists when they are standing on a stage. Its then that the band-feeling is there, and that’s also for me where the real meaning is: Making music together while other people listen." But, the Rammstein system is democracy, and the final decision: Studio.

Then followed a sometimes agonizing process, which Richard refers to as the "Dark times". Olli sees these times first and foremost as positive: "We must learn again, to view ourselves as a band. That was our task, and that helped us on." They went to the practice rooms, played together, collected ideas, recorded a few demos – All this takes us another year further forward. One whole year that the band needed to grow together again. The work, however, was no easier from then on, quite the opposite. The songs that were already finished, were worked upon over and over again. In different locations, under different terms. "And always beginning from the beginning" Recalls Paul. A painstaking process, putting the mood of the band under extreme pressure. And Till? Till, in spite of the rain and cold, swam his lengths in the pool.

Richards’s guitar is being recorded in the main studio. Flake stands behind Jacob at the console and has a couple of ideas: "Everyone has their favourite song, that touches his heart especially, and therefore they engage with it perhaps a little more than the others." And Jacob describes his job: "I mix parts together or over each other. How the structure looks at the end, nobody knows yet. Music has a mind of its own. When you think you have understood its ways, you’ve made a big error. Music doesn’t know any rules." Working on the songs is one thing. At the same time, here in California, there is much thought about the tour (the stage and the show being just as important as the music for Rammstein). Rammstein is an all encompassing artwork.

The manager Emu comes over. A band meeting has been arranged for after dinner. A tour before the album or afterwards? Six people, six different opinions. The Rammstein democracy is straining. Sometimes they all talk over each other. Paul: "The trick is, to learn to propose things positively, and at the same time not get angry too quickly, or snap, when your thoughts are rejected. When one of us claims more rights than a sixth, than real trouble can erupt." Rammstein are a natural biotope, and one that functions…

Richard sees it thus: "The brilliance of the band comes from no individual, instead it results from a chemistry between all parts." A chemistry that follows no harmonic principles, in fact to the contrary: It’s precisely the friction that generates the specific individuality that makes Rammstein what it is. Flake: "One could compare Rammstein to ‘Sechse kommen durch die ganze Welt’ (East German cartoon about group of kids, each with different talents, and their adventures): One is a fast runner, one has great vision, one is the strongest. And me, well, maybe I’m the guy that can spit really far…

Jacob talks about the great Rammstein-machine: "Every idea must go through it, and what comes out at the end, is Rammstein-music". And Till? Till sings "Bin nie zufrieden, es gibt kein Ziel, gibt kein Genug, ist viel zuviel…" The song is called ‘Mehr’ and has an intimate sound. Whether it will be on the album or not, isn’t yet decided. It is to be released in the autumn, than Mehr (more) happens. Marion Brasch.

[callmemythicalminx]

❄️24th of December❄️

❄️Christmas Day with the Salieri Family ❄️

Fandom: Mafia Definitive Edition

Warnings: Just flufffffffff.

Summary: It’s Christmas day and your spending it with the ones you love at the bar - what more could you want?

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! We have sadly reached the end of the calendar, but I will of course continue to write. I’m going to be taking a break from posting during January/early Febuary but I will still be writing during this time (most likely some of the requests I’ve recieved and starting my Sam series). I hope you all understand, but most importantly, I hope you’ve all enjoyed the calendar as I’ve had so much fun making it! <3

Dedicated to:  @kaiiiiiiparkerismyhusband​ @lolita-wolfson @xxsamanthaxx @kneelingforvillains @loutino20 @levitate-gengar @dorothynerding @blackbladevika @my-blog-for-me @rammstein-obsession @octorebel @demonsouthere @mayday1284

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The snow is falling softly as you walk down the street towards Salieri’s bar. In your hands, you lug a bag of presents, some even tucked under your arms. Finally, it’s Christmas Day and that means it’s time to celebrate with your family. Every year you all gather together at the bar to have dinner together, share presents and forget about all the stress of your lives for a day. 

As Salieri’s only daughter, you especially love this day of the year most of all. Because you’ve never had siblings, you’ve always seen the gangstas you share your life with as your brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts. Sam, Paulie and Tommy especially are like the big brothers you’ve never had, always there to care for you and keep you safe. Being able to thank your family with all the homemade gifts you create is one of your favourite things about the holiday. That and being able to just spend some time with them, laughing and relaxing. 

As you approach the front of the bar, you can already see your father standing at the bar, smoking a cigar as he speaks to Frank and Luigi. Excitedly, you kick open the door, smiling wide when Saleri looks towards you. 

“Y/N, darling! There you are! Here, give me some’a those.” You gratefully release some of the bags into his outstretched hands, releasing a sigh as you finally stretch your arms out. The three men laugh at you as you walk towards them, placing a kiss on each of their cheeks. You greet your father last, who pulls you into a tight hug while he wishes you “Merry Christmas darling.”

“Merry Christmas to you too Papa.” 

“The boys are upstairs getting the place sorted, they probably won’t groan as much if you go and help them.” You laugh. As you start making your way through the bar and up the stairs, the smell of the turkey from the kitchen grows stronger and you take in a deep breath. It makes your taste buds water and you can’t wait to enjoy some of it later. Once you reach the meeting room, you can hear Sam and Paulie arguing as you open the door. 

“Why do you get to sit next to Y/N?!” Paulie shouts, his arms flailing frantically as he gestures to the long dining table. Sam looks at him blankly, his arms crossed over his chest. He raises an eyebrow as he replies “She’s the boss’ daughter. I’m head Capo. It makes sense for me to sit next to her.” Paulie grows more frustrated and opens his mouth wide to argue back, but stops short when he sees you standing in the doorway, smirking at the two of them. Sam squints at him for a second before quickly turning, a wide smile spreading on his face as he spots you. 

“Y/N!” Paulie giddy shouts, running over to pull you into a big hug. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze tightly. Sam comes up behind him, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek and take you into a hug himself once Paulie has let go. 

“Merry Christmas Y/N.” 

“Merry Christmas to the two of you fools too. I see that you’re already arguing.” Sam lets out a ‘pfft’ sound as Paulie launches into a full blown rant, trying to explain why he should sit next to you at dinner. For a while, you let him endlessly talk, taking amusement from both his amusement and Sam’s exasperated expression. But eventually, you start laughing and place your hand on Paulie’s shoulder to quiet him down. 

“Why don’t I just sit in the middle of you two? My papa doesn’t mind me being a few seats down, you should know this already.” The two of them look at each other for a moment, squinting slightly, before they seem to come to a telepathic agreement, nodding their heads. Thankfully, the arrival of little Julia with Tommy and Sarah interrupts the childish argument as they enter the room with warm smiles. 

“Aunty Y/N!” Julia runs, jumping into your arms as you bend down. You give her a tight hug as you raise up again, littering her face with kisses. She giggles as her uncles come up behind her and take turns kissing her too. Tommy and Sarah move to greet you after Julia wriggles out of your arms, running over to the presents waiting to be opened by the tree. 

Once Ralphie, Vinny and the rest of your family have arrived, you all move to your seats at the table, passing around presents from the tree. Sam and Paulie sit quite happily next to you, smiling warmly when they see the gifts you’ve made for them. You have many to open yourself, but you can’t help but just look around at the joy on everyone’s face. It gives you more pleasure than any gift ever could- nothing compares to seeing your family happy and alive. 

Eventually the food is brought in, plates and bowls of steaming food filling the room with a heavenly scent. The boys help bring the large turkey in, placing it in front of Salieri to carve. When the meat is cut, it’s quickly shared out and everyone’s plates quickly become filled. Your father stands up, raising a glass of wine as the rest of your family follow suit. 

“Another year has passed. We’ve lost many but we’ve also gained so much. I’ve never been as proud as I am now in these moments when I stand before you all, my family, and see what we’ve accomplished. Y/N is my only daughter, but I’m sure she agrees too that you will all always be my sons and daughters. So I raise a toast. To a brighter future, a prosperous new year and good health to all of you. You all mean the world to me.”

As you look around at your family, arms raised in cheers as they send loving smiles towards your father and yourself, you can’t help but agree with him- they mean the world to you and nothing will ever change that.

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Thank you all so much for reading, I really hope you have enjoyed! <3 Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you all!