#twitch germany

[sebastianswhore]

LOOKING FOR FELLOW DBD GAMERS!

i've been looking for some new people to game with for a long time! dbd can be fun if you have the right energy around you, so i hope i'll be able to find some cool people! 💜

mic preferred as it is easier to communicate but not a must! 18+ as i cuss like a truck driver and say the most ridiculous shit. 💀 ( i'm witty af fr )

CONSOLE GAMER but ofc pc gamers can add me too! DROP YOUR NAMES IN MY ASK BOX.

discord also available for communication or banter!

[marlowashere]

Hi there!

I’m Marlo, a 19yo content creator from Germany with lots of chaotic energy and random troughs to place somewhere. Apparently somewhere is here.

I also Stream on Twitch! It started out with me wanting to improve my English, and is now a community full of little gremlins where we vibe with either very chill conversations or cause chaos.

Other than that? I’m dyslexic and diagnosed ADD (ADHD). So have fun with finding a way to make my sentences make sense.

Feel free to DM me or reach out on other Social Media such as:

Twitter: Marlowashere

Instagram: Marlowashere/Marl0x3

Twitch: Marlowashere

[saturniade]

medical status: fell from a bicycle in the rain because i got scared of a car driving <30 kmph

[famousamir]

Go follow me on Twitch / Famousamir1

[acidicvoid]

Big City, Small Cars

Visit me: acidicvoid.com

[ttv-budzplay]

We got drops! For hunt showdown

https://www.twitch.tv/Budzplay?sr=a

[onenettvchannel]

OneNETnews Investigates: German Twitch Streamer throws a Supersonic Hardcore Home Rave Party during in-game of CoDMW2 [EXCLUSIVE]

(Prepared by Lisa Loud & Rhayniel Saldasal Calimpong / Stringer Correspondent of Nickelodeon News & Freelance News Writer, Reporter and Presenter of OneNETnews)

BERLIN, GERMANY -- A 16 y/o gamer and amateur freelance disc jockey (DJ) named Crossmauz was recently gained internet fame for his self-streaming loud EDM music on Twitch, complete with flashing photosensitive lights, smoke machines & pyrotechnics from his home that evening in Germany last mid-April 2022.

Every time when Crossmauz wins a match and killed from a simulated first-person action shooter via PlayStation and XBox gaming console, he consistently rave himself at home. Despite concerns from some about the potential house fires per netizens' feedback online via chat lines, Crossmauz continues to celebrate his gaming victories with at-home raves, in exchange to go off-air to burn himself in arson, almost anytime unnoticed. Our digital news team of OneNETnews is currently investigating the story, looking into the details behind Crossmauz's viral videos, live sets and game streaming on his own Twitch account.

For those unaware aside the rave party of Crossmauz, 'Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2' is a first-person shooter video game released in mid-November 2009. It is the 6th installment in the Call of Duty (CoD) series and a direct sequel to CoD 4: Modern Warfare. The game takes place 5 years after the events of the first MW game and follows the efforts of the American and British forces to stop a Russian ultranationalist from starting a war.

Following a direct sequel in late-October 2022 with the same title, the original MW focuses a single-player and returns to a traditional war gameplay. CoDMW2 features multiplayer modes and a Special Operations' cooperative mode, with a first-person simulated shooter benefits that does not imitated in the real world. The games are available exclusively for adults on both PlayStation and Xbox consoles, per Entertainment Software Rating Board (ESRB) rating of A.O. in the United States of America (U.S.A.) and Canada, which contains a lot of unpleasant gun violence and war.

In addition, Crossmauz's EDM selections includes fast-paced music genres like Hardcore and Speedcore.

These music styles, similar to Hardstyle have been popularized by artists such as Lil' Texas (whose real name is Samuel Patrick Barry in Dallas county) and Porter Weston Robinson (an indie music endorser of Secret Sky). With beats exceeding 200+ BPM (beats per minute), they provide an intense soundtracks for his gaming sessions.

Born in 2007, he began streaming on Twitch in late-January 2020, and started his first online broadcast streaming last mid-September the said year (excluding CoViD-19 or Coronavirus Disease pandemic worldwide).

(Screengrab Photo / Dexerto)

Crossmauz did not achieve initial popularity until the surge happened around 7 months later by April 2021, his current channel theme of streaming EDM party music adopts his dream into a reality as accompanied by a laser and pyrotechnics show. This was first experienced significantly growth of 26.03% in early May 2021, with increasing popularity reported by Social Blade, Twitch Tracker and Sully Gnome.

Despite attempts to reach Crossmauz for a comment through private messages on Instagram and a German Twitch representative, but it was impossible to receive a response on our news team thru OneNETnews for an investigative online interview. It is speculated that if Lil' Texas and Robinson were to sign Crossmauz's management contract to a disclosed independent music label, he could potentially make a significant impact to start a career in the music industry.

Crossmauz has nearly reached 430k Twitch followers, with approximately 35% of them tuning in regularly. Many fans enjoy watching a teenager thriving in the freelance DJ music scene, and to see a bright future for him as a Twitch streamer, DJ or both.

With the possibility of collaboration between the established artists like Lil' Texas and Robinson, Crossmauz's career could possibly expand even further when he comes an adulthood in 2025 or 2028, which is subject for the sales and a hidden talent agency's approval.

SCREENGRAB COURTESY: Crossmauz via Twitch LIVE Video

SOURCE: *https://www.sportskeeda.com/esports/twitch-streamer-goes-viral-throwing-raves-stream [Referenced News Article from Sportskeeda] *https://socialblade.com/twitch/user/crossmauz [Referenced Analytics via SocialBlade] *https://twitchtracker.com/crossmauz/statistics [Referenced Analytics via TwitchTracker] *https://sullygnome.com/channel/crossmauz/longtermstats [Referenced Analytics via Sully Gnome] *https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/people/crossmauz [Referenced Biography from Know Your Meme] *https://djmag.com/news/15-year-old-twitch-streamer-goes-viral-pyrotechnics-and-rave-lasers-his-bedroom [Referenced News Article via DJ Mag] *https://www.dexerto.com/entertainment/streamer-who-raves-all-the-time-blows-up-on-twitch-after-clip-goes-viral-1805037/ [Referenced News Article via Dexerto] *https://sea.ign.com/twitch/184131/news/twitch-streamer-celebrates-every-kill-with-rave-party [Referenced News Article via Imagine Games Network News] *https://www.insomniac.com/music/artists/lil-texas/ [Referenced Biography via Insomniac] *https://www.discogs.com/artist/3325453-Lil-Texas [Referenced Biography via Discogs] *https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porter_Robinson *https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Call_of_Duty:_Modern_Warfare_2 *https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Call_of_Duty:_Modern_Warfare_II_(2022_video_game) *https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hardcore_(electronic_dance_music_genre) and *https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speedcore

-- OneNETnews Team

[soulhunter1996]

ENG: In today's video of #pokemonviolet we're going on a battle rap fight to get the sixth gym badge.

Oh... there is also a secret... I can't even rap 🤫 - Link in the bio

GER: In der heutigen #pokemonpurpur Folge rappen wir um den sechsten Orden.

Kleines Geheimnis... Ich kann nicht mal rappen 🤫

[kaffeeblatt]

Hilfe tumblr überfordert mich, was genau macht man hier ???😕

[ticeclubtv]

Das Abenteuer unserer kleinen Bardin beginnt:

[sharanestone]

Did you know? The corkscrew was invented in 1890. ________________________________ 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘵 at Sandtorhoft, Hamburg ________________________________ 𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘴: In the frame: @_caramelapplepie_ 𝘗𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘺: @sharanestone ________________________________ 𝘎𝘦𝘢𝘳: #Nikon D6 #nikondach #sigmaart #nikonhamburg #godoxgermany @samsung @godoxlighting @learnofc ------------------------------------ 𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘴: #hamburgcity #hafencity #sandtorhöft #elbphilharmonie #germany #sharanestone #sunsetshoot #djipocket2 #osmopocket2 #gopro11 #djipocket3 #osmopocket3 #nikonz9 #twitch #learnofc #gamergirl #black #streamer #kiez #stpauli #photo #samsungs22ultra (at Sandtorhöft(Speicherstadt)) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjECwOsDKOB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[prayagraj]

A gas stove burning #livestream went viral on #Twitch as an unnamed #Russian turned his stove on 24/7 amid spiraling energy price rises in #Europe. He claimed his gas bill is 1.25 Euro a month and planned to gain views from the West to get money for a new stove. Meanwhile, several posts showcasing the extremely high #energy bills in #Europe went viral on #Twitter. Residents in Europe are facing spiking natural gas prices after the #EU and the #UK placed sanctions on Russian energy to support #Ukraine. European #gasprices are now about 10 times pricier than in the U.S., pushing people to revert to heating sources like coal and firewood. #Firewood prices have more than doubled in #Poland, #Germany, and #Belgium. Some experts warned of energy poverty in the coming winter. Amid a cost of living crisis, what could the Europeans really blame? Russia, the U.S., or their own European politicians? https://www.instagram.com/p/CiwHQQovT3g/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[woso-dreamzzz]

Introductions

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adeventures Universe

Summary: Natalia meets your parents as your girlfriend

Pernille wishes that they could make the trip to Spain to see you more often. But with their own work schedules plus flight times and your own training, it was difficult sometimes.

But, it was all worth it when she and Magda got out of arrivals to see your beaming face waiting for them.

"Princesse!" Pernille pulls you in for a hug, cradling your face and inspecting you.

The Spanish sun has been good for you. You're practically glowing as you take Pernille's hand in one of your own and Magda's in the other.

"How has training been?" Magda asks as you all make the trek to where you've parked your car.

"Good," You reply," We've got that match against Eibar at the weekend so we've been training pretty hard."

"You're top of the table," Magda reminds you," You can't be having to train that hard."

You shrug. "Talia says she'll cook dinner if I keep a clean sheet."

"That's nice of her," Pernille cuts in when she sees Magda's eye twitch.

Your crush on Natalia has been going on for years now and Magda's never fully come around to it. In her eyes, you were still that little toddler who moved from Germany to England. You were too young to have a crush, least of all a crush on a flirty Spanish girl who practically had a salacious smirk on her face all the time.

Magda had always imagined that your first official crush would be on someone like Jessie. You'd had a childhood crush on her for years (even if you had never actually realised it) so Magda had just assumed that people like Jessie were your type.

Natalia and her flirtations were out of left field.

"Talia doesn't cook often," You explain as you slip into your car," But she makes this amazing pasta dish that I've been craving for weeks."

"That sounds wonderful," Pernille says," I'm looking forward to seeing you play this weekend. We tune into your matches whenever we can."

As the topic moves on from Natalia's, Magda finds herself relaxing.

It's not that she doesn't like Natalia. Natalia is a great girl but you're Magda's baby. She doesn't want to have to imagine you kissing a girl or falling into bed with one. You're her only child and the idea of you moving away to Spain and potentially never coming back was almost too much to handle.

"I saw that match against Real Madrid," Magda says instead," That was a fantastic dive."

"The shot winded me a little bit," You reply proudly, turning onto the street with your apartment," But I'm glad I caught it. I was a little worried that I wouldn't."

"You're the best keeper in the world," Pernille says," Of course you were going to stop it."

Your cheeks turn a little pink as you turn off the car. "We don't know that. That PSG keeper-"

"You'll win it," Magda says," I can feel it in my bones. You'll see at the end of the year. You'll win."

You don't respond to that as your cheeks flush a deeper colour, making your way up the elevator to your apartment.

"Prins is fully trained now," You say proudly as you unlock your door," And he's bilingual. Talia is trying to teach him Spanish but he's refusing."

"Good," Magda says," I knew there was a reason I liked him."

Your apartment is different to how it was when she and Pernille left you there. It's more homey and cosy. Rocky the Rock was still on one of the shelves with girl-swan and girl-moose. Everything still had a place but it felt more lived in now.

A few of Prins' toys were scattered around on the floor and there were soft blankets strewn around the room.

Prins yaps happily at seeing you all, wandering over to get tickles behind the ear from Pernille, who happily crouches down to give them to him.

She glances around slightly, feeling just like Magda that there is something different about your home.

A cat tree was wedged in one corner, with a beautiful long-furred calico sleeping in one of the little caves. There was a Barcelona training shirt that didn't have your number on it hanging over the armrest of the sofa.

There were shoes that weren't your size on the floor.

But, the real kicker was the soft footsteps coming closer and closer.

"Hola," Natalia says as she appears around the corner.

Your face brightens up as soon as you see her, only getting happier and happier as she drops a soft kiss on your lips before moving over to the kitchen area without a care in the world.

Prins goes to follow her, wagging his tail as she throws him down a treat. The beautiful cat from earlier also crawls out from her nap spot to get treats too.

Pernille has to stifle her laugh as Magda stares, a finger coming up to point between you and Natalia, who was now happily humming as she grabbed some butter from the fridge.

"I...You...She..." Magda stutters out," What?!"

"Mi vida," Natalia says," Did you want the normal bread or the fancy bread?"

"Fancy, please," You reply," Morsa, is something wrong?"

Magda's still stuttering, not fully able to articulate her thoughts as she gestures wildly.

Pernille laughs, looping her arm around Magda's waist in comfort. "I think your Morsa is just a bit confused. She wasn't expecting Natalia to be here too."

You frown. "But why? Talia lives here too?"

"What?!" Magda demands.

You give her a funny look. "She's lived here for weeks now. Did I forget to tell you?"

"Mi vida," Natalia says," Why don't we sit down. Sorry, Miss Eriksson, Miss Harder, did you want a sandwich too? I forgot to ask."

"That would be lovely, thank you, Natalia," Pernille says as she guides Magda to sit at the kitchen table," I'll have some ham if you have it and Magda's the same."

Magda barely looks mentally present in the room, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.

It's very clear from the way that Natalia's moving around that she's trying to make a good impression. She's met Magda and Pernille before but that was when she was on Spain's youth team. Meeting them now as your girlfriend is different from back then.

Of course, both Magda and Pernille knew that she's been your girlfriend for a while now. You'd been very excited to tell them but Natalia moving in with you must have slipped your mind.

Natalia looks unbelievably nervous as she slides the sandwiches in front of Pernille and Magda, taking up the empty seat opposite them and next to you.

The cat from earlier leaps up onto the table, brushing her bushy tail against Natalia's face before jumping down again to wander back to her cat tree.

"That's Reina," You say proudly," She's Talia's cat."

"I can see that," Pernille says fondly," She's beautiful."

"I brush her every day," Natalia says, puffing out her chest. She's really laying it on thick. She made a sandwich for everyone. She's showing off how responsible she is by bragging about her cat's stunning pelt. She's taking care not to touch you as much as Pernille knows she wants to. She's really trying to make a good impression.

Magda laughs sardonically. "I mean," She says," You've really made yourself at home, haven't you?"

"Morsa!" You snap and Magda jolts.

You very rarely raise your voice, least of all at her but it's clear she's rubbed you up the wrong way. You seem to regret it though because your eyes dart back down to stare at the grain of the table.

Your voice stays firm though. "Don't be mean. This is Natalia's home too."

"Magda," Pernille says and it's funny how similar to two of you are," We're having a grownup conversation here. Be polite."

Magda sighs deeply. Her hand clenches into a fist and then unclenches again. She expels all of her breath.

"How long have you been moved in together?" Her voice is softer now, more welcoming but it's clear to Pernille that Natalia is still a little on edge.

"Nearly two months," You say," I think it's going really well!"

"It is," Natalia says, finally getting a bit more of her usual confidence back," We're doing very well together...Miss Eriksson."

Magda pulls a face. "Don't call me that," She says," It makes me feel old. I'm not old."

That gets you smiling again and the hand you've hidden under the table moves up to rest on it, showing that you've laced it tightly with Natalia's.

"You're old enough to have a twenty year old," You tease and that gets Natalia smiling down.

She's practically beaming at you, looking at you like you've hung the moon and the stars and the planets turned with you at the centre.

Magda doesn't like it. She doesn't want anyone looking at you like that. She doesn't want people to be attracted to you. You're her baby, the little baby who used to fit so perfectly in her arms and used to sneak into the big bed and speak German just to annoy her.

But you're grown up now and she can't think of anyone else she'd rather have look at you like you were their whole world than Natalia.

"So," Magda says begrudgingly," Natalia, I hear that you make really good pasta."

[luveline]

extremely random thought for shy friday: r works up the courage and bakes steve some kind of baked good. little do they know it’s with the one ingredient steve absolutely HATES (idk man like grapes or something) and he feels bad so he doesn’t tell them and eats it until dustin or someone walks in and is like 🤨🤨🤨 ur eating that???

thank you for your request! steve x shy!reader

Steve knows that while you may not seem nervous on the surface, you're a shy girl. You're always overthinking things, always watching people out of the corner of your eye so you can respond to their behaviour. You minimise yourself.

It's why he can't tell you he doesn't like raisins. You've made him something, expressed your creativity, your passion, and your feelings (he thinks) through baked goods. Steve's sure your German apple strudel would be delicious if he could stand raisins. He does a great approximation of a smile as he eats one.

"You like it?" you ask hopefully.

"Who doesn't?" he asks, clumsily avoiding the question. "Everybody likes strudel. Thanks, Germany."

Your smile cleaves him open. It's a mixture of incredible sweetness in line with your proferred treats, a hint of bashfulness he adores, and your usual go-to grin. It's familiar and new at once, and Steve wants to take a photo.

"I promised some to your friend," you say, closing the lid of the tuppperware you'd brought with you, "but what he doesn't take you can have. I kind of made them for you, anyways."

Steve melts. He's cool and sophisticated, obviously, but his stomach goes molten at the idea that someone would care about him enough to make him food from scratch without his having to ask, and that someone being you makes it all the more warming. He feels like jelly.

He's slow on the upkeep, and doesn't know who you mean until Dustin and co. are peddling up to the bench you're sitting at full pelt. Steve curses under his breath as they come to a slow, and Dustin's eyes hone in on your box.

"You have the goods?" he asks, like this is some box office drug deal, and not like he's interrupting your almost-date.

You shake your box gently. Lucas and Will share an enthusiastic, "Nice!"

Mike, less prone to distractions that aren't his girlfriend, nods at Steve's hand. He's frowning. "What are you doing?"

Four sets of eyes move between Mike's stare and Steve's hand like spectators at a tennis match. Steve can't tell him to cut it out while you're looking, so he polishes off the apple strudel, feels sick at the wrinkly, gelatinous texture of the raisins as they go down, and glares at the kids full force. "What, you're so greedy you need them all?"

"You don't like raisins," Mike says.

Dustin blinks at him. "You actually ate one of those?" He shifts on his bike, foot on the ground so he doesn't fall. "You said raisins are the evil cousin of a chocolate chip."

Steve doesn't know what's worse, the embarrassment of being caught red-handed or your tiny pout.

"Sorry," he says to you quickly, uncool, so uncool, "I mean. No, I don't like raisins. But they were still good!"

You're expressionless despite his insistence. "It's okay," you say, and there, a twitch to your brow he actually understands for once. You're amused.

You dole sweet treats out to the boys and they bike off calling thank yous and giggling like idiots at the mess they've made, no doubt. You smile down into your almost empty box, one remaining strudel with nowhere to go.

"Steve," you murmur, sounding pleased, "why didn't you say something?"

He hooks his elbow over the back of the bench. "And tell you to your face I don't like what you made for me? I know I fell off the wagon, but I'm not hopeless. You don't do that to girls."

"Well. Next time, you should. Is there anything else you don't, uh, don't like?" Steve can't hide his surprise. You drop your gaze to your lap. "You know, so I can make you something else?"

"You want to?"

You rub your thumb against the opposite index finger. You can't meet his eyes, but Steve knows you're alright.

"Yeah, I'd love to make you something you'll actually enjoy. Was kinda the whole point."

Steve places his hands between yours where they worry in your lap, dipping his head to the side hoping it'll encourage you to look up. You do, and he can practically see the heat emanating from your face, even if there's no evidence of blush.

"Anything you make I'll like."

"So long as it doesn't have raisins," you say.

He squeezes your hand gently. "Exactly. And maybe not too much cinnamon. It makes me think about my great grandma's house. Which wouldn't matter, but she totally died choking on a snickerdoodle."

You laugh, and you clamp your free hand over your mouth.

"That's terrible," you say between your fingers.

He elbows you gently. "You laughed. Makes you the terrible one." He thinks about your offer, and how sweet you are, and how horribly he fucked it up by pretending to like something he didn't. "Thank you. For the thought."

You take your hand from your cheek and place it over his. It's practically aflame it's so hot, and your lips are worse when you dot forward to kiss him. You were likely aiming for his cheek, but he turned a little and it ended up a centimetre from his closed mouth.

You sit back sharply.

"You're welcome," you say, eyes widened.

"Thanks," he says again. He clears his throat.

He pretends not to notice how flustered you are from your almost kiss. Maybe he should poke a little fun at you, call you forward or eager or in a rush, but he doesn't.

He'd be a hypocrite to make fun of you, because Steve's flustered too. Your lips are the sweetest treat you could give.

[diekniffis]

Danke für den Stream ihr Verrückten. #stream #twitch #streamer #gamer #gaming #germany #streaming #game #live #twitchstreamer #twitchtv #ps4 #gamergirl #playstation #happy #letsplay #nerd #videogames #games #video #twitchaffiliate #follow #life #greatday . (hier: Switzerland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdOX6D8LGWG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[norrisleclercf1]

More mafia mick ? I hope you can feel me looking at you with a twitching right eyes and a blank face…

I AM CRYING (no rush btw….👁️👄👁️)

A/N: A little look into their future, but who knows if this is true or not, also I was in a dad mood, so yep

"Cute little bugger," Michael coos, staring at the newest ultrasound screen in your doctor's office. "Michael, you can't even see their face. They're just black and white." Michael waves his hand refusing to hear any reason.

"And where is Mick today? He's normally the Schumacher that is a thorn in my side." Dr. Rooka jokes, but you knew she wasn't joking. When Mick found out your were pregnant, he found the best OBGYN in Germany and well, kidnapped them.

"He's off running an errand for me." Michael chuckles, knowing his son was pissed about missing this moment. "Well, want to wait for him to get back before I tell you the gender?" Dr. Rooka asks, eyeing the eldest Schumacher. "No, I want to find out now, and then surprise me." You smile, playing with the necklace he had given you those years ago from college.

"Well then, you're having a-"

-----------------------

"Michael, did you purposely send Mick away?" You ask your father-in-law. Whenever Mick was around, Michael wasn't able to spend time with, and quite frankly he misses his little gremlin of a daughter-in-law. "What? Pfft, yes." He admits easily, but nothing could tear down his smile.

"Mick said he's home, he doesn't like being away from us that long." You whisper, touching your stomach. "Still can't believe you let him do that to you, was hoping you'd rip his dick off for what he did." Rolling your eyes, you knew Mick only did it to protect you. Besides, you've forgiven him.

Pulling up, you see your husband leaning against the motorcycle. He was slightly older, face more defined and no longer holding the baby cheeks, he was far more built, especially after he took over his father's business.

"Engel," He beams and rushes the car, helping you out as he glares at his father. "I should've been there." He grumbles touching your stomach and smiling when the baby kicks his hand. "So? What are we having?" Mick beams as you cover his own hand.

"We're having a-"

"Y/n, wake up. We're here." Sitting up quick you take a deep breathe. The dream had felt so real, you could still feel the weight of your belly and the heat of Mick's hand on you.

"Sorry, sorry." You whisper, wiping the tears that slide down. "You alright kid?" Michael asks, worry but you just laugh through the tears trying to understand why you are crying. "Just, uhm, a dream. I'm okay. I'm okay."