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Till Lindemann German. Singer. Poet. Actor. Sadist. Hobby Asshole. Flakchen's Master. You may know me from the band Rammstein. No? ... Get out. Magic Anonymous: [N/A] [Indie rp blog for Till Lindemann] [tracking the tag #thelindemann] [Can and will be NSFW] [since June 2013]

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For the art practice thing, Idk how you feel about slash but could you do 4A of Richard Kruspe and Paul Landers please? :3

I’m very much for slash! And I love Richard/Paul <3

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i finished organizing my da gallery , also , u guys should follow me there if u have it 😚 !!

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Sid Vicious pixel art 

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Getting a note on a really old post

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Getting ready. 

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Bar Meeting | Christine Daaé

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How she had hoped to find her purse at the bar, but it was not there. She seemed to have lost it somewhere else, god knows where on her way home cause she was sure she had still had it in her bag when she left. So, a little disappointed, she turned on her heels and headed out of the bar. On her way back to her car, she tried to remember where she could have lost it, but came to the same conclusion as before. She couldn’t, not for the life of her, remember. Another frown appeared on her face but what choice did she have?

Searching her car again was her last desperate attempt to find it, but even that was in vain. Nothing there either! Christine gave a defeated sigh as she fastened her seatbelt before starting the engine of her car and driving back home. She would report her missing purse first thing tomorrow as it was too late for that now anyway. On the way from her car to her front door, she rummaged around in her bag, searching for the keys and, luckily, she quickly found them.

Smoking and waiting in the cold, Till eventually recognized a  car which seemed to hold near the house. He looked up and saw a familiar woman who seemed to search something in her coat bags. The singer couldn’t hide a little smile before he slowly pushed himself away from the house wall and took a few steps towards the woman. “Ich habe gehofft, Sie hier anzutreffen.”, Till then quietly spoke, watching the brunette still grabbing in her bags.

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Bar Meeting | Christine Daaé

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She was already half way home when she noticed that her purse was missing. ‘Damn it!’ she cursed in her mind and, knowing that she had no choice, turned her car to drive back to the bar. She needed her purse, for it had her money, card and ID in it - everything she needed, important documents that would cause her great trouble and cost her even more time and money if she lost them. Not to mention that she would have to geplace them. She had to go back and get her purse again. God how she hoped it would still be there, for at a place as busy as a bar, chances were high that someone had decided to take it, keep the money and throw away prove that it was not their purse.

She cried as she headed back to the bar. There she parked her car, jumped out of it and locked it before hurrying to the bar. It was only a short distance from the car to the front door of the bar but it was still terribly cold and she hated it! That was her least favorite time of the year

Pushing the door open, she went in and noticed how the bar was much more crowded now. Oh no… that did not look good at all. Recalling that she had sat at the bar, her eyes found the exact spot and was hoping she’d find her purse just there. Though, of course she didn’t, it was not there!

“Fuck!” Christine cursed, trying to keep her voice low. Losing her purse, that was just so typical for her!

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Till meanwhile managed to get her purse. He changed a few words with the barkeeper and faster than the thought he got it. Shocking how quick people believe he thought to himself as he made his way to the woman’s home. Maybe she didn’t noticed her lost yet, so he would bring it to her. She didn’t lived that far away from the bar so he could easily arrive it with the bus.

He felt a little bad for sneaking into her personal informations, but it was the only way to bring the bag to her. Sighing quietly he then arrived in front of her home, the lights inside were out so she still wasn’t at home. Well then he would wait, the singer thought to himself and leaned against the wall of Christines home, hoping she would arrive in a few hours or minutes. 

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Paul Landers

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Bar Meeting | Christine Daaé

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“Meine Begleitung…” Christine frowned slightly as she,too, rose back to her feet. Originally she had only wanted to take a quick glance at the stranger, but there was something in his eyes that held her breathless. Though she could not quite grasp what it was. “Die hat anscheinend bereits andere Pläne für heute.”

Realizing how awkward her behaviour must have seemed to everyone else, but especially the man, she felt terribly ashamed and embarrassed. What was wrong with her? After placing her bag back to where it belonged, she looked up and found him making his way to the door. Deep in her mind, she knew that she should just have let him go but for some reason she found that she couldn’t.

With a shake of her head, she decided that she’d go home too. So she grabbed her bag and headed out of the bar. Shortly later she was driving back home in her car completely unaware of the fact that she had dropped her purse.

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The singer showed his hands into his coatpockets, kicking a can in front of him away and walking slowly along the street. He liked winter. The cold, fresh air and the long nights. He was just made for this time of season. Staring at the ground while walking, he couldn't help himself but thinking about the young woman in the bar. She really was kinda cute, kinda stunning. 

If he wouldn't be so clumsy with woman, maybe he could have started a conversation with her. She didn't seem to be like one of this rather blank women he mostly met.. beside that she wasn't aware who he was, which was rather calming from him. Because he really couldn’t fulfill the expectations most women have about him.. 

Stopping slowly he then turned around, it wasn’t nice to let a young woman hang around in a bar all by herself. So Till decided to come back to the building and entered the bar, glancing around and searching for the woman he just met a few minutes ago. But as he stood there he couldn't find her. Oh well.. Sighing quietly he walked towards the barkeeper. He was to late, as usually, great. Asking for the woman the keeper enlightened the black haired singer, and that the woman forgot her purse...

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Guten Tag

Your German singer at your service.

Feel free to talk to me.

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Bar Meeting | Christine Daaé

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Looking down at the almost empty drink in front of her, she was lost in thoughts thinking about everything and nothing. Therefore she did not notice anything happening around her at all, until, that was, she heard the sound of something dropping to the ground next to her and then the sound of a male voice following merely a minute or so later. Christine blinked and needed a moment to comprehend what was happening after she had nearly jumped in surprise.

Reaching out for her bag that the stranger was handing back to her, she smiled slightly at him and it was only then that she truly saw his face, the man who had smiled over to her across the room.

“I…ist schon in Ordnung.” she made quick to assure him. There was nothing in the bag that could have broken anyway so there was no reason to worry…or apologize. “Es ist ja auch gar nichts passiert.”

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Placing the bag beside the young woman, Till kneeled up slowly and scratched his neck a little embaressed because of his clumsiness.  “Tut mir Leid, ich wollte Sie wirklich nicht so plump anrempeln..”, the singer assured with a crooked smile and then stepped back slightly. “Ich hoffe Ihre Begleitung kommt bald, man sollte eine hübsche Frau nicht so lange warten lassen..” 

Yes, he watched her for a while, well she was right in front of his view he couldn’t look away. Pulling softly on his coat, the black haired smiled at her. “Ich wünsche Ihnen noch einen schönen Abend, Fräulein.”, he then quietly mumbled and started his steps to exit the bar.

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Aww, look at him.

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Capricorn is extremely protective of their loved ones and belongings, but have a tendency to overthink things and worry too much.