Till the Tickle MonsterIt was at the lovely hour of midnight that Till decided to text Frank. The simple message was:Till the Tickle Monster2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Come home, I have something for you.
Now the text in itself wasn’t strange, Till had always insisted that his home was Frank’s, but the time he sent it certainly was. It was a rare event that the singer called him past eleven o'clock, and even that was only during emergencies. One could imagine Frank’s curiosity at getting a text at such a late hour and why - well, that is, if he was even awake enough at the moment to really ponder it.
“I swear I’m going to kick you so hard, Till.” He groaned, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands before answering that he’d be there in fifteen minutes. The brunette yawned and stretched, groaning in relief as his joints popped before he threw off his cozy nest of blankets, and snatched his purple hoodie off the floor. He then wriggled into his black sweatpants, grabbed his keys, wallet,
Autumn walk"It's so beautiful out." Mikey stated inhaling deep the early morning smell which consisted of wet soil and leaves, upon exhaling he could see his breath.Autumn walk2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"It's cold out." Frank mumbled rubbing his sandpaper feeling eyes with stiff fingers, since the morning chill was already getting to them. Mikey laughed, the steam of his breath spilling from his mouth.
"That's why it's so lovely out!" He exclaimed kicking up the orange and golden leaves scattered generously over the trail the two walked on. Frank rolled his eyes but wore a smile of amusement as he caught hold of the older man's hand lacing their fingers together.
The two young men were out walking the nature trail at about six thirty in the morning, in mid-autumn. The reason was that Mikey had taken up going on walks very early in the morning, finding them peaceful and calming.
A good thing after the chaos of touring.
Mikey wore jeans, a long sleeve shirt under a hoodie, Converse and a beanie. Frank wore sweatpants, a hoodie,
Hold My HandPerhaps if they had known the psychological damage Werner, Till's father, had done to Till, his bandmates would not have been surprised at Till taking such a younger lover.Hold My Hand2 years ago in Humor More Like This
The young man was twenty six years old.
He was in his prime, coursing with energy and laughter. Frank Iero was his name and he could not have been more different from Till Lindemann. Till was quiet, cautious, and well planned whereas Frank was laughing, impulsive and on the fly.
It may have been because of the two cultures the two were raised in. Till came from square head Germany where "better safe than sorry." was drilled into people at birth. Frank on the other hand came from loudmouth America where being an individual was the most important thing.
If cultures didn't separate them, along with an ocean, physical features also rendered them an unlikely couple. Till was a tall, brawny man with a swimmer's body. He had a strong jaw, thick eyebrows, lips that ran on the thin side, and calm, sleepy sea glass green eyes
Mein Herz Brennt 3The nightmares were becoming worse.Mein Herz Brennt 32 years ago in Scraps More Like This
They had started not long after Till and Richard had reconciled over their spat, and Risch had made an effort to be more fatherly.
That had been a month ago.
Nell would wake herself up from her screaming and thrashing in her sleep. Richard was at the end of his rope to try and help her. He had told her countless times she was safe, checked under the bed for monsters, told her stories, rocked her to sleep, but nothing helped. It tore at the man to see his baby girl scream and cry from the nightmares that haunted her. The toddler was petrified by the hellish dreams and could not be convinced to talk about them. She became crabby all the time, with little energy to do much of anything. Till and Richard endlessly discussed what they could do, but nothing helpful came about. It was Nell herself who unknowingly gave them the solution to help her.
"Vati?" Nell drowsily murmured as Risch rocked her one chilly autumn night. Richard had her swaddled in a blank
Little Killjoys"Are you crazy Frank? It's one thing for us to be Killjoys but not our kids!" Gerard exclaimed, appalled that Frank would dare suggest to bring their children into this life of danger.Little Killjoys2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Am I? Look around Gerard, look at what we've become." Frank answered in an icy calm voice. Gerard grudgingly swept his gaze about the tool shed and had to admit they had sunk far from how they had lived before.
The tool shed was just big enough to hold the three single mattresses. One was in front of the door with two against either wall. Gerard slept on the mattress in front of the door, Frank and Cherry shared the mattress to his right, with Bandit and Lily to his left. The space created by this incomplete rectangle of mattresses left a person only four paces before they ran into a bed.
At the moment the three children were outside playing, kicking up dirt, and just being children, something Gerard knew they could rarely be if they were Killjoys. Frank must've known what he was thinking for he asked "
StarsThey mocked us.Stars2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They mocked us by putting us in canoes, stuffed with white flowers and votive candles. As if we were fallen warrior chiefs and this was our funeral. I suppose it was, seeing as they were setting us out to sea with nothing.
I was the last one to be put in one of the three canoes, cradled like a baby as I was set down. I gazed up at Korse as he loomed over me to light the candle at the helm of my wooden vessel. The faint flame threw strange shadows across his face, and allowed me to see the beads of sweat on his bald head. The man's chocolate brown eyes caught mine as his lips pulled back into a grin.
"No famous last words?" He sneered. I did not respond, for indeed I had no brave words to say, nothing heroic or inspiring as Mikey, Ray and I were pushed out to sea. We did not try to free our hands and feet, what was the point? We had nothing but shambles of a society to go back to, nothing but blood, death and smothering heat. Gerard, our leader was dead and the Killjoys
CancerCancer3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Frank warned Gerard, who instantly did as ordered. The once dark brown haired man barely gave a wince of pain as the needle bit into his skin. He gave a soft exhale as the morphine softened his pain and his world.
If you could get me a drink
Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded
"Gee could you get me a drink?" Frank asked softly to which Gerard nodded and helped his husband to drink. Frank gave him a faint smile, his eyes looking so weary from fatigue and pain. The singer gave him a sorrow filled smile of his own, before leaning down and kissing his husband's now almost non-existent lips.
Call my aunt Marie
Help her gather all my things
"Didja go through all of my stuff?" Frank inquired another smile coming to his lips when Gerard took hold of his hand. Gee's hand was so warm and full of life, he could feel his vitality pouring into him. The older man nodded and before the singer could start in on the futile hope that Frank would live, the sho
Mein Herz Brennt 2It was that very night, midnight to be exact when Richard would have his first true experience with Nell.Mein Herz Brennt 22 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"Risch?" The toddler girl's voice quavered as her tiny baby hand touched his arm. She had to push on his arms a few times before he sleepily asked
"Was ist los?" He turned over to face her, resting his head on his stretched out arm.
"I want Daddy!" Nell softly wailed, her doll face scrunching up as she began to cry. Richard felt fright prick his insides like needles as he got out of bed and scooped Nell up, hushing her as he bounced her in the same manner he would a fussy baby, patting her back rhythmically as he did so. He wished that Till was here to get her to stop crying but knew that he couldn't so easily lose patience with Nell. He was her...Vati now and he must get used to it. He sighed and continued to comfort her, humming a song from well worn memory, accepting that he would probably be up late.
When she did at last fall asleep, cradling her tightly to his chest, he got ba
Mein Herz BrenntThey expected his heart to be stone.Mein Herz Brennt2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
They expected this because of his silence, because of the obedience he had displayed thus far. But Till was a force all his own. The fools should have noticed it in the obvious way Till's presence demanded respect, but they merely brushed it off as self-confidence or worst yet, arrogance.
The first experience that Richard had with Lindemann, was when Richard and his platoon were readying to go for their four mile jog.
Richard was platoon leader and had his men divided into three lines, ten men deep. The weather was gorgeous for an early autumn day. The soft breeze was scented with burning leaves and a nip of winter. This was perfect for their jog and the men would appreciate it once they got moving. For now they shivered as they stood still, waiting to get going.
"Kruspe, Lindemann will guide your platoon today." One of Richard's many superiors stated. Richard gave a curt nod and stood at the front of the line in his second column. Even if the brune
Hold My Hand 2The next morning Frank was up at eight. He showered, ate breakfast, dressed and was ready to go at eight forty. The nervousness that got his heart quickening, made his stomach twist and armpits start to sweat when he knocked on Rammstein's bus door. Good thing he had remembered to slather on antiperspirant deodorant.Hold My Hand 22 years ago in Humor More Like This
A minute passed before Till opened the door, a small smile gracing his features at seeing the books Frank held. The big man was wearing sweats and a loose black shirt. Frank himself wore his favorite ripped at the knees black jeans and a vermillion t-shirt. Dress to impress, The rhythm guitarist thought to himself mockingly. He followed the man up the steps and into a living room that was laid out exactly like the other band's bus. The only difference was the things in it and the five other men puttering about.
The shower was running, and two of the six bunk curtains were closed so there was three. Flake was making something and Olli was reading what looked to be a
The Storyteller's BetrayalLife was simple and hard as BL/ind's faithful servants. They lived in a far flung village in the woods of Germany. The village had no name for only settled and established BL/ind settlements received names. But they would preserve for it took time to regain what nature had overtaken. Once every month the village received their rations of pills and inspirational pamphlets along with material items such as clothes and blankets. The villagers farmed for their food and made what was not given to them.The Storyteller's Betrayal2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The villagers happiness besides the delivery of supplies was the Storyteller's tales. He came home every two years, stayed for two and then left home for the Killjoy world for another two years. He was gone so long that when he came to visit he never repeated a story for he had time enough to come up with something new.
One particular BL/ind girl's name was Zeeva..
Zeeva was petite and thin but this last thing was common in the village, for winter stripped them of their precious body fat. At
Wine me, Dine meTill frowned as he looked at the closed apartment door, tilting his head with an expression of concern as Richard swore from inside. Something was wrong.Wine me, Dine me1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"Richard?" Till asked after opening the door, frowning as the sound of domestic clatter came from the kitchen.
"You're early!" Richard sounded flustered.
"Tut mir leid, I can go if it's a b-"
"No, it's fine. Go sit at the table, I'll be just a minute." Richard briskly walked out of the kitchen, a white apron tied on over his black slacks and button up shirt before he threw his arms around Till's neck with a quick kiss.
"Alright." Till smiled, kissing back and tilting his head fondly. "I like this."
"I hope you like everything else."
Till sat at the table, smiling as he took in the dark red cloth, two places set with gold rimmed white china. Richard clattered briefly about the kitchen again, making Till wonder what he was up to. The singer understood he hadn't been the easiest to get along with the past four months, not with str
The Silver Star PromiseThe Storyteller named Till watched with quiet sorrow as the Killjoy resistance began to crumble beneath the pressure of BL/ind, weakened by the supposed deaths of the Fabulous Four. They could not endure the struggle on their own, and it killed him that he could not tell the Killjoy populace that their heroes were alive and well, sheltered within his motherland's forests.The Silver Star Promise1 year ago in Drama More Like This
In due time Storyteller's wounds healed; though instead of moving on, he stayed with Renegade Star and her camp of Killjoys. This was partially due to the fact that he had strained his wounds too soon, and also he felt protective of her. She was not a child, it would be wrong to label her as such, but she was still innocent. Innocent because of the naive hope she had that BL/ind could still be toppled. She continued to push on, kept fighting for a cause that was falling down all around her, and the Storyteller merely waited patiently at her side for her strength to falter. He wanted to be the one to catch her when she
Snow ClothesFelt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelidsSnow Clothes1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
Kimby woke with a start with the feeling that she had to leave now. Why or what for, she could not say - only that it was urgent. She rubbed her eyes before she kissed Till's cheek and scooted out of their large bed.
"Where do you go little one?" Till inquired his voice raspy from sleep as he blearily gazed at her.
"To seek the Fay." She answered making him give a low pleasant chuckle that she never tired of hearing.
"Take the church bell anklets and Olive will have fresh bread for you."
Kimby nodded and gathered the skirt of her ankle length nightgown as she slipped out of their bedchamber, and glided down the stone steps, her bare feet freezing.
Ever since Till had rescued her from her slumber, encountering magical creatures along the way, Till had asked that she indulge him by carrying protection against the Fay whenever she left the manor. She complied witho
PancakesPoor Frank's about to fall asleep in his pancakes, Gerard thought his chin resting in his cupped palm as he sat across from his exhausted boyfriend and watched him eat.Pancakes3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was two in the morning after a strenuous gig and the boys had stopped at a cramped little diner. There was just enough room to crowd in a dozen mall sized chairs and tables. The warm pancake and maple syrup scented air did nothing to help Frank's fatigue. And what with more than twenty plants suspended from the ceiling the lighting was a dim green.
The boys had chosen the table by the window, able to see the wet and glittering parking lot outside. Gerard sat across from Frank with Ray beside him, Mikey having decided to sit beside Frank, probably because for once he was quiet.
Gerard wore a lovely soot colored button up shirt with dark dress pants. Frank wore his Revenge outfit, white button up shirt, jeans and fringe hair style. Ray just wore a black tee with light washed jeans and last was Mikey who wore a c
Mama LibertyMama I am off to explore the world!Mama Liberty10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My petticoats and dresses are folded and packed
My hair brushed into obedience
My tongue carefully laden
With this heavy, guttural language
No more will I hang onto your apron strings
Gone are the days I suckled at your breast
For my bones are strong enough now
To carry my weight into new lands
And so I say goodbye
As I board the steamboat
Eager to see what the world holds for me.
Mother mine I am home!
What is this?
Do you not recognize your little girl
Of so long ago?
I will admit I have been changed
By the beautiful country
I now proudly call my motherland,
For she is a rosy woman
Who lives within crumbling castles
Fattening her children
With meat and potatoes
As she happily weaves her tapestries of history
I left my home of plenty and ease
To be dazzled and confused
By the new culture and language.
I mimicked others as I learned to speak
Turning the hard edges and soft middles
Of the words
Over in my mouth
Like a sort of candy with sharp
Wrapped around your Pinky"Mikey I ate way too much." Frankie complained laying his head on the lanky man's shoulder.Wrapped around your Pinky3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Poor little Frank's a fat piggy." Mikey cooed sarcastically patting Frank's belly. The fringe haired man groaned and scooted so that his cheek rested on Mikey's right thigh.
The older man smiled and slipped his hand under Frank's shirt lightly scratching his back. Immediately Frank wriggled out of his shirt and got back into his stomach. Mikey gave a maternal smile and went back to scratching his back, tickling Frank by skimming his fingertips against Frank's lower back. The shirtless man of course squirmed a bit but said not a word of complaint.
He liked having his back scratched too much to say anything. As time passed Frankie's eyes began to droop close as he drifted further into a doze. Just as he was about to fall asleep Gee's soft whisper of
"You've got Frankie wrapped around your pinky." startled him back awake. Even Gee's soft voice was still jarring in the silence that had desce
Insecure Old ManTill was restless.Insecure Old Man2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was not a trait many thought Till even possessed. The reason for this, was that this particular trait came about most often at night. Till's restlessness was a sign that he was puzzling something or multiple things out and so to dispel this excess energy, he would clean.
It was a frigid winter evening, around eight thirty, when one of Till's restless cleaning spells fell upon him. Frank was curled up in a blue circular chair in the living room reading when he heard the sound of running water and the clatter of dishes.
"Till, I'll get them!" Frank hollered since he had indeed promised to get the dishes later that night. Till did not bother to answer, only continued to do the dishes, humming random melodies to himself as he worked. The slender man shrugged to himself and continued reading; absentmindedly chewing on his lip ring. After Till finished the dishes, Frank heard the ssh, ssh, ssh of the broom against the wooden floorboards of the kitchen. The young man rol