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ICONS ONLY: Daniel Brühl Characters (2011 - 2021)
The criteria of this collection changed from iconic looks to favorites, so it ended up being a mix of both. I wanted to do a 3x3, so I kept it to a certain decade to limit the selection pool. It pains me that I had to cut Tony Balerdi, but he felt so out of place with this chaotic, feral bunch. Might just do a different one so I can make it up to him.
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deepdwellingsteamboat · 2 months
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DANIEL BRÜHL as Ernst Schmidt THE CLOVERFIELD PARADOX (2018)
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rachreads · 1 year
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the barbie selfie generator is the best thing to happen to me this month.
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moodysullie · 1 year
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Can you imagine how I feel while watching these two scenes?
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polsterreich · 4 months
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An illustration for the last (non chronologically) scene that I wrote for Act 1. The introduction of the Order of Othala to the universe was a recent change that shook up the entire plot, the final part missing from the story for all these years.
Thank you so much for 550 followers!
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orions-quiver · 1 year
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Wearing Something of the Danny Bunch's (Part 2)
Wow. It's uh, been awhile. Man I take forever to finish writing things I start but hey, better late content than no content. Here as promised I have another installment of wearing something of our boys'. This time I offer you Andrea, Ernst, Niki, and Laszlo. Enjoy!
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
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Andrea Marowski
• With Andrea you tend to steal his suit jackets when it's chilly, but the first time you did it was pretty adorable.
• The jacket was new. He had just gotten it from Janet and Ursula as a part of one of the suits they had gotten him once Andrea was up and around.
• You had been teaching him English with your limited knowledge of German and had become acquainted rather quickly with one another.
• You had taken him up on the offer to sit by the sea. The wind had picked up while Andrea was down closer to the shore in the sand (looking for seashells, probably).
• You slipped on his discarded suit jacket to find it warm and fuzzy against your skin.
• When Andrea returned with a handful of shells and rocks that caught his eye it took a moment for him to notice that you were wearing his jacket.
• But when he did he stopped in his tracks with a blush.
• He was mesmerized.
• "Du bist so hübsch. (You're so pretty.)" He had said in German rather than his native Polish hoping you could understand the compliment. Andrea couldn't string any coherent English together as he processed you in his jacket.
• "Danke, Andrea."
• His smile was the cutest thing you'd ever seen.
• He then proceeded to show you the many shells he found.
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Ernst Schmidt
• You love to steal his shirts to sleep in at night.
• At first he had no clue who exactly was stealing his shirts. Maybe Volkov was playing some sort of weird prank on him to piss him off?
• Were his shirts just getting lost in the day-to-day??
• What the fuck was happening to his shirts???
• He kept wondering that until he passed by your room one late night when you didn't have your door fully closed. He peaked in and was instantly not mad about the shirts anymore.
• You were curled up asleep in one of them and Ernst just couldn't be upset about it anymore.
• It was cute and he couldn't complain.
• He did ask why though the next morning.
• "Sometimes I get lonely and I find you to be a comforting presence. Please don't be upset with me Schmidt I'll make sure you get them all back."
• "No need. I can't be angry when you're both comfortable and absolutely adorable in my shirts."
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
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Niki Lauda
• The day he looks over and watches you try on his helmet is the day he decides that you're a person he wants to attempt to hold onto.
• The two of you had been casually seeing each other for awhile. It was nothing serious in the slightest. It was more of a "we work around each other and we seem to get along" kind of arrangement.
• So to say that Niki didn't really pay that much attention was an understatement.
• You were helping to organize some things in the garage after a late night of making improvements to the car while cleaning up when you see it.
• In all of its glossy red F1 Ferrari branded glory was Niki's helmet up on one of the shelves out of the way.
• You were very careful grabbing it from its spot and even more careful handling it.
• Niki had walked back in from collecting something from the track and just stopped to observe where this was going. From the looks of it to him it just seemed like you were simply looking at the helmet.
• That was until you slipped it on and smiled big and bright as you stared at yourself in the reflection of the metal table.
• Niki couldn't help it and chuckled. It was a bit big on you but fuck were you the cutest thing he'd ever seen.
• "I see you found my helmet."
• "I'm sorry Niki I was just looking-"
• He grinned. "No. You look like a proper racing driver now."
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Laszlo Kreisler
• His black suit jacket was fair game when he left it unattended.
• You were in his office with Sarah and John looking over the details in a scientific journal for the case when Laszlo stepped out with Stevie without his jacket.
• With a smile you scurried over to retrieve it and wrap yourself in it before he returned.
• John chuckled. "Cold?" He joked with a playful jab to your rib.
• Sarah gave a small, all-knowing smile in your direction.
• You shrugged. "A little. I just like his jacket and how warm it is."
• His jacket was a bit big on you. It was cozy and the material felt soft against your skin. Most importantly to you it smelled like him, like crazy expensive specially imported Austrian cologne that he used exclusively. It was so characteristically Laszlo that it made you smile more.
• Laszlo looked confused when his desk lacked the jacket. He scanned the room to spot it snuggly against your form and without a second thought started to walk to the other side of the room.
• "Ah, I'll shut the windows then. It is rather drafty with the wind coming in."
• He smiled to himself where no one could see. Although he'd never truly admit it, he loved seeing you in his suit jackets.
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six-demon-bag · 1 month
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i love this photo so much like he does not look like this in the movie??
he looks like zemo levels of threat here but he is a squishy bitchy physicist who would lose a fight to a piece of lint, why is this his Official Photo 😭😭😭
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hereticpriest · 22 days
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Someone, anyone, please come scream about Daniel Bruhl with me! Please! I am desperate to scream about this beautiful, beautiful man. My DMs are hella open!
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pannypunkpanda · 1 year
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Oh! Todays drawings from the stream I did earlier today on youtube
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wintereyed · 2 years
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♡ Ernst Schmidt + Chris Beck ♡...but make it Winterbaron.
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5 TYPES OF DANIEL BRÜHL CHARACTERS
After watching 40+ of his works, I've noticed the roles that he plays often fall into these five categories...
#1 - because he's German, obviously, a Nazi. The bottom two are a little niche as he plays 'unwanted Nazi admirer'.
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#2 - guy you can take home to meet your parents. He's played way too many of these—it's a given with that beautiful baby face—but these would be my top five. Bottom layer gets extra points for being a good friend to the elderly.
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#3 - opposite that is the guy your parents warned you about. It seems Daniel has a lot of fun playing these, especially the top layer, which leans on the love-to-hate category. I can't tell if it's just my distaste for The Face of an Angel, but I also considered adding Thomas Lang. Could be why Chris in Cargo made it here as well... because what even was that movie.
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#4 - now we have 'man in way above his head by the situation his political ideologies have gotten him into'. You almost always need a trigger warning for the films these characters are in as they will absolutely gut you. They're often based on real people and events. So you will learn something about history while Daniel gets tortured into a pulp.
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#5 - and finally, 'expert in his field, kind of an asshole, but hella breedable'. Most of my favorite characters are in this category... I don't know what that says about me.
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Is it cheating to place Zemo a second time? I don't care. He feels like an entirely different character.
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deepdwellingsteamboat · 3 months
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DANIEL BRÜHL as Ernst Schmidt THE CLOVERFIELD PARADOX (2018)
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rachreads · 1 year
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daniel bruhl characters as dril tweets
made by my friend and shamelessly stolen by me (with permission)
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moodysullie · 1 year
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The Cloverfield Paradox
Dir. Julius Onah
Ernst Schmidt (played by Daniel Brühl)
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pics-pizza-peace · 4 months
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Gordon Mundy & Ernst Schmidt
The Cloverfield Paradox(AU)
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mlmxreader · 1 year
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The Stars Shine For You | Ernst Schmidt x m!reader
anonymous asked: Could I request a very fluffy and cute Ernst Schmidt being with his boyfriend in a au where the Shepard is successful and everyone is returned home. Maybe a cute reunion where they are all emotional and reassure each other that they are still in love.
summary: you and Ernst have been apart for so long, worried about one another and what to expect when he comes back, but it seems that maybe not much is different.
tws: non-sexual nudity
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After so much time being apart, wondering if he would ever actually come home, you watched on the news as they announced that, at last, the mission had been successful; Earth was saved, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach as you covered your mouth with one hand and sobbed quietly. Sliding onto your knees as you hit the carpet; he was coming home. Ernst was finally returning.
You broke completely. Relief, joy, pride. It hit you all at once, so hard that you ended up falling asleep on the floor after you were finished crying; so drained that you didn't even wake up when the door opened several hours later.
Schmidt folded his arms across his chest as he looked down at you, a fond smile on his face as he shed a few tears; he chucked his keys on the coffee table, grabbed the fluffy silver coloured blanket from the back of the sofa, and draped it over your shoulders.
He knelt down, kissed your temple, and put a cushion under your head; he would let you sleep for a while, it was the least that he could do. The news was behind a few hours, only just announcing that he and the rest of the crew were actually coming home.
While you slept, Schmidt grabbed a cup of coffee, unpacked everything and put it where it once lived, and showered; he was only just coming out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, when you woke.
"Hallo, mein Herz," he breathed out.
You stood there, staring at him for a while, before you swallowed thickly and barrelled into him; your arms were tight around his body as you kept him so close, crying quietly as you squeezed your eyes tightly shut and whimpered so softly. Schmidt let the initial shock wash over him before he returned the embrace; now that he had you in his arms, he was finally and truly home.
"Oh, mein geliebter," he murmured. "I missed you so much."
You didn't say anything, holding onto him with all the strength you had as you melted against him; it had been so long, so many days drenched in agony and worry that maybe he would never come back. Maybe the Shepherd would be unsuccessful and everything would go wrong, and now...
Now he was home.
"Ernst..."
"Ja, Ich bin hier," he said so sweetly. "I missed you... I love you."
You sniffled, pulling away and putting your hands on his face, studying his features; he hadn't changed much, except his stubble was a bit long, more scruff than anything else, but his big brown eyes were still the same. His hair was a bit longer than when he had left, and there was a faded bruise on his cheek, but he was still the same as when he had left.
"You need a haircut."
Schmidt grinned as he nodded, putting his hands on yours as he leaned into the touch. "Yeah, I do... you know, I thought maybe you would have moved on."
"Never," you breathed out, shaking your head. "Ernst, du bist meine Welt... I could never."
He brought your hand to his mouth, gently kissing your palm as he grumbled ever so quietly. "Du bist mein Stern. Mein geliebter. Mein Herz."
"Immer," you whispered, daring to steal a quick and gentle kiss.
You pulled him over to the bed, pulling back the duvet and getting in, waiting for him to drop the towel and finally join you; you snuggled into his side, pulling the blanket up to his chest as you slung one arm over his chest, your leg across his waist as he held on tightly to you. He was home.
He was home at last. Snuggled up with the man he loved more than anything in the world; all the video calls he had had with you never made up for the real thing. For hearing his voice again, for feeling his arms around you, the gentle caress of his scuff against your skin. Nothing could compare at all.
He tugged you closer, coaxing you to remove your shirt just so that he could feel your skin on his a bit more, tossing the offensive fabric aside and pulling you onto him; your hips on his as you rested your forearms on the pillow either side of his head, kissing him so softly.
You moved your arm so that you could tug at his hair, melting into how he kept his hands on your sides and eagerly dug his fingers into the flesh; the blanket over your back as you allowed him to take control and deepen the kiss. His tongue slipped between your lips, and you felt like you were going to cry.
It had been far too long since you had been able to kiss him again, you were starting to feel overwhelmed, and when he felt the first droplets on his skin, he gently pushed you away.
"Mein Stern... what's wrong?" He brought a hand up to wipe your tears away. "Talk to me."
"I just..." you sniffled, swallowing thickly. "I missed you so fucking much... kissing you again, it... it's all too much for me."
"I get it," Schmidt agreed softly. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Nein," you breathed out. "Bitte. Don't."
He grabbed the back of your neck, pushed you onto your back, and straddled your waist as he placed his arms either side of your head. "Is this alright?"
You nodded, hooking your arms around his neck as you pulled him down, but he grinned, and he licked his lips.
"Was?"
"Everything just keeps reminding me," he whispered. "I'm home... erinnern what I used to tell you?"
"That the stars shined only for me?" You asked, and when he nodded, you laughed softly. "Or that the stars never shined in space because I wasn't with you?"
"Both," Schmidt told you. "The stars do shine for you, mein Mann, and they never shined a day I was up there... they never shined until last night, when I was finally coming home, coming to you."
You grinned, sniffling as you shook your head. "Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"You're gonna make me cry, meine Welt," you told him softly. "So... shut up, and kiss me, maybe?"
"Now, that," he gently traced your bottom lip with his thumb. "I can do, mein Stern."
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