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japo-orbo · 2 years

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5th reg. light cav. "red gloves" , monsters hunters.

this youngs blood come from hochland of course

#games workshop #gamesworkshop #warhammer #gw #miniatures #games #citadel miniatures #army #empire #hochland #guns

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misskiwigurke · 2 years

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Turnpike is safety. Turnpike is trust. Turnpike is creativity.

Finally the first photos of the 'Legenden der Tiefen' arrived. A way more smaller Con than expected but we were lucky we had very great people there. I had a lot of fun! Very hard work at the turnpike - tbh one of the best game offers I had for a very long time because you chat with a looot of people and that was great!

Event: Legenden der Tiefe by @bogenwaldlarp

Photo: @wintergrafie_by_marco_winter

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reezyfoodie · 1 year

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Hochland Sortett

#hochland #nabiał #ser topiony

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manuelasurlaube · 2 months

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#Schönfelder Hochland #Schwan #Schönfelder Schloss

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coffeenewstom · 4 months

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Kaffees des Jahres 2024

Das neue Jahr beginnt traditionell mit neuen Kaffeeprodukten, die einen dann über die nächsten zwölf Monate begleiten können, wenn es den Kaffeeröstern gelungen ist den richtigen Geschmack zu treffen. Dabei werben die meisten Hersteller mit ganz besonderen Kaffeeanbauländern. So setzt Melitta für seinen Kaffee des Jahres 2024 auf das südamerikanische Land Brasilien. Brasilien ist führend im…

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#Äthiopien #Brasilien #Dallmayr #Hochland-Arabica #Hochlandkaffee #Kaffee des Jahres #Kaffee des Jahres 2024 #Kenia #Kilimandscharo #Kilimandscharo-Massiv #Melitta #Ostafrika #Robusta #Selektion des Jahres #Selektion des Jahres 2024 #Serengeti #Serengeti Nationalpark #Tansania #Uganda

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stinavli · 7 months

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Wölkchen, aber noch nicht die ersehnten Regenwolken

#Namibia #Khomas Hochland #sunset

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whiteskullofroses · 3 months

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Noch einer!

(Dieter Hellstrom x reader)- slight nsfw

A/N: Man idk, it's 1 am and Dieter is baby girl. I don't support nacizm/any of this man's ideologies. Enjoy!

🍻 Imagine being a Yugoslav Partisan camouflaged as an SS officer, when attending a nazi meeting in the basement you meet Dieter. After a few too many shots you slip up, but luckily he is too busy thinking about you rather than the things you say.🍻

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The room was getting louder and louder with every second running by, yet you didn't budge. At least on the outside, on the inside though, you were on fire. The gun on your belt looked lovelier with every nazi that walked in and sat down at the table you were sitting at.

You couldn't believe that you approved of this "genius" plan The Basterds came up with. No matter how stupid it seemed, there was a possibility it could work and you wanted nothing more than to have these Schwabs out of Europe and sent straight to hell where they belonged.

The SS uniform felt too tight and uncomfortable, you tapped your black boots against the cold cement and silently cursed every officer that came in the basement, however, you decided to busy your mind with something else and stretch your legs. You got up, lit a cigarette in between your middle and pointer finger, and noticed the gramophone hiding behind a wall. Just as you noticed it, it stopped playing. Walking up to the gramophone to restart it, your eyes noticed a figure in the corner.

The yellow light from the candle lit up the left side of his face.

The SS officer was reading a book and drinking beer. The more you stared at him, your mind forgetting about the music, the more attractive he looked. "No, Y/N this isn't right," you said to yourself: "I shouldn't pray on men today, especially nazis."

Without realizing he was staring right back at you until he finally spoke: "Fräulein? Was ist los?" You broke eye contact and didn't reply.

He took a deep breath and closed the book, his hand patting the sit next to him, gesturing for you to sit down.

Your heartbeat quickened, the tension was unbearable and not in a good way.

"Y/N, do not show any compassion to him, his people are killing yours on the lines out there, he doesn't deserve it." Were the only thoughts running through your head the whole time you were slowly walking up to his side.

But for now, you had to be an actress to stay alive. His cologne smelled nice. That was the first remark you truly noticed about him, besides his amazing looks. "Wie heißt du, Liebling?"

"Liebling? Hah," you thought: "what an attempt to get me flustered."

"Erika Shauenberg."

It wasn't your real name, of course.

"Zigarette?" the man asked you, smiling. His smile wasn't bad either, in fact, he was the most perfect man you've ever seen.

"Why does he have to be a piece of shit?"

Your cigarette from before burned up by itself without you even putting it in your mouth. He really got you distracted so much that you forgot to smoke.

Nodding and taking one out of the box you thanked him: "Danke."

With one slick move, he pulled out a lighter and lit it. German cigs tasted different than the Yugoslav ones, but for the time being, they were good enough.

"Oh!" He remembered: "Es tut mir leid, dass ich vergessen habe," putting one in his mouth as well: "mich vorzustellen."

Blowing smoke into thin air: "Major Dieter Hellstrom."

Dieter? What an extraordinary name.

"Erik!" Dieter called out to the waiter as he approached our table. "Scotch, zwei Gläser!"

Grinning, he leaned closer to you and half whispered: "Erik hat eine Flasche Jahre alten Whisky aus dem schottischen Hochland-"

"Would you mind if we continued in English?" You interrupted him: "I was raised in France as a German kid." Tapping your cigarette on a black ashtray: "I never learned proper German because my father, well..."

Think Y/N! Think!

"He was killed in combat and my mother died from the flu when I was only 5 years old." Putting on a sad face you sighed: "I was given to a foster family in France."

"Where?" Dieter wondered.

"Menton."

"Ah, Erik!"

The waiter brought the two of you your drinks and left the scotch bottle on the table. Amazing, this was going to be a long night.

However, in reality, you couldn't complain about being in his company. Yes, he was a nazi, and yes you hated nazis, but damn was he charming.

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1 hour later....

You've never had this much fun in your life. How many shots you drank, how many cigarettes you smoked? You didn't care, and neither did Dieter. He was just as shitfaced as you.

You both laughed at each other's stories from the past.

"Noch einer, Liebling?"

"Ja, bitte!"

As he took your glass to fill it up, you watched the golden liquid splash on the table as the bottle slipped from his hand. You quickly picked it up, slightly touching his hand while leaning over the table to reach it, and laughed out loud.

"You know this reminds me when I lived in Yugo-"

Shit. No no no no no!

"Yugo? What Yugo?" he looked at you, his eyes glassy, gazing upon your face.

You swallowed hard: "Yugo? Yugo! Ah, yes!"

Think Y/n, think!

"Yugo's apartment .."

Good job Y/n

"We dated in highschool."

It was quite impressive how your foggy brain could still have such a wild imagination.

For a second he looked at you and said:

"You're aren't German, are you?"

Silence

You simply started at him and ran over the words he just spoke.

He said it's so effortlessly, his drunk tongue didn't slur one word in that sentence, as if that didn't mean that you were about to die. There was no solution in getting out of this. You do not have any evidence that you in fact were German, nor that you lived in France! Hell you don't even know France that well at all! You were pretty sure these were your last moments alive before his pretty German pistol would shoot you in the head and leave you for the rats feast on.

Suddenly the clock on the stone wall behind you started ticking slower, your heartbeat sped up and your palms got sweaty.

Meanwhile, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. His left hand was in his pocket the whole time, swiftly he pulled his hand out of his pocket and grabbed your face, to your surprise he didn't press a gun to your lips, he pressed his lips against yours. He kissed you.

To be continued...

#dieter x reader #dieter hellstrom #inglourious basterds #august diehl

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nightbringer24 · 3 months

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Grand Army of Altdorf

I have no desk to put them on so I must use my bed, but a single bed does quite well at showing what's in my army so far. And I'll be going through each unit from left to right. All the models are in various stages of painting or being unpainted, while others need to be repainted to fit the theme.

A 20 strong unit of Halberdiers, going off the Altdorf Company of Honour from the Uniforms and Heraldry of the Empire book, supported by two detachments; 10 swordsmen (front) and 10 crossbowmen (rear)

3 Demigyrph knights of my own custom order; the Order of the Carmine Griffin.

The Great Cannon, with placable gabions behind it. 5 Pistoliers, a Witch Hunter, a (headless) Captain with Great Weapon, the Empire General on barded warhorse, an (armless) Captain with hand weapon and pistol, a Wizard, and a Captain with hand weapon and the pole for a standard.

24 Marksmen of Miragliano. Until we find out what Mercenaries actually are in Old World and if they are the Dogs of War units, they'll count as Empire Missile Troopers with crossbows and light armour.

10 Greatswords, which I'm doing as the Carroburg Greatswords, alongside 8 Inner Circle Knights of the Order of the Carmine Griffin.

And last but not least, 10 Nuln Ironsides, or 10 Empire Missile Troopers with handguns, light armour and champion with Hochland Longrifle.

Only the Marksmen, the Carroburgers, the Knights and the Ironsides are going to be non-Altdorf troops. The rest are going to be done in the blue and red of the city state of Altdorf. I do need more melee troops to balance out the army since I have too many missile troops.

And that's my task to pain and play a game with this year.

#warhammer fantasy #warhammer fb #warhammer old world #old world #the empire #the empire of man #altdorf #models

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racefortheironthrone · 2 months

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Warhammer Gaslamp: The Imperial Armed Forces

(For Introduction, see here; for Imperial Society, see here; for Geopolitics, see here; for Peoples of the Old World, see here.)

While still raised on a provincial basis by regiment, the modern Imperial Army is a far more professional force than the State Troops of two hundred years ago, and each regiment must adhere to the national standards imposed by the Reiksmarshal. While much of the officer corps remains dominated by the nobility, even these sons of privilege must graduate from the Imperial Military Academy and serve at the pleasure of the General Staff.

The Imperial Army rests on a tripartite foundation of the Rifle Regiments, where each man is armed with a Hochland Mk. V Repeating Rifle, a belt of grenades, and a triangular bayonet that doubles as an entrenching tool. The Regiments operate in close coordination with the Artillery Batteries that bring the devastating firepower of the rifled Magnus Longcannon, the Machine Hellcannon, and the Rocket/Cannon Tank to bear on the enemy, such that the Regiments advance to support the Batteries, who soften up the ground for the Regiments.

The cream of the infantry are the Eisenvolk, elite soldiers who have their hearts technomantically replaced with steam engines to power their impenetrable armor, carrying them into where the fighting is fiercest to deliver victory with vibro-zweihander, handcannon, and their gauntleted fists if need be. Only the biggest and strongest of the Empire's sons can survive the process, and the Eisenvolk have a maximum lifespan of 50 years, but when the position comes with a knighthood, a lavish here-today-gone-tomorrow lifestyle, and a gold-plated pension for their families, many young men from humble means are eager recruits.

Strictly for those with a love of heights, the Imperial Airkorps rules the skies through their fleet of carrier zeppelins, bombadeer biplanes, and the daredevil dogfighters known as the Rocketmen. An invaluable asset to the Imperial Armed Forces in their ability to keep the wars fought mostly on enemy territory, the Airkorps have a love-hate relationship with the Army, where the former see the groundpounders as a mere cleanup crew, and the latter just wish the damn flyboys could get their targeting right so that they didn't dump their munitions quite so close.

One of the busiest if least prestigious of the Imperial Armed Forces, the dreadnoughts and littoral craft of the Imperial Navy are tasked with interdicting Khaos raiders in the Sea of Claws and the Sea of Khaos, keeping the trade routes from the Black Gulf to the waters of Ulthuan free for the Imperial merchant marine, and using the canalized rivers of the Empire to ferry men and materiel from Kroppenleben to Altdorf to Marienburg, and from Nuln all the way to Kislev.

#warhammer fantasy #warhammer gaslamp #the empire of man #the imperial armed forces

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fire-butterfly03 · 2 days

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25.05

Zjedzone: 679kcal

Biały black x2 - 10kcal

Cappuccino - 148kcal

Maltaki x4 - 203kcal

Sałatka - 179kcal

Biały Monster - 11kcal

Chleb x1 - 74kcal

Serek hochland czekoladowy - 54kcal

Spalone: 803kcal

Bilans: -124kcal

Ten dzień nie mógł być lepszy! Zrobiłam ponad 30k kroków. Jestem z siebie bardzo dumna

#bede lekka #bilans #chude jest piękne #jestem gruba #lekkie motylki #nie chce jesc #chudej nocy motylki #gruba świnia #chce byc lekka jak motylek #nie chce być gruba #blogi motylkowe

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thatswhywelovegermany · 10 months

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Elchkuh überquert eine Landstraße

Elchkuh überquert eine Landstraße https://app.mdr.de/mdr-sachsen/video/video-elch-kuh-landstrasse-100

An elk / European moose was seen crossing a country road near Dresden, Saxony. They are supposed to live in Scandinavia or North-Eastern Poland, but not as far south as Dresden.

#no fake lion #real moose

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madduck44 · 8 months

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Może żadna ze mnie Magda Gessler, ale przynajmniej nie jestem tak gruba jak ona

Kocham czarnuszkę. Dodaje do wszystkiego co na słono. Wafle posmarowane serkiem Hochland

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misskiwigurke · 2 years

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I don't have an addiction, I swear I can stop! - Since Beatrix is official a supporter Ranalds, the God of Luck, Fortune and Mischief in the Warhammer World, it seems that she have even more luck.. Sometimes. Maybe. But what is clear: you have to loose from time to time so you won't expelled from the roulette table.

I can't wait to open an illegal casino.. I mean a temple of Ranald of course!

Do you have any good gambling games? Just asking for.. Research reasons of course.

Event: Elen'Vahain by @bogenwaldlarp

Photo: @delink_fotografie