#stoja wiseman

[kirnet]

are we about to kiss right now? im getting a vibe

#rowan hart #infamous if #stoja wiseman #minadraws #love orion. i will push him down a flight of stairs to get to rowan

[writerrayart]

Artfight attack for @kirnet: Stoja Wiseman

#artfight 2021 #artfight #my art #others’ ocs #mind blind #interactive fiction

[kirnet]

some of nocturna inferno's album and ep covers (all done by rowan of course)

#dog psychiatrist was the first ep and the split happened after i bite when cornered #they continued the dog motif for a little bit when writing abt the breakup but then they really started doing their own thing #also when botb happens and stoja gets messy again there will be a 'im not a dog psychiatrist but i can tell youre still a bitch' and the #7 stans will start war. i love drama #this was just an excuse to take a break and do something different with all of the textures i made. back to comics now #minadraws #infamous if #stoja wiseman #nocturna inferno

[kirnet]

A lady of latex and leather, Stoja of ИOCTURNA INFEЯNO is already set to be the heartbreaker of this season of BOTB. The band used their standout track “Wasted Desires,” a deeply erotic and headbangable rock song as their audition, providing the perfect opportunity for Stoja flaunt her ability to switch from honeyed gospel notes to throaty screams on a dime. While much of the band’s actual talent is overshadowed by their current conflict with both Blake Winter of Underground Wastebasket and the bitter rivalry between ex-bandmate Seven Lawless, ИOCTURNA INFEЯNO is certainly a group to keep an eye on this season, whether it’s for their music or the drama.

#stoja wiseman #infamous if #oc #minadraws #that background is the suminagashi that i was talking abt the other day! its made by putting ink in water and dipping the paper into it #and the little logo i just drew with a brush pen lol i like how choppy and homemade it looks

[kirnet]

she could be ur angle... or ur devil

#october babyy!!! #stoja wiseman #minadraws

[kirnet]

the “pretend to be sad about your brother’s explosion while pretending to celebrate your brother’s explosion” fit

#and kent is there too ig #stoja wiseman #mind blind #mindblind #k zarneki #minadraws #i have so many illustration concepts for her rn its unreal #also shes only that high on kent bc shes wearing heels. yeah

[kirnet]

Missed her…

#stoja wiseman #minadraws #I need to get obsessed with her again

[kirnet]

an infamous fic. 1.2k words.

Orion Quinn was not invited out often.

What was the word his coworkers used? “Unsociable.” Orion Quinn was unsociable. He hardly smiled, he never danced, and he almost always turned down any invitation to get to know his coworkers in a casual setting.

And yet, he was here, nursing an overpriced IPA in the crowded corner booth of a dive bar. Some band was setting up on the sorry excuse for a stage in a mad scramble, untangling wires and tripping over them anyway. That was the only reason he had been coaxed out: work. Benjamin swore by this band, a name Orion couldn’t even remember, but he had yet to say anything about the actual music. “The lead singer is insane,” he laughed into his drink.

Marty snorted. “Yeah, insanely hot.”

Orion spared the singer in question a glance. She was currently engaged in a battle with the mic stand, toned arms on display as she tried to adjust it to her short height, her platformed boots barely helping. In fact, almost all of her was on display. Black denim shorts that barely went below her crotch, a strappy black bralette that Orion couldn’t figure out how she had put on, black fishnets, lipstick, nails. All black. Even the tattooed bands around both her wrists. The only pop of color was the length of auburn hair that tumbled down her back. She stuck her tongue out when the guitarist laughed at her.

“She almost killed a guy the last time I was here. Just demolished his face.” Benjamin whistled. “Took two security guards to drag her off. You could see all of her rings on his face when they carried him out.”

Orion frowned, already bored with the subject. Usually, he would never attend a concert like this. Metal, hardcore, whatever they were supposed to be, was not his taste. The screams grated against his ears, and the rowdiness of the crowds did nothing to encourage his participation. But he was in desperate need of new talent. “Why did they invite her back?”

“You can’t deny the crowd they bring in.”

It was true. The small area around the stage was packed, everyone pushing to be in front. Even where he sat in the back people were finding a way to jostle his elbow, threatening the safety of his drink. Most of the patrons were dressed like the lead singer, though a few sported the same tee-shirt, obviously hand painted: two curved lines with a crude semi circle in between them. Orion was very aware of the crisp white shirt he wore, though the top two buttons were undone.

The bartender, at least, seemed happy, her tip jar already overflowing.

A hush fell over the crowd as the opening notes of a guitar started. It was light at first, complex, like thousands of petals softly falling to the ground.

And then all peace came crashing down.

Marty bobbed his head beside Orion as the song picked up, the combined spell of every instrument whipping the crowd into a frenzy. The singer remained silent, not attempting to hide her smugness as she watched the crowd, before eventually parting her lips.

Orion had to admit, she was good. A little rough around the edges, maybe, and he had more than a few notes for what every member could improve upon, but the skill was obviously there. Her voice danced from low to high, defying gravity as she threw herself about the stage. More than a few times she’d run her fingers down between her breasts, down her sides, coming to a stop just above the hem of her shorts before she’d turn and trail over her backside. Not subtle at all, but with the way the crowd surged to touch her legs, she didn’t need to be.

He watched for a song, then two, then turned back to his beer, wondering if it would be worth it to fight his way to the bar for another.

The concert continued, and Orion occasionally tapped his finger against the lip of his bottle, but he more often checked his watch. For a genre he disliked, he was grudgingly surprised that they had even held his attention at all, but his time could be better spent elsewhere.

And then she screamed.

Orion Quinn had listened to a lot of music. He knew technique when he heard it. And the singer certainly had it, the growls well projected. Her voice would be protected for a long time.

With his gaze on the table in front of him, Orion had missed the frenzied look that had crept into her eyes, the stage lights flaring her pupils to life. Her hair was wildfire behind her, catching everything alight as she violently whipped her head about. And when she started singing again, her voice was honey smooth, soothing any wounds that the scream had left when it sunk its claws into his mind.

The musicians picked up, their hands a blur as the tempo reached a maddening pace. Sweat rolled down the singer’s exposed skin. Her eyes were unfocused, unseeing, but her mouth continued to move and she continued to dance, no longer aware of the crowd in front of her. “Possessed” was the only word that could form in Orion’s thoughts. It was almost Bacchian, his pulse racing as the crowd moved with her, beholden to her every command.

The singer screamed again, and Orion’s heart shattered.

Her voice frayed, heartbreak evident in every note. There was no way to verbalize it but to scream, but to let the crowd feast on the carrion of her love. Technique was all but abandoned. The music was desperate now, begging for any release as it continued to soar. The singer collapsed to her knees, her high note reaching for a god that would not answer her.

And then it stopped. The music faded out, and the guitarist shakily reached for his water. The singer remained on her knees, her chest heaving as the mist slowly lifted from her eyes. And then she bent forward, her forehead touching the stage floor, a last prayer at the altar.

When she rose, she was as she had been at the very beginning, winking and throwing up her hands and soaking in the ear-splitting noise. “Give it up for Jazzy on the drums!” she yelled after gulping down water and dumping the rest of it over her head. “Rowan on the guitar! Devyn on bass! Iris on keyboard!” She pointed to each one in turn as she hopped around, giving them all a chance to put on their own displays.

She stepped to the edge of the stage, smirking as someone wrapped their arms around her boot. “And motherfucking Stoja on vocals! We’re Nocturna Inferno!” It was a miracle that he could hear over the roar of noise. “Someone buy us a fucking drink!”

“Not bad, right?” Benjamin coaxed, nudging Orion with his elbow.

Dumbly, he released his vice grip on his beer bottle. “They could be better,” he answered.

They could be. God, they could be. Benjamin rolled his eyes and mumbled something to Marty, but Orion’s focus was squarely on Stoja, who had hopped up on the bar, a gorgeous woman resting her elbows on her meaty thighs.

They had yet to meet, but he knew her, knew who she was behind that dazzling smile.

And if he had a say, the whole world would know her, too.

#i didn’t proofread this heehee #stoja wiseman #my writing #infamous if #don’t perceive anyone’s characterizations lol i don’t know what i’m doing #but yeah uh. i may not know anything about orions divorce or life or anything yet but hey. heartbreak is heartbreak and stoja knows it well #something something stoja is entirely a projection and her music is the only honest thing about her something something #nocturna inferno

[kirnet]

goth hostility (for @taliaglitch!)

#mean platform-wearing dog-loving wisemans unite! #stoja wiseman #briar wiseman #mindblind #artfight 2022 #minadraws #i gotta hit you at least one more time to be even for that amazing benny piece but it might have to be post artfight

[kirnet]

albums, songwriting, voice!

HIII ILY

Albums: What are some of the albums the band has released? Are they a consistent style? What themes did they explore?

this is an inside joke my sister and i have had for 15 years but their debut ep is "I'm Not A Dog Psychiatrist, But..." which was raw garbage and largely messy but it has a small cult following because of the amateur sound. The first album they released after seven left was "I Don't Wait for the Final Hour." Their sound cleaned up a bit over time, but they still use a lot of just absolutely nasty crunchy base licks and guitar riffs. After seven left, they took on a more math rock sound with more complex guitar progression to fill in the gap.

Now, Stoja really focuses on themes of isolation, desire, vengeance, and fraught relationships. and also about how sexy stoja is and how everyone wants her lol. there's a lot about how her body is the only thing of use for people around her and that no one will love her with the same intensity that she loves them, but she sings it while shaking ass

Songwriting: What’s their process? Is it different than it was when they used to write songs with Seven?

i cant think of the word i want rn lmao, but i think stoja's writing process is a lot like automatic painting, where it just strikes her at one moment and she vomits up lyrics and melodies and the rest of the band kind of translates it into something usable. lots of humming and finger tapping and then asking "you know what i mean?" and the answer is usually a yes. songwriting with seven had a lot more compromise but they both served as editors to each other, where now stoja is the main writer. she also writes more from a place of anger and pain rather than the emotional high she did when she was with seven.

Voice: What does their singing voice sound like? Do you have voiceclaims(s) for them?

i imagine her voice pretty much as the lead singer of spiritbox courtney laplante! this video i think does a great job of showing of her range of singing to screaming

#LOVE YOU!!!! #stoja wiseman #nocturna inferno #i can just imagine her writing a song abt orion and how she knows that shes unlovable but no one will ever tell her why lol #ask #dreamsongtwentynine

[kirnet]

dorotea 🤝 triss having fucked up supernatural encounters back in the day love that for them ! 🍓🍓 for tea pls and also 🍓 for miss stoja as well hehe

Omg what was triss’s?? :o

🍓 dorotea… is just like her mom. In personality and attitude and her face. The only thing she really got from her dad is her eyes. Seeing them next too each other is fucking eerie. Tea is aware of it and fucking hates it.

🍓 teas romance with Adam doesn’t actually start until she jumps in between falk and Adam at the carnival. I think that’s when Adam starts to catch feelings. Tea doesn’t begin to start to crush until Adam is really injured from trying to save sanja and they have a tender moment and she hums him to sleep while playing with his hand. Before that they are BITTERLY at each other’s throats but they have a grudging respect for each other

🍓 stoja is attracted to rosy from the get go, but she’s 100% playing it up to annoy both rosy and Nick. She loves the attention. She only goes ‘oh shit’ when he calls her by her first name during training rip

#stoja will do anything for attention. ANYTHING #TY LOVE #ask #rosykims #dorotea langford #stoja wiseman

[kirnet]

oc battle royale round 2: Halrebe Mothma vs Dorotea Langford vs Stoja Wiseman

Dorotea and Halrebe tied last round!

#baby battle royale #polls #ramblings

[kirnet]

oc battle royale round 1: Lenora Basra vs Stoja Wiseman

#baby battle royale #ramblings #polls

[kirnet]

Ok putting stoja ‘fuck n’ fight’ wiseman in infamous was the move

#good for her! now watch her get an authority figure with real reasons to not pursue a relationship who gels his hair back to fall in love #with her. bc she’s hot and nasty #ramblings

[kirnet]

The thing I love about stoja is that it makes the wiseman family just the sluttiest in existence

#they have 2 hot buff slutty children with musical talent. TWO #both of them modeled. both of them can’t keep a stable relationship. only one can cook #no wonder hope had a breakdown I would too if stoja was my daughter #ramblings

[kirnet]

give me humorous! button x rosy or give me death

#mind blind #mindblind #rosykim #stoja wiseman #minadraws #a piece that took some effort vs a 15 minute meme. god bless #i love them a healthy amount