#1st Wave Black Metal

[tombofgod]

#vulvanic #sentient ruin laboratories #black metal #peruan metal #sabbat worship #1st wave black metal #peru #metal #band #new album #2023 #bandcamp

[onryou-onryou]

Venom - Temples of Ice (full album)

#venom #1st wave black metal #mantas #demolition man #abbadon #war machine

[kb-p2730]

#Venom #nwobhm #1st black metal wave #england

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hobie's Boathouse

The S.S Anne Ark

[Headcanon Concept]

Here it is in all it's Grungy Glory. [Mentions of OCs below - Including my girl Disco-Spider Diane]

About Anne Ark:

The S.S Anne Ark is a modified wide-beam canal boat. Completely off-the-grid, and DIY'd by him, it's Hobie's pride and joy. The Anne Ark is three levels tall - a 'ground' floor, and upstairs, and a locked basement below the deck. The Anne Ark has two 'bedrooms' and one 'bathroom'. Hobie's bedroom is what was once the control room, gutted and converted and the second bedroom was once a small equipment space. Hobie has had Anne for four years, and after years of homelessness as a street kid, he happily calls it his forever home.

The Rooms:

The Living Room - [ Read more about Hobie's Living Room HERE ]

Hobie's make-shift art studio/recording booth/library/cat play area, the Living Room is where Hobie spends most of his time. It features his ratty old couch from Tower Hamlets, a ceiling mic for recording, and Hobie's pride and joy - his jukebox.

Hobie's Workshop

To the left of the jukebox is a hallway that leads to Hobie's workshop, and the staircase down to his locked basement.

Hobie's workshop if full of rubbish and metal that he'll tinker away with for hours. In fact, he made every prototype of his watch in that workshop (and there were many prototypes). Despite what one may assume, it's impeccable in there. He also keeps some gear for protests, as well as somethings he's working on for Spider-punk (barbed wire webs anyone?) OCs: Diane hardly goes in there, blessed with organic webs and cursed with technological incompetence. But sometimes he does invite people like Angel and Ale in.

Outdoor Back Deck

The 1st floor Back Deck houses the main parts of the engine. Hobie maintains and upgrades it regularly, trying out things like clean energy, and emission free designs. ________________________________________________

Behind the cat tree in the photo of the living room, there is a staircase that leads up to the second floor. The stairs open to: Hobie's Bedroom

Covered in army green shag carpet and a king size bed, Hobie's bedroom is nowhere near as put together as his workshop. I mean, the guy uses an amp as a nightstand.

There's usually clothes everywhere, thrifted or hand-made, but there's also a set of bean-bag chairs, dozens of posters, and an old busted-up (but working) TV.

His room as a large window facing his bed, what was once the main window of the boat's control room. The second floor stairs open up into his room, with a glass sliding door to the left that leads to the hallway.

Gwen's Bedroom

Gwen's bedroom is barely that - but she still appreciates it more than anything in the world. Hobie understands how important it is to have your own space when housing insecure, so he wanted her to have somewhere cozy, especially know that sometimes Gwen just wants to be alone. Most of Gwen's stuff his here, and she only keeps her clothes at the Society dorms.

The Decks

Front A hot spot Diane is known to throw raging parties after the band plays, and if you're looking for an encore, head down to Floor 1 and look up - Hobie is known to drop the red banner and play a show or two up there. Or night's off, it's a great place to have a smoke. Back The best place to be. During parties, this is dancefloor. Plus, it's a good place for snogging and looking out on the water. When not in party mode, Hobie cooks most of his food on the outdoor stove and grill. Having dinner out while watching the waves. ____________________________________________ The Colors:

Like Hobie, Anne has a whole spectrum of colors - and it's affected by a whole number of things.

Ranging from black and white to full on rainbow (on one rare occasion - now THAT was trippy), Anne Ark changes color the moment Hobie, or someone else, steps on board.

Sometimes, it can even adopt the art style of those inside - running watercolor when Gwen is upset, or going full harsh-shadow when Noir comes aboard.

Every person has a different color, ranging from yellow for people like Percy and Sacha or pink for Angel.

The Cats:

(pictured are Moto (left), and Pierogi (right)) [Read more about The BoatCats HERE] Other cats he has are: Acid & Viper (siblings), Creampuff (named by Diane) _______________________________________________

FAQ:

What's in Hobie's locked basement?

I don't know. He won't tell me. But it's something that means a lot to him. The basement spans the entirety of the lower-level of the boat.

How many cats does Hobie own?

If you ask, he'll say he doesn't own any. They're free to come and go as they please, and none of them have collars. All of his cats are adopted street cats - either too old, or too weak, or those who just wanted to live with him.

But if you ask Diane, she'll say 5. He's been mentioning bringing aboard a 6th.

Does Diane live on the houseboat?

No. Diane has her own Barbie Dreamhouse - a.k.a an all pink apartment back home in 1294's Harlem. She divides most of her time either there, or at the Black Panther Chapter House she was raised in a block or two away. She rarely stays with Hobie (maybe once or twice a month), and since Hobie messes up her throw pillows and always takes something from her closet, he hardly stays with her either.

Does Gwen live on the houseboat?

Mostly, yes. She has a dorm back at Society, and she sleeps there about 3 days a week. But the rest (including all weekends) is at the houseboat. Does Hobie sail/fish?

Yes, he does both.

What are Hobie's favorite colors?

He hates consistency. But Green, Pink, and Orange.

____________________________________

Yeahhhhh so that's the houseboat. Whenever I mention Diane being on the boat, it's this I'm seeing :) And I just added in the favorite colors thing because why not

Welcome to my incredibly detailed mind palace of Hobie's house boat that does even look anything like the actual concept art lol

Stay as long as you like. Take your shoes off, make yourself comfortable. Hobie's grilling out back and Diane's making the Kool-Aid (sweet as hell for no reason smh).

Now per usual, take this photo of Hobie, and if the police ask about a boat or sumn tell em u aint seen shit ok

Bye.

_______________________ OCs mentioned:

Disco-Spider Diane @mothmothmothmothmothmoth 's Sacha

@thewolfsoul 's Percy

@onmyownside1 's Angel

@spidey-bie 's Ansi

@suchholydebauchery 's Asa

anon's Alejandro

(i think that all I mentioned lol)

#no proofread as usu #hobie brown #spiderpunk #spider punk #atsv #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #gwen stacy #spider gwen #spiderman #spider man #marvel #hobie brown x oc #spidersonas #spidersona #at the houseboat #spidergwen #pavitr prabhakar #miles morales

[moomoog017]

fic ᯓᡣ𐭩 just a skim ꔛ✿

Commander Wolffe x Medic! GN Reader

Synopsis: After a risky mission, Jedi Master Plo Koon decides to hire a full time medic aboard his ship. 

Genre: tiny angst with fluff n’ spice

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Small description of burn injury, protruding veins (if you like that stuff), character in pain

A/N: 1st Wolffe writing!! This was fun to write, I did my best but what do you think? Writing under the cut!

“I’d like to introduce you to our new medic, they will be staying with us until further notice.” General Plo Koon states, sticking a hand out ushering you from the darkness. You cower behind the Jedi, smiling gently giving a small wave to the crew. “Glad to be working with you guys.” Is all you manage as all the clones eyes on you makes you shrink. Some clones smile or wave back but one gets your attention. He stands apart from everyone else, up front and arms crossed. Your eyes meet his gaze, you quickly take notice of his cybernetic right eye. Your eyes fall from his as your face begins to flush pink. Plo Koon places a gentle hand on your shoulder, making you stand up straight. This is going to be awkward. This will be your first time living with a lot of people in such a closed area, but you were going to make it work.

About 2 months later…

“Ah Kriff!” Wolffe curses, rushing to you, hand resting just under his rib cage on his side. Your eyes widen as you hurry to remove things from your stretcher. He slams down sitting upright onto it. “What happened?” You shuffle to get your medical supplies, placing it down next to Wolffe. “Damn clanker! Got me just in time.” Wolffe’s gruff voice echoed through the room. “Where’s everyone else?” You fumble your gauze as you speak. “Safe, only I got hit.” He gritted through his teeth. “I need to remove your chest armor and blacks.” You stutter. Wolffe nods, helping you remove it, along with shimming out of the top half on his blacks. He takes a sharp inhales through his teeth as you peel the fabric closer to his wound. A hole present from the droid's shot. You pull them down, relieving the wound in full. Scanning Wolffe's wound, a sigh of relief washes over you. “It’s only a graze, just some burn care and disinfecting.” He scowls. “Still hurts like hell.” A small smile grazes your face, relieved he still has his usual attitude.

You turn away to grab the disinfecting liquid from a nearby cabinet. You drip some of the liquid onto a gauze pad and move your hand to his wound. You gently dab the gauze onto his burn. He grunts, squeezing the edges of the stretcher. You notice the veins on his arm protruding, and his muscles tense as he grasps at the metal. The blood rushes to your cheeks as your face gets hot. Your eyes quickly return to his wound. Removing the gauze, you get up once more to grab the burn cream. Taking a small metal scoop, you coat the burn with the cream. The commander looks down at you taking a heavy inhale. The burning and slightly cold sensation of the scoop and cream makes him cringe. “Does that feel better?” You ask hesitantly. “I guess, not the first time I’ve been shot.” His face flat as he looks to his burn.

“Any more concerns doc?” You open your mouth as if to speak but quickly you close it. “What?” Wolffe responds. The question burning through you, ever since you saw him. “Your eye, what happened to it?” He looks down. “Ventress.” He scowls at the name. A small “o” appears on your face. “I’m sorry.” Is all you can manage. You walk closer sitting beside Wolffe on the stretcher. You slowly lift your hand to his chiseled face. He cautiously watches you but doesn’t stop you. Your hands meet his skin, you take your finger tracing his scar. Wolffe watches as you gently trace over his face. A small grin emerges from his mouth. After tracing his scar, you move your hand to his cheek, feeling his cheekbones and rubbing your thumb over it. Wolffe softly takes your hand and places it on his thigh. “It’s ok, it’s been a while.”

You smile admiring him. You’ve never been this close to your commander. You can’t help but take in the image of him. You’ve never seen his bare body before, his chest toned and coated with a shine of sweat. His tan skin enhances his features so handsomely. You feel your face turn extra warm as you shift your eyes to his. Wolffe smirks as he takes notice of you admiring his form, a glare in his fake eye. “Like what you’re seein’?” He speaks, his voice smooth and flirtatiously. “Ah yeahh.” Is all you can manage, words stuck in your throat. Trying to shake the image from your thoughts. “You’re getting really red in the face (y/n).” Wolffe’s voice was low, he was just teasing you now. His smirk plastered proudly upon his face. “So what?” You defensively say, crossing your arms. “Admit it, mesh’la.” The word rolls off his tongue, lingering in the air. The word sends a shiver down your spine, you know what it means. “You’re starting something.” Your eyebrow raises. “Your eyes say it all.” Wolffe stands up from the stretcher, a small wince escaping his lips.

His figure towers over you, your heartbeat speeds up and your breaths become short and hot. Wolffe leans over you, locking you in his arms, hands pressed firmly on the stretcher just barely touching your thighs. You bite your lip in anticipation, your thighs pressed firmly against each other. “Commander…” Embarrassed, you look away. “Look at me mesh’la.” Wolffe says soft but his words are firm. Your eyes slowly meet his, your cheeks warm. The commander brings his face closer to yours lips, almost touching. “I’ve always liked you (y/n).” His eyes burn into yours, he glances to your lips. You had no words, the feeling overwhelming you. “So sweet, a little shy, a little feisty.” Wolffe’s hot breath sweeps across your already burning face. He leans in a little closer and your lips meet. Your eyes close and his rough lips meet your soft ones. Your heart is sent a flutter and all you can hear is your own heartbeat. The feeling so warm and exciting, the feeling of his lips leaves yours as he pulls away after a moment. A small frown tugs at the corner of your lips.

The commander's arms are still holding you still on the stretcher. The sound of the door opening has Wolffe quick on his feet releasing you as he stands up straight, clearing his throat. In return you stand up scrambling to gather your medical supplies. “How is the commander (y/n)?” Plo Koon's voice is deep and sweet. “All good sir!” Wolffe is quick to respond. His response is followed by your nod. “It's just a skim.” Plo nods, satisfied with your answer. “Commander, you're needed in the cockpit.” The Jedi speaks flatly. Wolffe nods quickly whispering in your ear. “We’ll finish this later mesh’la.” His breath skims your ear making you jump a little. You nod your head but Wolffe is already leaving. Plo Koon’s eyebrow raises slightly. You send Plo an awkward lopsided grin. Plo nods his head, removing himself from the room. A small smile forces its way upon the Jedi’s face, as he leaves.  

#moos.fics ໒꒱·̩͙ #moomoog017 #wolffe x reader #star wars x reader #wolffe x you #star wars fanfiction #clone thirsting #clone thots #commander wolffe #the clone wars #clone wars fan fiction #Wolffe x gn reader

[hanazawat]

[ ID: two drawings and three screenshots from discord. the first drawing is a black and white sketch of teruki hanazawa in a retail uniform. above him the words say: “1st Day” he is smiling with his eyes closed and waving. he says: “Byeeeee~ Have a nice day” with sparkles next to the words.

The second image says “5th day” there is something on fire with smoke coming from behind teru. he is shrugging and he has visible dark circles under his eyes. he says: “Wow! Weird! who knew espresso machines just blew up like that.” in brackets next to him it says: “used his mind powers to blow it up”

In the first discord screenshot:

The Shouker says: “does he not slay even in a school uniform?”

divorced dad mason: “khakis and a polo shirt”

The Shouker: “he could pull it off”

jaison: “only teru could slay khakis and a navy blue polo”

divorced dad mason: “target employee. Best Buy employee”

The Shouker: “serving working class realness”

The second screencap says:

divorced dad mason: “how humble”

average roshuuto enjoyer: “where’s the”

divorced dad mason: “the”

president of divorce, normal scientist, metal husband, and jaison all repeat: “the”

the third screenshot:

average roshuuto enjoyer: “the” there’s a screencap of leo saying: “teru day 1 at starbucks: we are all commoners, we are all ordinary people, no person is more or less important than anyone else. teru day 5 at starbucks: im the only sapient person in this building” /END ID]

#yaoi hivemind #the nature of humanity is just that every so often mason accidentally put teru in retail again #mk draws #described

[renato-crepaldi]

Turquoise and green Waved Geldit marbled paper. Marbled with green, dark turquoise, aqua, metallic gold and metallic bronze, with color shifting metallic spots on top. Only 10 sheets available! Signed and dated. Base paper is black, 80 gsm, long grain. Sheet size is 66 x 94 cm (26" x 37").

A new batch of hand marbled papers is in the making. Release date will be next Sunday, October 1st. As always just 10 sheets of each design is available so save the date not to miss out!

Home | Renato Crepaldi Hand Marbled Papers (bigcartel.com)

#renato crepaldi #marbled paper #bookbinding #decorativepaper #handmade #pattern #marbling #surface design #bookmaking #interior design #papermarbling #papier marbré #papelmarmolado #carta marmorizzata

[imachaoticghost]

Athena "Karma" Hansies (COD x Marvel OC)

For anyone wondering, this is the oc that Karma was based on. This (other than the name) is all canon for Black Widow! reader/ Karma. This is not proof read.

Note that this is also my visualisation for the many drawings I'll do of her.

Warnings : mentions of abuse, scars, blood, death, child death, child exploitation, SA, child experimentation, suicide, SH,

Identity

Name: Hanah "Karma" Leiner, (previously Athena Hansies)

Age: 19 (MW I) 24(MW II)

Height: 170 cm

Aliases: Theseus, Athena, Karma, Child (by Ghost, Soap and Price), sweetheart (by Graves), (by Valeria)

Gender: Non specific/ fluid (AFAB)

Pronouns: She/They/Him

Date of birth : january 1st (given by the Red Room)

Nationality: Russian

Ethnicity: Unknown

Place of Birth: Moscow, Russia

Languages: Russian, English, French, Spanish, Arabic, Italian, Portuguese, German, Dutch,

Sexuality: queer

Occupation: Reaper (previously), Task Force 141

Description

Eye Color: Ice blue

Hair Color: Light brown, blood red

Haircut: Short wolf cut

Hair Type: loose waves

Eye shape: Almond

Eyebrows: Soft arch

Special Features: Scars along the left eyebrow corner and right lip corner, general little cuts along her limbs.

Piercings: Tongue piercing, Two ear rings and one ear chain (left ear), one ear ring and three metal beads (right ear)

Character moodboard:

Likes

Color(s): Black, red, green

Flower: Red rose

Animal: Snake

Aesthetic: grunge

Song: She used to be mine by Chloe Adams

Dislikes

Food: Anything slimy

People: Graves, The Red Room, governments

Personality

Humourous, sarcastic, mocking, sassy, : basically a gen z, don't mind her, she's trying to cope

empathetic/people reader : she'll know how you feel, whether you like it or not. She's been trained for it.

loyal, loving, overprotective : basically a lost puppy, she takes loyalty to the people she loves very seriously.

strategic, logical : she's a widow, she can't not be it. Also, her mind is just running every possible situation in her head to choose the best one, it's her training.

street smart : she had to fend for herself during a year and a half, how can she not?

cold : the poor girl is trying to protect herself, just give her time.

impulsive, reckless : she's had rules for too long, she feels the need to not care and break them. She most likely won't think of the consequences that it'll involve for her unless it hurts someone else

blood lusted, people pleaser : She's traumatized. Yes, that'll be my only explanation.

stubborn and argumentative : no, she is not wrong.

touch starved, emotionally deprived : again, she's traumatized.

Has a big problem with authority : Trauma? Also, she's just ✨chaos✨ 

can't take herself or anything to do with her seriously : she's coping, I swear

mimicking mechanism : she's been taught to fit in, so she copies what the people do

Amazing intuition : This girl ha a sixth sense I tell you. She'll know when something's off.

Yes, she has PTSD. (I'll do my best, I promise)

Skills

Fighting, shooting, sneaking, killing, flexibility and fitting everywhere because she's an Elite spy ( an : the more I'm writing this the less serious I get)

Weapons: Anything, but she does prefer precision rifles and blades

Trivia

Price gave her her callsign when he picked her up, realizing that she was driven by spite and chaos and that her morality was to give back what she receives. He promised to help her burn the Room to the ground.

She has slowly learnt to switch on and off from her reaper side thanks to Price and Gaz.

She swears, like a lot. If she's swearing in russian run for your life.

She has a snake tattoo all along her left arm.

She scratches her arms when anxious to keep herself aware.

She's buried deep in the abuse she has gotten from the Room and the people she's been loaned to. She often gets nightmares and anxiety attacks from her past trauma. But thanks to that she developed a dissociation technique.

She's worked in many dark places when she was too young.

She was loaned as a sex slave for a few months in an illegal club when she was young.

She was loaned to Valeria's organisation where V took care of her after a while there.

She lost her young sister to the program. She had to kill her herself because she didn't know how to follow orders.

She was the test subject for many modifications the Room brought to its widows

She was taught ballet and still dances to try and cope, bringing more artistic liberty to the traditional ballet she was taught.

She still fights to survive. Both against the room and herself, but Ghost now helps her once he first found her attempting to end herself.

Price is her dad, whether she wants it or not :)

#valeria garza x fem!reader #valeria x f! reader #platonic task force 141 #oc #crossover #wip #Karma Hansies #this isnt finished but oh well #how do tags work #task force 141 x oc

[queenofthedepths]

How your Venus placement influences your senses 🌹🍰 PART ONE

We all know Venus as the planet of love, but did you know that this planet also has a direct impact on our sensory preferences and what we find to be pleasurable and luxurious? Whether it's textures, colors, scents, sounds, or tastes, the sign and house of Venus can play a significant role in shaping our experience with the 5 senses.

Although this is primarily focused on Venus, you can also check for your Moon sign and Sun sign.

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Venus in Aries/1st House:

Colors: Bold, bright, vivid colors. Eye-catching and fiery colors. Intense reds and oranges. Colors that resonate with their passionate and assertive nature. Electric blue, hot pink, or vibrant yellow. Colors that create strong visual contrast or appear daring. Warm hues such as gold, salmon, terracotta, maroon or burgundy may also be appealing.

Textures: Rough fabrics, leather, or metallic surfaces. Textures that are stimulating and invigorating. Sleek metals such as stainless steel or polished chrome. Fabrics with raised patterns, such as jacquard or brocade. Embossed leather, mesh netting, or rib-knit patterns could not only add more visual interest but could add a more intriguing tactile sensation.

Scents: Citrusy, spicy, or woody fragrances with a hint of zest or warmth. Scents that wake you up or give you a boost of energy. Smells such as cinnamon, ginger and black pepper or lemon, orange and grapefruit. Scents with exotic or adventurous undertones jasmine, ylang-ylang, or sandalwood. Or invigorating, stimulating fragrances such as peppermint, eucalyptus, bergamot.

Sounds: Beats that are lively and energetic, such as rock, pop or electronic music. Music with a strong sense of rhythm that makes you want to move or dance. Upbeat hip-hop, afrobeat, latin music or reggae can tap into their love for dynamic and spirited sounds. Songs with bold lyrics, anthemic qualities, and passionate vocals. Nature sounds such as crashing waves, chirping birds, roaring thunderstorms, or crackling fire.

Tastes: Flavors that are bold and adventurous. Spicy, tangy or intense flavors that give you a kick or can really stimulate your palate. Dishes that are well-seasoned and flavored with chili peppers, hot sauces or fiery spices. Citrus fruits and lemon-infused dishes. Savory, robust tastes such as grilled steaks, spicy barbecue, umami-packed sauces, or dishes seasoned with herbs like rosemary, thyme, or cumin.

Visuals: Imagery that evokes a sense of action and adventure. Watching sports, dance performances, action movies, fashion runways or looking at visually striking artworks. Visuals that convey movement. Live concerts, action-packed video games, adventure novels and media that depicts strong, confident individuals. Paintings, comics and films about courageous heroes, inspiring leaders, or fierce warriors. Spaces that are modern, edgy, provocative or avant-garde.

Venus in Taurus/2nd House:

Colors: Rich, earthy, soothing colors. Hues that remind them of nature such as greens, browns and jewel tones such as emerald, sapphire, and amethyst. Colors that evoke a sense of luxury and wealth such as burgundy, gold, or royal purple. Neutrals such as ivory, cream, or taupe can also be appealing as they create a sense of elegance and sophistication.

Textures: Silk, velvet, and cashmere. Soft, luxurious fabrics that are comforting to the touch and evokes a sense of coziness. Suede and felted wool. Plush materials such as knitwear and faux fur. Smooth marble, polished wood, and ceramic pottery offer them a good balance between refinement and natural elements. Fabrics made from natural fibers such as cotton, hemp, or bamboo, which offer a soft and breathable feel against the skin.

Scents: Floral, earthy, or warm scents. Natural smells such as rose, freshly cut grass, jasmine and honeysuckle. Fragrances that bring a sense of tranquility and help connect them to nature or scents that evoke feelings of comfort and luxury. Sensual and inviting smells such as patchouli, amber or musk. Rich, decadent scents such as warm vanilla, cinnamon, cocoa or juicy scents such as ripe strawberries, luscious peach, or creamy coconut.

Sounds: Gentle, soothing melodies. The calming sounds of nature such as birds singing, rustling leaves, ocean waves, or rain falling. Music that provides a comforting ambience such as soft instrumental music, acoustic folk songs, or smooth jazz. Music that is serene and atmospheric. Amorous, sultry, sensual tunes such R&B ballads, bossa nova or classical slow-tempo romantic songs.

Tastes: Rich, decadent flavors. Foods that are sweet, creamy and evoke a sense of sensuality like caramel, honey, or desserts made with ripe and luscious fruits. Earthy or hearty flavors are also appealing such as roasted vegetables, grilled meats, flavorful stews or dishes seasoned with herbs like rosemary, thyme, sage or basil. Comfort foods such as mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, or creamy soups. Indulgent tastes like rich red wine and decadent chocolate.

Visuals: Images that are elegant, refined, and comforting. Natural landscapes such as lush green forests, blooming flowers, and serene mountains. Classical architecture, graceful artworks, and interiors that exude a sense of sophistication and timeless beauty. Floral arrangements and glamorous spaces. Media such as period dramas, romance movies, nature documentaries, artistic performances or cooking shows.

Venus in Gemini/3rd House:

Colors: Vibrant, lively and bold colors. Shades that are eye-catching and stimulate the senses such as sunny yellow, electric blue, or bright orange. Color combinations that contrast with each other such as complementary colors or black and white. May also enjoy multi-colored patterns or psychedelic hues.

Textures: Silk, chiffon, and organza. Fabrics that are light, airy and easy to move in. Sheer and feather-light materials. Textured surfaces that stimulate them such a raised patterns, embossed leather, or embroidery. Could also be drawn to smooth and glossy textures like satin or metal. Likely to enjoy mixing and matching, so they can get the best of both worlds.

Scents: Fresh, bright, clean scents. Citrus fragrances such as lemon, orange, or grapefruit. Light and airy floral scents like lavender, or rose. Clean linen, cotton or ocean breeze. Smells that evoke a sense of freshness and energy. Eucalyptus and peppermint. May also enjoy exotic or spicy scents such as cinnamon or cardamom. May be drawn to fragrances that blur the lines between masculine and feminine.

Sounds: Upbeat, energetic, and eclectic. Lively genres such as pop, rock, or electronic can appeal to them. Playful beats like hip-hop or swing music. Experimental sounds such as alternative, indie, or avant-garde music. Music with engaging lyrics, meaningful messages, or witty wordplay. Podcasts and audiobooks that provide stimulating information or storytelling. Social ambience such as busy coffee shops or bustling city streets.

Tastes: Versatile and adventurous flavors. Dishes with a diverse blend of seasonings or ones that incorporate exotic fruits and vegetables such as dragon fruit or lychee. They usually enjoy trying cuisine from all over the world and being exposed to new flavors. Fusion dishes the blend different cultures together. Flavors that are light, fresh and invigorating such as crisp salads with zesty dressings, citrus-infused dishes, or light and refreshing desserts

Visuals: Imagery that is vibrant, playful, and dynamic. Visuals that evoke a sense of whimsy and humor. Designs with intricate patterns, unexpected color combinations, or visual illusions that help stimulate the mind and evoke curiosity. Films that make you laugh, thought-provoking documentaries, and mystery dramas that leave you wondering what happens next. Multimedia artworks, graphics that convey movement, street or travel photography.

Venus in Cancer/4th House:

Colors: Soft, muted, pastel colors. Baby blue, pale pink, lavender, and mint green. Colors that evoke a sense of comfort such as soft brown or warm terracotta. Or colors the remind them of the moon and night sky such as black, white and silver. Antique whites, faded yellows, or sepia tones can evoke a sense of sentimental charm and evoke memories of the past.

Textures: Lace, cashmere, fleece and velvet. Fabrics that are delicate, soft and cozy. Smooth materials such as marble, satin or silk. Cozy knits and fluffy blankets that provide a sense of warmth and security. Fabrics like cotton, linen or bamboo can also help them feel comforted and grounded, as it offers a sense of connection to the natural world.

Scents: Homey, nurturing, aquatic scents. Fragrances like jasmine, rose, lily, or violet that evoke feelings of romance and tenderness. Sweet and warm aromas such as vanilla, honey, caramel or cinnamon and nutmeg can provide a sense of warmth and comfort. Fragrances that remind them of home and nurturing environments like freshly baked goods, clean sheets, or baby powder. And smells that remind them of the ocean or the sea breeze.

Sounds: Heartfelt, nostalgic, and sentimental. Music that stirs their emotions, that expresses deep feelings, vulnerability, or explores themes of love, home and childhood. Calming nature sounds like ocean waves, falling rain, or singing birds. Vocalists that convey warmth and comfort with soft-spoken words and soothing tones. Soulful music, folk or acoustic could be something they enjoy. As well as any vintage music.

Tastes: Home-cooked, traditional flavors. Comfort foods like mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, soups, stews, or warm baked goods. Flavors that remind them of their ancestral roots or helps them feel connected to their heritage. Foods with fresh and nurturing ingredients. Organic and locally sourced foods. Indulgent desserts such as pies, cakes and creamy puddings. Sweet and savory combinations such as maple-glazed bacon, pineapple pizza or salted caramel.

Visuals: Imagery that is inviting, serene, and nostalgic. Vintage photographs, retro fashion, or images that capture bygone eras. Comfortable, well-decorated spaces with warm lighting, plush textiles, and sentimental objects. Nature scenes that involve water such as tranquil beaches, lakes or gently flowing rivers. Images that have a dreamy, ethereal quality. Preferred media genres may include: fantasy, romance, historical, vintage, cartoons or family-oriented media.

#venus #astrology #venus signs #my post #venus and the senses #aries venus #taurus venus #gemini venus #cancer venus

[talltoontales]

- [Pandora's Box] -

PROMPT: A mundane and antiquated sub-agency in the US Government was the 1st to stumble across AGI. An internal investigation determined a press release unnecessary. Unaware of the power they control, 12 bureaucrats are assembled to determine the policy and implementation of their new tool.

PROMPT BY: No-Assistance1503 (Reddit)

STARTED WRITING: 03/26/2024

It’s an empty box room with no doors, windows, or vents. A large disk lowers from the ceiling, splitting into rings that create a dome above the floor. A cylinder then rises from the floor, and twelve boxes shift out from the cylinder, appearing like a table.

Pandora Network: SECURE

Eleven green bars of light begin to appear on the table’s surface as a faint wave of blue light emits from the ceiling rings.

Zeta-Blu: ONLINE Delta-Wit: ONLINE Gamma-Brn: ONLINE Lambda-Gry: ONLINE Theta-Ylw: ONLINE Kappa-Pur: ONLINE Psi-Grn: ONLINE Epsilon-Red: ONLINE Tau-Orn: ONLINE Omicron-Tel: ONLINE Iota-Pnk: ONLINE

Each name displays on the bars of lights as multiple colored orbs appear hovering over the boxes.

Translator: ONLINE. You may begin the discussion.

“Of course, Rho would be late to their own summons,” says Delta. “Disgraceful.”

“Hey, not every day we get to use this thing,” says Omicron. " And if it’s Rho calling, it’s gotta be something interesting?”

“Or another proposition for their ridiculous space military program,” says Iota. “We should be focused on fixing problems here, not antagonizing aliens.”

“Not all of us have great off-planet relations, Iota,” says Kappa. “Some must prepare for the day where we may have to protect our own kind.”

“Who’s fault is that?” asks Iota.

“God bless, not this again,” says Zeta. “I’ll vote to mute the both ya if you keep bringing this up!” A few of the other orbs speak up in agreement. Iota groans as their orb lowers closer to their seat.

Rho-Blk: ONLINE

A black orb appears over the last empty seat, breathing heavily.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry I’m late,” says Rho. “It’s been nonstop for a while, lost track of time.”

“About damn time,” says Delta. “Why did you summon us?” Rho takes a few deep breaths as the ticking sound of a keyboard plays through his orb. Holographic images of a statue of Shiva, Jesus Christ on the cross, and another statue of Caishen appear at the center of the table.

“You’ve got to be kiddin me,” groans Zeta.

“Over the years, each of our respective government organizations has found objects that resonate with faint traces of, quote, “Godly Essence.” Says Rho. With the press of a button, the Shiva statue turns into a cracked black bead, the cross into a rubber mallet with a wooden handle, and the Caishen statue into a new renminbi coin (Chinese currency). “These objects have been classified as “God Idols” and have been known to grant those who wield them with abilities related to said god.

“Yes, yes, we know all this!” Delta interrupts. “Can we finally move on to why you have called us?!”

“Just making sure we’re on the same page,” says Rho. “Not all of us are experts on all things godly. Speaking of which, Lambda, correct me if I’m wrong. God Idols can only be created from objects that have come in direct contact with gods, their power, or chosen offspring?”

“That is true,” says Lambda. “Their power may also be shared with anything bonded to the God Idol, as we discovered when my people encountered a truck with a Hoplite helmet branded with the mark of Hephaestus welded to the hood.”

“I heard about that,” says Epsilon. “The vehicle was nearly unstoppable.”

“The operative word being nearly,” says Lambda. “Every vehicle needs gas eventually. Apologies, Rho, you may continue.”

“Thanks,” says Rho. “So, can anyone tell me about this God Idol?” An image of a rod appears. It comprises several different metals with circular markings forming a ring around the center. Copies of the rod split off from the original, floating over to the other eleven orbs. The room is mostly silent, save for the quiet mumblings of people talking away from their monitors. Over time, one by one, each of the other orbs returns.

“Could it be an Eldrich or Dimensional God?” asks Theta.

“Impossible,” says Kappa. “The energy is too contained, too controlled. A combination of God Idols?”

“The energy’s too unique,” says Zeta, “and even if it were, God Idols rarely meld, let alone completely.”

“Possibly a New God?” asks Psi.

“Unlikely,” says Iota, “the gods are gossips. Between Lambda, Gamma, and I, we would have heard something long before a New God could create a God Idol.”

“What if a god didn’t create it?” asks Rho. “What if a man did?”

“Rho, while I appreciate you researching existential science,” says Lambda, “but that’s…impossible.”

“Is it?” asks Rho.

“Yes!” says Delta.

“What creates a god?” asks Rho. “An idea, raised by belief, given form by praise, creates a god. Someone desperately wants it to rain, so much so that they cry out to the sky for it to happen, and when it rains, they praise the sky. Thus, Anzar, the God of Rain, is born above Africa, Chaac for the Mayans, and good ole Zeus for the Greeks.”

“A bit oversimplified,” says Iota.

“But not wrong,” says Rho. “So, what if, instead of calling out above, I called out to…Delta. I put all of my faith into the idea that whatever hardship I faced, Delta would save me.”

“You’d be mad and run one of those cults with the poison juice bowl,” says Delta.

“Not if I was right,” says Rho. A holographic screen appears over the table, playing a video of an experiment. Inside a white room, five people are asleep on gurneys with helmets strapped to their heads. The helmets have a few devices on them, as well as empty tubes that connect to the ceiling. In the middle of the room is the God Idol sitting on a pedestal at the center of a ring on the floor.

A bald, pale man in a white jumpsuit walks to the God Idle. Once inside the ring, a glass tube rises from the floor containing the man. The man looks past the camera, nods, and grips the God Idle firmly with both hands. The helmets' devices activate, and a glowing blue liquid flows through the tubes from the ceiling into the helmets. The five subjects’ eyes open, pupils rolling into the back of their heads, their bodies convulsing as they repeat, “Lucas will save me!” frantically.

As the subjects chant faster, an unnatural wind enters the tube with Lucas, whipping around him like a tornado. Lucas struggles to hold onto the God Idol. His knees begin to buckle, and he jerks his body away from the idol at random. Small bolts of electricity begin to jump from the glass tube as the man screams. The subjects' noses begin to bleed, their speech becomes inaudible, and in a flash of light, the video cuts to static.

“The God Idol was found when an unnamed American Government Agency raided a lab, not a cult, a lab outside of Old Forge, New York, at around midnight three weeks ago,” says Rho. “When the men found the room where this footage was shot, they claimed that the room was so cold that they could feel it in their blood, that looking at the God Idol froze them in place. Sound familiar?”

“Death,” says Psi. “But why…”

“Because the idol did its job,” says Rho, “it saved them.” The video rewinds to just before the flash of light. The screen changes the display to a blue tint, showing five glowing white blurs going from each subject toward the God Idol.

“A soul flask?” says Iota, “like that of Pharaoh Anubis’ flail?”

“But all gods respect Death’s vessel and his reapers,” says Psi, “thus no soul should be able to defy Death’s grasp!”

“Unless a god willed it so,” said Delta, “That man wasn’t a god. He was a conduit, a vessel to transfer the Godly Essence from the subjects to the…”

“Artificial God Idol,” says Rho, “or AGI-Krypt, as we’ve been calling it. After thorough testing, we’ve found that the five souls trapped inside are bound completely to whoever wields the AGI. They can enter and leave bodies, communicate telepathically through the idol, and are unable to be taken by Death’s vessel or his reapers.”

“Dear God,” says Zeta. “What about the scientists? What was recovered from the laboratory.”

“Easy,” says Rho, “copies were sent while you looked over the AGI earlier.”

“We must destroy that…abomination!” yells Gamma.

“Whoa!” Rho interjects.

“I agree,” says Lambda, “to defy Death is to resign yourself to a fate even the Eldrich fear.”

“…But what is there to fear of a being that can grasp you?” asks Kappa.

“You cannot be serious?” says Iota. “Not even you would be mad enough to defy Death?!”

“No,” says Kappa, “but as we all know, Death tends to cast his rage as wide as it can reach, and many innocents will be taken in its pursuit of justice. This AGI could prevent unnecessary casualties.”

“This…is true,” says Psi.

“Psi, one such as yourself should know better than…” says Gamma.

“I do, but I am also one of a select few of us who still must pay off the debt my predecessors,” says Psi, “and this could help with that.”

“Besides,” says Epsilon, “Death’s probably already begun its crusade. All we can do now is mitigate the damage.”

“You think using the thing that’s pissing off Death just by existing will mitigate the damage?” asks Omicron, “are you outta ya mind?” The room breaks down into a pile of arguments, save for one member.

“ENOUGH!” yells Zeta. The room quickly falls silent. “I call for a vote. Whichever side wins, we will follow. However, if we do end up using the AGI, those against are allowed to recuse themselves either now or in the future. Are we in agreement?”

“…Aye…”

Voting Commencing…

. . . . . . Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story! If you have any comments, critiques, or criticisms, please don't be afraid to let me hear 'em (as long as they're constructive (or funny)). Stay safe, drink water, and be kind to yourself and others. ToonMan, AWAY!

#writing prompts #speculative fiction #man becomes their own god #at a cost #writing #creative writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writing blog #short story #short stories #I think sometimes we forget that if there are... #Gods #Aliens #monsters #if ALL of those things are true. #Then we as humans are REALLY small fish... #in a CRAZY BIG pond! #Don't mess with Death! It never ends well for ANYONE!

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🗡️Writeblr Battle Royale!💥

Super glad I to got to work with @quisyop on this battle scene between my oc Blair (from Crater City) and their oc Io (from Orbit of Thieves)! Thanks @writeblrbattleroyale for hosting this event! Really enjoyed it and yall should Really check out the other opponents' fights :'D

Without further ado, welcome to the violence and gore of the battle between Blair vs Io! 🎉⚔️

POV: 1st person, Blair

Warning: mentions of blood and gore

...

I woke up with a splitting headache that would put jackhammers to shame. I must have had a massive hangover.... Except, I found myself in a place I had never been before. 

Somewhere vast but enclosed. Somewhere bright but also dark. Somewhere starch but gruesome. Reminded me of the dentist’s. It sent shivers down my spine. 

Maybe I really had blacked out drunk. I was in some sort of stadium like I’d seen in an old gladiator movie. Man, do I really gotta fight a lion?

Someone overhead was speaking, interrupting my thoughts, but I couldn't make out all the words due to its intense reverb. Looks like someone needs to get their speakers checked. I would have offered to take a look at them with no extra charge, except I didn’t take this whole killing-game-thing too lightly.

"Welcome to the battle my...contestants. Welcome to....bloodshed. I am M, your humble game master. In front of me are our contenders....The only way out is either killing your opponent or dying. These two are a...interesting duo! I just can’t wait for the show!" 

Soon, "Livin' la Vida Loca" by Ricky Martin began playing in the overhead speakers. Well, at least they have good music taste.

I wonder what M stands for. Maybe their name is so embarrassing that they only want to be known by a single letter. Or maybe if you utter their name you'll get cursed. Or die. Or summon Satan! Gah, focus on the task at hand, Blair, your life is at stake! 

I saw Elijah in the stands among a sea of blank faces. I waved back, but he didn't seem so enthused. He yelled something at me but I couldn’t really make it out too well.

M announced my name and the name of my opponent. I couldn't exactly hear what their name was or see what they looked like so far away (about 50 feet, more or less), so I decided to go and ask them.

Surely they don't take that ego-inflated asshat M that seriously. Battle to the death? Come on, I have better things to spend my time on. Like running from authorities. 

"Hey, dude!" I waved at the figure in the distance that seemed unmoving. 

As I approached him, I began to piece together a better picture: this guy was much taller than me. He had a dark complexion, gray hair, and a serious vibe. And he was wearing formal attire. Why didn't anyone tell me this was a formal event? I looked down. Yep, I was still in my t-shirt and cargo shorts. How terribly underdressed!

There was no response from the man, even though we were six feet apart at this point. 

"Hi, so–" I kept my hands visible. 

Then he performed one of those roundhouse kicks and made me fall on my ass! My croc flew up in the air. I grabbed it before it hit the ground, then proceeded to bat his face as he attempted to strangle me. 

"Io knocks Blair down and strangles him!" The speakers blare. 

"What is wrong with you? Are you irradiated or something?" I gasped, struggling to get back on my feet.

"Stay still!" He clocked my jaw with the hilt of his gun, then placed his hands around my neck, "I said, stay still!"

"Why are you so mean?" I spit out a tooth. Metallic fluids filled in the gap. 

I wedged my hands between his grip on my neck, pulling him down for a kick in the chest. This didn't seem to slow him down because he lunged at me again. I dodged in an effort to slash his arm with my balisong. But he was too slippery! I couldn't even grace the hairs on his body!

"Wait, you can't kill me! I don't even know your name!" I called, wiggling around him. I clawed at his face to unsteady his aim.

Then a gunshot sounded. 

I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. Blood soaked through my shirt. Something must have grazed my shoulder…? Well, at least it blends in, I reasoned.

Oh, shit. Wait, he really does have a gun, doesn’t he?

"Hey, what was that for, man?" I beat him with my croc, the jagged jibbitz drawing blood on his cheek. I peeled back a small chunk of his eye with the edge of a heart charm. 

"You bastard, get that shoe–" He took my croc and tossed it across the stadium "–outta my face!"

"Hey, you owe me 60 credits for that!”

Then he aimed a gun at my face. 

Rude. 

“And you owe me your life. Goodbye, Blair." He sneered, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. 

Oh, I don’t like it when they sneer. 

With record speed, I swung open my balisong. A few tricks ought to knock his ego down a few pegs! I decided to perform a classic: the old Van Gogh trick. A toss of the knife up in the air to be snatched next to my ear. 

But before the knife could slip comfortably into the crook of my neck, a bullet ricocheted off the blade midair and right into some guy’s head in the audience. His head exploded like a piñata, showering those behind him in red. The crowd cheered. Well, except the dead guy. 

My knife clattered to the ground.

“Io’s bullet ricochets off of Blair’s blade!” M announced. 

Oh, so that’s what his name is. And what was with the old-timey ammo? Didn't everyone use electric weapons these days? Well, at least he’s human and not a droid. Right? I'm at least 80% sure he's human. 

“How did you…?" Io narrowed his eyes, shifting his weight. I wasn't sure how I pulled off that stunt either, but I wasn't gonna tell him that. "Doesn't matter," he positioned his aim. The ground pulsed dramatic shades, syncing to the beat of the song. It was like some sick and twisted dance battle to the death.

Click. 

Click. Click. Click.

The sweet sound of an empty gun. 

"Uh-oh! Seems Io has run out of ammo!" M inserted himself. The crowd gasped.

"Shit!” He rubbed his temple. 

My eyes caught the large crates in the distance behind Io, who fumbled with his gun for a moment. They were probably chock-full of that precious old-school ammo. 

But Io didn't take his eyes off of me. In fact, he raised a brow at me. But just before he could follow my gaze, I pulled a fast one. I grabbed my knife.

It spun swiftly around my finger, flicking upward in a triple somersault. But gravity wasn't on my side, since it launched the first two joints from my left pinkie at Io's face. 

Well, you win some, you lose some. 

"What the–did you just throw your finger at me?"

"And Blair uses a secret family technique: confuse-your-opponent-by-slinging-a-severed-finger-at-them!" M announced as the crowd oohed and ahhed.

The look on Io's face was horrifying. Truly a look of pure bloodlust. He wiped the severed finger off with the back of his hand as if it were a chip crumb. My finger lay on the ground in a small pool of red, all alone. 

"Uh, oh."

I booked it to the large, wooden crates, which sat on the other side of the stadium. I had to get there before he did, or else I’d turn into Piñata Man. Thankfully my years of running from the law finally paid off. Suddenly I was the poster boy for the Presidential Challenge, and no one could stop me! 

"Come over here, you slippery bastard!" Io swung his gun at my head as he got closer and closer. He was definitely a fast one. 

"Yeah, for you to turn me into swiss cheese? Everyone knows string cheese solos!" I called into the wind. Whether or not he heard what I said was out of my control. I had a pile of crates waiting for me to guard!

Along the curved wall of the stadium were ads for movies I had never heard of before: Chess vs Brooke, Mary vs Ametrine, Herschel vs Jackson… Then I saw our reflections bounce off the reflective gaps in between each poster. Io ran with the speed and grace of a gazelle before being attacked by prey. Except I was the poor excuse of a bush that he was chasing after. 

"And Io and Blair are racing to the crates! Who will get there first?" The speakers announced. "It was about time they noticed. I thought the materials were going to go to waste…"

Io finally threw his gun at my head, but missed due to my tendency to run in a zigzagging motion. 

From the sidelines, Elijah cheered me on, a stained paper bag in hand: "You better not die, Blair!" 

"Not in the plans!" I shouted back. 

I was about as nimble as a baby hippo, but used this feature to my advantage–suddenly stopping, dropping, and rolling to catch Io by surprise–causing him to trip. I rolled back, putting all my weight on his spine, planting his face on the ground. Quickly, I pinned one arm with my knee and one right arm with my hand. 

"You don't know what you're doing, Blair!" He wriggled like a worm in a petri dish. Probably because the ground tasted like ass. I held the blade of my balisong to his neck. 

Io seemed confused at my special fighting techniques I picked up from the city streets because he mentioned something about my freakish skills and complete lack of self-regard. I shrugged it off; it was just a couple of flesh wounds. The pain was just now setting in, though, so I was getting a bit antsy.

"In a shocking turn of events, Blair has Io pinned!" M sounded as if he were smiling. At least someone got a kick out of our pain. "Will this be Io's last few moments?"

"Get off of me!" Io wriggled more viciously. 

"Listen, I really don't want to kill you," I pressed the blade into his skin. "But your attitude is telling me to reconsider." 

"I don't need your pity." He spat on my croc. "Eat shit."

This felt…too easy.

But I couldn't just release him. No, this man was even more unpredictable than me. I couldn't take any chances. 

It wasn't like I enjoyed any of this. Just yesterday I took Elijah to his favorite restaurant after news of a new lead. Info on the guy who tried to kill him for his debt that one night. I'd get to avenge Elijah, finally. I was so close. We were so close.

Is this what my life has come to? Fighting violence with more violence? Am I really as heartless and impulsive as they tell me?

It’s not supposed to end this way.

I dug the blade deep into Io's neck with a sickening squelch, watching the blood pool around his head in the shape of a halo. Reflecting back was the blank stare of a cold-blooded killer. I pressed harder into the wound my hands had inflicted.

My blood–no, Io’s blood–sputtered on the arm that pinned him down. My eyes were unmoving. They did not look away until the pressure of the liquid calmed. 

There was not a single twitch. No retort. No fighting back.

Maybe there really is no other way to save things. I am doomed to repeat these violent tendencies.

"It seems Blair has delivered the final blow! What a conclusive ending to such a speedy battle!" M's voice echoed in stereo, the audience absolutely losing their minds. 

I don't think I like this anymore…Does this make me a monster? I was just doing what I had to do to survive. What does Elijah think of it all? My thoughts spun faster and faster. 

I turned to the crowd, but his face was nowhere to be seen. Had I just imagined it? Was he ever there to begin with? 

I looked down at Io's lifeless body. Nothing had changed. He was still dead, and my hands were still connected to the weapon.

The crowd cheered my name. My name. The name of a murderer. 

I released the balisong from my grip. Io's sticky blood coated each finger like a coat of cheap paint, the same way kids play with red paint when pretending to be a vampire. But I wasn't a kid, this was real life. I wasn’t a vampire, but a murderer. 

“Congratulations, Blair, you have made it to the second round!” M roared, the crowd continuing to chant my name. The stadium lit up in an array of bright colors, and confetti poured down from the invisible ceiling. Cannons and fireworks went off, making me jump. Their popping sounded similar to that of a gun firing. 

I buried my face in my hands. They smelled of metal. They stained my lips. I saw red through my fingers as I tilted my head up to the source of M's voice. 

What has he done to me? 

No.

Why did I let him get to me?

...

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[bethetry]

For me, nobody legalizing drugs and distributing them fair

U.S. + (UNKNOWLINGLY AND UNPAID TO MENTION THIS 1st comment”) U.N. (Due to the Great Depression involving genuine traumatic experiences left absolutely unstable since prior the 1900’s, causing Marilyn Monroe (MARILEN Manson duplicate who roughly just as hard) for personal right of privacy

Causing dementia to occur since 19050’s roughly

Causing other DSM Disorders

Especially and exclusively due to all diagnosable DSM DISORDERS, violence, sexual assault, (enforced through the Dead god and strategically, public adultery included to pornhub, wanna try xxnx,, redxxx etc due to also not being cautious about ID checks and blackmailing)

Also removing and or as hating vocal cords of a variety of the. Star Wars universe, Steven UNIVERSE, BRONINATION, Family guys)

And breaking, blacking DISNEY (despite all ways they tried to suit to kids including being adolescents themselves to earn enough money to smoke or drink water without being grounded, in certain cases) due to parents failing to understand why one is either cruel or attempting child/beastality porn-

This OCCURRED THREE TIMES AS IF IT WAS ANOTHER WAVE OF THE FLU OR ECEN SIKOOIFIED CANCER

FROM THE US MILITARY

DUE TO ROBBING THE SEVEN MEN I KNOW PERSONALLY

THEN THE SEVEN WOMEN I KNOW PERSONALLY

THEN DECIDE TO DO WALL STREET (BULLSHIT STOCKS PRIOR TRADES INCLUDING QUITE RECENTLY)

Mikaela Phillip Nicole Pahn

Or leading to a mass dissociative integration project with DR NANNCY

MIKAELA FRUID CARL JUNG FOR WAKING UP IN MY BODY AND LEAVING A BOOK, the red book, underneath my body when I simply had a hard time healing god’s traumatic history

All without necessary medication (OxyContin 30 mg-for mental health a

Allowing drug testing until the nose of the dead simply rotted off for sneezing incorrectly, also Assume 1% of sexual assault/rape due to the silenced board staff, even if they’re simply slapped on the ass, and ANY MISUNDERSTANDING THAT ANXIETY, the shy LAUGH, had been able to be misunderstood!!! Or ignored through well I don’t care so fine, I’ll do it, including if it happened to be enforcement through hallucinations/real kidnapped abused sex trafficking, including the cages the families were seperated in.

Lots of archived personal familial discussions @solver tsr.com. Generalized website, authors of roulette due to having to cover entirety of of hidden

It’s the reason why Marylyn Monroe VS

Military DRAFT PROPAGANDA AND STILL DUPLICITY (like random clock fields and clocks being on the IQ TEST) and silencing conscious thoughts by killing their duplications with or through deleting the consciousness, or using a very known AREA 51 experiment of the disappearing and appearing Vietnam island only after public UNITED STATES EDUCATION STARTED)

Imp style of what’s nonconsent or what’s a debit wanna be credit

Werebabies cry of where are the soldiers, officers, doctors, teachers, computer science factories, and ANY AND EVERYONE OTHER FACTORY) ESPECIALLY GREEN TOKYAI VS THE CHINESE/shady OF OCEA OR ANY OTHER ENFORCEMENT THAT MADE PEOPLE HAVE AN ANXIETY ATTACK FOR SITTING OR USING THEIR CELL PHONE, that failed to addressed , paid leave for up to 6 months due to emergencies especially due to the failure of

MK Ultra of the LSD VS IGAY/abused vs not abusive to be considered verbal/physical/sexual abuse due to nonconsent of I just cuddle.

Any judgemental possible is included with included in how verbal trauma can be equal to a disappearing lock or if a pet opened a door using their snot when it was absolutely knocked. Vs is that a drug literally meaning anytime a parent joined in.

Or just was one.

Due to metal that genuinely disappeared.

And anytime god de-used to drive on lsd and on the highway

Only to be gossiped!

Vs

MK TURK

MK ULTRA OF THE GREAT RESET BRO ANTI STOCKS OF I’m SUCH A TOTALLYYYYY LEGIT INVESTOR VS(it’s sarcasm for bullshit wannabe remarks of serial or curious)

Mark 1 of potentional argument is the eye roll of is big Brother from the United Stated, or are they

The Hitler (or known to be WWI-WWI-2) - meaning literally anyone else who supported another leader,

Am I pretty or do I have that rare unique feature tying with any way a male had been bold enough to decline sex too, or blacked out during any party, any sleepover, and even on a television show INCLUDED, ESPECIALLY IT THEY WENT TO COLLAGE—-any collage being hey, want a bill? Even through ANY TAX COLLECTIONS UNION, or any other way someone felt like they lost memory, went out of control, felt crazy due to disassortments of was it because I wanted to stay to eat/do the pre-planned thing or was it because of nonconsent suddenly appearing grey (I just got out of an X)

2023

#SoundCloud

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#1st black metal wave #Master Quorthon

[speed-metal-punk]

I remember a while ago you reblogged an all black 1st wave black metal band but I can't remember what their name was

Do you happen to remember by any chance

Ooo that was probably Mystifier! Great black metal out of Brazil. There is another one from somewhere in Africa I can't remember the name of which might also be who you're talking about. @a-darkness-like-mine is much better at this, anything come to mind?

#ask ask ask

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[therazgar]

Albums I’ve Gone and Done Listened to This 1st Week of Feb-a-rarry

Plug - Drum and Bass for Papa (1996)

Is there any more drum and bass that takes samples from old B-movies and old B-movie scores (or at least sounds like it does)? I feel like this album tapped into a niche that hasn’t had enough tapping into done to it. If you’re reading this, please direct me to more of that if you have it.

On a similar note, jazzstep is a thing that doesn’t seem to be talked about as much either among d’n’b subgenres, and I swear to God, the fact that electro swing was the jazz/electronic-dance crossover that ended up thriving more than jazzstep should be all the evidence you need that there’s no true justice in this world.

The Jesus Lizard - Liar (1992)

It’s tough for me to say if this album is any more or less good than Goat. @kanadiangeese​ and I agree that this band is one consistent bunch, and what a sublime fucking band to have that level of consistency. I do feel way more confident, however, saying that “Gladiator” might be at least in the top 3 standalone songs the Lizard ever made. At least.

God Is My Co-Pilot - Speed Yr Trip (1992)

I must admit, music of this style made into this kind of structure isn’t the easiest thing to make memorable and tell-apart-able, even within a half-hour timespan. But this attempt is still way above average in that regard. Whacked out no wave? With John motherfucking Zorn and horny lesbians? I mean, I don’t consider this album an all-out masterpiece, but the music community should spend every night of their lives flagellating themselves for not having let this band go anywhere further than they have. I probably would never have heard anyone let out even a whisper about their existence if it weren’t for Zorn’s inclusion on this particular album. *sigh*

Kaya - Life•Is•Trivial (2018)

I don’t know if you have a Tumblr, or what it is if you do, but to whoever recommended this on the Discord server I visit every now and again, thank you so much, this is wonderful, wonderful grind! (sorry for not remembering your name rn!)

The only real anecdote I really have to share about this particular album is that when I looked it up on RYM and saw that it had the descriptor “female vocals”, I kind of had the fullest revelation about how, well, dumb the “male/female/androgynous” thing really is over there. I mean, if there’s any genre that has absolutely proven how little of a difference the vocalist’s gender really makes in how they sound, it’s fucking grindcore. And seeing how this is a one-off project from 5 years ago with members that seem to have disclosed no information about themselves that at least I could find, I really struggle to see how whoever added that descriptor can be so sure whether the vocalist is a girl. Fuck outta here with that. I’m not here to identify myself to you, I’m here to grind your sorry ass to Hank Hill levels of flatness, now sit there and take it, motherfucker!

Immortal - Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism (1992)

The music video for “Call of the Wintermoon” is kind of all that was needed to cement this band’s place in the top 3 of black metal for me. The shit everyone around them was doing was ridiculous enough, I’m so glad there was at least one group of fucking Tolkien ultra-nerds that just embraced that; instead of acting so high and mighty and trying to “prove” your “evilness” with cold-blooded murder and white supremacy, why don’t you just know your place, run around in your backyard with a wizard hat, write some bad-ass riffs and shut the hell up? Now get your butt to bed, Bjørn, you have school tomorrow!

Thomas Leer & Robert Rental - The Bridge (1979) (relisten)

I guess it’s because the darker and more atmospheric moments stuck with me more the first time, but the comparisons I heard to later UK synthpop acts like Depeche Mode and the Human League kind of surprised me. The second time around, though, yeah, I can totally hear it. Maybe it’s a sign that I probably haven’t been respecting those types of acts over the years as much as I should, but I digress. If you want to hear what the genesis of the collective British effort to put more emphasis on the pop in synthpop could be, you could do a lot worse than finding this rather brooding, but still delightful collection of minimal melancholic melodies, of both the song-like and ambient varieties. Through Throbbing Gristle’s label, no less!

Some moments on the B-side are stronger than others, but “Six A. M.” in particular seems to trigger the same part of my brain as Autechre’s “Silverside”, and if I may put it directly, if you come anywhere close to activating those particular neurons in my brain, I want to kiss you with tongue.

Mulatu Astatke - Éthiopiques, Vol. 4: Ethio Jazz & Musique Instrumentale (1969-1974)

I discovered this guy through a vendor at one of the record stores I visit giving me another compilation of his, which was a bit more varied, but also a bit more hit-and-miss. This one’s way stronger on the “hit” side.

There’s cool jazz, as in “relaxing” cool, but this is cool jazz, as in “protagonist of a blaxploitation movie” cool, and that's just one of the many, many kinds of cool that this man's music radiates at once. Seriously, if I'm not compelling you to drop what you're doing and listen to this album right the fuck now, you don’t deserve this post.

Einstürzende Neubauten - Zeichnungen des Patienten O. T. (1983) (relisten)

I would say that the first 3 Neubauten albums all have their own strengths and weaknesses where no single one invalidates the other. Kollaps is there if you want to listen to the most accurate answer to the question “What kind of album would someone make from the ruins of a city post-apocalypse?” Uncompromising experimentation that may leave you somewhat confused, but rarely bored and uninterested. Halber Mensch has the best all-out songs on it, with none of their utterly manic energy compromised, but it’s also the point where they started to leave the rawness of the production behind. Zeichnungen may be seen as a good in-between of the two, but as far as atmosphere is concerned, I’d say it beats the other two out. This album is the best at taking you on a journey, one of paralyzing paranoia and endless fire (seriously, the burning won’t stop). Sound like fun? Well, good, because it does not take much knowledge of German to let most of this come through to you. Believe me, I only know manchmal.

Anyway, yes. Atmosphere. While Kollaps excelled in its more loud and clattering moments, its slower and quieter moments are kind of so-so, whereas in Zeichnungen, they’re some of the better moments in the whole album... Oh, who am I kidding, the whole thing’s exceptional.

Seriously, to anyone going further into industrial that’s been told to listen to Halber Mensch, you’re being lead onto the right track for sure, but you’d be seriously missing out if you didn’t give the two before it a spin as well. The trio, in my opinion, serves to paint the complete picture, that illustrates why the Neubautens are not only one of the greats of industrial music, but maybe one of the most important bands of the last half a century. Long stürz the Neubauten ein!

Skullflower - Form Destroyer (1989)

Whereas a lot of sludge metal feels like adding some of the qualities of early Swans’ industrial dirge rock into classic doomy heavy metal, this is kind of the other way around, where a bunch of underground industrial/power electronics musicians fused elements of classic metal (although, of the more psychedelic variety) into the dirge rock.

And... I mean, this does have its moments, don’t get me wrong, but all around, ugh... With all the praise I’ve seen this band get from people whose tastes seemed to align with mine, I’m really having a hard time truly getting into this as much as I hoped I would have.

On paper, they sound fucking awesome! Slow and heavy rock jams with feedback up the goddamn wazoo? Come to fuckin’ Razzy! Their visual style kicks ass too! Before I looked closer and found out that the cover above was just a negative of someone’s mouth, I thought it was some fucked up parasitic cell under a microscope or something!

But in reality, I feel their stuff may be a bit too monotonous for me. Either that, or the production may be a bit too hazy and lo-fi even for my fucking tastes. I’m not sure, but overall, I came out of this with my memory of most of it being fuzzier than the guitars they play, I’m afraid.

I’m not ready to dismiss Skullflower entirely. Maybe repeat listens might make them open up to me more, and even now, it’s not like I dislike this music. It’s just that as of now, they’ve proven to not quite be all they were hyped up to be.

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