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x--daughters-of-darkness--x · 2 months

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THE PRETTY RECKLESS: And So It Went

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#taylor momsen #the pretty reckless #and so it went #dod gifs #TM gifs #metal ladies #rock ladies #metal bands #rock bands #rock music #metal music #musicgifs #metalgifs #rockgifs

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black-arcana · 8 months

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Metal Ladies 📸©Jeremy Saffer

#maria brink #in this moment #alissa white-gluz #arch enemy #nita strauss #lzzy hale #halestorm #cristina scabbia #lacuna coil #simone simons #epica #lilith czar #ash costello #new years day #lena scissorhands #infected rain #molly rennick #living dead girl #metal ladies

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hauntedwhispers · 9 months

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IN THIS MOMENT ✧ The Purge

#in this moment #maria brink #godmode #the purge #ITM gifs #my artwork #metal bands #metal music #metal ladies

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a-silent-symphony · 1 year

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♕ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, to the Nightwish Valkyrie Queen, FLOOR JANSEN ♕

#floor jansen #Nightwish #2023 birthdays #Floor gifs #NW gifs #HUMAN. :II: NATURE.#Noise #metal ladies #metal music

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spilladabalia · 8 months

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Cool lady (if not the coolest)

(source: Metal Infernum on facebook)

#cool lady #metal ladies #metalhead #extreme metal #black metal #photographer unlisted #model uncredited

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dark-hearted-faerie · 4 months

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#within temptation #metal ladies #Spotify

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womenofmetal · 9 months

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Did you miss this past Thursday's Women of Metal Presents Metal Ladies with Taryn Nichole Carpenter from Lilith Rising? Perhaps you'd like to listen again, well here's your chance.

Taryn picked out all the music that will be aired on the show. Including Storms Within, EvilLeaf, Eden on Fire, Oh! You Pretty Things, and Blackbriar and of course we played a couple tracks from Lilith Rising!

#female fronted metal #women of metal #alternative metal #metal queens #metal ladies #Spotify

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bet-on-me-13 · 2 months

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Ghost Cores are Dionesium

So! I while ago, I saw a Post about Danny and the Court of Owls, and one suggestion in the comments basically said, "What if Dionesium, the stuff they use to bring back the dead, is just Ghost Cores?"

And that got me thinking. Lazarus Pits are just Dionesium Infused Water, so how would they be created if Dionesium is a Ghosts Core? Well they way I see it, Lazarus Pits can only be formed in 2 Ways.

The first way is for a large number of Ghosts to be Ended at the same time, with their shattered Cores piling up and dissolving into Water.

The other way, if for an Ancient to Die. The Ancients are practically God's, and as such their Cores are immense in Power. When an Ancient dies, and their Core is left to dissolve in the Human Realm, it forms a Lazarus Pit in the exact same way it would take hundreds of normal Cores to do so.

Where am I going with this?

Well, isn't there a Giant Lazarus Pit under Gotham? The Batcave even has one, doesn't it?

The reason Gotham is so cursed isn't because Lady Gotham likes to collect Curses, or because her Ectoplasm is corrupted, it's because she isn't there to stop them anymore.

Lady Gotham is Dead.

Her Core sank deep into the Earth, forming a Lazarus Pit under the entire City, but thankfully far away from her People. She died, and only the fact that she is a Conceptual spirit saved a piece of her Consciousness. She represents a City, she can only fully be killed if the entire City is leveled. That doesn't mean she is still alive however, just that the barest sliver of her mind is hanging on by a Thread.

This is how Gotham possessed Batman that one time, it was her base instincts saving one of her precious children.

If you want her to be a little more cognizant, maybe she is just severely Injured? Her Core is cracked to the edge of shattering and she desperately needs help.

She she calls out to whoever could save her, and a certain Ghost Boy hears her cry for help?

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Lady Gotham #Lady Gotham is Dead #Dionesium is made of Ghost Cores #Ghost Cores are made of Dionesium #Lady Gotham died and her Core formed the Lazarus Pit under Gotham City #I wonder how the League's Pit was formed? Was it a Dead Ancient or a large number of Ended Ghosts?#Either way they died Mad #That's where Pit Madness came from #What would the Court of Owls do when they find out that there is an entire Species that is made of that Immortality Metal they want so much #Maybe a story for another Prompt?#Also #Lady Gotham had been like this for a while #But it's only gotten as bad as it is now recently #Everybody in the city can feel that something is off #They don't know why #But the older generations know that it's been getting worse for years now and it's finally reaching a head #Like the climax of a story decades in the making is about to unfold #But they have no idea what that means to them #Thoughts?

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foldingfittedsheets · 2 months

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My mom has this awful friend, Cynthia. My loathing goes deep enough that I’m not even going to change her name. If she ever finds this she knows what she did.

On multiple occasions my mom asked this horrible irresponsible chicken brained woman to watch after our animals while we were away. I don’t know why once wasn’t enough, because the first failure was so spectacular that anyone in their right mind would know she couldn’t be trusted with any level of responsibility or direction following.

You might be thinking to yourself, FFS, this level of antipathy is surely unwarranted! But you’d be wrong.

To set the scene, we were living in downstairs of our house when I was about fifteen. My mom has always wanted more animals than can reasonably be kept indoors which is how we ended up with three cats. When she wanted to kick them all outside I protested, and so all three cats lived in my bedroom with no access to the rest of the house.

That really wasn’t great, so in an attempt to give them options we made a window cutout with a cat door in it to give them access to the outdoors. Looking back on this as an environmentally conscious adult it’s wretched, cats should be indoor only, but at the time I was desperate to give them some freedom because one bedroom is too small for three cats.

So my parents and I went on a week long trip to visit family out of state. We told Cynthia to come feed and water the cats, and to scoop the litter box. Most importantly, don’t lock the handle of the door, because we only have the key to the deadbolt.

I’m sure you can see where this is going.

Cynthia locked us out. We arrived home after 12 hours on the road, desperate for the comfort of our own beds. We were met with an unyielding door. With a sigh I volunteered, “I can punch in the cat door and climb in the window.”

I slipped behind the bamboo outside my window and pushed in the cutout. A horrible insidious reek wafted out at me. I paused, prickling with foreboding. But I had a job to do, and by god I’d see it through. I hefted myself up into the window and my hand immediately landed in something wet.

Skin crawling, I pulled myself up and surveyed the darkened room as a miserable odor of decay and suffering poured out of the room around me. I could see dark shapes littering the carpet and it didn’t take a genius to guess that the cats had taken up hunting in a big way during my absence.

I pulled my hand out of the pile of vomit it had landed in and dropped into my onetime bedroom turned now into a hellpit of decomposing wretchedness. I turned on the light. I wished I had not turned on the light.

My eyes scanned across the floor, tallying as they went. Two dead birds, a dead baby rabbit, five dead mice, and one dead snake. I paused on my alarm clock, perplexed to see a stain of white on it. I stepped closer and saw a furtive movement.

The tally suddenly contained also: one live bird that had shit in several places, probably in pure terror to find itself trapped in a room littered with decomposing woodland creatures, which honestly, fair. I coaxed it out the window and finished the survey with five discrete piles of vomit.

I unlocked the door and let my parents in. They exclaimed in disgust at the horrible smell. We stood together in my doorway floored by the magnitude of neglect. The unscooped litter box was a subtle footnote in the tangible reek my living space. I disposed of the parade of ecological disaster, cleaned vomit, and scooped the box after a brutally long day on the road. The cats were fine, and happy to see me. They had a huge dish or food and water so Cynthia’s neglect at least hadn’t harmed them.

Then I slept on the couch while my bedroom aired out, the windows flung wide to dispel the uneasy ghosts of the hunted. I spent the whole night cursing Cynthia’s name for this evil she’d visited upon me. When my mom asked her, "Cynthia, didn't you see the dead animals?"

Cynthia responded, "Yes, they smelled so bad, I just ran in and out as fast as I could." I fully don't believe she did any caretaking, and I'm personally of the opinion that she locked herself out on the first day and never came back.

The next day my room had returned to a habitable level of smellscape and I gratefully crawled into my bed that night. I stretched out and froze as my foot brushed something cold and wet?

The final indignity: one last dead snake, inside my very sheets.

Fucking Cynthia.

#ramblies #story #ffs foibles #keep your cats inside #but also looking back like why didn't I change my sheets #I did not have good bed hygiene instilled in me from my parents #later that lady would go on to leave a huge metal dish of dog food in the middle of the yard #despite the fact that we told her over and over not to feed the dog because he was on a diet #and I knew not to trust her so my friend was coming twice a day to feed him his portioned out meals #he gained like ten pounds in the week we were gone eating rained on mushy dog food #that fucking woman was a menace

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rattlebear25 · 2 months

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