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duhragonball · 12 days

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Neon Genesis Evangelion 20

Last time, Evangelion Unit 01 ran out of power in the middle of a battle, but that's okay because it came to life and ate the Angel it was a fighting. So NERV has taken it back to base and trussed it up with bandages and some kind of "cage" to restrain it while they figure out what to do with her. Oh, right, the Evangelion is a girl. We just found that out.

God forbid a woman do anything.

The crappy old man council doesn't like any of this at all, but they're crappy old men, so they can't do anything but whine about it. They're like "we never should have put Gendo Ikari in charge of NERV." "But he's the only one qualified to do the work." "Well we should have put a bell around his neck." "There was a bell, but it didn't ring." "That's stupid, what good is a bell if it doesn't ring?" "Well, we need to put a better bell on his neck next time." Just the most asinine dialogue ever written.

What happened to Shinji? Well, they never could eject his plug from Unit 01, and when they finally get a look inside, it turns out he's not even there. His plugsuit is floating around in the LCL fluid, but there's no sign of his body. Ritsuko theorizes that his physical body is still in there, but it's been dissolved into something akin to "primordial soup". As for his mind, it must still exist as well, inside the Eva's consciousness.

Misato asks, for the umpteenth time, what the hell the Eva even is. It's clearly not a giant robot, or an Angel, or anything remotely resembling human technology. So what are they, that one of them could do something like this? Where did they come from? Ritsuko gives a bunch of non-answers and riddles, so Misato slaps her. I like Ritsuko, but yeah, she kind of deserves this. If you don't want to tell Misato, that's one thing, but don't jerk her around with poetry when she just wants to know what this thing is that you're supposed to be an expert on.

I mean, the only characters who seem to truly understand the Evas are Gendo Ikari and Ritsuko, and that might be it. If Ritsuko can't explain what an Eva is, then what business does anyone have even trying to use them?

Ritsuko does have a plan to recover Shinji, but I'm not even going to try to explain how it works. It's based on a procedure her mother came up with ten years ago. I guess something similar happened at NERV back then, but Ritsuko says it didn't work that time. As it stands, it takes Ritsuko about a month to set it up this time, and she still has no idea if it will do any good.

Basically, if they can access the Eva in some way, they might be able to coax Shinji's mind into separating from the Eva's, and then the Eva might be so gracious as to reassemble his body from the chemicals in the LCL fluid.

But it seems to fail, not because the procedure isn't working, but because it seems like Shinji doesn't want to return.

This is probably because, from Shinji's perspective, he's in communion with the Eva, and he's having a nutty vision involving imagery and voices from his memories. There's a lot of stuff in this, but I'd say the culmination of it all is when the Eva takes the form of Misato, Asuka, and Rei, and offers to combine with Shinji.

Then the plug ejects, and Shinji's suit spills out along with all the LCL fluid. Misato thinks that's it, and he must be lost forever...

But then Shinji's nude body tumbles out beside her, so apparently the whole thing worked after all, despite Ritsuko's readings to the contrary.

Before he emerges, he has a somewhat more lucid vision of himself realizing he's inside the Eva, and the Eva informs him that he's piloted the Eva, and he just got done piloting the Eva, and that he will do so again. Okey-dokey.

Misato goes to have sex with Kaji after it's all over, and she asks him what he knows about NERV and Gendo Ikari's goals, but the answers are things he either doesn't know himself or can't explain just yet. Then they have sex off-screen, for an uncomfortable amount of time. She tells him not to put strange things in there and I really don't think I want to know what that means. Then he gives her something, and she puts a capsule on the counter next to her drink.

Kaji calls this a gift, perhaps the last one he'll ever be able to give. I don't know what the hell they're talking about.

Now I've pretty much zipped right past all of Shinji's visions while he was inside the Eva, but to be honest, most of it is lost on me. He talks about how he wants people to like him and be nice to him, and he feel like the only reason people treat him well these days is because he pilots the Eva, but we kind of already understood that.

He also mentions that he thinks his father deserted him because he found a surrogate child in the form of Rei Ayanami. I'm not sure if that's actually true, although there is a flashback(?) to Gendo telling Shinji's mother that he'll name their unborn baby Shinji or Rei, depending on whether it's a boy or a girl.

So maybe Rei is Shinji's sister? Or Gendo had another child that he named Rei? Or Gendo made Rei in his lab and gave her that name? Or Gendo just happened to meet Rei and they got along well and she just so happens to have the name he would have given to his daughter if he ever had one?

I'm not going to waste a lot of time trying to figure this stuff out. There's six more episodes and I have a feeling the important stuff will get a full explanation in due time.

#neon genesis evangelion #2024ngeliveblog #shinji ikari #misato katsuragi #ritsuko akagi

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terrence-silver · 1 year

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sentence stater for “cockwarming is such a pretty concept.” 💓

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Sure, Terry Silver could spin some bullshit narrative.

How it unlocks the sacral Chakra.

How slipping inside of you and staying like that was as good of a tantric practice as any pursuit of maintaining the wellness of the body and its immaculate condition, and you'd buy into it, because he'd have you buying into it, undoubtedly, with little purple prose and trying on his part --- maybe he could bring up the myth concerning the idea of humans once having four legs and four arms before jealous gods ripped them into twin beings forever searching for one another and how it is an innate, natural need to be one, always --- a call to a more ancient, advanced and primal self, sex and combat often man's way of connecting old separations. Intricate rituals. Hell, maybe Terry could actually believe that one himself for all intents and purposes, not that he was ever keen on believing nonsense. He was good at stories and their weaving. Fantastic at them. He was more than aware of that. And cockwarming was such a pretty concept, yes. He supposes he wanted you to know what he desired, head on, without any tricks and games for once; tangled in a mess of limbs, like the primordial man of legend, on a great big California King sized bed, post-coital after a couple of rounds of training, Terry says it, outright, an order more than a request. -"I want to be inside of you."- There's no blinking. There hasn't been blinking for a good half an hour or so. He feels like a snake in heat on the hunting prowl. -"At all times."- He was just inside of you. Not even five minutes ago. Was it enough? Will it ever be enough?

He found that he was envious.

Whenever you weren't stuffed full of him one way or another.

Existing, without him inside of you. That wasn't right.

And so, Terry makes much needed corrections as he lays with you, sweat sparkling gold red on the ribbon of sunlight spilling through the colossal master bedroom windows, falling on two naked bodies as he strokes himself ready, sprawled out on his side facing you, not entirely hard and not entirely flaccid, reaching a perfect balance, having you watch him do it as he held class with his fingers, up close and personal, slick and shiny and nestles himself into a place that was warm and receptive and well-trained and all his, having just been fucked, still dripping his cum. Adjusted for him, through immeasurable sessions, until you take him and you're impaled on him as you should be, clicking into his cock and the rest of his frame in a cacophony of small sighs and moans as you stretch and submit, wiggling into place, your slick, soft hole amazing for him. He smiles into the sensation of burning fullness, embracing you whole, imagining what it would be like to simply live like this. Yeah, maybe old Zeus or whoever had to screw man all up back in the days. If they were quite literally one, maybe they just spent all their time fucking and doing nothing else. Where was the productivity of enterprise in that? Now there was a thought that tickles Terry. -"Singular entities."- He purrs into your ear, pleased, once you're finally close enough where he can smell your breath on his face and sense the salt on your skin. -"You're me."- His robot.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #smut #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #tw; cockwarming #tw; allusions to mythology

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medusolo · 5 months

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its super under construction right now but im making a blog for my ocs and my writing!!!! i have personal projects like convergence, a sci-fi story about the various powers and evils of love and robots coming together to stop a primordial threat to the universe from finishing what it started. i also have my personal workings on a group project ive been doing with my friends for about five years now! that story is about a dysfunctional team of c-tier heroes trying to survive under a cyberdystopic hell.

lots of robot/robot, robot/human, and human/human. largely sapphic, all queer <3

#im going to make a directory and like posts. EVENTUALLY!!!#TRUST

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scarletooyoroi · 7 months

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So about this 'Original sin' of Fontaine, I've been delving into my thoughts and lore bits and I may have an idea.

More deets below the cut!

I believe that the hints have been in front of since the start, with the prophecy and all. The primordial sea in itself being the key.

In short? Throughout Fontaine's history, not just humankind, but it's gods, everything that hailed from here found itself creating a bond with it. This could be the same issue that stirred the anger of the Whale that hailed from those seas as well. The fact that so many beings here are imbued with Pneuma and Ousia isn't a natural phenomenon.

Yet, through genetics did this power manage to be carried on, alongside of the curse of actually dissolving into water. I'd like to dip into a few things that would shed light on this, first being this excerpt from Rene's Investigation Journal.

As we've come to learn, the Vourukasha Oasis happens to be the deathbed of the previous Hydro Archon Egeria. This would be details that these researchers would've of had any knowledge of, yet, the fact they can go by their genetic makeup to discern this should be lent a pivotal eye of attention. Divine or humanity, it still persists.

So that brings the question of where would this even originate? For that we'd have to actually look at the old experiments of Fontaine's old God-King Remus. In order to pursue the everlasting, he came up with some... ideas.

+ From the 'Sublimation of Pure Sacred Dewdrop'

+ From the 'Essence of Pure Sacred Dewdrop'

So with these two elements in mind, in order to connect part of what Remus's plan was to turn his subjects into an immortal race during his 'Golden Symphony' or conquest of 'Barbarians' aka subjugating all who didn't abide by his ways of establishing order.

In this excerpt we get better confirmation as at some part of these experiments yielding success, this is from Enigmatic page IV from the Book of Revelations.

Then here's another excerpt of how humanity might've ended up with underneath Remus's reign, these are taken from the golden troupe set.

To me, this gives the impression of where Fontaine's robotics may have also originated too.

While the golems may inevitably be the new bodies they'd inhabit, before that, humankind itself beforehand was transformed in a way through these methods such as the golden song, thus leading to a lot of the current abilities and issues in the present day. Due to having this unique connection to the primordial sea.

This very clash of Hydro and the Sea being successfully fused in ways it never should be.

tl;dr: Fontainians being some hybrid existence to the primordial sea. (When humans in Teyvat are ALIENS to begin with) has led to a hell of a time. This in turn through their melting, has melded the primordial sea to the once pure waters of Fontaine.

And likely may be the reason for 'One Unhappy whale boi.'

#| OOC Musings #Just stockpiling my thoughts and connections here #Mannn am I looking forward to more

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themetalvirus · 2 years

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Reading through your egghog tag makes me think of jinx fron arcane where i dont know if u have seen if but she was a kid when her sister was captured and thrown to jail but she thought she died right after fighting cus she accidentally killed all her family and anyways i cant keeo picturing sonic in such a state of mind that is SO broken and doesnt know what to do, his brothers have left him and all he has is his dad so he get back to them by destroying what little things he had that remind him of them, and denying they were even close and eggman just being the most unsuportive father ever like BAVFVAH this is such an i teresting concept i love it

ive never seen arcane so i have no idea what it's about, but the rest of this ask is pretty much spot on!

sonic being reminded of the absence of people he thought loved and trusted him unconditionally is too painful for him to bear. so one night he goes into their rooms and destroys everything he can to try and get rid of some of that anguish. but all it does is make him more lonely.

shadow and silver didn't really know just how much their presence kept sonic sane until they left and witnessed how he changed. eggman is pretty much always busy, so sonic only has robots and his brothers' metal counterparts to interact with, and it REALLY starts to fuck with his head. he spends way too much time alone and it just makes his resentment grow and morph into something almost primordial. the absence in his heart grows.

i should explain the details of shadow and silver's world shattering realizations that their dad lies to get what he wants. they were essentially trained from birth to think that their dad was the only example of Real Truth and Genius so shattering that perception is A. extremely difficult to achieve and B. absolutely devastating when it does happen. so how they end up there and how they deal with it after is pretty interesting i think

anyway yeah. sonic carries a lot of grief after his brothers wise up and it only pushes him further into the depths of Eggman Hell

#exoticbutterstxt #the egghogs #ty for this ask i genuinely really love hearing that others are enjoying my ideas ;__;#it means so much to me you have no idea #tysm...................................

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jackdoe · 2 years

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Ok, i actually love the depiction of the Lord of Hells in EXU: Calamity. Very classical Biblical Devil, "I hate that God loves humanity more then Perfect Me, So now I will devote my life to torchering them for existing!" Combined with a great performance by Brennan. Hes menesing, deranged, and charismatic all in one, A+ character work.

That being said, (and if you've been paying attention I probably sound like a broken record here), At some point we have to address the Elementals.

The Betrayers are certainly not good guys in this situation, they very much seem to be motivated by their own selfishness, but I don't think it's out of line to say the Primordials were kind of Justified in their campaign against the Gods. The Prime Deities came to Exandria and started Terraforming it, now from what Asmodeus said, they did so with the blessing of the Primordials, he is howevera big liar so who's to say what is the truth here, my interpretation is that he was using the Truth to manipulate, in that I dont think he actually cares about the Primordials, he just uses their story to make himself look like a hero but I digress. The gods then over extended on their contract when the they gave mortals the ability to use Magic.

Now we don't really know what the Elementals relationship to magical energies are but from this context it seems like it's a fundamental resource to their existence that the Gods started siphoning away to give to their creations. And then when the Primordials began a campaign to take back their home and resources, they were smacked down, incarcerated, or out right killed.

And if you think this story sounds familiar, you're where I am now.

And I understand the mentally of "The Gods were just defending mortal life." I get it. I am a mortal life and I would be very bias against an Entitie who wishes to destroy me, I would value my own existence over something that's very nature is alien to my own, but this is D&D, where anyone and anything has the right to Personhood and Existance, no matter how alien they may appear, including but not limited to Robots, Slimes, Demons, Giant Bugs, Psychic Squid People, and sometimes even Sentient Sandwiches that float around using a Mage Hand.

At some point I hope that Critical Role does give these beings the Dignity and Nuance they deserve. To do anything less would be a waste.

#Critical role #Critrole #exu: calamity #exandria unlimited #exandria lore

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frostybearpaws · 1 year

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screaming into the void again…

because being in more than one fandom is both the best thing in the world and absolute hell. My poor little brain hyperfixates on one little microscopic part of a fandom and then stray thoughts form others invade and lead to this.

bare with me here.

you have transformers: we love talking, sentient robots (that turn to various dodads) with some ambiguous morals committing war crimes against each other and occasionally humanity as well.

and then you have Star Wars: we loves humans and humanoids that are space wizards. We humans and humanoids that are not space wizards. Everyone is also committing war crimes against each other.

now put them together.

Several months ago this post came into my feed (I have no idea where it is, who created, but if someone could find it I would love that) where the long and the short of it can be summarized as “what if Coruscant is actually Cybertron that got colonized by a bunch of humans?”

again.

Obviously this summary cuts out many intricate details, but I thought it was a very clever and neat idea. And it got my gears turning.

Star Wars and Transformers could actually go really well together. Not just because they take place in space and the characters are participating in civil wars.

Here’s an example: Robophobia

Star Wars droids are treated like second class citizens. Despite showing capacity for both emotions and desires, my case: Artoo going to that droid massage parlor in an episode of the Clone Wars and 3PO constantly exhibiting crippling anxiety are still kept in servitude via periodically erasing the memories of past experiences. The IDW comics sees many races hating cybertronians because of the destruction their race’s several million year war has brought to their homes, and this are not welcome in many organic establishment and have to go as holoforms.

this could a very interesting dynamic. Droid are not seen as legitimate beings (regardless of their capacity to show sentience) cybertronians on the other hand are technically biological beings despite their metal shells. In transformers: prime Starscream explains to Silas and the rest of MECH that cybertronian body parts are not technology but biology and need energon (the lifeblood of cybertronians) to work. And shows this by cutting his arm and letting energon seep into the parts MECH had collected and Frankensteined together and voila! they worked.

to recap: you have a world where any thing made of metal is considered lesser, suddenly they’re exposed to a race of metal aliens that are at least 20 feet tall and easily 100 times their mass, that get offended if they’re called “droid” and implied that they are supposed to do shit for them.

This could shake up dynamics, maybe droids see this and want the same respect, maybe they don’t care. But cybertronians will change what it means to be alive, the races in the Star Wars universe are all organic, they are all born in some way. Cybertronians? They come out of the ground in at least 2 continuities (prime, the well, IDW literally come out of the ground, they dug up) in earthspark they come out out primordial soup. Regardless of the method it’s rarely organic (the closest thing is budding).

so you have a metal thing that is alive. Which brings me to my second example: Metal!

cybertronians are made of metal! (Living metal, I digress) and there are plenty of fictional metals in Star Wars, but I want to focus on one in particular: Beskar! The metal used to make Mandalorian armor. It is strong enough to not cut when exposed to a light saber (or blaster shots), which is a blade of plasma.

different transformers continuities have shown time and time again that cybertronians are actually really hard to kill. IDW 2 Ratch outright says when he is looking over the body of Rubble, Bumblebees mentee, after he is killed by Six Shot. And in the same story a young cybertronian (I can’t remember her name forgive me) get a a clear shot to the head, through her visor and out the back. But she survives, is horribly traumatized by the experience, but is alive. This creates concerning implications for the weapons used during the civil war. They are specifically made for killing another cybertronian and are capable of taking down a warrior very quickly.

the weapons used by the each respective franchise look visually that different from each other, which leads me to believe that they work the same way but one is obviously more powerful. How does this lead back to Beskar. The Mandalorian shows us that, if powerful enough, something could cut Beskar. When Din Djarin is fighting Moff Gideon, he’s using the Beskar spear given to him by Ahsoka. When it clashes with the Dark Saber, it starts to heat up, implying that the Dark Saber is actually more powerful than even a regular Light Saber.

now returning to the original concept, the wepons used by rebels, storms troopers, and bounty hunters are significantly less powerful than weapons used by Cybertronians. If they were to use their weapons against them, they likely would absorb the shot similarly to Beskar and receive not damage.

how does this circle back to Beskar? Well the old republic before the empire is stated in the prologue of the novelized version of A New Hope written by Ryder Windham, it is stated that the republic kid 25,000 years old. The war between Autobots and Decepticons was 4 million. I don’t have to do the math to tell you that 25,000 is a mere fraction of 4 million. And it is plenty of time for Mandalore to be an early battle field where thousands of Autobots and Decepticons lost their lives and were Barrie’s under layers and layers of sediment only to be rediscovered in the mines, harvested, and melted down in Beskar alloy.

Yes! There it is folks! What if Mandalorians are wearing the melted down corpses of dead cybertronians?

I’m not done.

this next part less of rambling about two things until they make sense and more of talking about a plot point in a fic that I never finished while I’m ranting about these two, because why not?

the clone war was a deadly and ultimately pointless conflict. In some continuities of transformers the civil war much the same. In led them back to square one, only now they’re stuck on a dead world. In this particular story, the cybertronian conflict has already ended, and they’re not too eager to enter another. However they are forced into one, and they are cranky about it.

energon has a lot of energy, hence the name. And to the republic, desperate to end the war quickly, this is a very attractive resource. They would take it and be amazed by its capabilities. It makes their shops go ZOOM, it increases firepower! Suddenly they’re winning, the war looks hopeful. All is good, great even, until the Cybertronians realize they have rats, and go get their shit back. Will fight them? Will they join them? Who knows never got that far. Maybe I’ll come back to it.

Anyway, I’ve beaten this point into the ground, you get it, I don’t know how many even made it this far into my rambling XD

I’ve been typing this out for 45 minutes. if you have anything to add please do

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seriously though, if hasbro can make published crossovers such as Star Trak, Terminator, Avengers, Power Rangers, and My Little Pony; Star Wars is not the weirdest thing to mix in.

#I had brain worm and as the plague dictates you shall have them too #maccadam #Star Wars #transformers #I’ve had this in my head for months #It needed to come out

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bubbleblower · 2 years

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Humans were stupid, It decided kicking at the dusty remains of a buick. But then that was the same conclusion others like It had come to a hundred years ago before eradicating them. They were gone now too, of course. Having seen the damage humans had done to this planet they jettisoned off in search of "greener pastures" long before It had come online. It still didn't quite understand how that had happened. With no humans or other robots to flip Its switch, there had been seemingly no explanation for It's sudden sentience. Its gears whirred as Its ocular cameras adjusted to take in the ruins of the small town. It had been traveling for some time now, looking for some sort of purpose. Some prime directive missing from It's programming that would indicate what it's function was to be. It had covered most of the continent referred to as North America, reading books, watching films, and searching. It thought It might be close though, to finding It's purpose. For It had found a pattern. It found in every place of learning, and in many personal households, a story. It took many forms, books in many languages, films, even recordings of verbal orations. The tale appeared to be a memoire of the beginning of Humans most frequently referred to as the Holy Bible. It found Itself reading the passages again, and again. Each time a new connection was made, and the story made more sense. But, It reiterated, humans were stupid. And this God had obviously not realized this when He created them. It was easy for It to pinpoint just where in their construction and subsequently where in the Bible God had gotten things wrong. For instance in the creation of Adam and Eve by creating one of another He had created an imbalance between the genders that appeared to have plagued the species throughout their existence. And the climate-based evolution of melanin in their skin. Animals, It had read, were mistrustful of those they saw as outside of their pack. And what were humans but slightly sophisticated animals? Besides evolutionarily speaking a high average melanin level is what they were headed towards anyway so starting them that way would be giving them a head start. It had started creating Its own rules to be followed as well. All encouraging unity and the seeking of knowledge. It had decided that Hell, should be a literal place rather than a concept. After much research It was still deciding between Los Angeles and New Jersey for the location. But It had time. For now It was headed to Nevada, to the defunct military base Area 51 where It would have the tools to begin re-building the Humans. The process would take time, and It wanted to get started before continuing to destroy the evidence of these previous societies, lest they negatively influence It's plans. But once the Earth had returned to it's primordial state... That's when It's fun would begin.

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shikai-the-storyteller · 5 days

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I finally watched the Transformers One trailer and was startled by the voices, the buddy cop-esque feel to it, and the fact that the target audience age is clearly significantly lower than I expected, but Bayverse bent over backwards trying to be as ~serious~ and boring and edgy as possible for 50 movies in a row, so you know what? I welcome the silliness with open-arms.

(Also I DID scream when the Quintessons showed up because HOLY CRAP—)

#i talk #primordial robot hell #*gripping my hands in prayer* please for the love of god don't make a weird Elita Optimus (er. I guess Orion) romance #please don't force a weird romance between them I swear to GOD #But aside from that I'll keep an open mind!#Even from watching the trailer once it was clear how many references and easter eggs were in it for long-time fans #it seems like it was made with love so I'll keep an open mind #plus I embrace silliness on the live screen #Transformers has for too long been portrayed in cinemas as an ~edgy cis hashtag America dudebro~ thing #so regardless of how good it is (and I do hope it'll be good) it's a breath of fresh air #Anyways by the summer I anticipate being back in full robot blogging mode lmao

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djarinsbeskar · 3 years

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Dorne - Boxer!Din AU

A/N: I have no excuses. This is for @asta-lily who claimed she wouldn't know peace until she had this after our many 7some chats so... enjoy??? Consider this a taster of such, since I've never written something like it eheh. Idk if this will be part of the main AU, I just needed to get it out of my head. Really making use of that relaxed fit model, guys. No edits/beta, stream of thought ramblings that I'm just clicking post on. Check out The Prince of Dorne, a modern!Oberyn fic set in the same universe as the boxer!

Word Count: 1.2k

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Warnings: SMUT! MFF oral sex (male receiving).

Main Masterlist | Boxer Materlist

He felt like a king.

No, even a king worshipped something, money, power, connections.

He felt like a god.

“Fuck—”

Din groaned lowly, his head falling against the plush back of the luxurious chesterfield sofa that decorated one of the private back rooms at Dorne, a casino owned by his most generous and hands on sponsor. Dual heat from two wet tongues lapped indulgently along his cock, soaking him in saliva as small noises of pleasure were mixed with the wet sounds of kissing when tongues met over his leaking tip.

Whiskey eyes, darkened to obsidian under the low lights opened enough to watch you. Pink tongue dragging between painted lips up along the swollen shaft while your eyes – sunlight beneath clouded lust – met his mischievously.

Fucking hell. You were a damned siren. His lips parted on a strained exhale as you curled your tongue beneath the head, the raven haired beauty you had seduced earlier in the evening circling her tongue furtively around the fat head.

You broke the hold you held over him with your eyes when you turned to the woman on her knees beside you. Abby – Ally? – he couldn’t remember her name. You kissed her slowly, every movement of your tongue into her mouth catching the tip of his cock that wept in pearly beads of desperate need.

One of your hands – skilled and strong from the hours you spent a day working with them – stroked him, the wet lash of your palm along his thick girth as your guest ran her hands down your neck—wet tongue disappearing into your molten mouth he was suddenly ravenous to feel on his own. She worshipped your body gently, all soft caresses and delicate grazes of slim fingers, the complete opposite to his own form of worship; devouring, consuming, defiling you with his desire. She worshipped you like one would at a temple, an altar. He worshipped you like a primal sacrifice to ancient, wrathful gods.

You released his cock just long enough to take one of hers from where she was exploring your body, wrapping her fingers back around the base of his cock to continue stroking while her other hand worked on pushing the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders. Din twitched at the sound of your mewl when the woman’s hand found the soft swell of a breast, kneading it hard as your kiss grew sloppy.

You broke it with a gasp, turning to lap at his head, dragging the tip of your tongue to gather his precum, the single contact a frisson of electricity across open water—all his nerves heightened to the combination of pleasure from both your mouths as Abby – Ally? – latched her lips to his shaft, kissing up and down it feverishly as she jerked her hand up the length.

“Fuck, baby—so good,” he moaned, the heavy crease between his brow furrowing further as the tendons in his neck strained – humming – with the tension he held in his muscles. You hummed around his tip, licking it like a damned lollipop you couldn’t get enough of before sucking the head with a dexterous swirl of your tongue.

Your dress pooled lower, just enough for the lace of the lingerie you had worn – his favourite – to be seen peeking out from the collapsed neckline. It slid down further when you turned to caress the back of your guest’s hair, raven locks passing through your fingers when she parted swollen lips from his shaft to kiss you again. But you shook your head.

“Open,” you purred.

Fucking hell, you were so hot—the way your free hand gripped her jaw in a delicate hold to encourage her lips to part, a languid kiss to her cheek—her mouth opening obediently for you to lead her down so she could engulf his sensitive head. Her eyes fluttered, your lips parted—guiding her down further, taking more of him. It was a hedonistic vision. You, guiding her head up and down on his cock – strings of saliva and drool dribbling from her lips and his cock while you murmured soft praise.

He moaned.

You mewled with a kiss to his navel at the sound—a sliver of toned muscle and tawny skin exposed from where you had unbuttoned his shirt in a rush earlier.

A flare of intoxicating arousal, a primordial pride at seeing you with another woman to pleasure him—no combative jealousy or distain present, but an equally wild desire to pleasure one another that had his mind spinning.

“Are you enjoying your birthday, baby?” you questioned as you led the woman’s head down to take in more of him, his cock stretching her lips and throat convulsing as she gagged around his size. You cooed gently, kissing her temple, and running a finger through the tears that gathered at the corner of her eyes—ruining her makeup,

“I know he’s so big… you can take a little more though, can’t you?”

She nodded with a moan, bobbing up and down his cock while he gravelled your name, his hand dropping to card through once perfectly styled hair as you sucked one of his balls – heavy and full with a need to empty inside you – into your mouth, the gentle suck and massage of your tongue over the sensitive sac making him pant, his chest heaving more than it would be even after three rounds in the ring.

“Come here, sweetheart— fuck," he snarled, a warning steel to his voice and the hand that tightened in your hair. He wanted to taste you himself, needed it—needed to regain some control.

You released his balls with a wet smack, climbing up his large frame as he bade to settle half on top of him as your mouth met his. His tongue licked into your mouth with a growl, your fingers massaging his balls in place of your mouth where it was preoccupied with the invasion of his tongue. The taste of champagne and a distinct saltiness mixed on his tongue as you gave into his domination, whimpering your desire for him into his mouth as you released him to tangle both hands in his hair.

“Good choice, baby—she’s almost as greedy for my cock as you are.”

His words were rasped teasingly against your lips, caught on a hitch when she took as much of him down her throat once more—his heavy lids falling to half mast as you watched the pleasure play out on his features,

“Almost,” you growled, and he smirked at the undercurrent of possessiveness in your tone, “but I wanna see if she’s as greedy for pussy too, baby—”

His chest exploded with a snarl of lust, pressing a hard kiss to your mouth, a blind hand roaming down your exposed back to the fabric of your dress, bunching his fingers in the material to drag it up over your ass. A swift slap to your exposed cheek before he kneaded the flesh roughly, spreading it—manipulating the softness to his will, and he grinned,

“Mm, you’re just full of good ideas today, sweetheart.”

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“End of Evangelion” and the tempting nature of oblivion

(TW: Suicide, Self-harm, Pain, Depression, Mental Health, Death)

“End of Evangelion” is a perplexing movie to say the least.

Not that the original classic anime “Neon Genesis Evangelion” series ends on exactly the most conclusive note itself, but “End” takes everything that transpired in the series and literally destroys it.

The films ends with Earth experiencing the long foreshadowed Third Impact and all of the planet returning to the primordial “soup,” as fans call it, with its main protagonist Shinji Ikari and comrade Asuka Langley Soryu as the only remaining humans left. A pseudo, twisted rebeginning of Adam and Eve’s Genesis.

The film is fairly divisive among the fans to say the least. Some fans consider it a masterpiece for its nihilistic tone and mind-bending illustrations of body horror and others despised it for being too dark and confusing with no clear explanation of anything that happened in the film’s events. Hell, even the movie’s fans have a difficult time explaining what exactly happens in the narrative.

I was somewhat in the middle with it after I watched it the first time not super long ago. It was certainly abstract, and I like plenty of stories that don’t make it easy for me to understand. The animation is definitely the franchise’s best and I enjoyed the character moments between Shinji, Asuka, and Misato. But it was also, as stated before, dreadfully confusing and still to this day hard to makes heads or tails out of with its plot.

But, as with more than a few movies I have revisited this year, 2020 helped me contextualize one aspect I think the story is concretely trying to get across.

(We’ll save discussion of “Rebuild” for another day...)

At my lowest points not long ago, I had this frequent vision that would crawl across my mind.

I imagined being up in the clouds on a beautiful sunny day, but I wasn’t floating or flying. I was plummeting, falling like a bird without wings at a speed that would definitely kill me once I got to the ground. But I never imagined actually hitting the Earth like a meat-bagged, human sized asteroid. I only ever imagined the falling part. The wind reaching a terminal velocity and the air rushing past my body and you know what look I had on my face?

Happiness.

I was confused a bit by why I kept imagining this moribund fall into oblivion over and over again. I wasn’t suicidal, though I certainly have had thoughts of self-harm plenty of times before and general detachment from life. But why the fuck was I so happy? I’m about to die after all!

What I have come to realize in recent years, as I’ve developed a better understanding of my mental health and what makes me tick, it wasn’t that I wanted to die so much as I wanted the freedom that comes moments before it. The feeling of finally letting go and letting fate/gravity do the rest.

Years of my life failing at various aspects of societal expectations and career obligations from not being able to get the girls I wanted to date so badly, relationships ending poorly, not quite applying myself the way I should’ve in college, and working a plethora of unfulfilling jobs since graduation made me yearn for that release. Just that feeling of saying “fuck it all” and giving in to the void.

I wanted to stop feeling out of control. The way the world is structured often feels like you are on a wild, rapid river flowing in one very stark direction but you desperately want to go the other way. You keep fighting and fighting it and realize after a while you are just swimming in place, you tire out and either float where the river wants you to go or you drown. I wanted neither of those things, I just wanted control and unfortunately part of life is accepting that a very large percentage of it is beyond your power to alter.

2020 made this feeling starkly apparent once again as we were hit with a once in a lifetime global pandemic that has killed 2.21 million people and counting. As common people struggle to find ways to handle the loss of loved ones and the fallout from economic instability those tasked with protecting us have more or less ignored the cries of needy. Hell, they’re fucking miffed that we would even have the audacity to ask for $2000 of our own fucking tax dollars to put a band-aid on the situation. Combine this with an extremely volatile two-party system and late stage capitalism, we are about as out of control as ever in terms of how much we actually can course correct our destinies in a period like this.

It is why so many irony-pilled millennials and gen z-ers are posting dank memes about meteors colliding with the earth over the course of the year. We’ve lived through two recessions, two forever wars, and now a pandemic in our lifetimes while paying off our crippling debt with slave wages and yet boomers still wonder why we are near universally depressed as a generation.

(Seriously, everybody needs a fucking therapist right now...and also to dismantle the fucking system that’s making us depressed!)

This is what I feel is the real heart of “End of Evangelion.” The movie is a lot of things, obviously, but, after the events of this year and looking back on the more depressing parts of my life, I feel this film is about the tempting nature of oblivion. Giving up when things are clearly beyond your control so you can get that sweet but twisted, fleeting sense of freedom from it all.

Director Hideaki Anno didn’t feel too entirely different about the state of life when he made this series and certainly by the time he made “End” he was in a very dark place.

So, quick history lesson, “Neon Genesis Evangelion” debuted in 1994 and quickly became a classic among fans of anime and the giant mech vs monster genre. Critics loved it for its exploration of mental health and depression and of course plenty enjoyed the hell out of it for its giant monster/robot escapism as well. Fast forward to the conclusion of the series, critics and fans especially are far more polarized. I won’t try to explain exactly what happens in the ending and frankly I don’t think anyone can, but that confusion led to quite a bit of outcry by the fans.

Hideaki Anno, the series’ director, received tons of hate mail and death threats following the series conclusion. The fans hated how abstract it was, how it had an undecisive ending and chose to dive into the mind of Shinji instead of conclusively describing the events of the Third Impact with plenty going as far as to say he had “ruined” his own series for them. This made him unfortunately quite depressed himself over the ending he felt creatively fairly content with.

(I think it should be clear who Shinji is mostly likely a stand-in for in this anime...)

The fan reaction was toxic to say the least and all too familiar for many creatives who didn’t adequately satisfy the insatiable vapid needs of their fandom. Anno did not take this well to put it lightly. A man who was known as a delinquent in high school and expelled from the Osaka University of Arts much earlier in his life, and dealt plenty with his own bouts of depression, Anno had plenty of his own demons to sort out and quite clearly wanted to explore that mental state in “Neon Genesis Evangelion.”

I’ll be honest and say that I myself was not fond of the ending either when I watched it the first time as a freshman in college, and even went as far as to describe it as everything that was wrong with anime to friends in the years that followed for a while. I felt it was confusing and “fake deep,” existential for no reason other than because it just wanted to and people were “dumb” if they liked it.

When I rewatched it again as a much older adult when it came on Netflix last year, I found it much more fascinating and interesting. A sort of abstract introspective into the mind of a troubled teenager, who I had written off many years prior as a “whiny baby.” Though I wouldn’t say I completely understand it still, I get it much more now and I think it has a lot to say about depression and mental health.

Unfortunately, most fans did not have that reaction back then and as a result Anno made his true conclusion “End of Evangelion” as a response to that negativity.

(You’re welcome, nerds.)

As mentioned before, “End of Evangelion” is an extremely nihilistic film that seems to one up each dark moment as you traverse its spiraling narrative. It’s a film where things never get better. If you go into it blind expecting that big last minute heroic save the day moment, it’s always teased and never comes. Things just end very badly for everyone. Nobody gets a “happy ending.”

While the ending to the original series is strange for sure, it does end on a light note that can be interpreted in a number of different ways but ultimately positive. With the way fans reacted to it Anno decided to write a big “fuck you” to them by, in many ways, smashing his toys so no one could play with them again. He even went as far as to splice in the actual hate mail he received into the movie to quite clearly show to the audience, as their favorite characters met their grissly ends, that this was their fault.

(“Gee, I wonder what that was all about.” ~ a fan walking out of the theater back in 1997.)

In a way though, Anno created something strangely beautiful from that reaction. “End of Evangelion” is about giving up in some ways and accepting our inevitable doom. There are no easy answers, no workable solutions to achieve a happy ending because sometimes in life there isn’t one. Despite last ditch efforts by Misato, Shinji, and the crew of NERV the world still ends through the Third Impact. But tonally it’s not quite pessimistic; it’s actually positive, in a very twisted sense of course.

Set to the song “Komm Susser Tod” by ARIANNE, the film’s apocalypse can almost be described as a celebration. With people “popping” and turning into the primordial soup they all largely have smiles on their faces as they kind of get what they want whether it’s a desire to reunite with loved ones, to be with people they have crushes on, or happiness that they have sought for so long in the embrace of others. Everyone’s depressed! But now they are happy because it’s finally all over, they don’t have to give a shit anymore.

As the planet lights up like a Christmas tree, there are images of suicide and death that rapidly cross the screen in the form of the Angel’s final transformation but again, nobody is truly sad about it. They all have some kind of twisted smile or joy that they get from it. It’s a shocking film, if you’re not already prepared for what’s going to happen, and provocative to say the least.

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(Can’t decide if I recommend watching this high or not...)

I had no idea what any of it meant at the time when I watched it several years ago (I watched it well after I had seen the original series), and to be fair there are many ways fans have interpreted what exactly took place in the film and have debated endlessly on its meaning for decades now. But at least in my interpretation, after everything we’ve been through this year, “End of Evangelion” to me is about the sweet release of not giving a fuck anymore.

Whether it’s about Anno feeling that way about his own life or the expectations of his fans or both, the film quite clearly doesn’t care about what people may or may not have wanted for Shinji and the NGE characters and is perfectly fine with the way it all comes “tumbling down.”

(He just wants to be with his boyfriend, guys.)

This past July 4th, city fireworks shows were prohibited in my area because they wanted to limit mass gatherings due to COVID but this didn’t stop people from buying plenty of their own to fire off. In what amounted to a collective “fuck you” to everything and 2020, beginning pretty much exactly at dusk people started firing off their at home lightshows like they were mortar gunners in World War I and did not let up until well past midnight. The entire Southern California night sky was lit up not to unlike the thousands of crosses that filled the screen during the Third Impact of “End of Evangelion” and though it could certainly be interpreted as a moment of people patriotically going “Yea, America!” that night, my head canon was much different. It felt like tens of thousands of people across the region just saying “Fuck it” into the night sky at everything; COVID, our horrendous government, police violence, pending World Wars, environmental disaster, and our collective impending doom from it all.

As these fireworks hit their zenith around 9pm I broke out my phone and started playing “Komm Susser Tod” from the movie and it felt perfect. Everyone just wanted to feel that freedom in the moment, that freedom of not giving a damn anymore. To be removed from expectations, from control, from hatred, from pain and it was kind of beautiful in a sick way.

And that’s what “End of Evangelion” feels like to me now; kind of beautiful in a sick way.

(Not saying the LA skyline looked like this exactly but it felt like it haha...)

There are still many ways to interpret Hideaki Anno’s cult classic, and it’s part of its charm but I think the take away fans should have is definitely not that suicide is ok but that we get it. We understand why people have those feelings and why it feels freeing to desire the void and oblivion. It’s a pity that the series most toxic fans didn’t get that clue through the original finale but Anno, not a person who likes being shoved around, clearly created perhaps the most twistedly beautiful “fuck you” to that in anime history.

As we enter 2021 all I can say is it’s ok to feel like this, it’s ok to desire freedom from the relentless gloom and doom of the world and people’s prying expectations of what they think you “should” be. No one blames you. At the end of the day, we’re all just trying to survive the apocalypse we have zero control over, so the least we can do is be a bit nicer and considerate of one another.

At least it’ll make the Third Impact more pleasant whenever it eventually comes...

Happy New Year, everyone!

Congratulations on surviving 2020! Have fun in 2021...

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blackypanther9 · 3 years

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Part 35 - The Guardians...

No one's POV...

"Who are they ?", Frigga asked.

"These are people. The leader is Peter Quill, he calls himself Star - Lord too. He is from Midgard, but got kidnapped as a little kid from Yondu Udonta. He isn't complete human either. He is half human half Celestial. His father, Ego, is his biological father and the Celestial. ...He is a filthy, dirty butthole. No, worse...he is a Monster."

"Can I ask you 3 questions ?", Thor asked.

"Go ahead.", you said.

"Okay... First: Who is this Yondu ? Second: What's a Celestial ? And third: Why is this Ego a Monster ?"

"Not even Laufey knows that. But I will tell you in short. First: Captain Yondu Udonta was a Centaurian , leader of an exiled faction of the Ravagers and adoptive father to Peter Quill. When Quill betrayed the Ravagers and stole a Orb for himself, Udonta led the hunt for his former ally. He even went in contact with Ego, who wanted Yondu to help him.

Second: The Celestials are an ancient race of entities that possess vast matter and energy manipulation abilities. They were present long before the dawn of the galactic communities and even the Asgardians. They were notorious for their utilization of the Infinity Stones.

And third: Ego was a Celestial, a primordial and an extremely powerful being. A ruthless, megalomaniacal entity possessing a god complex, Ego only desired to find some meaning and had attempted to do so by conquering the entire universe via an omnicidal extinction-level event known as the Expansion, which would terraform all life-sustaining planets, via the implanting of alien seedlings, to extensions of himself. This process however, required two Celestials, so Ego traveled through the cosmos, impregnated various extraterrestrial species, and thus siring thousands of children, and then hiring the Yondu Ravanger Clan to abduct and transport his offspring. When his children failed to inherit the Celestial gene, Ego would then kill them all painlessly. And that were thousands ! And he killed the women he made pregnant ! He planted some sickness inside them to kill them. It is sick !"

They all stared at you in pure shock.

"Anyway. The next is one of my friends, he is such a cool guy ! Rocket Raccoon. He really is a Raccoon. He was a lab rat. He isn't really a.....well...I don't know how to explain... He is a robot or something... But works like a human being... Then we have someone...I like because he is brave as hell. His name is Drax the Destroyer. He once was in a war, lost everything and got in prison. He is strong and you never feel him in your presence until he makes a noise.", you giggled.

"Then we have Groot. He is a...What was his kind called again...? .....Ah ! A Flora Colossus ! I believe he is the last of his kind... I am not sure anymore, it's been a while I saw him... And lastly...my last best friend... Gamora... I believe you saw her Loki ? Green skin and long red hair."

Loki froze.

"I did. She hates me.", he mumbled the last part.

"You are wrong. Anyway... I know Gamora and I trust her. We met once or twice by accident and we became friends, but she doesn't know that I was there too."

"Which species are this Drax and Gamora ?", Sif asked a little interested.

"Drax is a....I don't know species.... Gamora is a Zehoberei. I can show you pictures of them also. If you want.", you offered.

They all nodded and you opened some other files. The first one was someone with and then without a mask.

"This is Peter Quill.", you said.

Then some being was in another window. You put your finger on it and said...

"This is Groot."

"This is Rocket."

"This is Drax."

"And this is Gamora."

(All Google)

Part 36

Masterlist with all Chapters of this Story click here !

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You are Castiel, angel of the lord, and all of your life you have been cold.

When your father saw fit to make you, the universe was in its infancy. The stars and supernovas burned hot, your older siblings told you, but you have never touched one. All the rest of space is filled with icy-cored comets and abandoned moons and a million miles of vacuum-wrapped absolute zero nothingness in between. And that was all. Only the stones of space and God and the Angels.

But you are a small angel. Your bigger siblings, Gabriel and Raphael, tell you that the face of your father is warm with love and adoration for his angelic children, and you must believe them.

One day, many years later, Lucifer would long for these cold and lonely times when it had been God and the Angels and no other living things. He loved the cold, craved it, grew in it like some eyeless cave thing that had never seen the light so didn’t know to want for it.

Then came the molding of the Earth and the things that crawled upon it.

It was cold when that fish crawled from the water. The primordial sea was still and green and even the sunlight that glinted off of it held no warmth that could compare to the freezing depths below. The measly plants sank their roots deep into the earth but it was cold, too.

The animals conducted themselves with the robotic automation that God gave them, all survival and nothing else, numb and simple. Input and output, not much else, not unlike your life as an angelic soldier.

You watch the earth, watch the fish grow to lizards and then to mice and then to weasels and to two-legged apes that paint their hands upon the walls of caves and for the first time seem to think something beyond food and sex and water, as all the other animals have before.

The hairless apes think things like friend and tomorrow and hope and maybe, and your father God gazes upon them as if they are the finest things that walk the earth. And if he thinks this, it must be true.

You see the humans make fires in their little caves to keep out the bitter winter and the cave bears, and that’s the first time you feel something that isn’t cold.

A thousand years go by. A hundred thousand. They see the way your eyes light up and your grace flutters at the sight of these creatures that have mastered fire and courage and passion and everything that warms. The other angels bow their heads and grind their teeth and harden their hearts against God’s beloved creatures. But not you, not Castiel. Balthazar and Gabriel clap you on the back for your rebellious thinking. You are always trying to sneak onto earth, always looking for an excuse to catch a glimpse of these free and open-minded beings that your father had said were his favorite of all.

They keep you away. For a thousand years and longer still, you sit at the edge of Alpha Centauri, where it is so cold that the very molecules refuse to move. You are stationed in Antarctica, where not even an insect can find enough warmth to fly. They banish you to Mongolia where the winter wind buffets the hardy ponies, and then to Pluto where Thursday comes a dozen times a year.

You are cold and you are lonely and you are happy least of all, but you do as you’ve been told because this is the only life you’ve ever known.

And then one day, two millennia after the Messiah is impaled on a post for suggesting kindness, your commanders come to you. Have you learned, Castiel? They ask. Have you learned not to hunger, not to yearn, have you learned that the place of these humans is ground beneath the boot of the angels, not to be adored by us?

You bow your head and grind your teeth and say yes, I have.

Good. You will prove your loyalty to heaven by descending to Hell and retrieving the Righteous Man. The way of revelation has begun. Do not fail us.

You do as you’re told, backed by a hundred angelic brethren. Hell is not like you expected. It is war-torn and sulfurous and bloody most of all. It is not unlike the home in Heaven you’d known, truth be told, only with darkness instead of light and filth instead of sterile cleanliness. But the coldness is the same. No one loves, no one feels tenderness, no one reaches out for another.

There, in the deepest part, you find him. You find the Righteous Man, Dean Winchester, and he is a meager thing. Carved upon, weeping, bleeding, nothing at all like the noble, warm-hearted creatures you’d thought humans to be all those thousand years ago. You’ve not seen a human since.

You reach out, touch him on the shoulder, to take him back to earth and then -

That’s when you feel it. Warmth. Goodness, kindness, sacrifice, selflessness. All of it bound up and erupting out of this whimpering whelp of a thing. His warmth flings itself into your frozen fingers and your slowly petrifying heart and your icy grace. It thaws every inch of your sadness. You see the love that lives in him, for his brother, for the innocents, for the world itself, and you, Castiel, have lived a million years and have never known that love like this could be contained in a single being, let alone a human, let alone a battered up and bruised one withering in the deepest throws of Hell.

When you lay your hand upon Dean Winchester, he is warm. The heavenly host sings in a deafening roar: The Righteous man is saved!

But you, Castiel, who have lived a million years in the cold, feel the heat of a human body for the first time and you think: No, I am saved.

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Pluxus - “Ers Majestät” Assorted Pieces 1999 IDM / Downtempo / Leftfield

Kind of a long bio from AllMusic here, but it gets at the essence of what this group of Swedes are all about: using old equipment to make good, fun, and innovative electronic music, and not taking themselves all too seriously while doing it:

Fondling electronic tones from their synthesisers, Swedish outfit Pluxus (pronounced Plook-suss) create pop naïf that sounds as if inspired by old skool computer games, cartoon themes and the buttons of mobile phone keypads. Although they now forge catchy synthesiser and drum machine creations, Pluxus have their origins in a lo-fi guitar outfit. After discovering synths in about 1997, Adam Kammerland (b. 27 February 1977, Stockholm, Sweden), Sebastian Tesch (b. 22 March 1977, Stockholm, Sweden) and Björn Carlberg (b. 30 July 1978, Stockholm, Sweden) began recording material in their Pluxemburg studio. Pluxus’ first release was the Music Inspired By The Architecture Of Kennedy International Airport cassette, which was followed by Fas 2 and Och Resan Fortsätter Här (Here The Journey Continues), by which time Anders Ekërt (b. 13 October 1976, Stockholm, Sweden) had been permanently added to the line-up. Although they frequently produce music that is cute, cheesy and saccharine, Pluxus occasionally resist the impulse to create such jolly, manic music. Rather, on tracks like ‘Molltolerans’ (from European Onion), they coalesce their electronic bleeps and bloops into more funereal music that is poignant and eerie. Pluxus are often perceived as retrogressive analogue fetishists, but they claim to like any gear, ‘analogue, digital, swimming or flying, which can produce a good sound’. Playing and recording live the group also claim to resist rigidity in their music, incorporating small errors into their sound. Eschewing the deliberate artiness of much electronica, Pluxus seem to apply a playground mentality to the creation of their music. Live reviews have reported almost farcical levels of falling over on stage. Intriguingly, they also distance themselves from the Swedish dance music scene, which they judge to be ‘too much DJs and obscure record collections.’

Between their second and third albums, 1999′s Fas 2 and 2000′s Och Resan Fortsätter Här, one of Pluxus’ songs, “Ers Majestät,” appeared exclusively on a limited-run 10-inch compilation called Assorted Pieces, which was released by the Toronto-based IDM label, Suction Records. A couple years later, it also appeared on the much more widely available, Snow Robots Volume 2, also a Suction release.

A couple days ago I posted about the St. Petersburg trio Fizzarum, a group of guys who like to put a premium on the use of melody in their IDM tracks, which is not a concept that every IDM producer necessarily concerns themselves with. But on this song, Pluxus clearly do. However, the difference in approaches between Pluxus on this particular song and Fizzarum’s in general is very much in the song’s IDM stylings; the, *ahem,* assorted pieces, that go into the song that definitively make it an IDM track. Because while Pluxus lay down some splendidly emotive and contemplative keyboard work on this tune like Fizzarum are so wont to do, the Swedish quartet instead playfully counteract much of that somberness with some minimally lo-fi, primordial hip hop-type rhythms; the kind of effectively stripped-down, boom-bippin’ shit that you could see someone like Milk Dee from Audio Two rapping over in 1988, for example (”What more can I say? Top billin’!”), but with a bunch more squeaky, bleepy, and robotic sounds thrown into the mix that help keep the underlying beat both fresh and varied, despite it being made with near-obsolete gear.

Hell of a fun and unique piece of late 90s IDM here.

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