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stardayzzing · 1 year

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I wanna know more about the deer!

Sorry this took so long!! This is a bit long and Im just gonna recycle the art for it but heres some more in depth information about the deer and elves!

(Sorry for any typos too!)

So for starters, EVERY greenwood/mirkwood elf has a deer. They are in a since like a piece of said elf's soul.

•The elves have a "coming of age" type situation with deer, when they reach an age similar to the age of about a 5 year old, the deer will often appear to them. Some have taken longer than others.

• The deer can express emotions similar to their elf, and even share opinions, such as not liking certain vegetables or liking the same colors!

•All deer are SLIGHTLY different. Wether their noses are a different shade, or their tails a brown color or their antlers larger or smaller. Even eye colors do not line up.

•Legolas's mother was the only elf with a doe who had blue eyes and a bright pink nose and ear tips!

•The gender of the deer does not apply to the elf though! Tauriel, who prefers she/her pronouns, has a large white buck as her deer. Legolas of course, has a doe.

Another thing about them, is that, while they are connected to a specific elf, if the elf dies or the deer dies, the other will not.

• If a deer dies, their elf will however feel extreme pain that can last many many years, though slowly fading to nothing but a dull throb. They cannot obtain a new deer though, even if the death was not their fault.

•If an elf dies and has no young offspring, they will leave and become wandering deer of the forest, though skittish of all but elves, and may at times help young ones back onto the paths.

•While elves cannot reconnect with deer, it is also not unknown to see a long forgotten deer grazing beside a deerless elf who may have been enjoying the wildnderness alone for a while.

While random deer cannot connect with random elves, some situations are different!!

•If a mother or father passes before their child reaches a certain age, it is mostly common that the parents deer will move on to be with the child instead.

•This happened with Legolas! His mother's deer watches over him now.

•Thranduil is in a similar situation.

Thranduil's, the Elk

•Despite all other elves having a deer, The first of the elvish leaders in the forest had an elk, which survived long enough to keep following the path and eventually end up Thranduil's despite everything.

•The elk, like in botfa, does die, and when it does, causes Thranduil great pain, however we all know he's capable of handling it. However, there is a mourning period to the loss of a deer/elk and afterwards, it oftens feel like losing a family member, considered almost as painful even as the loss of his wife.

•While the elk will eventually be reincarnated, should Legolas have offspring, until then, there would be no more elk.

•When reincarnated (a rare but not impossible thing that happens when some deer/elk die) instead of appearing, grown and mature, they will appear to their new elf as a fawn, small and fragile. This is the sign theyve been reincarnated rather than being a new deer.

Deer are very important to elven culture as well!

•Like how people see dwarven braids, and such things, deers are seen similarly!

•Only family can touch the deer, and a loved one. The deer seem to share this idea, steering away from strangers, huffing and puffing. Even friends can not get close to them often times.

•The only exception to this is if they are riders, which then sometimes others are brought onto their backs or enemies may of course touch them in battle. Riders have their own designated ways of still expressing their importance however, just differently from the gentler deer of the other elves that do nit see war.

•Deer will befriend another elf's deer, often times if the deers' elves are friends, but this will not allow the other elves to touch them.

•Tauriel and Legolas's deer are often found grazing and oacing together, but neither Tauriel nor Legolas will ever be able to touch nor approach them, as they simply do not feel that way for each other mutually.

Interracial children

•So this is of course a concern. Will children of say, an Elf and a Dwarf have a deer like their elven parent? The short answer? Maybe!

•The long answer? It depends purely on luck! Sometimes, a half-elf will receive a deer, though it will not be quite the same as an fully elf child.

•Often times, half elf children get deer who have bright splotches of colors, mismatched eyes, and similar. There's nothing wrong with these deer, but their elven magic is not as strong as those in the forest, which makes them look a tad different!

Other Facts:

•When outside of the forest, the deer of the elves will often times transform to appear as horses. This is because the deer are poached at times, so to protect themselves, they disguise themselves to the outside world.

•Most deer are bigger and stronger, a fully grown elf able to ride even a doe into battle if they needed.

•Sickly elves, with ailments that can not be easily healed, would be the ones to have deer of weak builds, smaller and more frail, but still strong and happy often times.

[This is an Elf OC of mine with their buck]

#the hobbit #legolas #lotr #tolkien elves #thranduil #legolas greenleaf #mirkwood deer #concepts

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pigeonleap · 3 months

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YOUR FANCLANS ARE SO COOL!!!! i cant wait to see more of them omg! could you share some more on the clairvoyants/prophets and their pilgrimages up the mountain? :o also, did you have anywhere specific in colorado in mind when mapping? it looks gorgeous! and i love the landmark names omg, how'd you come up with those? sorry for all the questions im just very excited about these guys!

YAY thank you so much that means a ton! you're enabling my infodumping I'm about to write 1500 words (serious). Don't ever worry about asking too many ST questions it's all i think about.

Here's a MSPAINT doodle of the girls. hope nothing bad ever happens to them

easy questions first!

ST's set in the northern Colorado Rockies where they border the Great Plains. Somewhere unpopulated in the northern Front Range!

Landmark names are usually named after past leaders/healers/deputies of the Clans, who I just made up on the spot (except I have a Blizzard playthrough on Clangen so I used some of those leaders and important cats.) To come up with a lot of the names I researched local fauna. Colorado has a LOT of elk and a lot of large carnivores! Summer Thunder has a storm motif (did you know) so a lot of the place names have to do with that

I'm going to go ahead and put the Clairvoyant/Prophet stuff under a cut because I write headcanons as I go and it gets so lengthy lol.

SORRY IN ADVANCE. this is like 3/4 just for me so i can put it in my document

Clairvoyants are the cats who would have "a strong connection to StarClan" in canon text. StarClan (usually called the Stars in-universe) are not an explicit thing or confirmed. There is something spiritual going on, but it's a lot more like a Primal Force than it is "My Dead Aunt Says Hello To Me In My Dreams." The technical name for cats who are tuned in to this spirituality is "Clairvoyants", though it's an ambiguous label and not something that ever puts cats into a group. Most cats aren't clairvoyant or are to a very low degree (this works since level of clairvoyance in any universe doesn't affect how much you believe in a higher power).

Prophets, a role found only in StormClan, are kind of like canon Medicine Cats except I separated the role into its composite Prophet and Healer. Some cats are both, in which case they'll call themselves whichever one makes more sense - usually Prophet because it's rarer and so it can feel closer to your identity. A Prophet is sort of like how Ancient Greek Oracles were. They are rare and usually have a medium to extremely high level of Clairvoyance. (ex. Leafpool, Goosefeather.) Their role, like medcats, is to speak as the Stars' voice and share wisdom with the Clan. The Stars do not "give prophecies" in the literal sense that they do in canon - cats interpret things how they will, like we would in real life. It's easy to think of an omen or prophecy if you want to hear one.

Storm cats just take it really seriously because they REALLY love the Stars. They have a higher genetic predisposition of Clairvoyants, so they have become really connected to spirituality and piety. They believe in fate and destiny and will use the Stars to justify any achievement. Naming ceremonies often go like "You are so lucky to be blessed by the Stars with such amazing jumping skills - your new name will be Pigeonleap." (Maybe Pigeonleap just got really good at jumping because he trained for his entire apprenticeship. It doesn't matter. It's the Stars.)

Pilgrimages, which I may start calling something cool (like the Prophet's Ascent maybe?) are taken by aspiring Prophets when they want to prove their connection to the Stars. Prophets are usually apprenticed to someone who is also Clairvoyant/a Prophet or a Healer if there isn't one. When they reach the end of their apprenticeship they are sent to hike Cloud's Tooth via Thunder Ridge/Lightning Point. Usually their mentor will follow them as far as the path from the Ridge up to Lightning Point (I'm thinking this is like a day's hike), but the mentor in most cases has already done the hike and is not interested in doing it again.

Cloud's Tooth is tall (probably around 9-11,000ft???) and not too forgiving. Cats are sent when the weather is predicted to be good, but anyone who's been to the Rockies knows that can change in about five minutes. The Clans are crepuscular in my universe like regular cats, so, in the interest of safety, cats usually just try to hike the mountain during the day. It can be 7-9 hours to the summit. They spend the night at the top and the Stars speak to them (whatever that means for the particular cat.) No one else except Prophets hikes this mountain, not even people - it's rocky, without water in most places, and very windy. And slick when wet. And worse when snowy. And you'll notice all the surrounding landmarks have something to do with storms.

That being said - a cat who makes it up and down again is pretty much guaranteed the Prophet role. Otherwise, they probably just fell to Stardom down a scree slope.

#warrior cats #warriors #wc #pigeonleap text #pigeonleap #summer thunder #rowanleaf #blackflood #ask #st lore #wish i could work this hard on schoolwork #asks open #believe it or not i have more to say #i didnt even talk about the main girls in this one

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jihoonotes · 2 years

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hawkeyedflame · 1 year

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I won’t lie your constant exposure to carnivore diet and other things you talked about have intrigued me but I’m currently a poor uni student with no job rn. Do you have any small tips for me on a low budget? I know I should be more specific about the advise but I’m asking as a catch all I guess. Sorry if I’m being a bother

(Sorry for the ramble I get sidetracked easily)

You're not bothering me. To some degree my advice will depend on whether you're a man or woman and what animal products you're willing to include/exclude. The "purest" form of carnivore is only red meat (meat from ruminant animals such as beef, lamb, elk, venison, goat, etc) with no dairy and no eggs. If that's not your style then include whatever you like. HOWEVER. I strongly recommend making fatty red meat the primary food, as well as eggs and butter if you like them and have no allergies. A lot of people think that the trick to keto/carnivore is that it's a low carb and high protein diet, but in fact the key to carnivore is that it is a high fat diet. Fat is the body and brain's optimal fuel source, so make sure you eat a lot of it. Lean meats like poultry and lean beef/pork cuts will not produce good results. If you're a woman, you will likely find that a caloric ratio of about 80% fat to 20% protein will feel the best. It is unclear exactly why women seem to benefit so much from this while men don't see much difference, but this means that women seeking this so-called "high fat carnivore" will have to supplement their meat with extra fat sources such as butter or fat trimmings. Personally, I get beef fat trimmings from a local butcher and cook them with each meal. If you're not a woman you can still do this, but it may not give much benefit over just eating meat normally (although there are male athletes who report that high fat is better for them, so for men it may come down to activity level). My theory for why women thrive more on a higher fat ratio is that large megafauna, most of which are now extinct, likely had a fat-to-muscle ratio that was closer to what the female body needs to support optimal hormonal and reproductive health. In the evolutionary timeline, these animals have not been gone for long and there's no reason to assume our biological processes would have evolved to be fully adapted to their absence yet. That's just my speculation though.

Anyway, for affordability, I think the most obvious answer is to shop the sales on everything and learn to work with cheap cuts of meat. I personally buy my beef by the animal, so I end up with a small handful of the prized cuts such as ribeyes and strip loins, and a whole lot of roasts, ribs, and ground beef. as a university student you do not have the financial bandwidth to do this, so you are stuck searching for the cheaper cuts like chuck, shank, top/bottom round, sirloin tip, as well as ground beef. all of these cuts can make delicious meals, especially if you opt to continue using seasonings (i personally do not, but neither do i begrudge those who are unwilling to give them up). these cuts are leaner, but if you add extra fat (trimmings or butter) then you can still get a good caloric ratio out of it.

if you or anyone you know has a Costco (or equivalent store) membership, you can also buy wholesale primal cuts. upfront cost is a bit high, but the price per pound is significantly cheaper than grocery stores. you can get brisket for like $2/lb at Costco

chicken is generally pretty cheap, especially if you buy the cheaper cuts like drumsticks and thighs. but again, it's very lean so be mindful of that. same goes for pork. also salmon is a really good and fatty option if you like fish.

i also save the melted fat which comes off when I cook beef fat, and reuse that whenever i need cooking oil for a different meal, so i don't burn through store bought tallow/lard or butter.

one of the biggest factors in determining your cost will be whether or not you are fussy about conventional vs pasture raised meat. if you are happy to eat conventional, then your costs will be significantly lower than if you insist on pastured products. as far as the impact on your health, there isn't much information about the difference between the two, i know people who eat conventional and others who eat pastured, they all feel good. for myself, and many people who choose pastured products, it's an ethical decision more than anything.

lastly, again i don't know your financial situation but if you have some wiggle room, you can look into an online butcher such as butcherbox, moink, betterfed, and others. the meat is a bit more wholesale so the price per pound tends to come out much cheaper than buying from a grocery store, however this again, like Costco, has a higher upfront cost.

i hope this information is helpful! let me know if you have any other questions and i'll do my best to answer them (hopefully with less rambling next time).

#Anonymous #carnivore diet #i just realized i gave up on proper sentence structure halfway through LMAO #long post

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serpulalacrymans · 2 months

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The smell bodies have before they start decomposing is truly exhilarating... like the sweetest of sugar... a shame it lasts for such a small window of time. Hehe, nice, glad to see someone out there who finds carcasses nice as well :-)

Sorry for a bit of a personal question this time... but do you also struggle with urges ? Violent ones in particular... personally, I can be very volatile at times, especially if im in one of my moods.

Also, this the last question, sorry to pester you this much! But do you like deer ? If yes, are there any type you identify with in particular ?

Personally, I relate a lot to elk... I like to think of myself as one... occasionally.

You understand.. There is beauty in decay. I take special pleasure in the pupa. Right before it's truly over, if that makes sense. Am I making sense?

...Yes I do. I'm not very proud of that. I'm just stretched so thin until I lose myself. But then I'm all that's left to clean up the mess.. I am very fortunate to be in the company of someone who can understand me so well and let's me air out. I don't feel judged or cornered. Thank you..

I think someone asked me this question before, and I think I may have misspoken then. I do like deer. A whole lot, actually. I wish one would get close enough for me to pet. Maybe. One of my favorite kinds of deer are sika deer, but I don't think I necessarily relate to any specific kind. I wish I were born a deer instead. I wouldn't mind everything so much then. Sometimes I dream of woodlands, but I think that's as far as it goes for me... I'm happy you found something that makes you happy. Elk are very big and I like them a lot too.

Thank you for being so kind to me.

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squirrelwrangler · 1 year

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@kazaera replied to your post “.”:

sorry /o\ in my defense things I post do not typically go viral, so I figured it'd just be a bit of conversation, but people seem to have latched onto Weird Vocabulary Shenanigans.

kaz i love you and i don't blame you and i also do blame you ;p

i thought at most you and two other known european mutuals maybe would answer, because it was me wondering if this was a maize/corn/grain thing where strictly US usage 'corn' is only ever for maize and doesn't have the generalized 'grain' definition where corn could be mentally translated as wheat by other anglophones. Me curious just how hyper-specific the word moose was, like I'll always call the animal a javelina but might use peccary in writing on the (weird) assumption that it would be more understandable for an international audience. And because I knew the 'elk is the older German-based word for this animal', there's that suspicion that Jirt the linguistic medievalist would use elk for moose.

I feel like this whole thing needs to be a poll now, and I want to add a tangent to see how many US and Europeans know about wisent and do they call them that or just 'European bison' or buffalo.

#kazaera #still won't be not funny to me that bison are SUPER american to me but i easily accepted that okay yeah Poland has their own bison #but learning that germany through scandanavia and russia had moose was brain-breaking #i'm so so used to english word for plant or animal used to describe NA species it only vaguely related to or mirrors #so elk for wapiti and red deer was expected #also i knew the reindeer was caribou from young age #but in my head still reindeer is domesticated and caribou if wild animal #even if genetically there's no difference

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berlinbisque · 1 year

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The Papier Project

I have made all these renders for my reference. Too numb but here’s the Final selection of the artworks for my room… if I’ll stay alive I’ll continue and take it up as a challenge cuz I felt really bad, everyone around is doing panelling although I’m always the first to bring such elements and ideas over here to India, I felt left out, I have a POP one which is also beautiful I had given a special order for a moulded base (Victorian) and I should feel grateful for now cuz some foreigners do DIY & nothings as good or as bad as it appears especially on internet so we are all struggling with something or the other. I already know what kind of capping rail and mountboard I want next but I really hope I’m able to find such artisans or moulders, I can’t do the 5 layer one because it’s done by highly skilled professionals and they create those beveled lines right then and there while putting up each individual panel, I wish I could write more… I would’ve explained how it is done, most people opt for other easier options these days because it requires a lot of time and like I said skilled hands. But I have something specific in mind so whatever I’m upto… it won’t be that common. I wish I could do a full on bead board which is slightly different than shiplap or grooving but you don’t get all those proper supplies here, in abroad you nowadays get pre-made beadboards which you just have to nail and paint cuz it’s again quite tricky if you are doing it from scratch. That style is mostly for cottages and stuff, for city homes we need something classic anyway, board & batten or Hampton’s is again not on the top of my list because that’s more of a country style, can’t type much right now I’m relying on autocorrect once I’ll get better and I’ll find someone I’ll share all my thoughts in person along with my ideas that is if they’re close or enough trustworthy. Once our living room is done I’ll shift myself there I hope I’ll stabilise till then… I can’t share my new theme. The 1883 one will go on the back wall along with the Bird lithograph (encyclopaedic) and B&B would be in my entrance below the lamp after entering my room from the door… the small Trees collectible will go next to Annabelle and Warm house would be in the biggest 30 x 40 frame on the front wall. My fav Mag Cover will be on the side below my Russian painting which is already there in my room. I’m gonna keep all my American Folk art as it is and the vintage toys 🧸 painting as well, also the water coloured canvas and my “stationary section” which has a masculine office theme - polo jockey 🏇 water coloured boat and iceberg cruise below my frosted golden wall lamp. The 🦌 elk, Victorian frames and Mid Century artworks will also remain where they are. I won’t elaborate much about the next theme but I’ll share a few points once everything’s done. The front collage will have these artworks now and I’ll be adding a bigger frame in the corner next to my lamp… like I said I have a particular theme in mind and if I would have shared that you would’ve understood my logic but I can’t reveal anything until it’s done. Sorry. To give you a small hint, there’s going to be a lot of minimalism, abstract art, neutrality along with in contrast - traditional richness through various colours & patterns. This time there are going to be fewer oil paintings and more of hand drawn sketches or mute shades and light pastels, Japanese or Koreans are still very traditional in a lot of aspects especially when it comes to art; it reflects their heritage style, you’ll find everything from basket weave to oriental gastronomy, all the warp & weft of their culture plus functionality and style in whatever they do - because of smaller spaces and lots of creativity. I would have added a few elements in lighting as well but you don’t get those accordion pleated lamps in India (as of now) they are based on paper lanterns… nonetheless origami is going to be at its core and all other details will be revealed once my room is ready,

I’ll share what all I’ll be doing to make it more interesting and to give it those vibes. I’m merging 2 things together and alhamdullilah I already have all that I need to go with both (again I can’t share all that stuff) and that is exactly why I’m going to do something I’ve always liked… I recently purchased an electronic item (last week or so my grandfather gave each one of us 5k lol so I added my other savings and I got something from the official site but they’ll be shipping it tomorrow…) and luckily even though I was confused I got it in the same shade as the rest of my stuff and it’ll match my next colour scheme.

- Zara Sauleh

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twijfelaar · 2 years

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Sorry I am going to rant in dutch now because ... FUCKING FARMERS*

Wanneer gaan we nu eindelijk iets doen aan de levensgevaarlijke acties die die fucking boeren doen? Echt het lijken met z'n alle wel een stel kleuters die de grens maar blijven opzoeken en niet worden tegengehouden en dus maar door blijven gaan.

Gisteren een discussie op werk, "ja maar het verandert elk 4 jaar ze weten niet waar ze aan toe zijn!"

Weet je wie hier nog meer last van heeft? Elke andere beroepsgroep die werkt met mensen, dieren en voedsel, de boeren zijn alleen tot nu toe altijd beschermt tegen deze grote werk veranderde wet aanpassingen, en ja nu moeten ze opeens in 1x heel veel veranderen en soms zelfs stoppen omdat het niet anders kan.

Deze mensen doen net alsof het boer zijn hun lot is ofzo, it's a fucking job.

Kort door de bocht, we hebben teveel boeren op een te klein stuk land, door subsidies werkt de marktwerking niet (faillissementen komen niet voor omdat ze worden gered door, regering, Europa etc)

Alleen nu maken we onze natuur kapot en gaan er mensen eindelijk een keer nadenken over de lange termijn gevolgen.

*I am talking about a very specific group of farmers here. If you can't read the rest of this text post this ain't about you.

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metalnomads · 2 months

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Avatar in Gothenburg (or: Hometown Shows Are The Best)

So. I recently travelled to Sweden for the first time, and I still feel the need to gush about that trip a little bit. Given my love for metal music it’s really not surprising that I’ve been itching to travel to Scandinavia for quite some time now – a lot of my favorite bands come from there after all. But I never actually managed to make it work, so far (something, something poor student, something, something not comfortable travelling alone yet).

But when I saw my beloved Avatar announcing a show in their hometown of Gothenburg, I knew that was a sign to finally get off my ass! Everything just aligned too perfectly:

Avatar happens to be one of my current top bands and is well worth travelling for.

Gothenburg, being a true heavy metal powerhouse, happens to be one of my dream destinations in Scandinavia.

The date happens to fall on a long weekend (the best thing about German Carnival), so I barely have to take time off work.

Travelling on that specific weekend allows me to escape from manmade horrors beyond comprehension happening at home (aka German Carnival).

So as a birthday gift to myself I decided to go for it. That’s obviously the universe talking, and who would I be to stand against the will of the universe, right? It may not be the cheapest concert trip I’ve done, but boy, it was worth it!

I’m not exaggerating when I say I immediately fell in love with that city. I’ve always said that if I am ever to emigrate somewhere, I’d probably choose Sweden, and after this trip I stand by my words even more! I don’t know if it makes any sense for anyone else but me, but the city felt as if Prague and Reykjavik had a lovechild – the beautiful architecture you’d find in the former combined with the distinctively Nordic and cozy flair of the latter. And bonus points for feeling very safe!

My personal highlights definitely included the Slottsskoggen (a well-kept park that still allowed me to feel like I was wandering around a Swedish forest, and included a little zoo where I got to see some elks strutting through the snow), the Natural History Museum (I don’t think my brain will ever process the sheer size of blue whales – and why has Gojira conditioned me to feel the need to scream about whales in the sky from the top of my lungs whenever I see the tiniest reference to whales??) and the Haga main street. That one admittedly felt a little touristy, but one the other hand I got to try a cinnamon roll bigger than the size of my face, so maybe the tourists are right on this one. I also stumbled across this amazing bookshop in the city specialized in fantasy/sci-fi literature and merch and it was everything my nerdy fangirl heart desires. Sadly (or luckily), my limited luggage space kept me from buying half the store but another reason to come back another time!

Now, to the concert itself: As is my duty, I arrived a few hours early at the venue, around 3 pm. People weren’t too eager to wait around in the snow, so there were only a handful of other fans when I arrived. I expected mostly Swedes, but to my pleasant surprise I wasn’t the only crazy person who travelled from abroad for this show: I met a few girls form Austria, another fellow German, and even two girls from the US and Brazil, respectively. Now that’s what I call dedication!

Chatting with these lovely people time flew by quickly and in the blink of an eye, it was 5:30 pm and doors opened. That was quite the mess, unfortunately: The venue had a “absolutely-no-bags-at-all" rule – not even a small fanny pack was allowed inside. I could deal with that, even if it’s highly impractical, but is it too much to ask to put this kind of information on the venue website beforehand instead of telling us 20 minutes before doors? Luckily, I managed to sprint over to my hotel room , throw my stuff on the bed, and run back in time, but I could have lived without that kind of stress (also I feel sorry for all the people who didn’t have that option, no idea what they were supposed to do with their bags??).

Otherwise, everything went well, though, and I could march through to secure my spot at the barrier.

Now, this wasn’t my first time seeing Avatar this year, so I knew what to expect from thereon on. The opening act Aether Realm was enjoyable: More so than in Cologne, I’d say, maybe they needed a few shows to really get in the groove. Or maybe it's just my own perception, because I was hearing them for the second time now. And the main act obviously delivered as well.

It makes no difference how often I’ve seen Avatar in the past two years – they are just a ridiculously fun band. They know how to put on a show, and how to perfectly balance the jokey shenanigans around and danceable melodies with uncompromising, deliciously heavy riffs. My neck admittedly hates them (it’s always a little stiff the following days), but hey, that’s the price I’m willing to pay – I physically can’t stop from banging my head when Bloody Angel hits.

Regarding the setlist – it may not be my favorite and I was hoping they’d change it up more from last year. Maybe switch Do you feel in control and idk Chimp Mosh Pit for Gotta Wanna Riot and On the Beach? Or give Hunter Gatherer more space (that album is egregiously underrepresented in the setlist, especially since it never got a proper tour in Europe, thanks covid)? Buuuut I am just super happy that Paint me Red is back on the menu and When the Snow Lies Red got to stay! Honestly, Avatar could pick whatever from their catalogue and it would be worth the while, they just are that brilliant.

What I loved most about this show was that you could really feel: This is their homebase. Obviously, I couldn’t understand a word of their in-between songs banter, so who knows if they actually said anything different compared to other shows (after all Johannes is right: his German is leagues better than my Swedish), but I didn’t need that to see that the crowd was loving it. In general, the energy was top notch – moshing, enthusiastic singing and screaming along, headbanging galore, what more could you wish for. And barely any annoying crowd surfers!

An awesome experience all around, and hard to beat when I see them again in two weeks!

-S-

#avatar metal #solo travel #metal #gothenburg #metal concert #concert blog

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arcanehackist · 2 months

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Short story I wrote on r/nosleep I’m probably going to continue or draw the thing from it!

I’ve been hiking for as long as I could walk. My dad taught me what specific birds looked like, and then what they sounded like. Even now, there’s a shelf five feet high in my living room stocked with nature books. I knew the differences between local species of woodpeckers before I was eight.

I’ve been a wildlife researcher in Wyoming for… maybe seven years now? I’m a young guy, kind of baby faced, so I get odd looks a lot when I’m out with all the equipment. It’s rural here. Mostly livestock. Quiet, apart from when everyone drives up

to Cheyenne for the rodeo every year. I can’t go anymore, saw a horse break its leg during the “wild” horse race and I never really got over it.

Sorry, I… am kind of distracted. I had to fill up jerrycans for my truck the other day, and my mind is so all over the place even the station’s cashier noticed.

It feels really far away, what happened to me. Five days ago. I went into a private swathe of forest on the edge of a lake, all owned by some group of enterprising millionaires wanting to build some of those stupid cabins you see on TV with the marble counters despite the “rustic” goal. Distracted again. Anyway, I was out there because they found six dead elk within one week.

One week. This property is big, but it’s not *that* big. There are wolves in Yellowstone— not *here,* and they obviously wanted to know if there was some big fuckoff bear starting to kill for sport. Some of the rich hunters that rented weeks during the season would be angry, too, if bulls they’d been following on trail cams got eaten before they could be stuck up above the fireplace.

The first carcass they marked was 3/4 of a mile in. I’m an alright navigator, sometimes have trouble getting places but I’m good at following markers on my way out. I’m pretty visual. It was late morning, maybe ten. I wasn’t going to be an idiot and let it get dark.

The first body told me it wasn’t a bear. I didn’t know what my opinion really was yet, or if I ever had one. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen an elk, or someone posing with a dead one, but they’re… big.

This one had an almost cartoonish impact imprint in the pine needles, like those craters asteroids leave in movies. Like it’d been tossed diagonally toward the ground really hard.

It was a cow, on her side, split from where her jawbone ended at her neck all the way down. Between both front legs, down her gut, stopping after her back legs. I noticed almost immediately when (what do you do? You know. Examine, poke it with a stick) I put my gloves on and took a closer look that whatever it was had almost cleaved her in half, maybe six inches to spare. The cut was *sharp*, I’ve never seen anything like it. Right through her sternum the smoothest I’d seen anything like that. With the shoulder-high gloves on I examined her internally, propping the upper of her front legs up. Her heart and her liver were missing.

It scared me. I think I was trying to rationalize it. I got there and saw her, no blood on the ground, with two missing organs, and guts all neatly in place like they’d been put back when…

Yeah. I just told myself it was poachers. When I got to the second carcass, a bull elk, it started to change my mind.

I don’t know if you’ve ever been around something decaying or had a mouse die in your house. It doesn’t take a lot of flesh to make something stink, you can empty your pool filter too close to the house and still smell the bugs.

*Neither* of them stunk. At all. At the bull I noticed what I hadn’t at the cow. There were *no flies.* His liver was missing like hers, and though I had trouble leveraging his leg up and got kind of frustrated I found his heart was missing too. The injuries were the same.

Dead, stone cold dead. I’ve been around a lot of animals that have died in some way or another. Nothing had ever *chilled* me to my goddamn bones like this did.

I was on the way to the third one when I was attacked. I never got to see the third one or the remaining three, because I ended up having to drive to the clinic after. I’m going to try to give this as much detail as I fucking can remember, because I swear I’m not crazy.

There were these two rocks with a hiking trail between, the path worn by both animals and people. The rocks went up maybe ten feet on either side, each about the width of how my truck is long with a couple feet between them and the path. I remember thinking I needed to try spikes for my boots because the pine needles this time of year got pretty slippery in places where they were thick.

I didn’t hear anything really notable. I crushed a pinecone under my boot, and then it was on me.

It looked like something I’d imagine would crawl out of a cave, in the body. Slim. Bipedal, but with digitigrade hind legs. It came out of nowhere, and it was so *quiet.*

You’re going to ask me how I even noticed all of that— and it’s because it jumped down from the rocks to land in front of me. I was almost out, and there was a lot of ground behind me to cover. One step back, and it pushed its back foot at me. Not all that fast, not a blow, just the way someone would reach for a handshake. It had hooves, and I smelled burnt hair.

I remember now those videos from that martial arts style where you can do “one inch punches” and… yeah.

It felt like a car hit me in the chest. Like I’d taken a hit from a bighorn ram. It crushed the breath out of me and I flew backward. The forest floor broke my fall, and by the time I gasped in air and focused it was staring me directly in the eyes.

Its skin wasn’t white. Not really. Translucent. I could see its veins and arteries, pulsing beneath, in the rhythm of a heartbeat pushing so *quickly.* It was maybe shock, maybe fear that kept me still with it down on all fours like that. I don’t think it was breathing. We were so close that I could see the blood vessels in its eyes.

It was larger than me, larger than an elk. Moose sized. As big as a fucking full-size van. Its head was a foot wide, maybe more, gaunt and shaped like a bison skull. The skin was stretched over it so tight it looked like it’d rip, its nostrils long slits that went maybe halfway up its head. The eyes that looked into mine were large, with no fleshy eyelid— and when it finally blinked two clear lids came in from the outer edges of its eyes. Its scleras, besides the blood vessels (red, like us) were so *white.* Everything’s got a little color in its eyes, but this was the whitest white I’d ever *seen*. There wasn’t an iris— and its pupil was just… clear. Like when they take a photo of the back of your eye at the eye doctor. It felt like I was seeing the inside of its skull and it—

Fuck. Sorry. I’m trying to be rational and not get all shivery and supernatural with it.

It just stared. I’d worked with dogs when I started my career with animals. It was instinct, maybe… wanting it to be done quick or trying to calm it like I’d talk to dogs with my body language. I tilted my head up and to the side, went limp, closed my eyes.

It felt like two hours before it moved. It probably was five minutes.

I opened my eyes when I heard it rustle, but didn’t move. It brought up its front foot arm I guess, stood up a little higher, and that’s when I understood.

It looked like it had fucking scythes on its hands. A palm shaped like ours, one finger joint, then these claws a foot long. three of them and a thumb that had no claw at all. I thought I almost knew it’d cut me in fucking half and I’d be gone, but it moved so *slow.* It brought that hand up, took one of its four fingers and dragged that claw down from my collarbone.

I was wearing a canvas coat, with a sweatshirt, and thermals underneath. It started to *split* me. I moved my head, like watching a car crash, as it sliced through all of my clothing and down into my skin like air. Not like butter, like *air.* it cut maybe a half-inch into me. Adrenaline is a fucking *drug,* I’ll tell you that. It stopped two inches below my belly button, and then it turned and started to walk away like nothing had happened at all.

Just moseying, as I sat up a little and started to really feel it. It’d turned away from me, stood up tall. The horns it had reminded me of five pronghorns spliced, not quite antlers, and now I saw it had floppy bald ears like a pig. I could see where every vertebrae in its body pushed up against the skin, the definition of every muscle like a shaved horse on every steroid. With its skin that clear, it almost blended and reflected the colors around it. I laid there and watched it go until I couldn’t see it anymore, toward the lake. I think I heard a boat motor.

I didn’t even care. When managed to get on my feet I fucking ran. There was paracord in my truck, and I put my jacket on backwards and tied it around me to put on *some* pressure while I drove to the tiny medical clinic. My brain gets a little spotty right before that.

Quiet town, nobody kicked by a horse today, so I got in and the doctor (Jen, I’ve known her since I moved here. Older lady) got to me immediately.

I remember that she took the jacket off and went kind of pale, looking at…

There wasn’t any blood. I could see my flesh split perfectly down the middle. In the mirror on the wall above the sink in the exam room I saw how *well* it was centered between the bumps of my collarbones.

She told me they’d bandage it, and I just basically sat there in some kind of shock and let them move me around. I don’t even remember the drive there, or home. It reminded me of autopsy cuts in TV shows with two less lines, and higher.

Jen’s an old soul. Her family’s been in this state longer than any I can think of. She’s thirty but greying at the temples. Down-to-earth. She’s sweet, and very logical, and is tired as hell of telling people bigfoot doesn’t live out here when they find out she’s a local and ask.

It terrified me when in that empty waiting room, escorting me out, she told me in a low voice that I’d better go out see the Joneses, because their livestock guardian dog had died. She had this look on her face when she said it, patting my back, and just said “Mhm. A bear.”

It reminded me of that tone someone uses when someone else says something they don’t believe. Patronizing. “Ohh, it was a bear. Sure.” just like that. I wanted to throw up.

I don’t know if she knew. I just left. I feel like I’m being pulled into something terrifying. I’ve been looking at apartments in Portland all night. I’ve been trying to draw the thing like I used to with animals back home but I just can’t get it *right.* I feel like Jen is trying to get me to look into this. I barely know her, but she looked at me like she knew everything about me.

Help I guess? What do I do?

#original writing #original work #horror writing #horror #original horror #horror stories #horror story #fake horror #cryptid #cryptids #nosleep #no sleep #r/nosleep #original story

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rozz-beetjevreemd-zzor · 1 year

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A quick rant about who I am:

I was asked this question today in Dutch. I answered him the best I could, in Dutch. But really thanks for asking. In English, it works better for this moment. I will try to answer that question, over and over again. There we go. Disclaimers. I am the light. Thank you for seeing me. I am water. I am a combination of minerals, vitamins, proteins or easier said; I am a human being. Blood Cells and DNA. A man and a woman helped me gain a body. I am a spirit who entered this world. I do feel connected with the spirits of December, therefore; I am a Sagittarius. I don’t like to be asked too many questions. I have to keep my eye out for danger and I am capable of using a weapon, if I have to.

Good day to you.

Let me tell you a little bit more about who I am. It might get a little more specific. Sagittarius A. Not just an archer, don’t come too close. I am a black hole. I had many plans to be warm, spiritual and good looking so I was born into a healthy body with brown skin. Well equipped to survive in the country where my mother was located. I am Dutch now. Yes. Dutch. We moved and changed. Ik denk, dus ik besta. Ik denk, dus ik ben. Ik ben iemand met een sterk kloppend hart. Een gevoelig hart, een hart dat soms in brand lijkt te staan. Ik ben bang…, als dat gebeurd. Bang om te sterven.

Hier in Nederland ontmoette ik mijn grote liefde. Woorden.

Toen het tot mij doordrong dat ik op zoek ben naar woorden die ‘’vrede’’ brengen, wist ik dat ik gedoemd was te mislukken. Ik werd bang dat ik niet genoeg tijd zou hebben om het nodige te leren en die angst keerde terug tot op de dag van vandaag. Ik ben bang. Ik ben elke dag bezig met overleven. Ik vlucht weg in mijn eigen hoofd. En ik gebruik mijn fantasie om me op de been te houden. Ik ben een zuster van Jezus. Nee, niet katholiek en ook geen christen. Gewoon in mijn fantasie de zus van Je zus.

Ik ben een dochter van Ra. Ik draag de energie van aartsengel Rafael. Ik sta onder bescherming van Osiris en ik maak me altijd zorgen over de mensheid. Ik ben een zwak weksignaal. Een ongemotiveerde medewerker. Ik ben een deserteur. Ik ben bang om alles verkeerd te doen, en daarom kies ik ervoor om niks te doen. Ik ben gevlucht van mijn taken als beschaafde burger. Ik ben overgelopen. Ik ben in de schulden bij de Duivel. Demonen herkennen mij en weten dat ik sommige verleidingen niet kan weerstaan. Ze fluisteren mij hun kwade plannen toe. Ik ben niet sterk genoeg om te vechten tegen het kwaad dat in mij zit.

Ik ben passief agressief. Ik ben een slachtoffer. Als er in de strijd een mogelijkheid is, schiet ik mezelf eerst. Ik ben blij als anderen winnen. Ik ben jaloers dat ik groen zie, maar ik zie anderen graag winnen. Ik ben oprecht. Ik praat graag over mijn gevoelens. Ik ben boos soms. Zo boos dat zich in mijn hoofd een filmpje afspeelt van hoe ik iemand zou vermoorden. Ik geef toe dat ik soms haat gevoelens koester. Haat waarbij ik me kan voorstellen hoe ik iemand vermoord, in stukken snij, laat uitdruppelen en invries. Ik ben zelden in de buurt van bloed geweest sinds ik leef, maar ik kan me voorstellen dat ik iemand, kook, eet of aan mijn honden voer.

Ik ben niet vegetarisch. Ik ben dankbaar. Ik ben dankbaar dat ik niet over zulke krachten bezit. Ik droom over het bestaan van magie. Maar ook ben ik dankbaar. Anarchie is wat zou ontstaan als magie zou toenemen. Vrede is niet haalbaar. Ik zal op zoek moeten naar de steen der wijsheid en het levenselixer. Ik ben een leerling geworden. Ik heb nog een lange weg te gaan. Ik hoop dat ik de volgende keer dat ik leef een beter mens zal zijn. Een gezond mens. Halverwege mijn verhaal ben ik Nederlands gaan typen.

Ik heb ook een fantasierijke verklaring over wat ik hier ben komen doen, maar daar zal ik mezelf vanavond niet mee vervelen.

Mijn excuses voor de aarzeling. Sorry dat ik niet meteen antwoord gaf op de vraag. Mijn brein had even de tijd nodig om het meest correcte antwoord te vinden. Ik schaamde me, om te zeggen dat ik het niet weet. Misschien wou hij gewoon weten hoe ik heet.

Regenbogen en eenhoorns,

RozZ

Oh, ik zou ze bijna vergeten. Een paar van mijn helden zijn Medusa de woestijn vrouw, Joan d’Arc en Liberty, Statue of Liberty. Ik zou zo graag een heel verhaal over hun vertellen. Maar goed.

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fractallogic · 2 years

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Feeling kind of crappy and I know it’s because of the immune response and sore arms from getting two vaccines at once and having a chomped-upon finger and being stressed and probably also because of the KFC-induced heartburn but like. CMON.

Also I kind of want to blame the blah-ness of today on my nightmare last night (which tbf kinda freaked me out when it was still dark and I woke up from it, and also still weighed on me in the morning so I spent extra time sleeping and comforting myself on my phone, so it really did make a very slow start to the day), because that’s what happens when I die in a dream, which is BELOW because EVERYONE loves to read about other people’s dreams (and I’m on mobile, so no cuts) (sorry not really sorry, I think j and k still work to skip to the next/previous post)

It started off as a department potluck (like a prospie party, but also some kind of celebration for a small seminar class?) and got going when one of the dude profs goes “hey who wants to go to [restaurant I can’t remember the dream name of]?? Dinner’s on me!” and for some reason when I decide to go he takes me aside and is like “just so you know it’s all like, hunted meat, like game and stuff” and I’m like yeah that’s fine, I really like venison and rabbit and elk and stuff, and he’s like “okay great! Also don’t forget to bundle up; it’s very cold.” And I’m like well I was going to anyway (but I can’t find my HEAVIEST coat, which I thought in the dream was fine because my irl winter coat is warm enough, but man, if the RUSSIAN prof is saying that, he fuckin KNOWS about winter), so …yeah?

A bunch of us go for a walk and in dream fashion we arrive at this restaurant, which is kind of shabby, dark, poorly lit mainly with lanterns and very dim lights, and was not only previously in an old house, but also still very much decorated like an old house that oop—happened to have a long table set with questionable-looking meat and side dishes with flies around them. I was like well. fine. I guess I’m glad I already ate at the potluck because… this game was hunted and then apparently not refrigerated. Russian prof is like “oh yeah let me take you on a tour! But stay close, it’s a weird place.”

Turns out what he means by that is that the house exists in several different dimensions and when you go through a door once, it leads one place, and when you go through the same (or identical-looking!) door, you could also very well go in another direction. At this point I’m feeling very perturbed, but I keep following the group and stay close to the prof because he clearly knows where he’s going. Everyone is silent.

At some point we come across a guy with long shaggy blonde hair, who alternates between looking like the townie I had a huge crush on in college (and also a very mutual and enthusiastic fwb thing) and the blonde guy specifically in his first-season character in American horror story. I am delighted and am like “hey!! You live here?! Why haven’t I seen you around?!” And he’s just like “eh, you know me, I hang out at night, like always.”

In dream time it’s been a truly bananas amount of time to be “gone for dinner”, which I recognize and absolutely do not care about because I’m chatting with everyone and have lost track of most of the group except for blonde guy and maybe four other people. At some point I go “wait where’s Russian prof??” And someone opens a door and is like see? He’s at the dinner table, he’s fine. And indeed, he’s eating, chatting with some people I don’t know, looks like he’s having a great time. I had been starting to feel edgy and still don’t feel awesome, but calm down a little.

Another few dream hours pass and I’m like listen, it’s day out, I definitely have to get home and take care of the cat—also why don’t I feel hungry? And blonde guy has left, and the other people in the group are like oh yeah huh, we should probably leave. They’re talking about splitting up to find a way out, which I do NOT like. I stay with the larger part of the group, which is a couple other people and me. We have a well-put-together dream montage of us going up and down stairs, opening doors, crossing some water at some point, going through backyard and stuff, and we never seem to get back to the front of the house. I DO NOT LIKE THIS. There seems to be blood on the walls and the house gets dirtier and dingier as we keep going.

Eventually we get to the front room, where the food still looks intact, like no one ate it, but is definitely rotting. Blonde guy, breathless, runs up to us and asks us what we’re doing. We’re leaving, we say. He’s like, well, that’s not going to happen. But listen, follow me.

He takes us to the backyard, which is shaded by HUGE trees. He does something that makes us realize that he himself can’t leave, and he gets hurt pretty badly if he tries to go out of the shade. I joke and ask him if he’s a vampire. Not quite, he says, but it’s not all that far off.

Time passes; the other two or three people in the group are gone, and it’s just me and the blonde boy. I’m resigned to it somehow and am like okay, so it’s us now?? I have some clothes back at the potluck house, so can I have them here? And he’s like oh yeah, you should hang them up. And suddenly I have a bag with six shirts and three pairs of jeans, and one of the trees has actually been fashioned into a closet. The catch is that I have to pass slightly out of the shade to get the clothes. I do this without thinking, but notice that I get very tanned, kind of like the skin on a rotisserie chicken.

Blonde boy looks angry. He hangs up all my clothes for me silently and brusquely. I ask him what’s going on, and he’s like “I told him not to fucking do this, you’re not supposed to be here”, and I’m like wait, what do you mean, are you mad at me?? And he’s like “no, not at you, I’m mad at him, I can’t believe he just brought you here and didn’t tell you. You need to follow me right now.” The dream sense tells me that Russian prof is watching and is Not Happy that he’s been found out.

Blonde boy tells me to trust him, even if it seems strange. He walks very quickly in a straight line, backyard to what would be a front door if the house were a normal house. I follow him, trying not to get left behind. I notice I’m going faster and faster, just like he is, but not out of breath. I also notice that we’re walking through mesh that starts out chain-link-fence-sized and gets smaller with every iteration, and I’m cartoonishly chopped into cubes by the mesh that imperfectly reform as I keep walking (and also dream-sensibly know that blonde boy isn’t being chopped into cubes). He tells me “one more, that’s it”, I feel Russian prof closing in behind me, I walk through colander-sized mesh, I hear blonde boy say “oh shit”.

I realize that this was the last one for me, whatever way the blonde boy meant (dream-sense told me that it was basically like a screen door exiting the house—if I got through it, I was free), because I wasn’t reforming. I was instead sort of a mass of goo free-falling through a long hole and realized that this was death, and could also feel a parting between my physical self and my consciousness. I landed at the bottom of the abyss, just for a second, and could feel the parting of my soul and body. I could only feel the body after that, but it was completely limp, relaxed, and the last sensation I had was sheer contentment and peace. I noticed the weight in my limbs and zoomed out to a third-person view, where I could see a sort of pixelated pile of like, red top half (shirt) and blue bottom half (jeans) and some skin-colored parts. I stayed in that third person view for a few seconds/minutes(?) of complete silence and stillness, and then I woke up.

So it was WEIRD while it was happening, to go from terror to suddenly a release and peacefulness and “oh okay I’m dying” to like… “yeah there’s just nothing, just a container, a broken body”. While it was happening, I really remembered and felt the sudden peace and relaxation and silence, but when I woke up, all I could feel was the mounting terror and sense of doom. I was able to get back to sleep by remembering the peace and contentment, but that impending doom stayed with me for hours after I finally actually did wake up.

I have very mixed feelings about it, because usually the interpretation is that you’re feeling like there’s a huge and inevitable change coming, and in this case, I probably feel okay about it, but also CAN I PLEASE STOP DYING IN MY DREAMS??? The other time I died and it felt this real was when I was sixteen, and it was so vivid that I ended up writing a novella based on it for my creative writing classes. It was terrifying and I was being killed by my abusive bf.

But also maybe it’s me just mentally preparing myself for my mom’s death. I imagine that it will, in fact, feel like a sudden feeling of contentment and peace and departure from anything negative she’s feeling. While I was falling down the abyss, I realized death wasn’t something to be afraid of, just that it was a sudden absence of everything else around you, and it could be very pleasant. It was a relief after the uncertainty, anxiety, and terror I was feeling leading up to it.

At least it aligns with how I feel about death in my conscious mind. There aren’t really any surprises there, except for how my subconscious just decided to fucking demonstrate it for me.

NOT FEELING TOO KEEN ON GOING TO SLEEP TONIGHT. In case you were wondering.

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