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Dust Volume 8, Number 8

A few of us have been struggling with life lately—illness, job turmoil, elderly parents, money problems—so we’ve been, perhaps, a bit less prolific than usual. This Dust is the shortest one in a while, but let’s not let brevity be a turn-off. Here are polished vault raps, acoustic guitar blues, classic jazz, ear-busting metal, African desert dreams, indie pop and nouveau grunge records, mostly enjoyed, mostly recommended by Jennifer Kelly, Patrick Masterson, Bill Meyer, Jonathan Shaw and Justin Cober-Lake.

03 Greedo and Mike Free — “Drop Down (Feat. KenTheMan)” (Alamo)

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The best we can hope for is that 03 Greedo gets out in 2023 on good behavior, but the man born Jason Jamal Jackson isn’t thinking about shortcutting his 20-year sentence stuck in a Texas prison like that. In the space where you thought 2018’s God Level would be a coup de grâce and his legacy forever relegated to jail phone freestyles and unfinished Instagram snippets, Greedo — or the people he’s entrusted to be him in the meantime, anyway — has found ways to keep his name in the game via a steady stream of projects (including Kenny Beats and Travis Barker collaborations) that will shortly include fellow Angelino Mike Free, DJ Mustard acolyte and co-producer of Tyga’s “Rack City,” among others. “Drop Down,” which also features the flavor of Northside Houston rapper Ken TheMan, is one of those earworms that self-evidently shows why the streets still scream the new album’s title. Say it loud, say it proud: Free 03.

Patrick Masterson

Botch — “One Twenty Two” (Sargent House)

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And there etched into Tacoma’s forest timber read the words last touched in 2002: Set apart, great divides… but as with so much else culturally two decades later, not so great that mathcore luminaries Botch couldn’t reunite for this one-off born out of quarantine frustrations and snowballing what ifs. It’d be a mistake to look at this as anything more than impermanent, a glimpse through a keyhole of another world full of satisfying returns and flooding nostalgia, but anyone old enough to recognize the significance of “One Twenty Two” should appreciate it for existing at all. It’s a little slower, a little lurchier than you might expect from the Washington quartet, but Dave Verellen’s scorched vocals retain their power and the energy is there. Some days you wonder why it is you keep waking up to an orb falling apart; some days you get an answer back from the cosmos urging you not to throw in the towel just yet. It’s good to have them back for a fleeting moment, anyway.

Patrick Masterson

D.C. Cross — Hot-Wire the Lay-Low: Australian Escapist Pieces for Guitar (Self-Release)

Hot-wire the Lay-low (Australian escapist pieces for guitar) by D.C Cross

D.C. Cross has a lilting, breezy way with the acoustic blues guitar, his tunes unspooling with a lightfingered (and light-footed) grace. It’s fitting then that he wrote those songs during an itinerant year crisscrossing New South Wales during the second year of COVID. The place names, then, are a little different from the usual—Cootamundra and South Albury instead of Memphis or St. Louis—but sound will resonate with fans of Jack Rose, William Tyler and Glenn Jones. These are traveling songs in love with motion. “Stolen Police Car Down the Great Western Highway” has a fluid, onward rushing bravado, its flurries and forays of picking offered in service of a wide-horizon groove. “At Night Those Mountains Disappear” turns ruminative, leaving space for introspection as the dusk falls. Cross didn’t stay for long in any single place, but he let the essence of each locality seep into himself and his music. “Birthday Dread” is maybe the loveliest of a lovely bunch, its quick bursts of picking erupting out of serene melody, just touched with melody. The crossroads has always held a place in the way we imagine the blues, but no one which crossroads, did they?

Jennifer Kelly

Miles Davis Quintet — Live Europe 1960 Revisited (Ezz-thetics)

It’s possible to assess this album without hearing it. If you’re a more than casual fan of the Miles Davis-John Coltrane partnership, you probably already have this music, either on Volume 6 of the Legacy Bootleg Series or on actual bootlegs. And if you’ve been paying attention he last few years, you probably already have taken a position on the Ezz-thetics label’s practice of taking post-bop and free jazz masterpieces from the mid-20th century, repackaging them with new art, new annotation (respect to Dusted’s Derek Taylor for his work on this volume), reorganized track listings, and giving the sound the most presence-enhancing buff that the 21st century can currently provide.

But what’s the fun in not listening? This music, taken from the beginning and the end of the tour that would put a full stop on that epic alliance, is a torch lit by aesthetic tension and blazing with the diverse passions that fired said tensions. Miles, abetted by most of his band, was going into a slick phase, presenting his modal ideas in streamlined fashion. And Coltrane was ready to take that concept as deep as it could go. They were both right, but no stage could contain their contradictions for long. Framed by versions of “So What,” played at a pace similar to the original on Kind Of Blue, this five-track collection distills the tour’s drama quite irresistibly.

Bill Meyer

Grotesqueries — Haunted Mausoleum (Caligari Records)

Haunted Mausoleum by GROTESQUERIES

Nuthin fancy, folks — just 17 minutes of rip-snortin’ Metal ov Death, with one ear on the Swedish old school and another on early British speed metal’s tough and dirty tonality. That’s an appealing combination, and Grotesqueries are clearly having a good time with it, in spite of their songs’ titles: “Flesh Prison” sounds like a long night with bad gas, “Gortician” sounds like an obscure species of squash (until you catch the pun). And so on. Drummer Yianni Tranxidis is the band’s principal force and provides the gruesome aesthetic vision, and this reviewer has to note that his skills with beating the skins outstrip his banal, horror-culture-derived enthusiasms for gross-out violence and human depredations. If you can put up with the exhausted and “evil” themes, the songs are fast, thumping and vicious. Check out the opening minute of “Gortician,” which shifts gears a few times without losing its headlong quality or the layer of fetid ditchwater that covers it. Pretty stinky, dudes. More, please.

Jonathan Shaw

Hellrazor — Heaven’s Gate

Heaven's Gate by Hellrazor

Given how important they seemed at the time, it’s a little puzzling how few bands really sound like Nirvana. Hardly anyone gets the alchemy that Cobain & co. worked with the combination of careening, unhinged but tuneful melodies, noise-blistered guitars and assaultive bass and drums, though the constituent parts are everywhere. But here’s one. Hellrazor the nouveau grunge outfit led by Michael Falcone (drummer for Speedy Ortiz and Ovlov, but here on guitar) gets a lot of that wild, manic-depressive sweetness, that obliterating guitar force right. Heaven’s Gate is the band’s second full-length, after a raft of singles, EPs and cassettes stretching back to about 2016, and it is fuzzily, annihilatingly glorious, i.e., it smells a lot like teen spirit. The best cuts are the super-heavy, feedback bending “Landscaper,” which swaggers like a giant metallic beast, and “Jello Stars” which runs MBV’s guitar blurs into shimmering walls of noise-y mayhem, then parts the curtains for slack shoegaze-y song-ful-ness. There are some goofy spoken word bits bracketing the music, but the songs speak for themselves from the Sonic Youth-riffed (and appropriately named) “Big Buzz” to the Roboto-funked, cartoon voiced “All the Candy in the World.”

Jennifer Kelly

Jones Jones — Just Justice (ESP-Disk’)

Just Justice by Jones Jones

The search engine-stymying name of this trio obscures, among other things, the formidable proliferation of instrumental skill and improvisational understanding gathered under its banner. Bassist Mark Dresser (Anthony Braxton Quartet, Trio M,), sopranino / tenor saxophonist Larry Ochs (ROVA Saxophone Quartet, Maybe Monday, Spectral), and drummer Vladimir Tarasov (Ganelin Trio, Moscow Coposers Orchestra) each pull together the full package an individual sound, an encyclopedic grasp of past musical advances, and a capacity to tune into the moment’s action. They also possess a decade and a half of collaboration, which assures that what you hear on their fourth album isn’t just the sum of their sounds, but an integrated ensemble concept in which microscopic details enhance evolving sonic narratives. This is music that wears its heaviness lightly.

Bill Meyer

Rokia Koné & Jackknife Lee—BAMANAN (Real World)

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Rokia Koné sings with a little sand in the corners, her burnished Malian blues runs scratched up, just a little with a hitch here, a rasp there, so that she sounds both unearthly and very real. Koné once backed up Angelique Kidjo in Les Amazone D’Afrique, and vocally, she shares some of that legendary tribe’s strength. BAMANAN, recorded remotely during the COVID year, pairs her with Jackknife Lee, an Irish producer now living in California, known for shaping the work of U2, Taylor Swift, the Killers and R.E.M. The two never shared physical space while recording this album. Given the two principals, it not surprising that contrast and contradiction is built in. Koné has an elemental, soulful presence; Lee specializes in the sheen and aura of big-time arena pop. So in “Bi Ye Tulonba Ye” the singer calls out lines that could have been written before the industrial age, that would sound perfectly comfortable echoing over miles of empty dunes, while Lee frames her in a shimmering, surreal bed of synths that could have come from The Joshua Tree. The songs vary in their mix of indie pop and afro-blues with “N’yanyan” coming closest to a western-style quiet storm ballad, and “Anw Tile (It’s Our Time)” sounding most undilutedly Malian. “Kurunba” is the club banger with infra-red blasts of synth bass and intricate patterns of hand drums, and an exhilarating communal call and response between Koné and her singers. Lee makes every sound reverberate, especially the drums, which have that Phil Collins-esque, gate-reverbed, realer-than-real punch, creating an uncanny valley for this powerful vocalist to preside over.

Jennifer Kelly

Man Made Hill — Mirage Repair (Orange Milk)

Mirage Repair by Man Made Hill

Unsuspecting listeners, prepare yourselves for a hefty helping of petri dish funk, a sonic concoction as infectious as bacteria, but far less gross. Pop miscreant Randy Gagne – the man behind such bizarre tunes as “Hot 4 Sloth” and “My Accoutrements” – is back with another collection of ectoplasm-flecked ditties. The Hamilton, Ontario-based one-man purveyor of retro-futuristic sleaze is determined to reel you in with his phantasmagoric take on R&B, dance, and lounge music. If this all strikes you as insane, don’t be scared. Gagne has an enticing sense of charisma, so it's best to give in. What you’ll find beneath the faux-sordid exterior is an altruistic family man raised on televised wrestling, Full Moon Entertainment VHS tapes, and other cultural oddities. He's a noise musician with a quirky sense of humor, who’s always had a soft spot for pop music. A freak coincidence brought Gagne into the orbit of Jeremy Greenspan (Junior Boys), and Mirage Repair is the result. The producer gives Man Made Hill’s freaky funk a glistening wax job, polishing away the possibility for any rough edges. Give it a listen and you’ll have Gagne’s earworms penetrating your grey matter for weeks to come. Imagine the stares you’ll get when you sing lines like “take a look at what I brought from the plasma zone / every time you go / you take a piece of meat with you” to yourself in the subway. Doesn’t that image make you smile?

Bryon Hayes

Mystic Charm — Hell Did Freeze Over (Personal Records)

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Amsterdam’s Mystic Charm may be a sort of missing (or at least sorely overlooked) link, between doom metal progenitors like Cirith Ungol and Saint Vitus and the stoner-occult, fuzz-and-snarl antics of Electric Wizard. By the time Dopethrone (2000) put that latter band on the mass cultural map, Mystic Charm had flamed out, disappearing into a smoky (ahem) haze. This new compilation LP includes five tracks from a tentative 2017 comeback session, for which Mystic Charm rerecorded tunes from the planned 1999 Hell Did Freeze Over LP; additionally, you’ll hear five songs from a session in the early 1990s, which issued in the “Lost Empire” 7” single. The tunes and tones all sound pretty familiar now, given the sheer number of occult doom records that have been released, the persistence of Electric Wizard’s dope-infused template and the many imitators that followed in that band’s wake. This record indicates that we should reconsider just whose wake that is. Mystic Charm matches distortion with punch, and check out Rini Lipman’s vocals. She growls and howls with appealing menace. It almost makes you miss the Clinton years.

Jonathan Shaw

Old Million Eye — The Air’s Chrysalis Chimes (Feeding Tube/Cardinal Fuzz)

The Air's Chrysalis Chime by Old Million Eye

When most of the band lived in the Bay area, the psychedelic combo Dire Wolves generated recordings at a rate that another Dusted scribe characterized as “dizzying.” But now that key players are scattered from coast to coast, that rate has slowed to a pace that won’t dent your store of Dramamine. But that doesn’t mean they’ve all just quit. While Jeffrey Alexander courts heads on the east coast, synthesizer and bass player Brian Lucas is keeping the torch lit out west under the guise of Old Million Eye. The seven songs on The Air’s Chrysalis Chimes strive for an effect that condensation achieves naturally in rural meadows on early autumn mornings. They’re light and gauzy, and the harder you look, the more they fade away. But they never disappear; they’re just luring you into an unknown zone. Lead on.

Bill Meyer

Salim Nourallah — See You in Marfa (Palo Santo)

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Salim Nourallah spent much of the pandemic releasing a string of EPs, eventually collected in his the World's Weakest Man box set. It seems like the songwriter would be due for another full-length, but he continues his extended play ways with See You in Marfa. This release has a strange origin, coming out of sessions with The Church's Marty Willson-Piper (the two do, in theory, have an LP coming out at some point). One of their collaborations, “Hold on to the Night,” makes an appearance on this EP, an emblematic marker of Nourallah sounding re-energized. It's a wry sort of party anthem, continuously pushing the dawn away. “Not Back to Sad” offers a surprise collaboration between Nourallah and his brother Faris, which should please long-time fans of the pairing (as should the electric guitar tone on this one). The disc's title track marks its other highpoint. It's a straightforward and catchy love song that Nourallah wrote for his girlfriend seven years ago (further evidence that there's a great album hidden among this string of EPs, though that probably doesn't matter in the digital era). See You in Marfa might be a little bit of a stopgap release, continuing the EP procession, but it doesn't sound tossed off. Nourallah might not have put out an album in four years, but he hasn't lost his momentum during that time either.

Justin Cober-Lake

Julie Odell — Autumn Eve (Frenchkiss)

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Julie Odell has a big strong belt, a kicking band and a way with the giant pop climax, so I’m struggling to figure out why I’m so lukewarm on this album. The Louisiana native borrows the accessible parts from her swampy homeland’s legacy, dotting indie confessionals with blues-y slides, country hiccups and even a few cajun dance moves. Maybe it’s the way she stuffs every factor she can think of that sends big pop songs to the rafters into suitcase-sized songs. Take “Cardinal Feather,” for instance, which combines a thundering, Arcade Fire-style beat, a sauntering blues verse, a flexible, variegated vocal attack and some significant mood changes into its five-minute length. It’s all aimed, clearly, at the feel-good, hands-in-the-air, ecstatic end of the pop spectrum, but it seems like too much thought went into how it would be perceived and too little into how it felt and what it meant. Every one of these songs feels like a late show banger, but you don’t really want a whole album of these. Why not let a few of them just be?

Jennifer Kelly

Plastic Bubble — Enchance (Garden Gate)

Enchance by Plastic Bubble

Plastic Bubble is a giddy, goofy, lo-fi psychedelic pop band out of Kentucky, one that started as a vehicle for Matt Taylor’s solo material but has lately grown into a more collaborative effort. Only two of the 13 tracks on Enchance give him sole songwriting credit. The rest are mostly joint or group efforts, with one solo composition by Elisa McCabe, who joined the band in 2012. These are, generally, keyboard-wheedling, drum-machine pounding, exuberant songs, tinged with a euphoric weirdness, but eminently hummable. McCabe’s “Point the Way,” for instance, hitches dreaming, melancholic melodies to a motorik pump of drum machine, with spiraling curls of several different kinds of keyboards jetting off the main tune. Taylor’s “Listening to Genesis” is barer and more wistful, just a sketch in electric piano and mechanized beat. I hope no one takes this the wrong way, but “Water,” reminds me of Daniel Johnson, with its wide-eyed, whatever-blinks-into-my-head lyrics and muscular, buzzy guitars. It is a little insane, but totally committed to it, which makes all the difference.

Jennifer Kelly

Caitlin Rose — “Black Obsidian” (Pearl Tower)

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You’d be forgiven at this point for thinking the look Caitlin Rose is giving over her shoulder on The Stand-In’s cover was her way of saying goodbye, but “Black Obsidian” suggests the seven-year quiet period between that look and the recordings of her forthcoming and oft-delayed Cazimi was only space with which to live darkly a little. With a sweeping flourish not unlike Echo & the Bunnymen’s “The Killing Moon” outro, Rose skirts gothic decadence in spinning the tale of what she terms an “impossible puzzle,” a corroded relationship where one person’s overworking to show the other what could be with no success. “Is it that you haven't got it in you, or that you just don't want to?” she sings, letting the final word lilt and float like a blown bubble. But we know the same way she does how inevitable obsidian feels in the spaces no one else can see: If you have to ask the question, a sad and terminally pining part of you already knows the answer.

Patrick Masterson

Wolfbrigade — Anti-Tank Dogs (Armageddon)

Anti-Tank Dogs EP by WOLFBRIGADE

The long-running Swedish crust outfit rolls on with this new 7” EP — and “long-running” doesn’t justly represent Wolfbrigade’s stamina and staying power. Jocke Rydbjer, Erik Norberg and the rest of the band are well into their third decade of decrying social injustice and destroying amps. If you haven’t been paying attention, the semiotics of a Nordic hardcore band invoking wolves and martial organization might give you pause, but you should know that in the late 1990s, they changed their name from Wolfpack to avoid any confusion with or perceived support for a Neo-Nazi prison gang using the same moniker. And sure, there’s some cognitive dissonance in a song that takes on the depredations of warfare by alluding to anti-tank weapons. You can hear some echoes from Ukraine, and the West’s provision of lots and lots of Javelin missiles to the Ukrainian military. It’s ambiguous: Putin’s adventurism is repugnant and brutal, but Raytheon and Lockheed Martin are sure raking in the cash. Wolfbrigade has never been particularly interested in subtlety, and like the band, this EP is a blunt instrument. If you’re interested in muscular d-beat with more than a passing interest in death metal’s burly buzz, here’s your late-summer soundtrack.

Jonathan Shaw

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ceruleancattail · 1 month

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Summoning your Familars: Savanaclaw edition

Mystic au

Leona Kingscholar

The air surrounding you grows devastatingly dry, heat burning through your very skin. Static crackles through the air, a sharp sort of sound that stabbed straight into your ears. A husky laugh echoes, raspy yet with a rich quality not unlike aged wine.

A weight presses itself onto your shoulders, fingers endowed with claws grazing over your arm lightly. Casting your glance to the side, you meet a pair of half-lidded emerald eyes, amusement dancing alight within those irises. Barking a laugh, those very same claws trace the curve of your chin, firmly guiding it upwards. Forcing your gaze to fall solely on him.

“Huh, rather bold of you to call me upon such short notice, Master. I was just having such a nice, refreshing nap… when you just had to summon me right then and there….”

He sighs somewhat theatrically, before continuing his drawl:

“Leona Kingscholar, Komainu.

I’ll be expecting you to fully make it up to me personally later, my Master.”

Ruggie Bucchi

You see shadows, darting in and out of your vision. Dancing around your form, ghastly beings of darkness with rows of razor sharp teeth, curved into a dastardly grin.

Laughter echoes eerily around you, with manic glee. They slink around, never staying still long enough for you to get a good look, yet move slow enough for you to be acutely aware of their presence.

Shifting, waxing and waning like a candle’s flame. Before a pair of hands reach out, cupping your face within their warmth. You’re greeted with a toothy grin , sharpened fangs gleaming menacingly with the faint light. Ruggie Bucchi, his eyes crinkled with his smile. He laughs at your surprise, a lovely boyish sound that went straight into your heart.

“Surprised? You were the one who summoned me, Master!

You can’t be this shocked when I pop out of nowhere, not when you were the one who called me here. Although I can’t say that face doesn’t look cute on that mug of yours-

Just kidding! Aw, don’t be too mad. I do genuinely think you’re cute. Ruggie Bucchi, Komainu.

So, what’cha want from me today?”

Jack Howl

A fresh, resinous, woody sort of smell wafts through the air. The smell of pines, encased in their wooden armour. You can hear the wind howling, a mournful, lonely sound. Rushing through your hair, chilling your skin. The temperature drops rapidly, leaving you cold and trembling, clutching at your own arms in order to preserve some semblance of body heat. Your breath comes out in a white wisp, vanishing right before your eyes.

Yet as it vanishes, something materialities in front of you. Jack Howl, your familiar. He drops onto a knee, almost like a knight, paying their respects to their sire.Yet he’s back up almost immediately. Jack’s eyes are bright as he looks at you, tail wagging away behind him. Upon seeing your shivers, he’s sheepishly sliding an arm around your shoulders, cautiously pulling you closer to him.

“Is this alright, Master? I’m sorry about the cold…. You don’t mind? That’s a first.

I’m warm enough to make up for it? Well… I… Urm…. You can snuggle closer, if you want… not that I’m opposed to it… Urm.

ANYWAYS! Jack Howl, Komainu! At your service, and your beck and call.

What are your orders, my master?”

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #Leona kingscholar #Leona #Leona x reader #Leona kingscholar x reader #Ruggie bucchi #Ruggie bucchi x reader #Ruggie #Ruggie x reader #Jack #Jack howl #Jack howl x reader #Jack x reader #mystic au #lucky charm 🔷

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bruderdeslichtsblackmetal · 2 years

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MYSTIC CHARM to release special collection thru PERSONAL RECORDS featuring two cult EPs

http://bruderdeslichts.com/mystic-charm-to-release-special-collection-thru-personal-records-featuring-two-cult-eps/

#MYSTIC CHARM #black metal

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toenteryourmountain · 2 years

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#tunes #mystic charm #Spotify

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maiden-mystic · 5 months

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majokkotrashillustrations · 1 year

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The gangs all here! V and Ray have finally been added to my MM tamagotchi charm line up 😍

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431989 · 2 months

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more resident alien posting. predictions... spoilers so beware

well. i'm upset that the shows going to have a difficult time having more serious scenes now. and that's probably what it's going to try and set itself up for.

i reaaaally would have loved to see this show do something ACTUALLY different and good. by different i mean in terms of writing and not necessarily drifting from source material. yes i'm still sour over last ep, but i wouldn't be AS sour if everyone on the show didn't treat harry and asta's relationship as "mother and child." and also if the show didn't take such a nose dive into the type of comedy it's putting out.

ALSO? IN A RECENT INTERVIEW? Sheridan going on to state that harry would lose his first """love""" (more like lust. awesome that a show trying to teach human emotion gets those two things mixed up) and then realize there's love everywhere or something? why does this feel like "weird" people are forever left to the role of outcasts. already fucked it up once i guess the guy's trying to fuck it up more. could've just left it at "he'll lose his first love, then he will have to reconcile with his feelings." but he had to drop in that last corny bit.

like. the show's source is already good. i don't understand all these decisions they're making to try and make it seem "unique." and now to get numbers back they're dumbing it way down. WHICH. BY DOING SO. HOW ARE YOU GOING TO HAVE YOUR DRAMA? like how am i supposed to take anything seriously in the show. i *could* in season 1 and parts of season 2, but now it's just whatever. it's too goofed up for me to care. and now people who love the goofy won't give two shits about whatever message you want to drop or plot you want to develop. i dont give a shit about the greys!!! i dont care what theyre doing!!!! who gives a fuck if theyll blow up the earth. none of the characters really care anymore either. oh well!!!

also, predictions kind of. i'm not trying to say this will be the be all end all but it certainly could be a turn the show takes. in one of the issues of the comic (suicide blonde i think), harry is investigating the "suicide" of a woman. by the end of the issue, he catches up with her ex-lover and ex-roommate. they were both ladies. and the girl who died had a drinking problem btw. and was constantly seeing boys. i'm all for gay couples on screen as a gay guy myself but it'll feel so cheap to pair darcy and asta together despite the way theyve been played on screen. maybe its doable. i don't know. but i genuinely could care less considering the overall tone of the show's drifted more towards a sitcom than anything else. i think the small handful of 40+ year old gay wine moms would probably love it, but the vast majority of viewers wont. either they'll hate it and say it's forced diversity (there's already people saying that about the gay couple on screen this past episode) or it'll be another nothing moment to a further nothing story. if anything it'd feel one step removed from tokenization, considering they see harry as a manchild. ableism! show's trying to seem fucking wholesome but they can't be bothered to care about their nd viewers. like "haha look we have a main gay couple!!! what do you *mean* our show has rampant ableist tropes, we have a gay couple!"

i'm just so bummed. the show's cornered itself into a sitcom so meaningful moments aren't a thing anymore. plus the comparison of harry to a child is really getting at me. like he's a grown man as a human, and hes a grown alien thing as an alien. it's such a big slap in the face to any person who cherished the witty and unique story telling of the first season... like.... i don't know.... people who would've been fans of the comic too? i have small gripes about the comic, but at least it takes itself more seriously. but the show runners haaate the people who read the comics. why? i dont know. well maybe i do know. probably seen as too nerdy and weird for their idea of the show's viewerbase. despite the fucking basis of the show being weird and nerdy.

they couldve done the darcy asta thing better if they do go down that road. i'm just saying i wouldn't be surprised. they already scared off everyone who would've cared for something like that, so i don't know how they'll manage to find an audience that cares. everything in s1 was so organic and felt real!!!!! now its just!!! nothing!!!!!!!!!!

im also thinking about the fact that after posting that one resident alien drawing i did, i've had to block tons of people because they're freaks. loud and proud conservatives. man this shit sucks.

#resident alien #ra posting #sorry this one's kind of long #i'm still mad #i'll still keep up i guess out of spite #no i'm not paying for shit either LOL #i'll also clarify that i was in a sleepy daze when reading the comic #so i could've glazed past some things or the connection i made in my sleepy daze might not make sense now #which do correct me on that #but buhhhhh #whatever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#god forbid a guy have meaningful development in a show he cares about!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#also for anyone tempted to read the comic its written by two english guys so. keep that in mind i guess.#this is alllllll making me want to make my own thing #guhh #tbvh the show took out a lot of the comics... mysticism... but then the show shat all over the work they did to make it real and charming #flanderization hit it hard #feels way more tokeny. and also harry atp is nothing more than described as a manchild #EDITTING IN THE TAGS THEY DID CALL EACH OTHER FAMILY DIDNT THEY #technically they hadnt done that yet for asta and harry on screen i dont think but the interviews are still there #god what a mess

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sheepsdreamworld · 1 year

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I-I-It's...coming - back...

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mystic messenger fanart #mystic messenger art #ray mystic messenger #ray mysme #mystic messenger saeran #saeran choi #mysme saeran #i really like the idea that ray could have long-ish hair like this with cute little curls!#he'd look even more of a charming gentleman!#he'd want to look as handsome as possible and i would be utterly enthralled if he looked like this;;;#but that's my interest in history coming through XDDD #what do you guys think of this design? :D ;;

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maidenmystic · 9 months

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suprntrals · 2 months

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❝ I CANNOT TAKE THIS ANYMORE. SAYING EVERYTHING I'VE SAID BEFORE. ALL THESE WORDS, THEY MAKE NO SENSE. I FIND BLISS IN IGNORANCE. LESS I HEAR, THE LESS YOU SAY. YOU'LL FIND THAT OUT ANYWAY.❞ - One Step Closer, Linkin Park.

#SUPRNTRALS. an independent, private, highly selective, multi-muse original character blog. featuring the original character Addison Gray and a host of others. This blog is multiverse, multi-ship, and cross-over friendly. Established March 2024. Written and Loved by Ash / Ashheart. Mun is 21+ and goes by she & her pronouns. Please read my google document before interacting.

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khlegacynexus · 6 months

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Getting on the Cowboy PeePaw Trend before it completely dies

Both a Textless and Text version. They’re both outlaws and in a Dog eat eat Dog world I’d imagine that one outlaw would bag another for a quick buck. Also the Government where this take place is Tyrannical and corrupt

#rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise mikey #rise alopex #peepaw multiverse #peepaw mikey #meemaw alopex #cowboy #cowgirl #bounty hunter #flirting #Mikey is a menace but is still Charming to Krysta #mystic prodigy propaganda #PeePaw Cowboy trend #ColdFire

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askdannysroleswapau · 3 months

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hey gumball! what's your favorite thing to do? (｡･ω･｡)

(legal disclaimer i do NOT endorse trespassing please be responsible and stay out of trouble)

Voidball works very hard to be good at parkour and gymnastic stuff so they can pull off super flashy stunts during their fights with Robin.

would've had this one done yesterday but i've been hit with the nastiest cold known to man so i cant really draw right now. blast!! at least i have this time to plan some stuff out :)

#i like urban exploring in the sense that i think grungy old buildings have a sort of mystical charm that we dont rlly see a lot anymore #like there aren't a whole lot of crumbly stone ruins lying around for people to hike to or talk about or hang out in #and like an ecological niche abandoned buildings step forwards to fulfill that role #shame its technically trespassing and therefore illegal. i shall admire the findings of other urban explorers from a distance #anyways. consider this little shop of horrors gag an homage to the show i was working while rotating this au in my brain <3 #the amazing world of gumball #tawog #danny's roleswap au #drsau #voidball #voidball drsau #ask box

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ceruleancattail · 28 days

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Summoning your Familars: Octavinelle Edition

Mystic AU

Mizuchi- water dragon/ serpent

Koromodako- octopus-like yōkai

There’s a certain tension crackling in the air. The brief moment of silence from both sky and sea, before they both whip up into a frenzy. A storm, fast approaching. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see a serpent like shadow slipping in and out of sight, turquoise fins peeking out like a shark’s.

A warning of what… no. Who was to come. Right after you finish that thought, a weight crashed into your back. You’re tackled by a pair of lanky arms, scales glistening like mirages in the light. They were cold, chilling whatever they touched to the very bone. Those arms wrap around you, squeezing tight. Before you’re lifted right off your feet, cradled in the same pair of arms.

You come face to face with a pair of mismatched eyes, the effect of which was disorienting. A wide, toothy grin beamed at you, canines sharp as daggers.

“What’s up, shrimpy?

Ah, right. I’m supposed to call ya Master now, huh? You’re a little too weak though, to be called master… but don’t ya’ worry your head off now!

I’m right here now, aren’t I? Floyd Leech, the Mizuchi~ So if any one gives ya trouble, just holler my name, and I’ll come running just for ya.

Aw, did that make your lil’ shrimpy heart go pitter patter? You’re a cute one, Master.”

A chill races its way up your spine. This cold settles in your very veins, slowly creeping through your body. Freezing whatever it touches in a delicate layer of frost and ice. A laugh echoes through the air, tinged with cruel amusement, a mocking sort of sadism leaking through every echo. Reminiscent of the deadly temperature at the bottom of the ocean, both cold and cruel.

You feel eyes staring at you from every side, the gaze of a predator boring into your skin. Marking you as prey, as something to chase down and sink both tooth and fang in. In the midst of all these emotions, a chill presses against your shoulder. A hand, claws grazing ever so slightly against your skin.

You turn, only to come face to face with an eerily mismatched set of eyes. A placid smile dancing across his lip, quirking upwards slightly at your trembling arms. A hand brushes along the curve of your chin, gently tilting it upwards.

“You’re trembling like a leaf, my dear master. What’s the matter? The cold’s too much for you?

Oh dear, I always forget how… delicate you humans were. Well, feel free to huddle a little closer, don’t be shy. I am your familiar, after all.

Jade Leech, Mizuchi. At your service now and forever, my master.”

Your shadow seems to have a life of its own. Swaying from side to side, waxing and waning like the waves of the sea. It bubbles right before your feet, pitch-black tendrils stretching out, snaking around anything they could touch.

A breeze whips around your torso, carrying with it a familiar smell. The scent of a lonely morning by the seaside, a fresh start to a new day. Gently, your hand’s coaxed upwards by the breeze, only to be held by a gloved hand. A pair of mist grey eyes meet yours, amusement dancing within his gaze. Locks of silver curl down the side of his face, framing it perfectly. Much like a painted masterpiece, hung up for display for all to see. A gentle kiss was pressed into your knuckles. A light, fleeting touch, much like the kiss of the ocean, lapping against the shore.

He doesn’t let go of your hand afterwards. Slyly, his fingers slip downwards, sliding into yours. Intertwining your hand within his, a gentle pulse beating in time with yours.

“The benevolent, most wonderful Koromodako, Azul Ashengrotto humbly at your service.

Now, what poor, unfortunate soul is in need of my services? Oh, I didn’t mean you, Master… although you do seem a little more fatigued of late. Perhaps a rest is in order? I’ll take very good care of you… for an appropriate price, of course.

I jest. Rest easy, my Master.

I’m here now.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #Floyd leech #Floyd #Floyd leech x reader #Floyd x reader #Jade leech #Jade leech x reader #Jade #Jade x reader #Azul ashengrotto #Azul #Azul x reader #Azul ashengrotto x reader #lucky charm 🔷#mystic au

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