#averno musicals

[constantly-confused-queer]

Just found out that I almost joined a goddamn cult back in 2020. What the fuck

#my partner sent me a video of an artist we like talking about averno and their experience working in it #amd like. i listened to avernos music. i almost joined that summer camp #i wanted to join their summer camp #i dont remember why i didnt #i was part of the community. like. i interacted with others who liked the music #i almost joined a cult #what. like just. what #what the fuck #this is gonna take so long to process #I speak

[drondskaath]

Saevus Finis | Facilis Descensus Averno | 2024

Portuguese Death Metal

Artwork by Pedro Mau

#Saevus Filis #Facilis Descensus Averno #Portugal #Portuguese Death Metal #Death Metal #Dissonant Death Metal #music #band #art #artwork #artist #Pedro Mau #Transcending Obscurity Records #TOR #Bandcamp

[atripandahalf]

cw// averno

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if anyone has any recordings of any of the old (now lost) averno songs - specifically the dazed album - could you please send it to me? i'm working on a project but all the averno content seems to have been purged from the internet, which i fully support but is also frustrating from a collection standpoint!

#averno #musicals #lost media

[the-grape-entity]

Shoutout to whoever uploaded the entire Willow: A New Musical soundtrack to soundcloud

#I bow at your feet #willow: a new musical #studio averno #musical theatre

[dyketennant]

about to go to an mfa reading featuring the person who created averno (that cult-like universe of musicals that turned out to be really shitty) do y’all want anything while i’m out

#averno #but yeah they (now ro smith) goes to my school #took me a while to figure it out bc they moved across the country and changed their name #this is the most fun i’ve had in ages #can’t wait to see what they say when asked about their background

[jazbaaati]

Orpheus who said “Help me find Eurydice.”

Then the music began, the lament of the soul watching the body vanish.

Louise Glück, “Fugue” from Averno.

#orpheus and eurydice #louise glück #poetry

[scentedinksandwhackedseals]

I was just thinking about the averno lyrics

“If you were lonely give it up cause here we are/ This is the kind of love that doesn’t break your heart”

versus the boygenius lyrics

“You could absolutely break my heart/ That’s how I know that we’re in love”

when, in bittersummer, the averno musical, that love does end up breaking the main character’s heart when all his friends leave him behind. when the boys are still friends after all these years, when they haven’t broken each other’s hearts, when they’re still together, still a band, still breaking everyone’s hearts in the best way. when averno did break my heart and the hearts of so many people while the boys have only healed all of our hearts and made us feel seen.

the love of friendship can break your heart just as much as romantic love can because it’s just as powerful. admission of vulnerability does not doom a relationship, in fact it can strengthen it.

anyway.

#ignore me #boygenius #whacked seal posting #we’re in love

[ao3-kintou]

Hi there! I love all of your writing- especially homesick, which is my ultimate comfort fic. I read it whenever I'm feeling burnt out and sad, and it gently rocks me back to a balanced state. I was looking through your posts, and I can see that you're really inspired by poets, writers, and other literature. I'm curious about what inspires you from other mediums- music, visual art, performance, etc. What are other places you pull from?

Hello! Thank you so much for your ask 😊 Writing Homesick got me through my burn out, so I completely understand. I hope those feelings will pass soon.

I really am! I think that I’ve named a few of the important ones but a musician that inspired me the most is Ichiko Aoba.

For Homesick I read a lot of more traditional Japanese poems, like Bashō, and I really learned to love them (&these days I even write some of my own poems around them). Then there’s amazing women writing about life (emotions, nature, tradition) like Louise Glück (Averno, winter recipes from a collective, a village life etc), Mary Oliver of course and Ada Limón (:

For prose I loved reading The eight mountains (there’s a movie for it too now) while writing! Recently I was very inspired by Giovanni’s room but it’s quite sad (I got upset while reading it).

Then I love the filmmaker Naomi Kawase, especially her works with her grandma in it like: Sky, wind, fire, water, earth & Katatsumori.

Then recently I’ve loved shows that are about silently cooking, or cooking together like Kitchen for singles (on YouTube, short and very calming) or something more cute like Our dining table!

Then I was also inspired a lot by illustrated books like The illustrated guide to Japanese architecture and everyday things! Also I read a lot of illustrated/manga Yokai stories like Onibi, Diary of a yokai ghost hunter, which is fun!

Hope this will give you some fun things to check out! Thank you for your compliment again ❤️🌙

[internal-bleating]

If you ever find out what happened to Sweet Tuesday I GOTTA KNOW??? I’ve been going on like a whole hunt all morning trying to figure it out. YouTube is gone, Amazon music is gone, Spotify is gone, their lyrics are still posted for genius lyrics and their songs are still up on the original Walten files channel but otherwise they’ve just been wiped??? I’ve checked every social media I own and found nothing so if you manage to put it together before I do, don’t be afraid to aggressively come shake me about it because I miss having All I am

I'm just as clueless and at a loss as to how to figure out what happened as you are sadly :(

It's good to know that somone else has noticed cuz I haven't heard a peep from anyone mentioning that Sweet Tuesday's music has vanished. Well, besides you now. Which is a surpise cuz I thought they had a fairly big fanbase and yet, there's nothing in the sweet tuesday tag.

I've also been searching around and checked the news and even checked reddit for anyone saying something about Sweet Tuesday possibly quitting or some other explanation(I hope quitting isn't the explanation I'd miss them ;-;). I'm just praying it's not due to a situation similar to Averno cuz that would suck big time.

I also checked the social medias that were linked to Sweet Tuesday's account and they're both completely empty and blank and that's incredibly worrying. Now, I've never really kept up with any of the socials of my fave bands so idk if they've always been empty and blank but, from what I can gather, I'm guessing for whatever reason Sweet Tuesday's creator has deleted themself from the internet. That conclusion could be wrong idk...

I get how you feel though. I miss listening to Once Again and All I See Is You along with a fair amount of other songs. Some of them are up on youtube on the Walten Files channel yes, but for old records aethstetic reasons, their quality is so so warped compared to the tracks on spotify....

I'll def give you a ping if I do find out. And if you decide to do anymore research, I wish you luck on finding something with crucial info on wtf happened.

#sweet tuesday #pleeeeeeeeeease for the love of whatever tf entity of godly porportion is up there or around here #I just wanna listen to their music agaaaaaaaaaiiiiin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[vandroid-helsing]

Best of 2022

as always, this is stuff I loved in 2022, not necessarily stuff that came out in 2022 (in fact, it's mostly not!). and there'll be a more detailed post on Patreon.

BOOKS & COMICS

Squire, Sara Alfageeh & Nadia Shammas

The Argonautika, Apollonius of Rhodes trans. Peter Green

Scout Is Not A Band Kid, Jade Armstrong

Bestiary Dark, Marianne Boruch

Antigonick, Anne Carson/Sophocles

Flint and Mirror, John Crowley

Devil House, John Darnielle

Universal Harvester, John Darnielle

Vita Nostra, Marina Dyachenko

The Hatch, Joe Fletcher

Averno, Louise Glück

Job: A New Verse Translation, Edward L. Greenstein

The Thin Man, Dashiell Hammett

Heretics of Dune, Frank Herbert 

Iliad, Homer trans. Caroline Alexander 

Skin Folk, Nalo Hopkinson

Uzumaki, Junji Ito

Moon Witch, Spider King, Marlon James 

Footnotes in the Order of Disappearance, Fady Joudah

Ulysses, James Joyce

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, John le Carré

A Desolation Called Peace, Arkady Martine

Salt Fat Acid Heat, Samin Nosrat

The Bull from the Sea, Mary Renault

The Persian Boy, Mary Renault 

Normal People, Sally Rooney

Grief Sequence, Prageeta Sharma

A Frog in the Fall, Linnea Sterte 

Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me, Mariko Tamaki and Rosemary Valero-O’Connell

A Secret Vice, JRR Tolkien ed. Dimitra Fimi

MOVIES

Loser, Urzila Carlson

Everything Everywhere All At Once, Daniels 

Saint Maud, Rose Glass

Promare, Hiroyuki Imaishi

My Neighbor Totoro, Hayao Miyazaki

Withnail & I, Bruce Robinson

Jenny Slate: Stage Fright, Gillian Robinson

Demon Slayer, Haruo Sotozaki

Stalker, Andrei Tarkovsky

Sk8 the Infinity, Hiroko Utumi

Barbarella, Roger Vadim

MUSIC

The Dream, alt-J

Renaissance, Beyoncé 

Hounds of Love, Kate Bush

“Lakes of Canada,” The Innocence Mission

The Loneliest Time, Carly Rae Jepsen

Dance Fever, Florence + the Machine

Mashrou' Leila, just like, in general

“Children of Light II”, Meg Myers

Leak 04-13, Jai Paul

Scheherazade, Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov

Rostam & Sohrab, Loris Tjeknavorian

MISCELLANEOUS

Getting an agent

Homemade baba ghanoush 

Seeing Drawfee live

Attending Tristan und Isolde

The work of Salman Toor

Guesting on The Spouter-inn

#best of

[viscera-vampire-gutz]

so I just saw that the acc I asked this on was inactive so really sorry for that but I also saw that u were a fan of Averno at one point and I wanna say I’m an ex Averno myself but I am going through a point in my life where the music would really help and I was wondering if anyone knows of a way to get some of the songs or to find stuff? Idk I’m going through some junk and need my old comfort music

hey! im not super 100% sure where you can find the music, i thiiiink it may still be up on apple music? or that could be just cause i downloaded willow that i still had access to it. id suggest maybe searching youtube & maybe asking in the exverno discord .

best of luck, hope youre doing alright or will be doing so soon

#averno #tw averno #cw averno

[bumb1e-vee]

Writing commission info

5/200 words

Word limit: 6.5k

What I will write: Lgtb+ romance, fantasy, science, Gore,oc x oc, cannon x oc, furry, violence, multi chapter, I'll also write aus, kinks, nsfw

Will not write: hate speech, non fiction, harmful stereotypes

Same day: >1.5k, 1-4 days, 2k-4k 5-7 days

Fandom I write for: Harry Potter (do not agree with jkr), Percy Jackson, Encanto, Turning Red, Sanders Sides, My Hero Academia, The Owl House, Abbott Elementary, Home Economics, Sanders Sides, Hamilton, Six, Camp Averno, Beetle Juice The Musical, High School Musical The Musical The Series, Good Luck Charlie Marvel, The Black Phone. (There are more so if you don't see a Fandom listed just ask) I also do world building and ocs

I take cashapp and only in USD

Dm me with any questions Half upfront and half after the story is done

#the black phone 2022 #marvel #digital commisions #ao3 writer #writers on tumblr #writing commissions #open commissions #commisions open #taking commisions

[bookwyrminspiration]

Response to an ask from Ophelia:

(this is the continuation of the manipulative person who actually wasn't a person after all)

Hello! Welcome back, also there's no need to apologize, you haven't done anything wrong. I'm sorry to hear that this "person" was close to you; months is a long time to be communicating with someone, especially when it seems to be with the depth of relation you're talking about. To the point that you talked about your paracosm is significant, and I'm so sorry that it was violated in that way. I am so protective of all the information about my own that I can't even begin to conceptualize how awful that would feel because every time I try my brain shuts me down like "nope! that feels very bad we're going to tell no one anything ever so this can't happen!"

It's so personal. Like that is the place your brain goes! When you're stressed, when you're upset, when you're confused, when you're bored. That's your place that no one else can ever touch unless you let them because it's the product of everything you've been and experienced. The ripping your heart out of your chest descriptor sounds accurate. It's not stupid to be upset about that. You trusted this "person" with information very important to you and were lied to the entire time in return, your reaction is justified.

Also you're right that is not what I would've expected to happen. I heard about something similar happening as part of the whole drama with. Shit. What's the name. The. Turned out to be abusive and culty. They had musicals. Averno!! That's the name. One of the many things they did was have accounts for characters in an upcoming musical (?) that were portrayed like real people, meanwhile the whole time it was an act. Not all the people running the accounts were comfortable with it, but it was like some higher up decision and they thought those people were to be trusted. Also I might be mixing up a few details because I didn't look into what happened super specifically, I just kinda kept up because the music was fun and then disappeared and I was curious.

I don't know what those people could've possibly been thinking, thinking it would be fun to create an online persona like that and lie about everything to you. It sounds so complicated and is such an obviously shitty thing to do. There's no version of that that can be justified or explained away. I'm so so sorry you're going through all this. I can't even articulate how disgusted I am by them, so just know that if you ever need anything I'm here and I can try my best to help in any way possible.

If it means anything, I don't think you're overreacting. You let someone in and trusted them, and that trust was betrayed. It's not on you for trusting them, but on them for manipulating you like that. Your reaction is entirely justified, and please take all the time you need to process it and get through it.

And thank you, my anxiety isn't pleasant but I've been dealing with it for years so it's manageable. Emotionally, I am offering you a cup of apple cider through the window. I don't know why I'm outside the window (maybe it's raining?) but that was what I first thought of. Also, can confirm that I am, in fact, one person.

#(for anyone without context this has nothing to do with systems. systems are valid and deserving of support. this is about something else) #quil's queries #ophelia nonsie #colored text #i'm wishing you the best #I hope the move and everything else goes well #and that things start to improve for you #but even if they don't I'll still be here. no matter what #so long as you want me to be

[hopeforkitten]

This is a concept that suddenly became the sweet backstory of my character Itel and her affair with Raphael.

She laughs.

Laughing and spinning in front of him, as if they were on a noisy holiday. But after all... Has this ever happened? If there was music in the background, then for Raphael it turned into an oppressive hum, like a loud noise of blood vessels in his head. Like the surrounding background, it darkens, turns into a storm of black sand and narrows to a single spot, she.

A little bored princess, a pale drow with poor health, is a rather specific case. By the will of fate, her first book was not the teachings of Lolth, but literature about devils, of rather dubious quality. However, this same dubious quality saved her from meeting really ancient creatures. Poems, love stories, adventures, everything that could offer her a line about Baator was highly appreciated by Itel. And the appeal books contained almost absolute heresy.

She even fulfilled the recommendation to brand herself with a soul coin, a trace of which she shyly showed to Raphael. Perhaps he could have easily rid her of such a ridiculous trail.

What was that little head looking for anyway? Companies and participation. If she had a tail, she would have happily waved it at their first meeting. The devil has finally answered her call, hasn't he? His mouse shouldn't know that the ritual didn't work. She signed the first piece of paper he handed her, and was satisfied with only a brief agreement to her foolish desires.

The contract contained clauses about her health. The girl was weak, and all the conditions of the underdark did not make it easier. She was constantly freezing, the heavy cold and damp local air did not suit her, and she was also allergic to mushroom spores, so during their activity life became completely unbearable. And in the climate of Averno, she saw an excellent solution to all these problems: warmth, dryness, even with a sulfurous smell.

Of course, the contract left him the freedom to just throw her out on the battlefield of the Blood War, because there is still a /healing/Averno air.

At first, their meetings were a time of rest for Raphael.  He just took her with him and the naive creature was next to him, like a fawn studying the lion's cave.

Nevertheless, her behavior was a pleasant surprise, Itel had only asked and admired before, but as soon as he changed the situation, the princess began to establish her own rules. It was worth leaving her in the boudoir for an hour and that was it, she would light incense herself, take a bath and apply care products on herself. And ... it turned out to be so pleasant for Raphael. A small, good-smelling hobby, why not. She purred when his hand was in her hair and was so charmingly embarrassed when their faces were dangerously close, as if she had just realized that she was not in her house.

Itel hurriedly pulled away, and remembering the need to get dressed, expressed dissatisfaction with the outfit that was offered to her, and she had already chosen another one in one of the closets. Raphael grinned and let her do so. Her scent reached him, she used his rose oil, but added other light flowers, jasmine and a neutral vanilla spice. There were no flowers in the underdark, but if there had been, they would have smelled like that and very faintly due to the lack of sun.

All the outfits available to her were similar, equally stylish and open, so her choice didn't bother Raphael much.

Itel grimaced thinking about it. Nevertheless, all the dresses were with infernal accents, which could not but please her. She chose the style that seemed to her the softest, dressed and was puzzled by her bare feet.

Is she barefoot and not cold? Unbelievable.

Nevertheless, for the sake of decency, she looked in the closet for short and intricate stockings that were not one-piece and left half of the foot open, which was already enough for convenience.

The girl appreciated the outfit and complimented the devil's taste, while avoiding direct gratitude for the reception.

Raphael expected to just read at these meetings, but Itel used his every look and phrase as a chance to clarify from him what she had read earlier. As a result, most of her literature turned out to be useless and he gave her a large heavy book on the history of Baator. It was not convenient to read her in bed (Surely this is part of an evil plan), so the princess settled down at the table, these were the longest moments of silence with her.

Nevertheless, this book did not provide the devil with peace, she will not run away, and now she wants to do something else. After a few meetings, she came with her hands full of white thread and a crochet hook. Raphael asked a question about her occupation, to which Itel replied with a frown of displeasure, "You avoid dialogue with me, being distracted by your studies, now I will do that too."

Raphael grinned at this almost threat and left everything as it is.

* The video in an accelerated shooting to cheerful music, Raphael sits motionless, and Itel has changed all possible knitting positions, except that she did not climb on his horns*

Before leaving, she tries on a mixture of cobwebs and lace napkins on the table and says that she will process it next time and will be able to leave it.

Itel needs a lot of meetings to be emboldened and distract Raphael from his business to let him know that she is bored. She waves her copy of the contract text in front of him, flows her finger into the points about magic. Well, he has no right to refuse her.

Will you shut me up with a book again? Well, no, now you're going to waste your time on me, devil.

She was clearly bolder in her fantasies. In reality, she was such a lovely puppet, balancing awkwardly on her feet while he guided her hands and voiced instructions somewhere above her head.

Perhaps, for now, she will really make do with dancing lights or will be more independent in her training.

It is the meeting with Raphael that motivates Itel to practice magic and fencing. She will have time to take her first few fencing lessons before leaving the underdark forever and becoming a regular guest of the house of hope.

In his dream, Raphael replays the story of this lovely creature once again and does not notice how her dancing image takes the crown of karsus out of the bag.

She waves it in front of him, teases him, as if putting it on her head, holding it at a finger's distance from her forehead. Well, no, he told her about Karsus' madness, she wouldn't do that, it was just for show.

her dance stops, Itel twirls the crown in her hands and puts it on his head, what a good girl. She walks away again, admiring him (he likes that look so much), looking at him playfully and waiting for him to respond.

I know that this does not suit the right drow at all, but this character is made to write funny lines about the heroes of friends and also transfer the maximum of my traits from real life. I pointed my finger at the sky and got into the fact that drow can handle cobwebs- and I like to work with threads in a bunch of techniques, so I can canonically knit, personally I get 100 points for it.

my friend has a semi-drow character, so we will take care of Kar'niss in 4 hands, after the battle on the roof of the moon towers, and he will live on, and I will cause unknown emotions in people, telling them that the knitted things I gave them are made of threads from kar'niss.

#raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael × oc #my girl Itel #bg3 oc thoughts #bg3 oc

[ihavenoideaw]

EVERYBODY I FOUND THE THING,

It’s supernova by sushi soucy and janeen Garcia, it’s part of the musical album over and out as part the of a three album set released by Averno

#averno

[follame-apolo]

El sol de un nuevo amanecer comenzó a iluminar suavemente el cielo por la línea del horizonte, dejando los primeros tonos anaranjados pintados sobre las nubes, trayendo consigo mismo el empezar de un nuevo día para las profundidades del bosque. El mismo en donde tu alma se encuentra corriendo y existiendo salvajemente, al igual que lo hacen el resto de los animales que están lejos de ser adiestrados por la mano del hombre.

Siendo libre como los pájaros que emprenden el vuelo, venenoso como lo son las serpientes y los arácnidos que anidan entre los arbustos y matorrales, exótico como las plantas que fueron traídas desde otras tierras para plantarlas en estas mismas, hermoso como las flores silvestres que crecen durante la primavera y duran hasta la entrada del otoño.

El sonido que crean los chasquidos de las ramas secas, caídas de los árboles que se encuentran sobre el suelo, son la única sinfonía que dicta el recorrido de tus pasos al caminar. Siendo esta melodía acompañada por el canto de los jilgueros y gorriones que se posan sobre las copas de los árboles, guiadas en ritmo por los silbidos que emite el viento al rozar las hojas y marcando el compás con el tintineo de los cascabeles que llevas por pulseras.

Algunos dicen que es el dulce canto de la propia madre naturaleza, otros, que es la música que provienen de los instrumentos que tocan las ninfas y las musas,mientras las nereidas las acompañan con su melodiosa voz.

Los pocos que han sido afortunados de poder observarte leyendo relajadamente, acostado sobre las encinas; dicen que tienes un aspecto parecido a lo divino, con flores de azahar creciendo entre los mechones rubios de tu cabello, y que de este, sobresale una pequeña cornamenta, similar a las que tienen los cervatillos jóvenes. Con pequeños ramilletes de romero y menta adornados sus extensiones. La tez de tu piel se bañaba en un tono similar al del sol, brillante, dorado, pero cuando la sombra se posaba sobre este, se hacía visibles los matices de ocre rojo que vestían tu piel. Y aun en la noche, tu mirar seguía brillando como dos luceros, dos estrellas permanentes en el alba.

Los más valientes se atrevieron a decir que eras la reencarnación del dios primordial de la caza, el primero que pisó las áridas y desérticas tierras del planeta, aquel que acompañó a la humanidad desde sus inicios y las observó de cerca mientras crecían. El mismo que está pintando en las cavernas rupestres de nuestro pasado.

Y en parte no se equivocaban, pero no eras el mismo que la imagen de antaño, pues al igual que el hombre cambió y evolucionó de generación en generación, hasta olvidarse de ti. Tú hiciste el mismo proceso, cambiando los dones de la caza por los de la escritura, olvidándote de tu hermano el hombre, escondiéndote cada vez más entre las profundidades del bosque conforme pasaban las estaciones y los edificios iban creciendo hasta rozar el cielo con sus estructuras metalizadas y antenas, ocupándolo todo cada vez.

Los clérigos y los que son tontos, te tachan de ser el mismísimo demonio que se escapó del averno y se quedó a vivir en unas de las cuevas escondidas en el bosque, volviéndose uno de sus nuevos vecinos. Alentados por el miedo que provocaba la silueta de tus colmillos que siempre sobresalían de las comisuras de tus labios, y por el color a maldad que se refleja en tus ojos, rojizos, ardientes en partes iguales de odio y pasión, similares a las llamas del infiernos.

“El miedo se extiende más rápido de lo que lo hace la luz del sol en cada amanecer.”

La melodía que sonó en un principio, cambió totalmente de ritmo, tornandose ahora en el acompañamiento musical de una cacería y de una huída. El chasquido que hacían las ramas secas al ser tragadas por las llamas abrientas del fuego que arrasaba lentamente el bosque, tu hogar. El sonido de los cascos de los cientos de caballos que pisaban el suelo al unísono ferozmente, se unían con el estrepitoso jaleo que emitían los jinetes mientras buscaban a su presa. El llanto de los animales eran las notas que sonaba de una guitarra deprimida, el estruendoso eco de los árboles cayendo eran los tambores, y los últimos suspiros que emitió tu alma antes de ser atrapada, fueron las últimas tristes notas que tocaría este piano antes de ser quemado en la hoguera.

Dando por finalizado este réquiem que lleva por título tu nombre junto a la palabra hereje.

#texto #texto del dia #texto en español #narrativa #narrativa del dia #narrativa en español #letras #letras en español #letras del día #fabula #escritos #escritor #escritos en castellano #escritos en español #carta #carta del dia #escritura en español