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yourdoorisunlocked · 26 days

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Kill Your Darlings - Part Three

𝐀/𝐍: I think I'll start posting the rest of this series on A03, while posting one-shots and requests on Tumblr. It's been cool posting my series here, but I prefer posting to A03 when it comes to longer fics.

Nonetheless, please enjoy!

➺ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 𝟑,𝟑𝟓𝟎

. . .

The incessant clicking of a mousepad and the mad ticking of fingers flying over a keyboard filled the barren kitchen, as he occasional moan of the wind rocking the apartment complex back and forth and the cold, hard blare of the silver screen on your laptop aggravated the pain of your headache.

The tips of your toes just barely brushed against the frigid kitchen tile as you leaned obsessively over your computer, clicking away on the mousepad like it was your lifeline.

At that point, it very well could’ve been, since the precious piece of technology held all of your answers, answers that Alastor wouldn’t offer you – not without a price.

And you had nothing left to barter, since he already owned your soul – a thought that loomed over you when the demon wasn’t around to distract you from that chilling reality. Alastor owned you. He could’ve pushed you around like a dog strapped to a chain, and yet he didn’t. Most likely because he couldn’t truly control you, since you weren’t lost to his wrathful clutches just yet.

So, using your timed freedom, you did some digging around on the web in a last-ditch attempt to find anything about Alastor himself, and his history. Know thy enemy, as the saying goes.

But whether he was truly your enemy, would be tested with time.

And right now, the blasted internet was proving to be a worthy opponent, since you were practically tearing your hair out by the bunches since you barely discovered anything about him. Still, you were determined to decode his mystery. Humans were terrifyingly efficient at finding each other, and dead ones would be no more difficult, even if you found squat about Alastor.

Mark my words. I’ll find out who you are, Alastor.

“Where there is a will,” you clicked away from the barren search results, fully prepared to surf around the dark web if you had to, “There is a fucking way.”

Even though you hadn’t a clue to his origins or background, you were convinced that Alastor had to have been some kind of serial killer while he was alive, and you’d bet your soul on it.

His personality fit the stereotype – a well-based one, at that – he was haunting your fucking radio – granted, a very swanky radio – and on top of that, Alastor was a literal demon . Maybe. You weren’t all that certain about what exactly he was, but there was too much evidence supporting the theory to consider him being anything but.

Whatever the case, you were convinced. Alastor was, without a doubt, a bona fide serial murderer . Perhaps that ominous information should’ve put you on edge, but you were twisted too deep in Alastor’s captivating mystery to care. Fascination had overcome your fear of the unknown, and you were ready to dive in, and lose yourself in his mysterious past.

But that was proving to be damn near impossible, when you could barely find anything about the bastard. He was a footnote in history, at best. No last name, no family members related to him, nothing.

Still, you were determined.

Leaning forward, you chewed on your thumb nail whilst scrolling through yet another forum that went into thorough detail about demon encounters and sacrificial rituals. Or, at least, a human’s rendition of them.

You had sifted through a fair share of information on demons as well but turned up with virtually nothing, save for many helpful bold-lettered warnings that demanded to be heeded: Do not. Fuck. With demons.

“Gee, thanks,” you muttered to yourself, clicking away from the site before groaning and massaging your aching temples.

By all standards, it had been an agonizingly unproductive session of information-scouring. However, you had made some headway with a client of yours and finished most of your task list. Everything minor was shoved to the side in desperation of somehow piecing together Alastor’s intentions, stressing over his poorly veiled threats, and trying to figure out just whoever the hell he was in life.

Just as you were about to yield to the great barriers of the internet, with nothing but an increased hopelessness and frustration at your lack of understanding of your new “Master” – as you were loath to call him – a soft wisp of a shadow flitting about the kitchen caught your attention out of the corner of your eye.

“Hello, there,” you sighed without looking up at the shadow, already annoyed with its presence as it leaned over the counter with a smug grin.

One glance at the computer and your hopelessness told it a thousand words regarding your predicament.

“Yeah, yeah, you can gloat later. I got plenty done, anyhow.” You raised an eyebrow towards it. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about him, would you?”

The shadow stared down at you, unimpressed as it crossed its arms, crackling curtly in response. Absolutely not.

“Aw, come on, not even for a snack? I could make you something.” You nodded towards the fridge, grinning when it perked up and followed your glance. “Just throw me a bone here. Give me a hint, anything, and maybe I’ll give you a nice meal. How does that sound? C’mon, I’m sure you’re hungry.”

Its emerald green sockets glimmered mischievously, and it bristled with a soft purr as it leaned down on the counter, practically drooling at the thought of a meal.

A low rumble shook the floors with an unmistakable growl of hunger, and it whined softly.

You pouted sympathetically. Seems like Alastor hasn’t fed it, recently.

“Oh, poor baby,” it nuzzled into your soothing touch as you scratched behind one ear. “I’m sure he doesn’t feed you as much as he should,” the shadow’s stomach rumbled in response.

“Resorting to bribery, are we?”

You rolled your eyes as the radio flickered on, and you raised an eyebrow at it as it sat innocently upon the coffee table. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” You cooed down at the eager shadow as you completely ignored Alastor and his offended scoff.

“Ignoring someone when they’re talking to you is quite rude, my dear-!”

“I have some chicken that I can prepare for you. You can choose the spices, the temperature, whatever you want,” you were beaming cheekily when the shadow perked up, one fuzzy ear twitching towards you.

“Temptress,” Alastor snapped.

You at least had the decency to feel partly ashamed, though you just grinned triumphantly. You weren’t proud of having to barter for information, but whatever got you the scoop on Alastor was well worth it.

“That’s right, just imagine those carefully baked, golden-brown edges, and oh, think of the spices!” Alastor rolled his eyes at your dramatic tone, choosing to peek through the shadow’s eyes at you. Pretty little temptress. You’d somehow tamed his shadow, and he was certain it wasn’t just the chicken that it was after.

To Alastor’s chagrin, the devilish phantom had all but leapt over the counter towards you, curling around you with a loud purr as it nuzzled into your neck.

You chuckled at its antics and pushed yourself up from your seat, stretching your cramped back and legs and wincing from the lightning strikes of pain that shot up your joints from the hours of sitting in a hunched position.

“Alright, let’s get you some food,” you scratched beneath its chin, and it hummed contentedly in response, its fluffy tail enthusiastically beating the air.

“Traitor.”

You cast a triumphant smirk at the slight pout in Alastor’s from the other side of the line. “Oh, I’m just doing some charity work. Clearly, you’ve been starving the poor thing,” you rubbed the shadow’s cheek, grinning smugly as it nuzzled into your neck with a soft coo.

“Charity work!? You’ve seduced it with your wiles!” Alastor spat indignantly.

You rolled your eyes while pulling out a few ingredients. “It’s food, Alastor. And you know what they say,” the shadow suddenly tittered and flew away from your side to rummage through the spice cabinet, “The way to a man’s heart, is through his stomach.”

“It has no heart, and it is no man,” his tone darkened slightly, but you either took no notice or simply didn’t care as you took out the raw chicken from the fridge.

“But it’s attached to one,” you grinned cheekily as the shadow returned with several spices in its arms while smiling widely with a wagging tail, while Alastor scoffed with a roll of his eyes.

You clapped your hands. “Alright, let’s get to work.”

. . .

Alastor had grown quiet for most of the process, leaving you and the shadow in pure, content silence as you got to work around the kitchen. The shadow was entirely unbothered at his master’s sudden radio silence, instead choosing to make itself comfortable looming around your form while watching you season and prepare its supper.

As you waited for the chicken to be cooked, you turned to the shadow who had been staring at you with its head resting upon its inky palm while watching you work with salivating, emerald eyes, simmering with the fire of raw gemstones.

“Now, I believe I was promised some information in return?”

Static buzzed as it put a finger to its chin, humming softly before speeding off into the apartment, and it soon returned with a pen and paper and scribbled madly across the parchment.

Alastor Hartifelt.

As soon as the name tumbled from your lips, a loud record-scratching screech sounded from the living room.

Ӻᵾȼҟ.

But you didn’t even flinch at the ear-splitting noise as you grinned and nodded in approval, your determination flickering bright yet again. “Finally, we’re getting somewhere.” You barely got a moment to process your excitement at a new lead, a possible doorway to the holy grail of information about the strange, ominous demon haunting your actual radio-!

Ding!

The shadow’s ears twitched in the direction of the noise, and it was suddenly nipping at your nipping at your heels and pushing you insistently towards the oven. You were certain that it was drooling all over your floor, but you stifled your jittering excitement anyway. There were promises to be fulfilled, after all.

“Alright, alright!” Batting the phantom away, you grabbed the oven mitts with a sigh.

“Not so easy now, is it?”

“Oh, nobody asked you!”

You soon plated the chicken and served it over to the phantom, who made quick work of the poor bird in mere seconds. At least it was already dead, you shuddered, trying to push the image of being ferociously torn apart by its razor-sharp canines out of your mind.

It licked its chops with a satisfied rumble once it finished with not a crumb left on the plate you offered, and you were still reeling from the bizarre few minutes you spent watching it enjoy your cooking.

I wouldn’t be surprised if it licked the plate. Seriously, how long has it been since the poor thing’s eaten?

The shadow immediately curled around you as you sat down in front of the counter, hissing lowly at the laptop before burying its face in your neck with a soft growl. You didn’t want to be rude and shove it away, and besides, the shadow’s aura was surprisingly warm, which shielded you from the cold, drafty air of the apartment.

And so, you allowed it to remain cooing and teething around your neck – as on-edge as it made you – while you typed Alastor’s full name into the search bar.

As soon as you hit enter, the internet decided to be helpful again, and provided you with a golden website, containing any and all answers to your ever gluttonous curiosity for your new demonic companion, and his shadowy servant.

You smirked and ruffled one of the shadow’s ears. “Nice sleuthing, Alastor Jr.” The shadow grinned into your neck and pulled you even closer, while Alastor chuckled softly at the nickname, choosing to survey the laptop through the eyes of his ghostly scout.

Not the first choice I’d make, since simply going down to the station would’ve sufficed. Alastor sniffed and rapped his gleaming nails against his desk, eyeing the device with distaste. Then again, it doesn’t seem like those incompetent oafs would want an account of something so gruesome happening just beneath their noses staining their records!

You relaxed into your seat, mentally preparing for the deep dive into Alastor’s shady past that you were about to take. It seemed that no information was buried enough to be obscured, so long as you were awfully specific with your search.

But thank the merciful deities above that some history buff – who seemed quite outraged at the lack of discussion and information around their favorite serial killer – had taken it upon themselves to collect and piece together a consistent timeline of events, all centered around one Alastor Hartifelt.

Got’chya.

You scrolled a little bit through the Godsent gold mine of information, baffled at just how much there was for you to access. Apparently, Alastor Hartifelt had been a charismatic personality on the radio, a beloved host and rising star in New Orleans. Around the time that he’d made his debut as a radio host, however, was when the murderers started.

The presence of the Bayou Butcher rocked the city harder than any other scandal at the time, and you couldn’t blame the people for being so paranoid, after reading the brief description of his kills, and his M.O.

You whistled. “Damn. You have quite the track record, Alastor.”

“I’m well aware, my dear!”

You raised an eyebrow at the sound of ruffling paper in the background, accompanied by the clicking of frantic typing. But it didn’t sound anything like the short tapping of a keyboard, and the telltale ring heightened your suspicions. He cannot be serious...

“Alastor, do you have a goddamn typewriter?”

“It’s essential, darling! Every good radio host needs a captivating script,” you laughed and shook your head. He’s committed to the bit, I’ll give him that.

As you explored the very depths of the case surrounding the Bayou Butcher, you began to grow quite curious and weary of just how Alastor disposed of his victims. Unfortunately, there was a certain tab that fed into that very curiosity. At least they provided a warning, before you could view what came next. This one was on yourself.

“Fucking Christ!” You nearly jumped out of your seat as you clasped your mouth in horror, eyes widened with terror at the gory, uncensored photograph of one of Alastor’s maimed victims.

The poor soul’s belly had been slit open with a still-inserted butcher knife, with his rotting insides displayed for all to see and staining the floor with bile and undigested food. Squirming maggots and fat cockroaches feasted upon the corpse, which had been festering with mold and disease in Alastor’s basement for quite some time before the authorities found it.

“Language, my dear~,” said demonic psychopath sang from the radio, and you were just about ready to chuck that thing out of your window as your eye twitched.

“Prick...” you muttered, quickly scrolling away from the photograph.

“I heard that.”

“Greatest apologies, my liege,” you rolled your eyes haughtily.

Alastor let out an amused huff but said nothing as he went right back to typing out his script.

Bold headlines like ‘The Bayou Butcher Strikes Again!’ or ‘Victims Brutalized and Missing, Families Torn Apart’ were thrown around wherever you scrolled, and a mere glance at the cohesive timeline provided in one of the documents gave you a good window for how long Alastor had been active.

“Huh. Seven years...” Alastor perked up at the sudden weariness lacing your meek voice. He had been tuning out for most of your little binging spree, instead electing to tuck into a book in the later evening, since sleep was seldom required for him. Nonetheless, he reluctantly took a peek through his shadow’s eyes to see what you were looking at on that blasted lap-top doohickey of yours, and dread filled his heart.

Seems that some folks were quite fixated upon my choice of diet...

Alastor bristled at the other end of the line, practically scenting the small flicker of terror. Your rising fear of him was building up again, and that just wouldn’t do.

Sure, Alastor was cruel, a monster, even, and he knew it. His deeds would instill fear in the hearts of even the most hardened soldiers, and his gluttony, his bloodlust knew no bounds. But not to you, not to the poor, lost little lamb that he’d so graciously taken into his care, that practically domesticated his shadow, who bantered with him. And just when he’d finally broken down a small part of your walls-

“...So, is it true?”

Alastor raised an eyebrow, halting from his tireless typing for a moment. “Is what true, my dear?”

“That you...” you held back from gagging, and a slick smile crept onto his gray lips, “That you ate some of your victims?”

Sighing, he leaned back in his cushioned chair and gripped the small microphone that he used for broadcasting. The idea of lying to you, treating you like everyone else prickled at his heart with resentment. There was no need to push you away. You were different. It would be different, this time.

It had to be.

With a defeated sigh, Alastor nodded, though you couldn't see him. At least you’d know, now. At least there wouldn’t be any secrets between you two.

“Yes,” was the demon, the cannibal’s resounding answer, and the room grew a few degrees colder with tension.

You’d known that Alastor was... shady, at best. But now, it was out. It was certain. Alastor was a dangerous man, during life and death, but you knew that from the jump.

But at least he told you the truth, and maybe you could count on that, which was a strangely comforting thought.

You sighed with relief. “As long as you don’t force me to try it.” Alastor chuckled along with you, grinning wider when you clicked away from the computer and sat back with a tired sigh.

“I think that’s enough snooping for tonight. ‘Night, Al’,” you yawned and softly rolled the shoulder that the phantom had been leaning on, and it retracted reluctantly with a soft whine.

“Wait-!”

You paused. Turning to the radio, you cocked an eyebrow at the desperation in Alastor’s voice, and he seemed to notice it too, since an awkward silence followed. Heat crept up the radio host’s neck, prompting him to itch and pull at his collar with a low snarl.

Alastor fucking loathed this feeling.

“Did you... Did you see anything else? Anything that caught your eye, perhaps?”

It was the first time that Alastor had spoken to you with anything but suave confidence. “No, why? Is there something even worse than cannibalism, that I should know about?” Crossing your arms, you leaned against the threshold of the living room.

Alastor softly cleared his throat. “No, nothing like that, my dear. I was simply curious as to how much information was disclosed...” he straightened in his seat, refusing to recognize his anxiousness. “Any mentions of family, spouses, perhaps...?”

You shook your head with a negatory hum. “Nope, it was all just about you. Why’s that? Did you have a wife? Or a husband?”

“Just wondering, darling,” he replied hastily, choosing to side-step that question as relief flooded him.

You eyed the radio sympathetically. “Sorry, if that’s... a bit too personal for you. I get it, if you don’t want to talk about it.” Shrugging, you started down the hallway with a wave and a yawn. “Goodnight, Alastor.”

Alastor watched you, yearning, remorseful eyes tracing the familiar, soft curves of your form as you disappeared down the hallway.

And he answered your final words of the night, a solemn whisper against the cold, bleak air as memories of decades passed invading his memory, threatening overflowing emotions to pool to the surface.

If you only you could hear the choke in his voice, the restrained tears, the remorse, the regret.

“Goodnight, my darling.”

. . .

𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Thank you for reading <3 It'll be a while before I post here again, since I'll be focusing on my series on A03. If you'd like to read the rest of the fic, I'll put my account below for ya'll

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artificial-transmutations · 1 year

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Two sides of the same coin - Freedom of the road

It was a really lovely day in May. Joe almost didn't mind waiting for his colleague in the warm sunshine of the parking lot with birds singing and flowers blooming in fields of green grass in the nearby park. The only trouble was, that he would have preferred spending his Sunday another way, perhaps walking a bit in the park or sitting in his garden. Instead, it was the culmination of a most stressful week at the accounting company Joe worked at. There were several large statements due for Monday, and Joe and his colleague Terry didn't see any other way of getting it done but working an extra shift on Sunday.

Finally, Terry arrived in his small car.

"Sorry", he said. "Traffic was really bad. The moment the sun comes out, all the streets are full of bikers."

The way Terry said that left no doubt on what his thoughts about the aforementioned group of traffic participants was.

Terry was a short man with some extra pounds while Joe was long and thin. Both wore glasses and looked like the stereotypical accounts they were.

"No worries, we have the whole day", Joe said sarcastically and sighed. "Let's get started."

Joe and Terry entered the office building and made their way to the elevator. As Joe was about to exit the elevator behind Terry, he saw something glittering on the floor. As he reached down to pick it up, he saw a small coin. Neat. He would have to clean it properly at home, perhaps it was valuable. Joe put it carefully in his wallet and didn't notice it disappeared once he closed the wallet again.

"Are you coming?" he heard Terry calling and hurried up to the door to their office Terry was holding open.

The first few hours, the work was rather uneventful with files piling up on both desks. However, as the morning progressed, Joe was feeling more and more unrest.

"Do you mind if I put on some music?", he asked his coworker.

"No problem", answered Terry who was looking at his computer screen.

It took Joe some time to find something he liked. Normally, he was a big fan of classical music, but today, it seemed too boring. Finally, he settled on some 90s and 80s rock music. Not his usual taste, but a good fit for the day, he decided.

It made things somewhat better, but he couldn't concentrate on his work well. He found himself browsing the web instead, visiting some meme sites, reading news, and so on. Besides boredom, there was another problem he had. Ever since they started working, he was feeling increasingly horny today. That was rather unusual, as he usually had his needs well under control, but today it was especially bad.

His browsing changed to looking at pictures of girls online. That helped for a while, but over time, the pictures did less and less for him. He switched to scantily clad ones and finally to full front NSFW porn, but it was no use. It was like he was looking for something these girls just couldn't give him. His gaze wandered to the window, and he looked to the sun-kissed world outside.

"You know, I'm going to take a break. Get outside for a bit and see the sun." Joe finally said.

"Sure thing", replied Terry without taking his eyes off the screen.

Joe got up and walked towards the door. He felt strangely empty inside when he stepped out into the sunlight. It was like this place was sucking away all his energy.

He was surprised when Terry joined him on his way out.

"Are you coming with me? I thought you didn't believe in taking walks." Joe said.

"I don't, but I do need some fresh air occasionally", Terry answered with a smirk.

Joe shrugged and followed his colleague out of the building. They crossed the road together and went through a small park where they sat down on one of the benches to enjoy the weather. Joe was very self-conscious because of his boner that just wouldn't go away on his own.

As he looked over to Terry however, he noticed that the other man seemed to have a very similar problem. His pants were tented, and he tried to casually readjust himself without Joe noticing. For some reason that excited Joe more than the pictures of girls he looked at for the last hour. It might be the spring fever, but he really wanted to see what was under these pants of Terrys.

"What's wrong?", Joe asked suddenly.

Terry froze for a moment before answering: "Nothing, why?"

"You seem nervous or something. Is everything okay?" Joe pressed.

"Yeah... Yeah it is", Terry answered hesitantly. "I'm just a little tired from yesterday's work."

"That's not what I meant...", Joe continued, but stopped when he saw Terry pull down his zipper. The sight of his coworker's cock caused his own dick to twitch painfully in his pants. "Oh my god!", Joe exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just so horny today!" Terry exclaimed. A drop of pre was forming on the tip of his cock.

"It's just that you're so hot today!" Terry continued. "I've been watching you all morning and I can't stop thinking about your body."

Joe wasn't gay - at least that's what he thought - but he felt really excited by the sight. He looked around and finally saw some dense bushes at the edge of the neighboring parking lot and pointed at them. "Let's go over there", he suggested, rubbing over his own bulge.

Terry agreed and followed him to the bushes, pulling down his zipper as he walked. Once they reached the shrubs, Joe pushed him against one of them and kissed him passionately. He could feel Terry's hardening cock pressing into his belly as they made out.

"Oh God, Joe.", Terry panted. "Do you think you could... you know...", he was interrupted by a needy moan escaping his lips.

Joe smiled and pulled away from Terry's mouth, looking him straight in the eyes. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes!" Terry almost shouted and grabbed Joe's waistband.

Joe let him get a hold of his belt buckle and unbuttoned his trousers. As soon as they were open, Terry took both sides of the material in hand and tugged them down to Joe's ankles, freeing his member. It was already fully erect and dripping with precum.

Joe barely noticed that his cock was way larger than he was used to. He roughly spun Terry around and pulled down the other man’s pants as well, exposing his asshole. Then he pushed his cock head against it, teasingly rubbing it along Terrys hole.

"Oh please! Please fuck me!", Terry begged, pushing back onto Joe's cock.

Joe pushed harder until finally he felt his cockhead pop inside Terrys ass. Terry moaned and leaned forward. His back seemed to stretch as he did, getting just a bit larger.

Joe started thrusting slowly at first, enjoying the feeling of being deep inside another man for the first time. With each thrust, some detail about the both of them changed: Joe slowly developed muscles all over his body. Where his body had been a beanpole before, definition and mass began to grow in.

While this was certainly impressive, Terry's changes were even more drastic. His skin darkened with each thrust, until it became black. Not black as in a dark-skinned person black, but really midnight-black. His body hardened, some regions more so than others. It felt amazing for Terry, as he watched his torso expanding and hardening to cold metal. Tubes and pipes formed through his entire body, as he leaned forward even more, now touching the ground with his outstretched hands.

Meanwhile, Joe increased the pace. He was completely enthralled by the sensation of his cock going in and out the leathery black ass of the other man that be barely noticed chest hair growing in on his muscular chest. His shoulders widened and he felt powerful and manly. A dense but short beard grew in, and his face became squarer and masculine.

Terry felt his arms and legs become fixated to each other and saw tires growing in between them. He felt energetic and powerful, too, but in an entirely different kind. It was clear that he was nothing more than a tool, a thing to serve a real men. But he was a powerful tool, freedom incarnate. He could go as fast as the wind and still made his owner look manly and sexy.

Joe let out a loud groan as his last powerful strokes sent him over the edge and he came all over his bike, just as a rough chain necklace formed around his neck. Of course, he immediately wiped the black leather clean again. After all, his bike was his most prized possession, no stains or dirt allowed. Sometimes it just overcame him, and he got so turned on by his own body and bike that he just needed release. And when there was no willing twink nearby, he just needed to stop at some parking lot and rub one out.

He looked over to the office building nearby and grinned. He really couldn't imagine working in one of those blocks as an office drone. He was enjoying the freedom of the road way too much, even though he barely had any money.

He got on his bike again and started up the engine which roared to life. Perhaps he should give his bike a name at some point. But then again, even if he loved it to no end, it was, after all, just a thing, and things had no name.

What a great pair! If you want to read more stories in the same format, be sure to have a look at my other ones!

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nokingsonlyfooles · 1 month

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Oh, the Lure of Emily

I've been withdrawing.

Not for all that long, I don't think, but social media goes so fast, so that means letting a lot of opportunities to be "social" disappear into the ether. I shouldn't. I need to practice connecting with people and it used to be so much easier for me to do that on the internet, but I really hate just about everything about it now. It's hard to put what I mean into words fast enough, and it seems like that's hard for a lot of people, but we're doing it anyway. That's a lot of what I don't like interacting IRL, and it's here now. I haven't found a place that's not like that.

I entered into this level of interaction at the behest of a soulless corporation that doesn't care about any of us (clearly) and I'm being asked to pay more than I wanted to give (ex. curate an ever-lengthening feed of more people who want to be seen, help train AIs who'll render me and others invisible, accept a certain amount of increasingly heinous ideas with no pushback to be polite/for my own mental health/to keep my interaction from being nothing but that stuff), in return for much less than what I wanted to get. Mainly, it's so strangers can click a button that says they "like" something I did, and never interact with me, or any other aspect of me, ever again.

It's like that on my site, too, except I disabled the "like" and comment functions out of frustration. The interface became unsustainable and It's mainly bots using it. I've improved my ratio of "recorded clicks that were probably a human being" vs. "probably a webcrawler or spambot" for the privilege of seeing how few people are interested.

And social media isn't helping. I mean, why would it? It's getting all it wants out of me on spec, and it does not have to deliver visibility. It never did. That was always something I needed to "earn." It just seemed to be easier to do that in Web 1.0. I had a message board, once. It survived a move from one dying host to another (which, I think, is also dead now - everyone's on Discord) and I picked up enough people to write and have fun, with very few jerks I needed to ban, and no bots. Wow. If someone was being a total bastard, they were made of meat and I could yell at them and register an objection like a person. Does anyone out there remember that?

A big part of me wants to be a postmodern Emily Dickenson. You can have my work after I'm dead, if you want it. I'll "publish" by printing it out and putting it in a box. Even the fanfic stuff. Interacting with fandoms hardly seems worth it for me, they've got their own issues. And, as for social, you may have one garden party a year, and maybe I'll exchange emails with one guy who says "this stuff is good". We live small enough, and we're doing well enough, that I could probably hide and keep making art uncompensated. Unless something happened, and then I'd probably wind up on the street or in an institution of some kind. Not the nice kind.

And, as much as you [as in, anyone who trips over this] would protest the loss of me to my face - out of some feeling of human solidarity or philosophical devotion - were I to vanish, it wouldn't matter where. You'd get used to not seeing me. You'd read something else. Maybe I'd be happier, maybe I wouldn't, but that wouldn't involve you, so you'd move on.

That big, dumb jerk Nietzsche (who was, at least, made of meat) posited that Sisyphus must be happy, because he knows he's doing what he's supposed to and what's going to happen next, forever. But, really, the only thing you'd have to do is say to him, "Every time you put one iota of effort into pushing this rock, there's a small chance it'll take off and fly. If you're really doing your job, it will, it's just a matter of time!" And then it doesn't. Not just for his whole life, for eternity.

I'm not being punished for cheating death. I'm being punished for cheating corporations - not even cheating them all that much, I don't think, but it's enough. I don't look profitable, because that wasn't why I started pushing this rock. I wanted to make a difference. I'd like enough money to live and keep creating, and to pay some people to help me, but all that's just some boxes to tick on the way to making a difference. And I can't tick those boxes for a corporation or for myself.

The only thing that's gotten me attention is when someone bigger than me gives me a namecheck. I could just keep begging creators I love to do that, but a lot of people do that, and I don't think creators like it. They didn't ask for that responsibility. They don't have time to vet every person and see if their work is actually good or just AI generated garbage. Or delusional garbage from someone who thinks they can create, but can't, really. I'm losing the confidence to keep begging people to understand that I'm not delusional. Maybe I am, ya know? That would explain my situation too.

At least, if I kept it all to myself, I'd be dead when someone found my boxes and boxes of papers and chose an excerpt for their treatise on hypergraphia in freaky recluses.

Thoreau got it twisted. People make pretty baskets so someone will use them. If it has no use, it's neither a basket nor an art object. Someone has to pick it up and use it for it to be either of those things, and hopefully both. I use my baskets. I think other people could, but I know I use them. It would be a lot easier for me to do that if I didn't keep leaving them outside when I've finished weaving and hoping someone will pick them up.

But, I typed this into a window on Tumblr, so it's going outside with the rest. As will the others, for the time being. My words will probably be used to train an AI, and already have been. Yours too. Self-determination is reserved for the Emilies. I do want it, but...

Not enough to give up this painful hope that a rock might fly.

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dramarising-replacement · 2 years

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Devs are allergic to lore friendly "functional" apparel so excuse me while I yell about the wasted potential for 20 years below:

Plague: Plague-themed survival gear; could be boots, monster-skin ponchos (or wing protectors) for protective gear, Plague-specific eyewear which combines a gas-mask... there's tons of ideas here for plenty of protective gear for non-Plague dragons. We have clothing that uses leather, but never says where it comes from; I'm going to assume some of it is from monsters & could be used to help waterproof a dragon from acid rain/Plague-infused rain. I'm honestly surprised there's really nothing besides the alchemy masks & gloves for that. Sure, there's magic, but it could be cool for players who'd rather find other means for their dragons to protect themselves. Another idea is simply a more traditional medical kit apparel set, with a rations pack & clean water pack for traveling through the territory.

Earth: Earth's whole deal is spelunking & crypts, yet all we have for that really is whatever magical ideas we can come up with from old event apparel, or gem shop lanterns. Why don't we have other means such as mining helmets fitted for dragon heads with something silly like magical spotlights or a candle set on them? Clearly not every dragon can see in the dark if we have the shoulder lanterns to begin with. Other ideas could include gloves which have big digging claws for the breeds who want to dig deeper in Earth territory, or ones who want to augment their natural talons. We have some of this on the site, but not many that seem emphasized for digging or are very needle-like. Surely every dragon doesn't use shovels? To be honest even simple tail-lanterns would be neat, or more shoulder bags filled with gemstones & geodes. Something. Earth is so barren. The Dwarf player inside of me is going bananas at Earth not having more fun delving gear & clothing. I'm going to eat a rock now.

Fire: Not much to say about fire, besides I feel like it could always have more protective/smithy-themed gear that isn't all event apparel. There's really no reason why we can't also have stuff like welding masks, more protective gloves or something like clothing which is meant to protect the wing-feathers of non-fire dragons in Fire territories. It doesn't even need to be clothing; with any flight I am sure players would appreciate even accenting apparel like soot smudging for arms/legs or crafter's aprons pouches. I do not know why this site is so allergic to subtle accenting apparel like splatters & smudging to put underneath clothing to make a dragon dirty (yes, we have skins & accents but so does Lioden & crap & they get tons of this type of thing... on that note, where's war paint apparel?). Why not more apparel which is dragon-accessible like neck/chest pouches? I'm aware this wouldn't work for every pose, but some could be slung over the shoulder & partially closed/more dynamic with those. Or even the tools flying out. Magic floating crafter's tools? Many players already headcanon flights mixing magic for that sort of thing, why don't we have more stuff that references flights working together to make gear like that...?

Water: I am unsure how dragons handle swimming, but I think it also wouldn't hurt to have aquatic gear for some dragons such as boots/gloves with webbed fingers/claws or things with fins on the arms/haunches to aid in swimming. We have the event gills of course, but this is meant to be mundane gear that anyone can use & nothing magical. Something silly like a vest with a leather inflatable neck & chest tube could be fun as part of a jacket combo. Honestly, deep-sea diving apparel would be a cool thing to try to implement, which I think we could get away with the breeds all being so different by primarily making this body gear with facial apparel which keeps the top of the head free, but covers the mouth & snout with the breathing gear, with the rest to flow down the neck areas. Where's our Wind flight teamups making some silly airbreathing gear? Floaties? Wing fins. Even something like a wetsuit coated with shiny scales for those fluffy dragons, I dunno.

Nature: I'm honestly, deeply, deeply surprised we really have no apparel that is like- actual wood armor with living plant accenting or something like carry-on pottery with plants that isn't like, magically growing out of the dragon. The gardening gear was an amazing start, but we could do with even more plant accenting with that; stuff like vines trailing up the limbs, nets full of flower petals like the vegetables, giant rafflesia clothing (ha ha stinky). Plants are SO varied, & yet we have actually very little green gear to deck out our dragons with, besides stuff like the Leafy Gladeboughs or the Woodbrace stuff (but that's more feathers, anyway). Imagine a whole set of apparel which is just various carnivorous plants that live on the dragon as living protective armor. We have a fair amount of apparel that just sits in front of the dragon or stabs into the ground, why not stacks of pottery or like- foreground type elements of some plants? Nature has SO much potential, I'm screaming.

Wind: Avoiding the general "Asia" theme with Wind, I'm surprised we don't have more aviation gear besides the jackets & things... like we don't have more wing glider stuff that puts a fancy spin on things? Silly blimps under the wings & by the armpits? We really could go even harder on some fun steampunk adjacent ideas here. Similar to ideas for Water, it could be something as fun as rocket wing parts or something like a rocket belt/boots. You know you want glider kite wings in like a ton of colors to match with your dragons. They could even have prints of stuff on them like the wing fans! Other ideas are things like FLYING flocks of birds & more actual in-the-air apparel; more blowing leaves of various types & colors, etc. Fun accenting stuff. I wanna pair of shoes with useless propellers on them.

Lightning: It's a crime we don't have even more obvious mad-scientist apparel. Who do I have to push into a giant cauldron to get us some bandoliers of like, glowing neon potions or like, even "apparel" which is splatters of goo on a dragon. Everything can't be brass batteries, we have some other subtle aesthetics we can work with for Lightning here. That said, we also don't have a powered-exoskeleton suit that goes over our dragon legs. I wanna be Death Stranding out here. Where the hell is our obvious robot arm apparel, or is the implication of a missing limb too gruesome for FR? Geez. Arcane: Honestly I think we're fairly good & varied with both event & nonevent items that fit the general aesthetic & ideas behind the flight, since we have plenty of robe & magical themed gear all over the place that can work for Arcane. All I can really think of is more Alchemy gear in different forms; yeah, we have the bags & protective gear, but I dunno why the site is allergic to not having multiple forms of themed apparel... that is, it wouldn't kill us to have more than one bag drawn differently with different bottles or say bottles now filled with little critters & herbs. Does that make sense? We have say, 5 different scarves but only 1 type of junk bag, etc. It wouldn't kill them to make another set of mage or witch gear that wasn't recolor, is what I mean. Blah, blah "more work for artists" yeah this isn't about that, it's just me realizing how occasionally allergic the site is to get more than just 1 thing out of a theme or object sometimes. That said, Arcane could use some headgear of various magnifying eyepieces similar to that one Earth event apparel or maybe adventuring gear with the bags stuffed full of scrolls & writing equipment. We weirdly don't seem to have much for scribe dragons. Where's my nerd's pocket-pen shirt.

Light: Not many ideas here for Light, since it's apparel is already all over the place in aesthetics besides "gold with glowy orb" on many. I like the general black & gold theme with many years apparel, but the lack of a unifying- I guess "cultural" look for Light makes me struggle to come up with apparel set ideas, along with the flight itself sort of difficult to work with for what Light does (unlike say, Shadow easily being able to have just more Stealth gear themes for example). Light has some Hellenistic themes in it's backgrounds, but all I can come up with are just more glowing elements like maybe stained-glass themed armor with a Roman/Greek theme with accenting or something like firefly cages or blown glass bottles with fireflies/fairies in them...? Emphasis on carrying & moving light, since there's not another theme I can really see with the current lore, unlike say with Earth being more clear with what they DO as a flight as whole, idk. Light kinda bores me, sorry. Y'all pretty, but what the hell you all do in those empty yellow fields?

Shadow: There's a lack of dragon clown makeup that is sorely lacking & I don't think anyone else here is brave enough to say it. We got jesters, bring in the clowns. I wanna turn the corner on a pine tree grove & see a bunch of dragons in grease paint scatter like roaches. Where's our nerd freaks out here playing Dungeons & Humans on their floating board games & card games. Apparel that's just the biggest dice bag you've ever seen & every dragon in their lair is crying for them to stop buying more d20s.

Ice: Besides the cold weather apparel we already have, a lot of low magic weather gear can work for Ice. Examples being things like ember-holders for fire-starting (assuming you're not a Fire dragon), more animal pelt gear to round out what we already have with more primitive aesthetics (or for our mighty hunter dragons) or something for plant (or Tundra) dragons like shoulder carry things for tender green foraging or firewood. Little aesthetic things like that. I know much of Ice flight is probably out in just snow tunnels & living more animal-like given what we can see on the map, but that doesn't mean a dragon can't try to make themselves comfortable. Silly note: where's our dumb dragon holiday socks?

Feel free to 100% use any of this for your dragon lore or art because Sornieth drives me bananas sometimes. I was gonna post this on the forums, but to be honest I'm sure someone would just delete it instantly for daring to call the site uncreative even when I really like a ton of it. I just feel it's wildly untapped potential. I hope some site artist sees this & uses it, holy crap I am dying for more fun, "functional" apparel that isn't only event crap. If you read this far, congrats, go drink a glass of water & eat something nice today. Emphasizing the "no salt" tag here because honestly I am just frustrated & making grabby hands at what could have been. I sometimes feel like the site somehow has no direction & is just throwing darts at a board, forgive me.

#Rant #Flight Rising #Festival #Lore #Long post #Petty #No salt

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Posey Attacked Report by Waverunner

Posey says, "I'm just happy I'm still here."

POSEY, 26, landscape architect and mother of two, was released from the hospital yesterday afternoon after suffering severe gashes and puncture wounds to both of her right hooves. It appears that she was attacked by some kind of wild animal, but the details are still unclear.

"I don't remember much," Posey told investigative reporter Waverunner as she left the hospital. "I'd gone just a little ways outside the Ponyland walls to do some landscaping. I was by myself. Suddenly, something leapt on me from behind. I tried to run. I didn't see what it was."

According to Posey, this all happened in broad daylight, at about 9:00 AM -- an unusual time for local predators to be out hunting. Posey's friend and co-worker Up Up and Away told the Press, "I just can't believe it. I've never seen anything bigger than a hare this close to the new town. We all thought it was safe here."

But Steamer, who spent the morning in surgery repairing Posey's mutilated legs, corroborates her suspicion that the perpetrator was some kind of animal. "I've seen wounds like those before," says Steamer, "and I'd put my money on some kind of wild dog, and a big one, at that. One thing's for sure, it took some mighty powerful jaws to do damage like that."

At the scene of the attack, Beach Ball, Head of Investigations, has been weighing the evidence since yesterday. There isn't much: just Posey's gardening supplies strewn haphazardly over the ground, and an overturned pail of landscaping stones. Nearby, a few potted plants and packets of flower seeds lie undisturbed. Yet according to Beach Ball, "It isn't hard to put together what happened here."

Beach Ball has been talking to the only witness: Princess Tiffany, whose room in the palace overlooks the part of the valley where the attack took place. "I didn't see the animal myself," Tiffany admits, "but I heard it. First there was a scream, and then a terrible growling sound. I ran to the window, but by the time I looked out, it was gone. I saw Posey on the ground, and her legs… oh, it was awful! I called my husband (Barnacle, a member of the hospital staff) right away."

Barnacle reports having found Posey unconscious but still holding her gardening shovel. "She may not remember using the shovel in defense," says Beach Ball, "but she must have fended off her attacker somehow. It didn't stick around."

But why did it attack at all? In an on-site interview with the Press, Tiffany showed us a deep, narrow crevice in the rock face, which police now believe to be the animal's dwelling place. "Posey was digging very close to this hole," explains Beach Ball. "The animal may have felt threatened, and responded out of fear." And will it come back?

"We hope so," Beach Ball says. "Otherwise we may never find it. For now, ponies are advised to remain within the town walls at night, and not to travel alone until more information is uncovered. We don't want this to happen again."

As for Posey, she is at home now with her children, and hopes to return to work as soon as possible. She is expected to make a full recovery, although Steamer warns that "the wounds were very deep. There will be scars."

Posey says, "I'm just happy I'm still here."

#old web #mlp #screenshot #queue

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Floaters who wish to fish hard without a lengthy shuttle may launch at the Kendall Recreation Area ramp, located off U.S. 127 below the dam. The takeout is the old Kendall Ferry landing located at the end of Ray Mann Road, just off the road to the recreation area. This makes for a float of approximately 1.75 miles with a shuttle of just a few minutes.

This section includes the hatchery creek outflow, a good place to fish. Boyd’s Bar, a productive wading shoal for rainbow and brown trout, lies at the end of Ray Mann Road. The next take out is a little over 4.5 miles downstream from Wolf Creek Dam at Helm’s Landing Boat Ramp, located off KY 379 via KY 55 and U.S. 127. Excellent rainbow trout fishing runs all through this stretch of the Cumberland River. Toward the end of this float you will see two rock walls on each side of the river. Legend has it that people removed rocks and piled them near the riverbank to help steamboats power over a shoal in the river. Anglers should know this shoal is one of the most productive rainbow trout fishing spots on the Cumberland River. From Helm’s Landing, it is a 5.8-mile float to the next take-out at the Rockhouse Natural Bridge, located off KY 379. In this section, the river is a series of shoals and long pools. Anglers working the rocky edge of the flowing shoals and pools score on a mixture of rainbow and brown trout. Near the end of this section, floaters will see the river take a hard left turn at a high bluff. This is the Rockhouse Hole. The Kentucky Department of Fish and Wildlife Resources recently purchased the island on the downstream left, just above the Rockhouse Hole. This island shoal is Long Bar, although some refer to the area as Snow Island. It is one of the better wading shoals on this section of the Cumberland River. Anglers may beach their boats on the island to fish this area.

The Rockhouse Natural Bridge take-out requires you to carry your boat through the arch and up a steep incline to the parking area. This take-out is not recommended for anglers in johnboats.

The Rockhouse also serves as the put-in for the next section of river. Although the float from the Rockhouse to the next take-out at Winfrey’s Ferry is 5.5 miles on the water, the shuttle is just 1.5 miles. This is because the road connects the neck of a large bend in the river. A single paddler could drop off a boat in the Rockhouse parking area, drive down KY 379 to Winfrey’s Ferry, then walk back, leaving the vehicle parked at the end of the float. Rainbow Run, one of the best fishing shoals on the river, is just downstream from the Rockhouse. A long gravel bar on your right denotes Rainbow Run. The entire length of this shoal is worth many casts. Class I rapids downstream of this area provide lively paddling. A little further along on this float is Winfrey’s Rocks at downstream left. These rocks served as signposts for boat pilots back during the steamboat era.

The rocks, located halfway through the float, mark a deep hole that holds bruiser brown trout. Striped bass also show up regularly from this section downstream. The rest of the float is a long, deep hole until Winfrey’s Ferry. Look for a cable that goes across the Cumberland River. This cable indicates the take-out downstream to the right.

The Cumberland River rises quickly when electrical generation begins from the dam. Powerful current created by more than one generator in operation makes the river unsuitable for paddlers. Log on to the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers Nashville District Web site at www.lrn.usace.army.mil/ and search for Lake Cumberland generator schedule. The daily fishing report contains the 24-hour generation schedule for Wolf Creek Dam. Boaters may also call (606) 678-8697 for current information.

#Cumberland river #this is fly #wolf creek dam #wolf creek

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the-writing-mobster · 2 years

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Hello dear friend and author, may I request some headcanons for The Boys ™ + Frisk on a camping trip perhaps?

| Baby Face Boys & Babes HCs! | Camping Trip! 🏕️

Yessss! Thank you for the suggestion dear heart! 🫶 This was quite the hilarious scenario to imagine. Especially with all these city boys 😭

Again, if any of y'all have little head canon requests for the BF! boys, drop an ask in my inbox! Let me know if you want any for a specific character ;)

Sans: I Wasn't Built For This™

Why did he let Nick convince him this would be fun? Go camping they said. It'll be fun they said.

He refuses to sleep in a tent. He just puts the seats down in his car, all the pillows and blankets he needs, and sleeps there. He's above sleeping on the ground tbh.

“Hiking? That... That sounds exhausting. How long is the trail? FIVE MILES!? Nah. No thanks. you guys go ahead, I'll protect the site from bears or something.”

Day drinks like a mother fucker. Also is the one who usually grills the food considering he's the best cook in the group. Naps all the time.

Once he's a bit more tipsy he's a lot more open to the adventure. Found a rope swing over a lake and went for it without hesitation.

Is the only one who's actually able to start a fire. He watches Nick and Jonas try to do the stick trick and just, “Oh my God, that's so stupid. Just use a lighter. Fuck.”

Tells the best scary stories at the campfire. Leaves the others trembling all night long with his terrifying tales of torment.

Sometimes, no don't tell anyone, he'll get up on the roof of his car and just stargaze... He's glad Nick got him to come. The stars are so clear outside of the city...

Nick: The Environmentalist™

IS THAT A FUCKING BEER CAN!? ON MY HIKING TRAIL!? ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT!

Always looking for the closest trash can and picking up every piece of litter he finds on the trail or near the lake.

Brings little bags with him and gives everyone some to encourage them to also pick up any litter they see.

Always taking candid videos to document their experience. Will do a David Attenborough impression while filming his friends doing stupid shit. No, it's not a good impression, it's the worst British accent you've ever heard.

If he sees a stream he WILL follow it. Even if it goes off the trail. Probably the least responsible thing he does but it's just SO FASCINATING! If he does need help, Jonas can just howl like the wolf he is until Nick makes his way back.

He loves exploring. Always climbing on rocks, and trees.

Always trying to get Sans to participate, no matter how many times Sans says no.

Talks in length about how he wants to set up an off the grid cabin and just "live off the land," in a commune or something. Always talking about how he'd start a big garden, get rain catchers, solar panels, compost toilets... If Ted Kaczynski can do it, why can't he?

"I'm sorry, the fucking Unibomber?” “He had some good points! Don't worry I would never fucking bomb anyone, he was wrong for that.”

Nick always plays the guitar at the campfire and the boys make up random songs to sing with each other, with Nick leading them like the lil lead singer that he is. :,)

Alphys: Having several regrets...

Nope. Sans is right. Sleeping in a tent sucks! Worst sleep ever. She ends up sleeping in the car with Sans.

Chokes down the bitter ass coffee they have to brew themselves to feed her ✨addiction✨

She misses takeout delivery. And video games.

IS THAT A FUCKING SPIDER!?

She absolutely REEKS of bug spray. Mosquitoes don't even go after her, but she still sprays herself down out of paranoia.

Unlike Sans, she actually tries to participate in the "fun" activities cause she doesn't want to feel left out. Is always out of breath and has to be carried by Jonas halfway through because she is literally gonna have an asthma attack. She doesn't even have asthma, but she will after this five mile hike!

Walks into several spider webs, the poor dear.

Loves the campfire and listening to Sans's stories and Nick's songs. Probably the best part of camping is that moment with everyone. She also loves s'mores :)

S'mores are definitely the best part of camping... And also the fact it makes her feel like she's in a studio ghibli movie!

Jonas : The Wilderness Explorer ™

Jonas absolutely loves camping! Being outdoors in general is his jam. Just because he's a grunge skater boy doesn't mean he's above fishing and hiking.

Always trying to impress people with survivalist shit. Can pitch a tent like no one's business and builds little shelters out of sticks, leaves and moss for fun. Still hasn't figured out how to start a fire with sticks but he's persistent.

Really enjoys the fact Sans is out of his element. Constantly making fun of him. "HAH! look at this guy, he can't even pitch a tent."

After Sans decided he was above sleeping on the ground, Jonas thought it would be really funny to tie some hammocks up in the trees. Sans wakes up to the guys sleeping in the canopy and Jonas is just gloating, “WHO'S ABOVE WHO NOW, SANS!?"

When they're hiking, he always climbs up onto big rocks and howls because it's the funnest shit to do ever.

Loves swimming in the lake and when Sans finds the rope, he's overjoyed. Always doing a bunch of flips off of it. Definitely caught a fish with his bare hands.

The fish promptly slapped him in the face as it flailed from his grip to get back in the water.

LOVES s'mores, but can't eat chocolate, so he just eats the marshmallows off the stick. Always talking about how there's a proper way to roast the marshmallow but immediately burns it.

Is the one who can't sleep after Sans's ghost stories.

Midas: the Anti Boy-Scout 😈

Unlike Alphys, Midas isn't afraid of creepy crawlies... In fact, he's the one tormenting people with creepy crawlies >:)

Definitely placed a tarantula on top of Alphys's sleeping bag and is the reason she now refuses to sleep outside.

Finds the biggest bugs imaginable and chases Maeve on the hiking trail. He is a fucking menace to society and MUST be stopped!

He swims under water (with tinted goggles of course) and pretends to be a water snake to freak people out. Will like swim underneath them and his snake hair will definitely slither along their legs. Has been kicked in the face.

When he's not terrorizing his friends, he's binge drinking at the campsite and smoking. Probably knows all the mushroom types and exactly which mushrooms will get people off their shits.

That being said, he has used his powers for good once and caught a big cotton mouth near the campsite so no one would actually get hurt. Carried it away safely and no one was the wiser. An unsung hero, truly.

One time he went out by himself to just enjoy nature, and took his sunglasses off to enjoy the breeze on his face.

Almost turned a hiker into a monument. Thankfully, he was quick to dodge that bullet.

After Sans's ghost stories, Midas will purposefully stay up and fuck with the boys while they're trying to sleep. Like I said, a fucking menace.

Maeve: ✨ Polaroid Princess ✨

“Wow this is so aesthetic.” *📸*

Where Nick is taking stupid candid videos, Maeve is always forcing everyone into fun, cutesy group photos.

Loves watching the sunset, always crooning over the pretty colors.

Basking in a warm patch of sun is one of her favorite activities. Has definitely found a sunny meadow and just laid there to watch the clouds.

She's always put together, outfits are always coordinated. Definitely over packed and now has to wear EVERY outfit she packed for a two day camping trip.

Much like Nick, she's always trying to get Sans to participate but it's to no avail.

She is also the one to keep Alphys the most company and encourage her all the time when they're hiking. “Guys maybe we should turn around, Alphys is getting tired.” “No I'm fine!” -cue Jonas having to give her a piggy back ride back to the camp site, with Maeve tagging along like “I told you.”

Always forcing people to drink water to stay hydrated. “Hydrate or Die-drate."

Hates swimming, but, again, loves basking on the shoreline while the boys are goofing around in the water.

Jonas and Midas have pushed her in the water once and regretted it immediately because she hulked out on them. Went full Lioness on their asses. She is literally the tallest and biggest out of all them, they should've seen this coming 🤦🏼‍♀️ The bugs were one thing, but THAT CROSSED A LINE!

Frisk: Little Miss Sunshine 🌸😚

Absolutely precious. Always asking people if they need help while setting up the campsite. Definitely brought fairy lights and hangs them up in her tent and around their site in the trees. Everyone wants to hang out in her tent because she made it so cozy. Even Sans isn't above hanging out in there.

Is definitely super stoked about camping. Much like Jonas, she absolutely adores the outdoors and spending time in nature, even though she doesn't have any of the survival skills.

Always asking Jonas to show her how to do cool stuff and he is more than happy to teach her how to do things. He definitely shows off for her all the time, and she enjoys the attention.

Keeps the campsite tidy and organized, always agreeing with Nick about keeping the land clean and picking up litter.

When everyone goes off to hike, she stays behind with Sans to hang out with him alone.

She actually manages to convince him to enjoy the outdoors and the two go off on another trail by themselves, and just talk about life and shit. Occasionally they can hear Jonas howling or Maeve's blood curdling screams from being chased by bugs and they start giggling with each other.

Definitely makes little wildflower bouquets for everyone and also flower crowns.

Everyone is always making sure she's having fun.

Hangs out with Maeve because they're pretty similar. They're always taking pictures together and Frisk is always offering to take pictures of the group so Maeve can actually be in said pictures.

Loves swimming. Tried the rope but it unfortunately snapped on her. The boys constantly asked if she's okay after flopping on her back, but she's just giggling about it the whole time.

Is the one who kicked Midas in the face. She feels really bad about it, and he always teases her about it but hey, he shouldn't have been acting like the creature from the black lagoon!

Loves listening to Sans's ghost stories and Nick's songs too. Definitely the boys' biggest cheerleader.

At night, she climbs up on the roof of the car to stargaze with Sans, and the two point out constellations with each other and tell each other stories.

For some reason, these songs gives me Camping vibes so...

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x--daughters-of-darkness--x · 2 years

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DEMI LOVATO: 'I Admire NITA STRAUSS For Being Such A Bad-Ass Rock Guitarist In A Male-Dominated Field'

Pop star Demi Lovato has commented on her decision to hire Nita Strauss for her solo band, saying that the former ALICE COOPER guitarist is "definitely someone who I learn from each day".

Nita, who has also appeared in all the recent music videos for Lovato's new album, "Holy Fvck", made her live debut with Demi on July 14 with a performance of "Substance" on ABC's Emmy Award-winning late-night show "Jimmy Kimmel Live!".

The 35-year-old musician played her first full live show with Demi on August 13 at the Grandstand at the Illinois State Fair in Springfield, Illinois.

Nita's new gig was first reported as a rumor on July 11 on the Metal Sludge web site.

In an e-mailed statement to Variety, Lovato said about her new solo band: "Once the sonic journey that my latest album, 'Holy Fvck', takes listeners on became clear, I knew I wanted to bring in a band for the 'Holy Fvck Tour' that is not just very skilled at live instruments, but also know how to have a good time on stage, and are performers in their own right. Nita fit that description and more — we have so much fun rocking out in rehearsals and on stage. My band also happens to be all-female, which is empowering to me.

"Working alongside Nita has helped me rebuild my skills on the guitar and she's definitely someone who I learn from each day," Demi added. "I admire Nita for being such a bad-ass rock guitarist in a male-dominated field."

Strauss told Variety that she was excited about helping Lovato put together a band to bring the harder-edged "Holy Fvck" material to life in a live situation. "Who wouldn't want to play with one of the biggest pop stars in the world who wants to bring this style of music — this hard music that we love — to a massive mainstream audience," Nita said. "What a no-brainer of an idea."

Strauss also addressed the fact that some of her fans were less than thrilled about her new career move.

"I think no matter what you do, wherever there is change, there's bound to be some backlash," she said. "It definitely hasn't all been easy — I even recognize some people, longtime fans that I've met tons of times and always had lovely interactions with, taken tons of photos with over the years, etc., now in the comments section calling me names. So that part is hurtful. But at the same time, as an artist you have to always grow and change and when things change, you can't please everyone."

Earlier this month, Nita spoke about how she ended up playing with Lovato, telling Louder: "So I actually got a text from Demi's musical director when I was on the road with my solo band on the BLACK LABEL SOCIETY tour, and essentially what it said was what we all know now: Demi is a huge rock and metal fan. And Demi wants to go back to her routes and wants to put together an all-female rock band. She's really one of the biggest stars in the world and she wants to take a step into our genre and this style of music that we love so much. When you get that text, that somebody wants to bring that type of music to the forefront, how do you say no? How do you turn down this opportunity to bring this style of music to so many more people? So I was thrilled to hear about it and I jumped at the opportunity. This was all way back in May. It's been in the works for a really long time."

She continued: "I've seen a lot of stuff out there saying, 'She jumped ship really fast'. There was nothing that happened fast, I think people just found out about it all at once. First and foremost, I went to Alice and [his wife] Sheryl for their blessing which they were so happy to give. Then I went to Alice's management and started rehearsal with Demi. I did my first TV appearance with Demi, I believe it was three days after the last Alice show, so it was really out of the frying pan and into the fire. But her team has been really fun to work with, the band is incredible, the musical director, Demi herself, it's just been a really good experience overall."

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birdkittenn · 2 years

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im going to give the train guys 3 more siblings. im going to quintuplet the twins. why? because i was thinking “haha what if i gave them left and right in addition to their own up and down” and then i assigned colours to the new 2 (red and green) and thats go and stop and then theres the slow down yellow colour so i added a 3rd one. so quintuplets it is

wanna hear me talk about my thoughts about their 3 new brothers? you have no choice, either read this or scroll past it

#1: green light, go < specializes in triple battles (no stopping! all 3 attack at once!) < is a fan of sweeper teams. whats stalling? no need to drag on a fight if you can end it in the next couple turns < his team is a bit glass cannon-y since he put all his skill points into attack and none into defense

#2: yellow light, slow down, railroad crossing (those signs are yellow and also an x shape) = does not specialize in any particular battle (jack of all trades) or i can make him do launcher battles. i have no idea what those are, i just found out it existed 5 minutes ago = fan of sticky web galvantula + sweeper teams and trick room teams = oh oh and that 1 team where you just setup stealth rock + spikes + toxic spikes etc (maybe also with a taunt user to fuck over defog users) and then spamming roar/whirlwind type moves. maybe a shadow tag/arena trap mon too for good measure = aside from that, i imagine he also has a good amount of offense/defense to be the middle ground for greens pure offensive team and reds defensive team

#3. red light, stop. specializes in rotation battles (think your moves through. you cant hit everyone on the field) > fan of defensive stall teams, loves rest+sleep talk, wish, toxic, protect etc > probably has a baton pass user somewhere so he can pass all the buffs onto this one sweeper

as for their names, respectively its hidari (left), fumikiri (railroad crossing), and tomari (stopover/stop). couldnt name red the word for right since its migi and that doesnt fit the whole “name ends in -ri” minor theme theyve got going on. also i used excessive translation sites for this

as for their eng names, i dont actually know. ive got gou for green (cause. go) but nothing else for the other 2. either way im going to continue referring them by their colours

green and red are pretty much just opposites while yellow is their middle ground. some personality points ive thought about them so far are below

- green has 0 patience and cant stand still. he talks very very fast and gets frustrated if people cant operate on the same speed as him (and has to be reminded a lot that people dont go that fast) - vs red whos quiet a lot of the time and prefers to sign since talking too much makes his throat kind of sore(? not the right word but the closest i can think of. im like this too but my threshold for talking is a lot bigger than his) - green loves to cause chaos on purpose. a lot of complaints about the subway can probably be traced back to him. says whatever he wants on the announcements - red... honestly i was gonna make red cautious and be the one to reel green back but honestly i think its a lot funnier of red thinks greens antics are also hilarious as shit and does nothing to stop him. he watches the chaos in the background, popcorn in hand. it falls to the other siblings to stop green but green is the fastest runner out of them all (hes the fastest on purpose. he trained to be the fastest on purpose so no one else can catch him). yellow is a very close 2nd because for some reason, hes always nearby green whenever green does stupid shit so yellow learned to sprint out of necessity

as for their respective starters...hmmmmm. ghost, fire and electric types are out. yellow has a reuniclus since it has a slow speed and can setup trick room. red has a steel type since those are commonly defensive pokemon, so im thinking ferrothorn? no idea for green. wait dragon. hydreigon. green gets a hydreigon. everyone else is going “what the fuck? why is your starter a hydreigon” and green cackles

sorry while writing this i changed my mind. im no longer quintupleting the twins, im taking these 3 for myself. actually wait i can do both

#the 3 meet their counterparts and its like woah #i already have ways of how they can fit into my oc verse #its not like its hard the oc verse isnt that fleshed out #well it is but not to the point id like

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Agnetha's legacy (aka Attack Of The Swedes)

At some point, I will have to write about ABBA. They were the first band i ever got into...i was like 10 or 11. Back then, the fact that they were Swedish was a novelty. Now, being Swedish is no big deal...there's is a virtual Scandinavian invasion afoot. So Attack Of The Swedes, here we go

With Every Heartbeat-Robyn You might remember Robyn from a few years back. She was this short Swedish chick with a Pink-esque look and had some minor hits (i think they both hit the Top 40) with Show Me Love and Do You Know What It Takes. Catchy tunes, yes...but kinda blended into the pop/r&b landscape (although i actually liked the former). And then she disappeared.

Well lo and behold, she's back. Now older, Robyn left the major labels and puts out her own music, using the web and MySpace to promote her music. She was linked up with Max Martin (future Britney Spears svengali) and was irritated that she lost control of her music. So she bailed. Kinda cool. I read about her on another blog...she had a song out last year (although the album is just out in the UK) called Be Mine. Insanely catchy, it should have been an enormous hit. Over skittering beats and massive strings, it's all angst and girlish tears (it opens with the fabulous line "it's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain"...basically she sees her ex-boyfriend with another girl. It all features a fantastic spoken word interlude about the scarf that she gave him and the new girl. Honestly, shoulda been huge. Maybe still will...who knows.

Two other songs worth nothing hit the web. Robotboy (also great pop) and Konichiwa Bitches, which is about 2 minutes long in its original version and featuring a much lauded Trentemoller mix. Both good....

but this....simply gorgeous. Again, it's pop. But its brilliant. It's on the cd as well as being out on a single where its credited to Kleerup featuring Robyn. In any event, she opens the song singing about how she and her love should keep working

maybe we can make it alright we could better sometime maybe we can make it happen baby we could keep trying....

and then, in a moment that i can only call a "Joy Division" moment (i know sacrilege) the song literally sounds like it is lifting up...she sings...."but things will never change, so i don't look back, still i am dyin' with every step i take." And then the beat comes in. And thats it...she just walks away while the song goes on to talk about why the relationship will never ever work and how it hurts "with every heartbeat." Its a beautiful sad song. It reminds me of If You Leave by OMD, I am sure because of the subject matter and the phrase "If you leave, don't look back." Maybe its the companion piece or its her answer. But it has that same feel...surely one of the more beautiful melancholy Number 1's of the 80's. Please seek out this song...its wonderful and charming and cool.

Anyways, you can check it out on www.juno.co.uk or on www.beatport.com or on her website,http://www.robyn.com/index.html and you can check out some of the other songs i mentioned on her myspace site, http://www.myspace.com/robynmyspace

Lose You-Linda Sundblad

Another Swede and another MySpace denizen (http://myspace.com/lindasundblad), where i ran into her. This is a song that you could easily imagine hearing on the radio. It definitely sounds a bit like some of the better selections from Sheryl Crow...it has that casual rock-chick feel. Also, its very summer. Honestly, it reminds me a bit of the 70's...very Fleetwood Mac...i don't know, the chords or the organ sound.

Keeping with the blonde, gorgeous yet dark & melancholic Swedish vein, the song starts out all casual about meeting a boy

Pounding heart on a Saturday night sneaking peeks down my velvet skirt cutie talk not to witty or bright but your beauty was the kind that could hurt l could tell from the look in your eyes l was trigging your insanity l just knew l could see it that...

and then the song goes from a pensive meeting to a much darker and twisted place

...i would lose you, i would lose you from the start

Very Bergman, if you ask me.

Sit Down-Flunk

Ok. Not Swedish. Nobody knows this band. I think like 4 people outside of Norway (1 is me, 1 is Carlos). It's a shame. At the risk of labeling them with an adjective often considered bad, they are often lumped into the chillout genre. I consider them soul music, really.

This is their new single. It's beautiful, pensive, kinda sad sounding. Very late night. Very glass of red wine...you can check it out here....http://flunkmusic.com/personale/

but what i really want to write about is this song

On My Balcony-Flunk 3 minutes and 10 seconds of sexy sexy sexy. Has a vague hip-hop beat and a funky guitar. And that's kinda it, save the languid vocals of Anya Oyen Vister. Anya has a very Scandinavian voice...its hard to explain, but she has that chilly/warm combo that you hear in many artists from that area.

Like i said, the song is very sensual...i'd even say erotic, although not explicit in any sense.

Here comes summer Beaming in through my bedroom window There´s a song on the radio You used to hum back then Here comes summer Still feels fresh as morning air Today I'll just stay here And do, well, whatever I´ll do whatever Please, make summer last forever All I wanna do Is sit here on my balcony And think about you and me And how happy we could be

And thats kinda it. From my perspective, the song is kinda ambiguous. You don't really know if they will be happy, i guess. However, its hopefully, not only in the tone, but i get this image of her on her balcony in the early morning, maybe her lover is still sleeping. Its early, both literally and in the relationship, and she's hopeful that it will always stay just like this. Summer as a metaphor for the beginning part of every relationship, before things get tough (and sometimes end...Linda Sundblad knows its gonna end right from the start)

Find the album Morning Star....you can hear it there. Sexy sexy sexy, i swear.

#flunk #robyn #sweden swedish #pop genius #dancing on my own

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101 Concepts For GMC Sierra

Have you ever found yourself yearning for an escape from the daily grind? A chance to leave behind the crowded streets and immerse yourself in the beauty of nature? If so, then you might be a kindred spirit, someone who seeks solace and adventure in the great outdoors. And if that's the case, then the GMC Sierra might just be your perfect companion on those off-roading escapades that your soul so desperately craves. When it comes to off-roading vehicles, the GMC Sierra often takes a backseat to more popular options like the Jeep Wrangler or Toyota Tacoma. But let me tell you, this underdog has some surprising tricks up its sleeve that make it a formidable choice for any off-road enthusiast. One of the most overlooked aspects of the GMC Sierra's off-roading prowess is its exceptional ground clearance. Now, I know what you're thinking - ground clearance is important for any off-roading vehicle, so what's the big deal? Well, let me put it this way - the Sierra's ground clearance is like a superhero cape, allowing you to conquer challenging terrains with ease. Imagine yourself driving along a rocky trail, your heart pounding with excitement as you navigate through treacherous obstacles. With the Sierra's impressive ground clearance, you won't have to worry about scraping the undercarriage or getting stuck in a rut. It effortlessly glides over rocks and bumps, giving you the confidence to explore uncharted territories. But ground clearance alone isn't enough to make the GMC Sierra a true off-roading champion. Its advanced suspension system deserves a standing ovation for its ability to absorb the harshest of impacts, ensuring a smooth and comfortable ride even on the roughest of terrains. It's like having a magic carpet beneath your wheels, cushioning you from the jolts and bumps that come with off-roading. Now, let me share a personal anecdote with you. Last summer, I embarked on an off-road adventure with my trusty GMC Sierra. We ventured into the heart of the Mojave Desert, where the scorching heat and unforgiving terrain tested not only my driving skills but also the resilience of my vehicle. As we traversed through sandy dunes and rocky outcrops, I couldn't help but marvel at the Sierra's unwavering performance. It effortlessly conquered steep inclines, its powerful engine roaring with determination. And when the going got tough, its four-wheel drive system kicked into action, providing the necessary traction to keep us moving forward. But the real game-changer came when we encountered a deep muddy pit that seemed insurmountable. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if we should turn back. Yet, something inside me urged me to push forward. With a deep breath, I engaged the Sierra's hill descent control and slowly descended into the muddy abyss.

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Hi Hey I was really without sleep for some days and under the weath a bit, so I didn't want my mug to be recorded. But I wanted to play some songs. And get some riffs and drafts recorded. So I carved about 4 pumpkins in 2 days. Decided a lantern head is the best option to this situation. As I wanted these song drafts or ideas recorded to re-work later.

The latter end of this was uploaded a few ago as a separate vid. But I stuck it into here as a music journal I guess you'd say. Playing on a yamaha fg830 10/21/2023 improvising some tracks.

video archives added over with closes local files randomly added as a "media collage randomization" technique that Burroughs I think used via in text and some authors and artists and musicians used a good bit in a popularization revival of it in the early 70s. So I do that with some footage if editing drafts such as this.

Hey so spirits or persona souls kind of dip into the world and collect certain inspirations so some of those in the playing are a bit of Sumeria, Bohemia, American Blues, Irish poetry, earlier style rock'n'roll. It's really a nasty and annoying game to niche and genre stuff though I have trouble with that. I realize I magnet in people that get more pyssed or judgy about what I do than people who like it, haw haw haw, but that's life in the modern web world. But it feels uplifting and healing to play, no matter that thing, and when playing its very true that rock or that spirit of rock music playing is a soulful and imminent visitation to some kind of experience. Which comes to answer "why improvise songs all the time?" I think its fun to let them live in their direct and needed moment. and if played again later on then its fine. But there's some pallette of a spiritual experience where others yell at ya to go to church or believe their whole this thing or that thing. Like, well, I'd rather bond with this wood instrument and do this it's one of the few things that make me happy.

I'll have the two files of this onto https://www.patreon.com/posts/jack-o-lantern-i-91422674

even if they're constructing or b-side material. I put a lot of projects and full albums up there. Gas money to next shows or hard drives to store more stuff on or re-signing up to distrokid. Get creative online and we all become beggars aye? Shyte I mean its economic apocalypse, very neat. spotify is https://open.spotify.com/artist/0kBvq9fPHQivusr4ZjdAiG Main site https://www.lomemarsupial.com not sparming all the rest of the links.

Going to try to rest up better so I dont have to stuff a jack o lantern over my head, thanks have a noice weekend.

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#blues #rock #american blues #songwriting #improvised music #acoustic rock #pumpkin head #video editing #media collage #collage arts #halloween #jack o lantern #jack-o-lantern

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