#2nd wave of black metal

[grungeprincess2]

Just a girl, who loves Black Metal

[idiotcoward]

Darkrhrone - Under a Funeral Moon

Well since I’ll be forced to listen to Mayhem when I go see Cannibal Corpse, Gorguts, and Blood Incantation, I’ve decided to go on quite the “actually good black metal” kick these past few days, as I despise mayhem. This album tho, ohhh fuck, it’s so good gang, this thing has so many good riffs that just capture that cruel and frigid black metal energy so we’ll, especially the one on ‘To Walk the Infernal Fields’ that shit just goes so so incredibly hard! On top of that there are genuinely some fun production quirks on this thing even tho it’s raw. Some cool synth or noisey additions, some effects to create the feeling of being in some sort of old cursed church, especially on the bass drum it sounds like. The whole thing is an incredible ride. If you haven’t listened to it you should. Black metal classic.

[anonymous-witness777]

Ok the exact reverse of this is in high school when I heard someone say "if you aren't sure if the media you're consuming is honoring to God, invite the Holy Spirit to watch/listen/read with you and see if you feel convicted." So I was like "ok! Holy Spirit, let's listen to Darkthrone! (:" And then we did. I did not feel convicted lol.

I only fully stopped listening to Satanic metal when Storm of the Light's Bane gave me intrusive thoughts. (':

Do you have any tips on how to ethically consume media

put a sheet over your head so god cant see you

[ardl]

thinkin about bein a trve latin amerikan black metal type of person

[gremlin-girly]

Flufftober Day 14

@flufftober

Prompt: Mundane AU

Alt Title: One Piece at A Time

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x f!Reader

Tags/warnings: Dean being Dean tbh (big ol' warning there), FLUFF, meetcute (I really like these apparently ahaha), Dean is a Mechanic, Sammy Stayed in law school :), John is still dead (I still hate him), Reader knows nothing about cars, 2nd person (female  Reader – use of "lady" once), tattooed! Dean, this is 10000% a grumpy x sunshine now that I think about it

Summary: You have car trouble and head to the nearest mechanic, Singer & Son, where your grumpy mechanic gives you an earful for not taking care of your car.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: I may or may not have scared my own mechanic with these things. Mechanics fear me. And if you know Johnny Cash, you'll recognise the title of this piece!

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Nothing in particular made you choose Singer & Son Garage as your new mechanic of choice. Reviews were good and it was near your house; you were sold. When you had left your car with the wizened Bobby singer, he had told you that your car should be ready in two days.

That was four days ago.

It was only supposed to be an annual check-up, ensuring everything was in working order. Which it was - when you'd left it at the garage. It drove nicely from point A to B, other than the strange rattling that had started a month ago (or the weird noise when you'd use the wipers). So, when you rang the garage on the afternoon on the 4th day, you certainly weren't expecting to get gruff, clearly annoyed answers from one of the mechanics.

"So... is the car okay?" You asked nervously, beginning to worry about the cost to fix or if there was a scam taking place.

“Yeah. You could say that. “ There’s a scoff and you can practically  see the eyeroll on the faceless person on the other end of the line.

"Uh... Okay? When can I pick it up? " You frown into the phone, unsure what he meant but bit back an indignant huff.

There's a pause. “This evening, if you want I guess. Look lady - I don't know what you did to this car but there's a lot of work that needs to be done. " The voice's annoyance seems to grow but you can't fathom why. “You’ll need to come down so we can discuss what needs done and book it all in.”

Your frown deepens. You weren't well-versed in cars and you were so far out of your depth you weren't sure if you were being ripped off.

"Uh. sure. Just give me a time."

“16:45 work?"

You check your work calendar. "Yeah. "

There's a grunt of approval. "Alright. See you then. "

 The phone clicks off and you're left staring at your phone in disbelief. You even blink a few times at the black screen of your phone. What crawled up his ass and died? The car was okay - that's all that mattered.

You sigh, mentally preparing for your bank account to break.

At 16:40 you wander into the garage, poking your head into the small office. Bobby Singer looks the exact same as he did four days ago, just in a different colour plaid. He's still tired-eyed with a phone pressed to his ear, hidden behind a mountain of paperwork. You give him a small wave and a smile when he glanced at the doorway.

He put his hand over the phone and waved you in. "Hey, again. Here for your car?"

You nod and wring your hands awkwardly. You feel like you're in the principal's office about to get an earful. Bobby gives you a short smile before speaking into an intercom.

"Dean, customer here to collect."

Silence.

“Dean,” He says a little louder. “Customer here to collect."

More silence.

You look around the office sheepishly when Bobby sighs.

"Sorry Sammy, your brother's not answering. Give me a sec,” He says gently into the phone before yelling into the intercom. "DEAN!"

His sudden yell made you jump half an inch into the air and he shot you an apologetic smile. Whoever Sammy is, he must be saying something to Bobby because he huffs into the phone. "He's playing his damn music to loud. Again.”

There's a clang of metal and the gruff voice from earlier calls out from behind you, causing you to turn. “Yeah?"

Stood leaning against the door is probably one of the most attractive men you've ever seen. He's wearing a white tank although you're not sure why; he's covered in grease and oil head to toe looking like a dishevelled dalmatian. His strong, tanned arms are littered with tattoos and your eyes trail to his ringed hands that are wiping a wrench clean with a dirty rag, that he then tucks into dirty blue overalls that have the arms tied at his waist.

Bobby nods in your direction and in a sarcastic tone says, "Customer."

Dean’s  green eyes cast a glance at you quizzically like he'd forgotten you were coming. Then he looks like he's about to roll them as he realises who you are. “Follow me.”

Dean leads you out back, where ACDC is playing from an old, beat-up greasy radio. You try not to stare, occupying your mind instead with trying to spot your car. It's like a car graveyard; tens if not hundreds of cars in various states of repair are scattered around the lot.

Your nervousness grows the more you walk until you see your car. Or more accurately, what's left of it. It's on a jack and one of the wheels is on the floor. It looks okay, all things considered. You guess that Dean must have been messing with you.

"It's fine!" You say, relieved. Dean shoots you a glare.

"It's not fine." He grunts. "Your suspension is rusted on the front and back, two of your tyre treads are below legal limit, one of your reverse lights is out and the rubber on your windscreen wipers is missing."

You stare blankly at him. "Meaning..."

"Meaning," Dean continues. "Your car should not be on the road."

"Ah," You say, dumbfounded. It was working four days ago just fine, and you tell Dean as much. He just scoffs.

"I don't know how that car did not blow up on you." He crosses his arms across his chest. "There's a lot of work that needs done."

Now your nerves were waking up again and spinning into a frenzy. "H-How much are we talking?"

Dean scratches the back of his head and heaves a sigh, looking thoughtfully at the skeleton of your car. "Maybe a grand. Could be more, depending on parts."

You almost swoon at the price. It was cheaper than buying a new car but that was the kind of money you did not have at hand. "Could I just get.. five hundred dollars worth of repairs?"

You look hopefully at Dean who frowns and then sighs. "Some of the repairs are a quick fix. If you're willing - I could show you how to fix 'em. That'll knock down the price."

You're so happy you could cry. "Thank you so much. That - That's really kind." You give Dean a grateful smile but he turns his head away from you quickly, clearing his throat.

"We'll get it done one piece at a time." He reassures you, voice slightly less grumpy. Only slightly.

"So... can I take it home?" You ask curiously, bouncing your foot on a tyre.

"No, I can't let you leave in it because it will fall apart." Dean huffs. "Sorry, but you'll be without the car if we're doing it bit by bit."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh." He huffs, scowling at you.

Walking everywhere would be good for you. It was better than being down a whole grand.

"Look, I can drop you home since you came all the way here. I needed you to see what you'd done to the poor thing." Dean starts to walk back towards Bobby's office, you following his lead.

"I can walk." You insist, eager to not piss Dean off anymore than he already seems to be with you. "It's not far I swear."

Dean still huffs. "No, I'll drive you. Bobby'd kill me if he knew I let you walk home in the dark anyway."

You open your mouth to argue, but he gives you a steely look that tells you he isn't up for debating you; it's happening whether you like it or not. You smile awkwardly and mumble your thanks, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as Dean grabs a set of keys.

"C'mon, we'll take Baby."

You're brows furrow slightly, unsure whom he's calling baby, but teeter behind him.

Baby, as it happened, was a car.

You pull a face but as you drift by the sleek black exterior and peer at the black leather seats, drawing a short breath of awe.

Baby looked sexy.

You can't ever recall thinking a car looked sexy, but Baby was. Especially with Dean in the driver's seat. You slide into the passenger side and close the door with care, terrified to be too rough. Baby smells like car oil and pine and unlike Dean she is pristine. You buckle up and place your hands awkwardly in your lap as Dean turns the key. Baby's engine doesn't roar to life like your hunk of junk - she purrs - setting a steady rumble as Dean's strong arm reaches behind you so he can reverse out of the parking space carefully.

"Do you mind if I...?" Dean points at the car radio once on a short stretch of road and you shrug.

"Go ahead."

Dean turns the dial and Led Zepplin fades in through the speakers. You tap your foot along to the beat, you don't know the song but you do recognise it. After a few moments, you can hear Dean humming along to the lyrics, checking his mirrors at a junction and you bite back a smile. When he wasn't being such a grump, he was actually kind of cute.

The car ride was mostly silent until you got to a busy stretch of road and some asshole just had to dangerously cut up Baby, narrowly missing the car by a few centimetres had Dean not swerved. However, as Dean swerved, you'd slid down the seat and knocked into his shoulder with a squeak of surprise.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean yells at the driver, laying on the horn. He looks down at you worried. "You okay?"

You blink up at him, wide-eyed with slightly dishevelled hair. Your heart is racing fast from the near-miss but when your eyes lock with his, heat rushes to your cheeks and you can't seem to sit up fast enough.

"S-sorry. I'm alright." You clear your throat and give him a sheepish smile but he bursts into laughter. "What?"

Dean points at his cheek, snickering. "You have some oil on your face."

"I do?" You pull down the mirror and inspect your face and sure enough, there's a big black smudge on your cheek. The oil from Dean's clothes must have rubbed off when you knocked into him. "Oh, Goddammit." You rub at the smudge, only making it worse.

"Hey, stop that." Dean tuts, glancing back over at you from the road. "Dish soap and water'll make that come right off."

"Oh - thanks. Ah! This street right up ahead. That's me."

Dean grunts and nods, turning into your street gliding up to the curb outside your house. The engine cuts out and on autopilot you unbuckle yourself. Dean watches quietly but doesn't say anything.

"Thanks again," You say, hand on the door handle and flashing Dean a smile. "I don't know how I could repay you for my car."

His cheeks flush pink. Usually, this was where he'd flirt shamelessly, but something about you had his chest feeling tight and his stomach rolling. He finds himself thinking about how you were looking up at him when you'd knocked into him and how his heart fluttered. How he'd willingly offered his unpaid services to fix your car (even if you were supposed to help). How he'd nonchalantly decided to drive you home in Baby of all the cars on the lot. Dean swallows thickly.

"Maybe... dinner?"

"Dinner?" Your eyebrows fly up and you stop opening the passenger door. You falter for a moment before smiling at him, blush back in full force. "Uh, yeah, sure. I'd like dinner."

Dean's hands grip the steering wheel tightly, turning his knuckles white. He nods and struggles to find his voice for a moment.

"When's good?"

"Tonight's good. Or Friday." You say watching him with a small smile. He looks like he's not used to asking someone out on a real date. You decide to help him out a bit. "There's a really good burger joint on Winston Street. We could go there."

Dean’s eyes glitter when he looks over at you, breaking into a grin. "You mean Diego's?"

"Yeah, that's the one. Best burgers I've ever had." You tilt your head slightly at him. "You been before? We could go somewhere-"

"It's my favourite." Dean interrupts. "I'd love to take you there."

Your heart thunders and you nod, beaming at him. "Alright then, it's a date."

"It's a date." He says, a smirk twitching on his lips.

Once you and Dean have said your goodbyes and you're safely tucked against the wood of your front door you slump against it sighing dreamily. Friday couldn't come quick enough.

[mariacrow]

How about a (bayverse)transformers x reader that is from our universe? Like we somehow got into the movies which means we know everything, who dies,when they die, who to trust ect. so that would mean that we can save bots that are going to get killed yk?(jazz my baby🥺🥺) okay so if you have no clue how to write it, you dont have to!!!

I totally get you! It’s like an AU I have myself :) My brain simply CANNOT comprehend that they’re dead. What if, to add a little more spice, we’re actually a Witwicky or better yet Sam’s sibling! I’ll leave that to your imagination ;) and I know exactly how to write this piece ;)

AU where Jazz, Ironhide and Ratchet are saved by Y/N!

2nd person

female reader

takes place in Transformers (2007)

takes place in Transformers: Dark of the Moon (2011)

takes place in Transformers: Age of Extinction (2014)

battle, injuries, reassurance, swearing, flirting…

JAZZ lives!

“YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME!? YOU WANT A PIECE!?” blasting Megatron’s legs, Jazz was angrily shouting while you were watching, standing on top the same building Megatron was on along with Jazz in his claws.

“No! I want two!” Megatron yelled angrily.

“Hey! Hey big guy! Megs!” you yelled as loudly as you could so Megatron could hear you. Your plan was to distract him. “Megatron!!!”

Just when he was about to rip Jazz in two pieces, he turned around because he heard you. Jazz took that opportunity immediately and blasted him in the face. Megatron groaned in pain and irritation as his grip on Jazz went loose.

“You ain’t that smart after all, you pile of rust!” Jazz mocked him as he got out of his grasp and jumped towards you.

Megatron quickly turned around and aimed at you both while groaning in indescribable anger. Jazz grabbed you and jumped off the building while Megatron was trying to blast you both.

“Hold on tight, baby girl!” not the best time for flirting.

Jazz transformed into his BMW and secured you in the driver’s seat with a seatbelt, driving down the building, vertically.

“WOOOAH! JAZZ WATCH OOOUT!”

Inching from the ground, he partially transformed to safely push himself onto the ground. He did scratch his bumper though.

“Aw man! Not the bumper!”

He was speeding through the streets, drifting and sliding like the pro he is. You could barely comprehend what just happened.

“Quite of a bumpy ride, huh~?” he said kinda seductively.

“Jazz, you’re insane.” you said, chuckling.

“You saved my life out there, kid, you know that?”

“Hey, what are friends for?”

“Yeah.” he chuckled, “ “Friends~” “

🩶

IRONHIDE lives!

“For the sake of our survival, a deal had to be made… With Megatron.” Sentinel said as he repeated his gun.

Your eyes widened. Your heart skipped a beat as a heavy wave of adrenaline struck your body. The gun you were holding felt heavier than ever.

“IRONHIDE, WATCH OUT!!!” you shouted and started shooting at Sentinel’s face, aiming for his optics. You made him groan as his aim on Ironhide became wonky.

Ironhide turned around in time and got his weapons out. Sentinel managed to blast his arm off. It made Ironhide groan and lose balance, falling onto his knee as he was trying to shoot Sentinel with his other arm but the pain was keeping him away from being precise.

“NOOO!” you panicked because of Ironhide, seeing he’s badly injured.

“TRAITOROUS PUNK!” Ironhide cussed.

“GET BACK!!!” Lennox yelled.

Bumblebee reacted quickly, the fight was on. Sentinel managed to blast the base, sparkles and heat were all over the place, you could barely see anything. The sharp pieces of metal were flying everywhere which got you injured. Your arm was badly hurt which made you drop your gun and yelp.

Suddenly you could feel a huge, strong metal hand grab you and pull you back. Clinking of Ironhide’s transformation surrounded you and you soon found yourself inside of the black RAM.

He floored it along with Bee. You could hear him groan. His turning was wonky, he was barely driving.

“We need to find Ratchet, ASAP!”

“I don’t need no medic!” you could hear pain in his voice.

“Ironhide, it is not the time for your stubbornness! Please! That grandpa blasted your whole arm off!”

He angrily drifted into an alley and transformed back. You flew out and hit the ground as he slid down the wall, sitting down, holding his leaking shoulder.

You bravely got up and climbed on his leg, taking a better look at him.

“Ironhide, please…” you looked at him with pleading eyes, “This is serious and I don’t know how to fix it…”

Seeing you almost cry because of him made his spark ache. The fact you worry so much about him made it even harder for him to suppress his feelings…

“Fine… Call Ratchet…” he huffed, his ego kinda hurting.

And so you did. He was on his way. You were praying he arrives safely.

Ironhide picked you up and placed you on his other shoulder, gently keeping his servo around you. You smiled and leaned against his helm, giving him a hug. Funny how you both got your left arms injured. Twins!!!

“It’s gonna be alright… I promise…”

“Well I ain’t dying yet.” he chuckled through the pain, “I didn’t even get to take you out.”

He made you chuckle, “Well then. What are you doing tomorrow?”

You both had a good laugh as Ratchet’s sirens were approaching.

Ironhide was saved.

🩶

RATCHET lives!

Ratchet and you were hiding on that abandoned boat for a long time. It was quite difficult for survival but you had him and he had you. He has great survival skills, he taught you a lot.

The night they went hunting for you both almost meant the end. Thankfully you were there with him to react on time. You weren’t sleeping, you were guarding the hiding spot.

It was a peaceful night with a clear sky. You furrowed you eyebrows once the silence was ruined by helicopters in the distance. They were getting closer, you saw them as well as bunch of cars on the dirt road. Your eyes widened as you ran to Ratchet.

“Ratchet! Ratchet, wake up! We need to go, now! They’re coming for us!!”

“Are you sure, Y/N?”

“Yes! I saw them in the distance! Come on, hurry!” you said while quickly packing everything you had, picking up your bag and running out with him. He had a bad feeling about this but he trusted you nonetheless.

The boat got blasted from far away, you didn’t even see who did it. All you knew is that it made you jump off the boat. Ratchet grabbed you mid air and transformed into the ambulance vehicle. You found yourself tumbling inside as he got onto the ground and floored it.

Someone kept blasting you from far away. It was Lockdown tracking you but you had no clue.

“Someone is tracking us! We need to lose them!”

“I know where to go. I suggest you hold on tight! Safety first!” he’s so wholesome.

Suddenly, Ratchet’s tire got blasted. Both of you almost went flying.

“Primus!” Ratchet exclaimed and groaned.

“WOAH!” you bounced inside, securing yourself with a seatbelt, “Your tire is gone!”

Nevertheless, he kept driving with no back tire. You kept being chased by enormously strong blasts until you lost whoever was trying to kill you.

“Whatever was trying to kill us… it isn’t human. I don’t think we have such artillery… and it wasn’t coming from the sky for sure.”

“Humans have made an alliance with the Deceptacons. They won’t stop until they butcher us all!” he said with emotional pain in his voice while driving deep into the countryside, going for an abandoned junkyard.

You sat there, resting. Ratchet seemed hopeless until he spoke.

“Optimus will come back. I know he will. All of this isn’t for nothing…”

You looked up at him and smiled, standing up.

“I’ll go find a spare tire.”

You made him smile, “Thank you. You’re a sweetheart…”

That night you saved the medic’s life without even knowing how butchered he could’ve been by Savoy, Lockdown and KSI…

Dividers belong to @saradika 🩶

[gothic-thoughts]

Joined At The Hip

(For anyone who already read this, "part 2" was added on instead 😗)

König x Black Fem Reader Angst

DarkFicWarning

CW: Konig saves you from your captors and comforts you after, 3rd person and 2nd person pov, some German, showering together

TW: ransom kidnapping, tied up and gagged, guns mention, violence mention, animal death mention, anxiety/crying

Word Count: 2685 (give or take)

Any and all German translated by DeepL

“Colonel!” 

The towering man turns back, looking over his shoulder to see the soldier running towards him from down the hall. He folds his arms across his chest, the muscles of his forearms flexing beneath the sleeve of his uniform. He steps a little closer to wait until the soldier stops before him, huffing. 

“Sir.”

“Soldier.”

“We were just sent a video of an abducted woman.”

König's eyebrows furrow in surprise. “Show me.”

“We don't know her sir, but—”

“I didn’t ask, I said, show me.”

The soldier leads him to the conference room and plays the video. It was only 15 seconds of his girlfriend in baggy clothes that weren't hers while tied to a chair and gagged, the sight causing his chest and stomach to burn with wrath despite his eyes falling cold and emotionless. A gloved hand came into the frame, holding a pistol and pressing the barrel to her temple lightly to make her cry some more before holding up a sign to the camera that read, ‘₤500,000’.

Colonel König's fists clenched so hard his gloves squeaked, alerting the other soldier to look down at the fist before back up to the back of his head nervously, unaware of the cold fury in his eyes.

“How did they know about her...?” He whispered, albeit calmly.

“What, sir?”

He looks at the soldier, his gaze piercing and devoid of emotion. “I said how old is this?”

“2 hours, sir.”

“Woher?”

“Abandoned building just outside Milan; should I get the assault team read—”

“Nein.” He turns back to the looping video on the projector, “Three men and a chopper.”

“Three? Sir, that’s—”

“Sie haben Ihre Befehle (You have your orders). Und Gott helfe Ihnen, wenn ich mich wiederholen muss (And god help you if I have to repeat myself).”

The soldier runs out of the room, leaving his Colonel to watch the video over and over, the image of (Y/n) crying with a gun barrel to her head permanently staining his mind— he knew even when, not if, when he saved her he would still be scarred. He takes a deep breath to try and center himself, knowing he would save her and knowing those men will get what they deserve. It was the two things keeping him calm as he stood there and waited for the soldiers and helicopter to be ready.

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5 Hours Later

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You hear bones cracking, gunfire, and the terrified yelps and screams of men just outside the room you were being held in. You whimper with fear and confusion, sounds muffled by the gag in your teeth, unaware that König was both indirectly and directly the cause, meanwhile, the only pity in his mind was at the possibility of how much you were hearing and how terrified you must be. Finally, he reaches a door and presses his ear to it to listen to your muffled crying.

Meanwhile, you were in the room, hearing the deafening silence of the threat at the door, and begin to squirm and rock in the chair you were tied to until it fell on its side, making you whine at the pain in your shoulder right before the door flies open, the sound of wood splintering and metal hinges being ripped off filling the room as a bloody boot kicks the door in. He steps in, bloody gloves gripping his assault rifle tightly as it scans the room. Happy noises bleed through the ball of dry cloth in your mouth as you call out.

“König~!”

His eyes quickly land on you, tied up and on your side, and finally regain their life, softening as a wave of relief washes over him. He lowers his gun as he approaches you, his steps slow and deliberate until he kneels beside you, examining your body for any injuries. He carefully places a bloodied hand on your cheek, trying to reassure you to which you nuzzle his hand as tears pour from your eyes.

“Shh, bleib ruhig (stay calm), ich habe dich (I have you).” He carefully pulls the gag from your mouth, “I'm here.”

His bloody fingers gently wipe the tears away as best he can, leaving streaks of the combined fluids across your cheeks. He moves behind you, his fingers working to untie the rope that holds you in place— first your wrists then your ankles, his fingers moving with a practiced ease, and once the final knot is undone he pulls you up and holds your head to his chest, the sound of your sobs like a knife in his heart. 

You hug him back impossibly tighter without a single care about the amount of blood splattered all over his clothes or the tactical vest against your face, why would you? But despite your hero being here to take you home, your legs wobble from the amount of adrenaline still rushing through you, leading him to instinctively scoop you up in his arms as he stands up.

“Einfach (easy), I've got you now. Ich bin hier (I’m here).”

“I-I thought you weren't gonna find me... I thought--”

“Nein. I would have looked until the end of time to find you. I would have torn down every structure in this country to find you.”

He starts towards the door, his arms holding you close. König keeps a tight hold on you as he walks, and he can feel the tension in your body start to loosen slightly as you try to calm down— he can't help but feel a flicker of pride at the strength you're showing even in this situation. You tighten your arms and legs around him, burying your distressed face in his neck and he doesn’t miss a beat, shifting his grip to better support your weight, the muscles of his arms holding you secure.

“Ich werde immer da sein, um dich zu beschützen.”

You sniffle against his neck, “W-what?”

“Sorry, I said, I will always be here to protect you.”

“They dragged me out the shower a-and put me in a truck and... and..”

“Shh, shh... Atmen, Schatz, breathe.” He whispers, rubbing your back, “We’ll discuss it later, alright? Just focus on my breathing, can you do that?”

“Sorry...” You lift your face from his shoulder, “There were j-just so many of--”

You gasp softly. König glances down at you, wondering why you stopped talking then follows your gaze to the carnage he was so casually stepping through. There was blood splattered everywhere and dead bodies everywhere else, displaying the variety of ways your kidnappers met their ends: shot, stabbed, crushed... broken. König doesn’t say a word; he’s not ashamed, just concerned about your psyche after seeing the aftermath of his rage. He angles your body slightly so that you can't see the carnage as he carries you out of the building.

“Schatz, you should put your face back in—”

“Where’s your team...?”

“I...” He sighs, “I only brought 3 men.”

“Why...? And wh-where are they?”

“Two watched the sides and one made sure nobody escaped out the back.”

König’s heart started to sink at even the notion that you thought he was a mindless monster... a threat to anyone and everyone as soon as he was angry enough. But he nearly stopped in his tracks when he felt you hug your arms around his neck even tighter, your unconditional gratitude making his heart skip a beat. He glances down at you, his eyes softened, a hint of vulnerability hidden beneath his usual gruffness.

“You're welcome, Liebe.”

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Back At The Base

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Right after he was reprimanded for not following protocol, Colonel König made sure you had been seen by the medical team, but once he was satisfied that you were physically alright, he was not leaving your side again. Now you were curled up on the bunk in his private room, still clearly shaken from everything that you went through.

König sits on the edge of the bunk, his eyes watching your every shudder as if he were afraid that you would disappear if his gaze broke contact with you. His expression is guarded, but his eyes are soft with concern. And you feel it. It weighs on you menacingly despite his intentions. You finally sit up and look over at him to see the glare in his eyeholes, a chill running up your spine.

“König...”

He snaps out of it and shakes his head. “Sorry.”

“I'm sorry if I--”

“No, no. Never apologize, it's never your fault for this. But I need you to be honest with me, alright? I need you to tell me everything that happened.”

You nod shakily, crawling across his bed to sit next to him, just to avoid eye contact. 

“W-well... Remember when I texted you? Right after that I made something to eat, watched some tv and then I took a shower to wash my hair. A-and...”

You start to tear up again, nibbling on your lip shortly before König uses his thumb to guide your bottom lip from between your teeth with a soft shushing.

“I’m right here, and it’s over. They’ll never get you again, they’ll never touch you again. You won’t leave this room until I know you’re safe. Ja?”

You nod slowly, choking up sobs, “I-I know, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, you are being so strong, Schatz. Continue for me, please.”

“I heard shuffling around but I thought it was my cat...” You sniffle, “Then they kicked down the bathroom door and ripped my curtain down. They tossed a towel at me, grabbed my arm and pulled me out the bathroom, pulling me to the front door.”

König could feel the anger building inside him again, his fists and jaw clenched so tightly it was painful. He tries to hold back his emotions by wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to his chest, but it is overtly obvious that he's struggling to maintain his composure, especially when you start crying before your next words come out.

“They killed my cat...” You choke out against his vest, your voice utterly broken, “My house was a mess, like they were looking for something. A-all I had on was a towel and I was c-cold and scared.”

He holds you tighter, “You're safe now. I'm here.”

“They put a bag over my head in a car then shoved me onto a plane and gave me...” You gesture to the baggy clothes practically hanging off of your body, “...These and then I was tied up and gagged and— I didn't think you'd come for me.”

He pulls back slightly to look down at your wet, pained face. “There is nothing in this world that could keep me from coming to find you— nichts, Liebe.”

“They told me you wouldn't come for me b-because I would be a distraction.”

“Yes, you are. You are the greatest distraction I have ever had and you will always come first. You hear me? Immer (Always).”

“You promise?”

“Yes. I swear on my life, heart and soul, Liebe. I swear on all of it.” He lifts a hand and gently cups your cheek, “You're safe now, Liebe. I won't let anyone get you ever again.”

You sniffle, smiling through tears as you nuzzle his bare palm, still traumatized but overall reassured. The memory of the massacre in that building was a weird kind of reassurance to you that even if he somehow broke his promise and someone got to you, your abductors wouldn’t survive. After taking a deep breath, you look up at him, blinking excess tears from your eyes as bask in his comforting presence.

“Can I... I wanna get out of these clothes and shower, Kö.”

“Of course, you can wear my stuff. I'll get you a towel. Warte hier (Wait here).” 

He rises from the bed, going to the other side of the room briefly. A few minutes later, he returns with a fresh towel and a stack of his clothes cradled in his arms.

“Oooh army clothes~”

König chuckles softly, “Ja, they're a bit big, of course but they're warm. And also smell like me, heheh.” He sets the stack of fabric down beside you, “Do you want me to... leave while you shower?”

“No! I mean, no. Can you actually shower with me...?”

König is taken aback by her sudden request, his eyes widening with surprise and desire. He clears his throat, pushing the thoughts that swarmed his mind to the side to remind himself that this was supposed to comfort her. 

“You don't have to, its okay; never mind. I got it.”

He instantly shakes his head, his desire disappearing as he steps closer. “No, wait, I... I just thought you would want to shower in peace after all you’ve been through.”

“Yeah, I know, but last time I went to shower alone--"

“Say no more, then. Let’s go.”

“You will?”

“Of course. Be warned, my shower is... a little small, especially for me so I may be very close.”

She smiles, “Good.”

His eyes soften as he brings a hand up to your cheek, gently caressing the soft, dark skin with his thumb. In the shower, you faced the water with your arms wrapped tightly around yourself as the water poured over your shoulders, unaware that your giant boyfriend was still silently fuming behind you. He can see the fear and vulnerability in your body language, and it only fuels the protective, possessive feeling that's been simmering inside him ever since he saw that ransom damn video. 

König lets out a deep sigh as he presses his body against you from behind, making you hum softly. His movements pause at the noise before reaching around her to gently pull your arms away from your body, replacing them with his own to securely hold you against his chest. You lean your head against his bare bicep, loving how they tighten around you. König leans down buries his nose in your hair and inhales deeply before planting a kiss on your head.

“I was so worried, Liebling.”

“Really?”

“Ja, natürlich (of course); the thought of losing you...”

He trails off, unable to finish the sentence as the image of you with the gun to your head flashes through his mind again. He squeezes your tightly against him as if trying to convince himself that you're really here in his arms again, safe and sound. You turns around and presses a kiss to his mask where his lips are, making him chuckle a little.

“What was that for?”

“I just... feel bad for thinking you weren't gonna get me.”

He feels his heart pang. “You thought...? Why would you think that?

“Like I said earlier, they told me I was a distraction from your work and also... I don't know— we haven't been dating for long so I was scared. I was panicking and that's what my brain settled on.”

“It’s... It’s not alright; for them to instill that in you, I mean. But you should know I’d come for you. Always. It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together.” He reaches down and gently takes your hands, guiding them up to the hem of his sniper hood. “You should have more faith in me than that, Liebling.”

You falters at the gesture, wondering what it means.

“I know...” You say, feeling the fabric of his sniper hood for the first time, “I'm sorry.”

“It's alright, I understand that you were scared. Just... don't doubt me like that again, alright?”

You nod and continue to caress the fabric that hid his face.

“Remember when I said this was scary?”

König smirks slightly, “Ja. You said it was "intimidating" if I recall correctly.”

“It is, but it’s the most comforting thing I’ve ever known at this point. And seeing you wearing only it is kinda...hot."

He chuckles

[thethroneislost]

Necromantia Greece Photos of the two members named The Magus, and Baron Blood, alongside the cover for their 1995 LP, "Scarlet Evil Witching Black" Instead of the usual 6-string guitar, Necromantia favored the 8-string bass instead, creating a very original sound to separate them from the rest of the rising 2nd wave black metal scene of the early 90s. This album uses a good deal of synths, and is considered a classic of the sympho-black genre.

[hatedmaggot]

hello hate been think bout ur ocs . any lore u wanna share? i just like em a lot

GRAH. this is hard to answer bc theyr hard to sum up.. i have my main most developed ocs; budgie, reneta & lion.. aannndd my fav oc group; aksel, jørgen, wolfgang, szlomo, erik & thomas. theyr a 2nd wave inspired black metal group..

icant rlly casually explain budgie n reneta so uhh,

aksel started his band, behead, with jørgen & wolfgang joined shortly after bc he's real close w jørgen since she's multilingual n translates for him all the time. wolfie only speaks german n vaguely understands some norwegian. not long into the band wolfie gets diagnosed with fatal insomnia & it slowly kills him., they bury him in the backyard of the house theyr sharing since they can't afford anything fancy or to even contact his family in germany. eventually they hire some rando (erik) as their replacement drummer. but erik actually hates drumming n really dreams of being a dsbm vocalist. so he sorta wears down jørgen n aksel til they let him take over as singer and band leader. one of the key moments for him in behead is him cutting down wolfies grave marker w an axe, in protest of all jørgens 'this isn't what he wldve wanted' arguements. but eriks shit at singing and his dsbm style clashes with the rest of beheads theme. on top of that he signs them to his older brothers record label, even tho thomas is (known only to erik at the time) a murderer. it all destroys the band over a couple years n they split up for good & erik moves onto whatever other bands later on.

szlomo matters bc in the early days he's beheads artist n biggest groupie basically. he designs their merch n logos., despite kinda being blind as shit. he was born w polychoria, a cleft lip & really messed up teeth bc his parents (czeslaw & kasia) are siblings. hes visually based on hellhorse's decade of dust album cover. plus his old pet owl's name is decade. he met behead thru jørgen, they were online friends for years. when jørgen moved from denmark to norway, szlomo moved frm poland with her.

ilove szlomo bc his design is so unique and idk. he's cute. he's real clumsy bc of his eyesight, he doesn't wear glasses or contacts plus he wears his hair over his face. he's a really joyous creature.

aksel can look pretty tough and metal but he's actually a really big softie.. he's got a kind heart n is pretty emotional, he mostly just misses his little sister, who moved to america to join her own band. they grew up with an abusive father n absent mother so he's really protective of her.

thomas and erik r lowkey visually & slightly personality-wise based on craig mabbit and ronnie radke.. tho thomas is a lot angrier than craig. both brothers have severe anger issues and narcissistic traits. iirc thomas murdered @decemberhigherpower's bm oc, kristian, in uhhh 2001 ? and only got caught for it around the time behead split up. so like 2006 ? ithink ??

that's all ican rlly be bothered w typing out atm, but actually if u add me on my alt discord (locked outta my main rn) hatemaget icould talk more abt them. i llooooove discord vms

[pageninetyynine]

intro :D

hi!! i’m audrey :) (face reveal at the end of this post!)

18 | ky

i love music!!!

FAVORITE!!!

bands: hot mulligan, modern baseball, hail the sun, silverstein, mom jeans, braid, joyce manor, title fight, i set my friends on fire, la dispute, the story so far, william bonney, modest mouse, movements, etc.

youtubers: anthony fantano, crustbag, mad molly, blustre, never normal mike, nate the mate, rlly anything music related xD

games: alice: madness returns, roblox, minecraft, battleblock theater, black ops 2, dead by daylight, borderlands 2

genres: 1st, 2nd, and 3rd wave emo, midwest emo, skramz, pop punk, hxc, post-hardcore, death metal, etc.

looking for mutuals!! (16+), preferably similar music taste, 2000s-2015 type emo/scene content, idk just cool ppl !!!

my instagram & tiktok: pageninetyynine

spotify:

[itsbansheebitch]

Gen Zer's (2005) Predictions for Gen Alpha (They aren't Doomed)

I have some cousins that are Gen Alpha and they're turning out well. I really think all the "they're so doomed" messaging is from a loud minority, mostly on tiktok. I disagree, so I plan to make predictions for the vague & soupy (time) generation of Gen Alpha.

This list will focus on American Gen Alpha since there WILL be a stark contrast, especially regarding school shootings.

Average to EXTREME skill with tech depending on the kids (hope STEM is ready to welcome a new wave of newcomers)

Difficulties with history knowledge due to rewritten history books, (Please be kind while they learn, they don't know the full scope of what's going on yet)

Desensitized to violence (Due to usual kid stuff, school shootings being treated as normal, and an increase in hate crimes)

A new passion for social justice (I don't mean to be a "but I have black friends" kind of person, but believe it or not, having friends in minority groups and realizing they're in danger makes you want to fist fight whoever is at fault)

TONS of memes about the "Alpha" phrasing, which trust me, will get old QUICKLY. (A bigger stretch is saying the term for a shitty Gen Alpha kid will be Omega/Beta instead of Boomer)

Unusually violent jokes & memes

Extremely dark humor

A long list of child neglect lawsuits

An increase in accents homogeneity due to watching YouTubers at a young age (I'm not joking, this has happened to me and I only started watching YT in 2nd Grade. I have the weirdest Irish, British, and midwestern, but not the state I currently live in, accents on only CERTAIN words and phrases. There definitely will be studies on this.)

A new wave of kids fighting gerymandering

Brand New Shiny Raw LinesTM from the KiddosTM that they'll probably use to roast lawmakers until they start decomosing on the spot

Kids who are NOT afraid to fight you

New unseen levels of compassion

This is a stretch, but somehow they'll manage to bring back the avocado toast jokes, either as a banter thing or as a new "Boomer" type thing.

KiddosTM will probably joke about how Millennials ruined every industry from fabric softener to identity theft to robberies. This will be (hopefully) fully joking manner and used in a [Post kiddosTM disagree with] [Reply: Well, you ruined the fabric softener industry, so you don't have a leg to stand on] type format.

Will either share you their Social Security Number or will be a brick wall online. No in between.

A increase in reading (specifically fanfiction & audio books, but will NOT be void of physical copies) but a decrease in literacy & media literacy. We are already seeing this happening.

A "you didn't fix this/you fucked it up" attitude towards older people. This isn't necessarily negative since it means they won't take ANY shit from lawmakers and will probably not have as many hangups regarding rioting.

An absolute HATRED for family channels. I waiting for these kids to break the van life kids out in a bizarre scheme of epic proportions lmao

The most indecipherable controversies you've ever seen in your life. I'm thinking at least 5 levels of knowledge and joining a subreddit will be needed to even have an idea of what's happening.

(Hopefully) a new level of understanding when it comes to accountability, people changing, and knowing what you should expect from a person when they get cancelled.

Brand new political cartoons (now made for the internet)

A new passion for the environment and recognizing one's place in it.

A new level of hatred for colonialism and mass killings

Probably at least one assassination lmao (they'll be the barista from the tiktok about the barista killing CEOs with metal straws as darts)

A polarizing divide between anti-capitalism and ancap ideas that we haven't seen since 2008 (and not as publicly in 2008, so get ready for your shit to get rocked).

Some of the best and worst takes that humanity has ever bore witness to.

New acceptance (even better than now) regarding hair (dyes and styles), tattoos, piercings, etc.

A major crackdown on systematic issues (criticism when they're young, major law & education changes when they're older)

That's all for now. REMEMBER! Do NOT treat these kids like you were treated (LOOKING AT YOU, Ms. AVOCADO TOAST and Ms. DOWNFALL OF HUMANITY GAY-MER).

Side Note: People are always surprised when I tell them I was born in 2005 and have already graduated high school (no, I did not skip grades, I was actually very young for my grade) so I'm going to apologize ahead of time for turning all the Millennials reading this into dust. Sorry, ya'll.

[shrivinglust]

2nd wave norwegian black metal in a nutshell.

[ishootcops]

🔥

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

the scandinavian 2nd wave of black metal is overrated af. stfu about darkthrone and varg vikernes (both of which have/had white supremacist and antisemitic ties) and find a (better) band from south america to listen to.

[runthepockets]

No one:

Full grown adults who just discovered 2nd Wave Black Metal and learned who Varg is:

[queenofthedepths]

How your Venus placement influences your senses 🌹🍰 PART ONE

We all know Venus as the planet of love, but did you know that this planet also has a direct impact on our sensory preferences and what we find to be pleasurable and luxurious? Whether it's textures, colors, scents, sounds, or tastes, the sign and house of Venus can play a significant role in shaping our experience with the 5 senses.

Although this is primarily focused on Venus, you can also check for your Moon sign and Sun sign.

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Venus in Aries/1st House:

Colors: Bold, bright, vivid colors. Eye-catching and fiery colors. Intense reds and oranges. Colors that resonate with their passionate and assertive nature. Electric blue, hot pink, or vibrant yellow. Colors that create strong visual contrast or appear daring. Warm hues such as gold, salmon, terracotta, maroon or burgundy may also be appealing.

Textures: Rough fabrics, leather, or metallic surfaces. Textures that are stimulating and invigorating. Sleek metals such as stainless steel or polished chrome. Fabrics with raised patterns, such as jacquard or brocade. Embossed leather, mesh netting, or rib-knit patterns could not only add more visual interest but could add a more intriguing tactile sensation.

Scents: Citrusy, spicy, or woody fragrances with a hint of zest or warmth. Scents that wake you up or give you a boost of energy. Smells such as cinnamon, ginger and black pepper or lemon, orange and grapefruit. Scents with exotic or adventurous undertones jasmine, ylang-ylang, or sandalwood. Or invigorating, stimulating fragrances such as peppermint, eucalyptus, bergamot.

Sounds: Beats that are lively and energetic, such as rock, pop or electronic music. Music with a strong sense of rhythm that makes you want to move or dance. Upbeat hip-hop, afrobeat, latin music or reggae can tap into their love for dynamic and spirited sounds. Songs with bold lyrics, anthemic qualities, and passionate vocals. Nature sounds such as crashing waves, chirping birds, roaring thunderstorms, or crackling fire.

Tastes: Flavors that are bold and adventurous. Spicy, tangy or intense flavors that give you a kick or can really stimulate your palate. Dishes that are well-seasoned and flavored with chili peppers, hot sauces or fiery spices. Citrus fruits and lemon-infused dishes. Savory, robust tastes such as grilled steaks, spicy barbecue, umami-packed sauces, or dishes seasoned with herbs like rosemary, thyme, or cumin.

Visuals: Imagery that evokes a sense of action and adventure. Watching sports, dance performances, action movies, fashion runways or looking at visually striking artworks. Visuals that convey movement. Live concerts, action-packed video games, adventure novels and media that depicts strong, confident individuals. Paintings, comics and films about courageous heroes, inspiring leaders, or fierce warriors. Spaces that are modern, edgy, provocative or avant-garde.

Venus in Taurus/2nd House:

Colors: Rich, earthy, soothing colors. Hues that remind them of nature such as greens, browns and jewel tones such as emerald, sapphire, and amethyst. Colors that evoke a sense of luxury and wealth such as burgundy, gold, or royal purple. Neutrals such as ivory, cream, or taupe can also be appealing as they create a sense of elegance and sophistication.

Textures: Silk, velvet, and cashmere. Soft, luxurious fabrics that are comforting to the touch and evokes a sense of coziness. Suede and felted wool. Plush materials such as knitwear and faux fur. Smooth marble, polished wood, and ceramic pottery offer them a good balance between refinement and natural elements. Fabrics made from natural fibers such as cotton, hemp, or bamboo, which offer a soft and breathable feel against the skin.

Scents: Floral, earthy, or warm scents. Natural smells such as rose, freshly cut grass, jasmine and honeysuckle. Fragrances that bring a sense of tranquility and help connect them to nature or scents that evoke feelings of comfort and luxury. Sensual and inviting smells such as patchouli, amber or musk. Rich, decadent scents such as warm vanilla, cinnamon, cocoa or juicy scents such as ripe strawberries, luscious peach, or creamy coconut.

Sounds: Gentle, soothing melodies. The calming sounds of nature such as birds singing, rustling leaves, ocean waves, or rain falling. Music that provides a comforting ambience such as soft instrumental music, acoustic folk songs, or smooth jazz. Music that is serene and atmospheric. Amorous, sultry, sensual tunes such R&B ballads, bossa nova or classical slow-tempo romantic songs.

Tastes: Rich, decadent flavors. Foods that are sweet, creamy and evoke a sense of sensuality like caramel, honey, or desserts made with ripe and luscious fruits. Earthy or hearty flavors are also appealing such as roasted vegetables, grilled meats, flavorful stews or dishes seasoned with herbs like rosemary, thyme, sage or basil. Comfort foods such as mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, or creamy soups. Indulgent tastes like rich red wine and decadent chocolate.

Visuals: Images that are elegant, refined, and comforting. Natural landscapes such as lush green forests, blooming flowers, and serene mountains. Classical architecture, graceful artworks, and interiors that exude a sense of sophistication and timeless beauty. Floral arrangements and glamorous spaces. Media such as period dramas, romance movies, nature documentaries, artistic performances or cooking shows.

Venus in Gemini/3rd House:

Colors: Vibrant, lively and bold colors. Shades that are eye-catching and stimulate the senses such as sunny yellow, electric blue, or bright orange. Color combinations that contrast with each other such as complementary colors or black and white. May also enjoy multi-colored patterns or psychedelic hues.

Textures: Silk, chiffon, and organza. Fabrics that are light, airy and easy to move in. Sheer and feather-light materials. Textured surfaces that stimulate them such a raised patterns, embossed leather, or embroidery. Could also be drawn to smooth and glossy textures like satin or metal. Likely to enjoy mixing and matching, so they can get the best of both worlds.

Scents: Fresh, bright, clean scents. Citrus fragrances such as lemon, orange, or grapefruit. Light and airy floral scents like lavender, or rose. Clean linen, cotton or ocean breeze. Smells that evoke a sense of freshness and energy. Eucalyptus and peppermint. May also enjoy exotic or spicy scents such as cinnamon or cardamom. May be drawn to fragrances that blur the lines between masculine and feminine.

Sounds: Upbeat, energetic, and eclectic. Lively genres such as pop, rock, or electronic can appeal to them. Playful beats like hip-hop or swing music. Experimental sounds such as alternative, indie, or avant-garde music. Music with engaging lyrics, meaningful messages, or witty wordplay. Podcasts and audiobooks that provide stimulating information or storytelling. Social ambience such as busy coffee shops or bustling city streets.

Tastes: Versatile and adventurous flavors. Dishes with a diverse blend of seasonings or ones that incorporate exotic fruits and vegetables such as dragon fruit or lychee. They usually enjoy trying cuisine from all over the world and being exposed to new flavors. Fusion dishes the blend different cultures together. Flavors that are light, fresh and invigorating such as crisp salads with zesty dressings, citrus-infused dishes, or light and refreshing desserts

Visuals: Imagery that is vibrant, playful, and dynamic. Visuals that evoke a sense of whimsy and humor. Designs with intricate patterns, unexpected color combinations, or visual illusions that help stimulate the mind and evoke curiosity. Films that make you laugh, thought-provoking documentaries, and mystery dramas that leave you wondering what happens next. Multimedia artworks, graphics that convey movement, street or travel photography.

Venus in Cancer/4th House:

Colors: Soft, muted, pastel colors. Baby blue, pale pink, lavender, and mint green. Colors that evoke a sense of comfort such as soft brown or warm terracotta. Or colors the remind them of the moon and night sky such as black, white and silver. Antique whites, faded yellows, or sepia tones can evoke a sense of sentimental charm and evoke memories of the past.

Textures: Lace, cashmere, fleece and velvet. Fabrics that are delicate, soft and cozy. Smooth materials such as marble, satin or silk. Cozy knits and fluffy blankets that provide a sense of warmth and security. Fabrics like cotton, linen or bamboo can also help them feel comforted and grounded, as it offers a sense of connection to the natural world.

Scents: Homey, nurturing, aquatic scents. Fragrances like jasmine, rose, lily, or violet that evoke feelings of romance and tenderness. Sweet and warm aromas such as vanilla, honey, caramel or cinnamon and nutmeg can provide a sense of warmth and comfort. Fragrances that remind them of home and nurturing environments like freshly baked goods, clean sheets, or baby powder. And smells that remind them of the ocean or the sea breeze.

Sounds: Heartfelt, nostalgic, and sentimental. Music that stirs their emotions, that expresses deep feelings, vulnerability, or explores themes of love, home and childhood. Calming nature sounds like ocean waves, falling rain, or singing birds. Vocalists that convey warmth and comfort with soft-spoken words and soothing tones. Soulful music, folk or acoustic could be something they enjoy. As well as any vintage music.

Tastes: Home-cooked, traditional flavors. Comfort foods like mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, soups, stews, or warm baked goods. Flavors that remind them of their ancestral roots or helps them feel connected to their heritage. Foods with fresh and nurturing ingredients. Organic and locally sourced foods. Indulgent desserts such as pies, cakes and creamy puddings. Sweet and savory combinations such as maple-glazed bacon, pineapple pizza or salted caramel.

Visuals: Imagery that is inviting, serene, and nostalgic. Vintage photographs, retro fashion, or images that capture bygone eras. Comfortable, well-decorated spaces with warm lighting, plush textiles, and sentimental objects. Nature scenes that involve water such as tranquil beaches, lakes or gently flowing rivers. Images that have a dreamy, ethereal quality. Preferred media genres may include: fantasy, romance, historical, vintage, cartoons or family-oriented media.