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doubledeadstudio · 3 months ago

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Deal with the Devil: Signed, Florentin Blanchett

(Note: Do not read this if you don’t want to be spoiled for Pygmalion’s Folly and my potential Deal with the Devil series. Also, this is largely unedited.)

GOMORRAH.

One of many night clubs in the city of San Francisco. Its red, neon letters are spelled in jagged Gothic font, with an illustration of flames behind it, rhythmically blinking from one flame to the next.

Florentin holds up the glossy, pitch black calling card to its sign. Its hellish glow lights up the back, and shows the outline of a peculiar symbol — a circular sigil with intricate lines.

To a bystander, it’s nothing but a drawing of no import, its intricacy inviting their attention to slide off from memory. To an occultist, it’s a calling card of the granter of wishes and Solomon’s fabled lost son.

He’s here. He’s finally here. How long he’s waited to meet him!

He holds his invitation to the bouncer with an expression of bored entitlement. He thinks lowly of the line behind him, waiting to get into the club, with their glazed eyes and empty heads.

If they only knew the sanctity of this temple.

But, much like him, Gabriel protected himself with a reputation of frivolity.

Florentin walks past the bar and the dance floor, steady in his march, weaving to a crowd of partygoers with careful, determined ease. The loud, thumping bass and the cacophony of voices in the crowd threaten him with a splitting migraine.

He couldn’t let this place deal the first blow against him.

He has to remain resolute.

The double doors inscribed with symbols of dragons open up for him, a pulsating, hypnotizing wash of red lights seduce him inside, swallowing him into the madness within.

This was supposed to be the VIP room. A hidden strip club for premium members. Really, it isn’t titillating so much as intimidating.

The music is slowed and distant, giving the impression that it’s playing underwater, muffled by the water. The dancers are propped up in high, dangling cages with draconic architecture.

He finally ends up at Gabriel’s table. It’s sunken in the ground, circular, with black leather padding. Gabriel is seated behind the stage of a beautiful dancer, each of her practiced sways decorated with elaborate tassles and glistening jewelry.

Florentin can’t see his face in this lighting. He can only make out his golden, cat-like eyes, and black, fitted suit. He’s with two companions, but judging by the state of them, they’re more decorative than anything.

Gabriel raises a finger, and beckons him to sit.

His aura is incredible.

He does as instructed, carefully descending down the steps to sit with him. It seems like Gabriel wants him next to him. He keeps his eyes on him with a pleasant expression. He doesn’t want him to suspect he’s sizing him up.

He needs to think of an angle here. He can’t be dominated so carelessly like this. Solomon dominated the Goetia with an iron will centuries ago, but Florentin doesn’t have his name or his experience to do the same.

He’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way — as sloppy mortals, blindly grasping at the dark with awkward social cues.

Think.

Gabriel seems to like the company of beautiful women. What about men? Could he butter him up the same?

Gabriel takes a sip of his scotch, and raises the glass to him.

“Blanchett. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person.” His voice is nice, a firm baritone.

He’s good-looking, too. He has a hedonistic, womanizing aura about him, but he knows well-enough that these pleasures are a way to sedate a great, untameable beast.

“Thank you for inviting me, Mr Baltimore.”

“Would you like a drink?”

“Red wine, please,” he answers, almost mechanically. It’s always what he answers in places like this. People expect you to drink, and get caught off-guard if you don’t. He doesn’t want to fail his first hurdle, but he intends to only take careful sips, so Gabriel can’t dominate him without protest. “And some snacks, if you’re already being so generous!”

Gabriel’s lip quirks in amusement. I got him.

“What snacks?”

“Well, do you have a menu? Some chocolates would pair perfectly, but I’ll take nachos with cheese. I’m not high maintenance.”

Gabriel snaps his fingers, and relays Florentin’s order to a waiter.

With the awkwardness of the initial meeting dispelled, Florentin takes out his gift from his messenger bag, and presents it to him casually. An offering would put him the same as his other, simpering fans, but a gift, given carelessly, can elevate his image without the same impression.

The gift’s wrapped in gold paper adorned with silky black ribbons. It’s a carefully constructed gift box, with post cards, soaps, perfume, lotions, and jewelry with a pretty enough sum total that a person of higher stature wouldn’t find it offensive.

“I made you this. I remember you mentioned enjoying France when you stayed. It’s a bit hard to find French artisinal products here in the States, no?”

Gabriel takes the box, and Florentin studies the reaction. He looks amused, like Florentin’s a cat or a bird that offered him a shiny token. Will he open it? No. He sets it aside, but he doesn’t seem affected by the gift in either direction.

“Yes, the US has fallen in love with mass manufacturing. You’re always only going to get a quarter of what you paid for.”

A waiter offers him the wine, and he smiles brilliantly at him, offering a thanks.

“Perhaps you should move to Europe, then!”

“Europe wouldn’t be my first choice.” He flicks his cigar’s ash into a tray. “And I suspect it isn’t yours either.”

Florentin pales, caught off-guard by the abrupt segue. He swallows a lump in his throat. Back to business.

(Gabriel wouldn’t let him sedate him during a business deal. Of course not.)

“No. It’s not.”

Fifty-five missing persons, mysterious deaths, strewn across Austria, Germany, and Poland. It got a little too close one night, during a snow storm, when the cops knocked at his door at midnight. He had to hide out under the floorboards. They found two, malformed ghouls, barely able to function, writhing in pain. They were clearly constructed from the parts of the other victims.

Florentin had to escape in his car and drive out into the dark, snowy woods with nothing but what he can carry.

“You’ve certainly taken a number of risks, Blanchett. How’s your relationship with your parents?”

“…Admittedly, estranged.”

They both know what that implied.

Despite Florentin keeping up the image of a rich heir, he doesn’t have anything to his name.

“How are you funding your research now, then?”

Florentin sighs, and scratches his head. “I… used to work at local clinics and vets. It was usually enough to pay for rent. But switching residences all the time is costly. It’s difficult to do this myself.”

“Then what do you want?”

“A great number of things. I was hoping for a sponsor.”

“Why not ask for the magic to be revealed to you?”

He takes a moment to consider that.

“Because you and I both know you life and death are outside the domain of mere devils. I’m not going to let you sell me a half-baked spell.”

Life was strictly the domain of God and his angels. Death, the domain of death gods like Thanatos, Hel, and Yama, and all their little reapers.

Gabriel laughs in surprise. “You did your research. I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“Of course.”

“Death is outside the jurisdiction of mere humans, too.”

Florentin couldn’t hold back a flinch.

“Well, humans don’t follow their own rules, as you already know. You’ll be surprised what we can do. God said we shouldn’t fly, so we built airplanes. He said we shouldn’t speak to each other in one language, so we made translation apps.” He holds his steepled fingers in his lap. “Humans are born nothing, so we’re allowed to be everything.”

He leans in, inspecting Gabriel’s face.

“You know this too, don’t you, devil? That’s why you feed off us. For a creature ever eternal and boundless, you don’t generate your own energy. You need… a power source.”

And human life is the ultimate battery.

Gabriel thoughtfully swirls his scotch in his hand, letting the conversation dip into a tense lull. He takes a sip of his drink, again, and finishes his glass, leaving it on the table in front of him.

“So, you intend to defeat death.”

“I fully believe it’s just another handicap we have yet to triumph over, so yes. I do,” Florentin says, leaning back. Even with his casual posture, he’s all in with his approach. “I believe we will eventually. We’re too stubborn. The average human lifespan creeps up every year. I just… intend to expedite the process.”

A head with beautiful, glistening blonde hair, severed at the base.

Gabriel raises his chin, appraising him. “Tell me, if you got all the resources in the world, what would you do?”

Florentin grins. “All the resources? You have to be more specific. I’ll be running a whole research lab with a thousand of earth’s most brilliant biologists, chemists, and physicians, and endlessly feeding them the human population until we can say definitively that we’ve conquered death for good.”

“That’s a lot of bodies that’ll be fed into your machine.”

Florentin tilts his head. “But imagine how grateful the remaining population would be, free from death and disease, eternally and forever. They would be like gods.”

“And what happens after that?”

He giggles. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll board space ships, and conquer our solar system.”

Florentin crosses his legs, and peers into Gabriel’s face. Gabriel’s face isn’t without interest. “I know it sounds like science fiction, but think about it. We’ll be able to live alongside the masters, and build all our knowledge and technology alongside each other. Imagine how much Nikola Tesla could have expanded our information lines and electricity. Imagine if we never lost Marie Curie to radioactivity. Isn’t it a shame death takes all our legends away from us?”

“Death creates the legends, you know. Van Gogh would never have been discovered, if he lived a long life, healthy and happy.” Gabriel smirks, and takes Florentin’s glass from him, putting it on the table so he can lean in closer. “You know everyone could get sick of him, too, if they knew more about him. Never meet your heroes, doll. They’ll always disappoint you.”

Florentin quiets down. He can’t win with this rhetoric.

It’s dishonest.

He cups Florentin’s despairing face in his hand, and makes him look at him.

In a seductive whisper, like the serpent to eve in the book of Genesis, “How much do you want this?”

Florentin’s eyes snap open. “Bad.”

“How bad?”

“Anything. Anything! I’ll do anything to accomplish this.”

“A lot of people will do anything for their goals. Be more specific.”

Florentin reaches up, and grips Gabriel’s shoulders, fingers digging into his skin. His pupils are blown, his skin is trembling.

“This is my life’s work. I don’t intend to get fucking consumed by a force of nature like the rest of them. I know there’s endless potential with this kind of research, and I can prove it!”

He pulls out a stack of photos from his suit’s breast pocket, and presents it to Gabriel. Each one are snapshots of his research, with progress written in sharpie on each one.

This, Gabriel actually picks up, and inspects one by one.

Day 45: The magic can trigger physical motor functions. The subject has opened his eyes.

Day 129: The subjects respond to programming. They can obey orders if they had been taught.

…

Gabriel finishes flipping through them. He taps them against his lips, appraising Florentin.

“You know the price of my sponsorship.”

“I do.”

“So you’re willing to give that up?”

“…Not so fast. My magic is tied to my being.” He shakes his head. “I was hoping for a different sort of deal. This is why I came in the first place.” He swallows. “My proposal is this… You give me every resource to succeed. Money, power, health bills, lawsuits, passports, whatever I need. And if I succeed, if I defeat death, you can use my powers for whatever you wish.”

Gabriel looks interested.

“That must be of interest to you, huh? I bet there’s a huge number of people going through your revolving doors, asking you to bring back their dead loved ones every single day. But you know you can’t.” He tilts his head. “Now, you can profit off them in the very same way, without compromising the price of your services.”

“Hm… And what happens if you don’t succeed?”

Florentin takes a deep breath, and stares at his feet. “…I’m going to hell either way. It might as well be yours.”

Gabriel chuckles.

“I’ll draft up a contract.”

He offers a handshake.

Florentin takes it.

As soon as he gives him a firm shake, he snatches his hand back as unimaginable pain spikes up his hand. Florentin’s vision blacks out for a moment, and he cries out in pain, sweat beading around his forehead as his nerves burn in agony.

It leaves almost all at once.

He tries to catch his breath, chest heaving as he watches molten gold burn on his palm, before disappearing.

(He could still feel him there, lingering in his veins, dormant but watching.)

He peeks at Gabriel’s face, who seems nonplussed as he finishes his cigar.

So, the deed is done.

He’s made a pact with his soul on the line.

The devil wins either way.

He just has to make sure that he wins, too.

He stands up, and gathers his belongings.

“I’ll draft up a list of Universities I want to study at,” Florentin says, decisively.

“Don’t bother. Give me your top pick.”

“And for my residence…?”

“Whatever, wherever you want.”

Florentin nods shakily. He’s never felt this much power and mobility before.

This will make everything so much easier.

He straightens up his suit jacket, and smiles.

“I’ll see you soon, Gabriel.”

“Mm.” Gabriel takes out a platinum credit card from his suit pocket, with Florentin’s name already on it. “Try not to spend it all in one place.”

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monicareconstructed · 2 months ago

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Pat Barrington.

Pat screamed feminine sex appeal, like 'I AM WOMAN!!' at top decibels.

Not such a happy childhood, and lived the life of a stripper with a few forays into film. But her looks and body - oh, my! I would have loved to have her body in her prime!!

Her web bio:

Pat Barrington was an extremely buxom, curvy, and drop-dead gorgeous blonde topless dancer who popped up in a handful of enjoyably trashy softcore sexploitation features throughout the 1960's, often for producer Harry H. Novak's Boxoffice International Pictures and directed by William Rotsler.

Barrington was born Patricia Annette Bray on October 16, 1939 in Charlotte, North Carolina. Her mother Willie Jo Bray had a fling with a local man named Claude Weidenhause and became pregnant at age sixteen. Weidenhause had already left by the time Barrington was born. Pat moved with her mother Willie Jo to Richmond, Virginia when she was only two years old. Willie Jo married another man, Eugene Lee Barringer. But the marriage was short-lived and Pat found herself moving once again with her mother to Hyattsville, Maryland. Willie Jo subsequently married a former Marine suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. Upset with the unstable situation at home, Barrington left her mother and went out to fend for herself after her sophomore year in high school.

Pat relocated to Baltimore, Maryland, where she hooked up with an Italian-American mobster named Bob. Barrington got married for the first time in the late 1950's. But Pat soon left her first husband after the relationship became abusive. Bob helped Barrington get back on her feet by securing her a job as an exotic dancer. Pat then made a name for herself in Washington, D.C. dancing under the name of Vivian Storm. Barrington caught the eye of local jazz musician Melvin Rees and moved into Rees's abode in Hyattsville, Maryland in 1959. Pat moved down south with Rees in 1960. Alas, Rees was found guilty of murdering a Virginia family and was sentenced to life in prison.

Barrington moved to Los Angeles, California in 1962 and promptly got a job dancing at the prestigious nightclub The Classic Cat. Pat then decided to pursue a modeling career and subsequently started posing in spreads for various men's magazines as well as numerous commercial layouts. After an ill-advised foray into dancing in Las Vegas, Barrington returned to Los Angeles and resumed her career as a model while still dancing on the side. Pat eventually began auditioning for film work in the mid-1960's. Barrington achieved her greatest cult cinema fame as the female lead in Stephen C. Apostolof's unintentionally hilarious horror camp hoot Orgy of the Dead (1965), in which she also performs one of her patented steamy nude dances as the painted Gold Girl. Barrington had another rare substantial starring part as a bored housewife who works as a high-priced call girl in the seamy Agony of Love (1966). More often, though, the stunning and spectacularly alluring Pat was relegated to secondary roles as a go-go dancer in such delightfully down'n'dirty low-grade fare as Lila (1968), The Girl with the Hungry Eyes (1967) and Sisters in Leather (1969). She appeared as herself in both the lurid mondo item Hedonistic Pleasures (1969) and Russ Meyer's blithely silly documentary Mondo Topless (1966). During this time Barrington was briefly married to cinematographer Robert Caramico.

After calling it quits as an actress, Pat left Los Angeles and moved to New Jersey with a singer named Romeo. Barrington soon found gainful employment dancing in clubs up and down the East Coast under the pseudonym of Princess Jajah. In the mid-1970's Pat branched out into topless dancing. She settled down in Cliffside Park, New Jersey in 1980. Barrington eventually dumped Romeo and became involved with a much younger man named Robert. Pat moved with Robert to Fort Lauderdale, Florida in 1984. Pat worked as a stripper using the name Yvette at assorted seedy clubs throughout Florida. After retiring from dancing in the early 1990's, Barrington went on to work as a telemarketer. In her later years Pat also helped local animal rescue groups (she was a lifelong lover of animals). Barrington died from lung cancer at age 74 on September 1, 2014.

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bantuotaku · 10 days ago

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What's up fam, today's memo is to Take up space, Always punch up, & Look to the bttm!!!

SOTD:

DJ CLASS - I'M THE ISH

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randomvarious · 5 months ago

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DJ Spen - "Craze at Midnight" Montreal Mix Sessions Vol. 4 by Lafleche Song released in 1999. Mix released in 2000. House

Here's a somewhat overlooked house banger from the one and only DJ Spen, a music legend from the city of Baltimore who's been at this shit for over 40 years and continues to rack up accolades and high placements on Billboard's dance chart while running his own super prolific record label, Quantize Recordings.

Before we get into 1999's "Craze at Midnight," though, let's try to trace the path that led Spen there, because it really is a little bit nuts…

Spen's career began in the mid-80s as a teenaged DJ in a now somewhat fabled hip hop crew called Numarx, who not only had Spen as one of their members, but also had future president of Def Jam Records, Kevin Liles, too. Numarx had a hardcore edge to them, and when acts like LL Cool J and Run-D.M.C. would swing by the Charm City to perform, these guys would be one of the acts who would open.

But despite presenting themselves as tough hip hoppers, the song that would inevitably end up bringing them the most success was their considerably softer "Girl You Know It's True." And yes, it's the very same one that Milli Vanilli would make world-famous in 1988, eventually ensnaring themselves into a very big lip-syncing scandal when it was revealed that the guys who were 'performing' their songs weren't actually the ones who were responsible for singing the words 😨. Numarx's original version of the tune did not fare well at home, but where it did prove popular was in Germany, which is where it's believed that Milli Vanilli producer Frank Farian had first heard it and then hatched the idea that his group should make their own version of it too.

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So that's one crazy piece of info about Spen. Another one is that in 1989, he was drawn away from hip hop towards dance music and ended up joining renowned Baltimore production and remix team The Basement Boys, who worked on tracks for people like Michael Jackson, Paula Abdul, Erykah Badu, Ultra Naté, and Crystal Waters, including producing Waters' own biggest hit, the terrifically catchy early 90s club classic, "Gypsy Woman (She's Homeless)." Not entirely sure that Spen had much to do with that tune specifically, though, as a little 1991 Baltimore Sun profile of the Basement Boys and that song in particular doesn't seem to mention his name at all 🤷‍♂️.

But while remaining a Basement Boy up until 2004, Spen would also launch his own solo career as a producer too. 1995 would see him debut with a 12-inch on Basement Boys Records called "A Feelin'," which presented his gospel-house group, Jasper Street Company. More Jasper Street 12-inches would then follow, but in '99, he would drop his own Disco Dreams Volume 2 without them, on a London-based label called Black Vinyl Records.

And it's on this 12-inch that you'll find Spen's "Craze at Midnight," a terrific instrumental house jam with, really, none of that gospel or soulful flair that would largely end up defining his long career as a dance music producer and remixer. And according to Discogs, this gem only appeared on a small handful of commercial mixes at around the time of its release, including one by Montréal native Lafleche, as part of his Montreal Mix Sessions Vol. 4 on Tiga's Turbo Recordings in 2000.

So, with a small looped-up bit that's been lifted from the very song that lends its own name to this one—1977's "At Midnight (My Love Will Lift You Up)" by Rufus & Chaka Khan—Spen manages to go effectively wild all over his beat with some very extensive and unpredictably rubbery, nylon-squeaky, and wigged-out synthesizer pizzazz. And while all this keyboard virtuosity is already enough to blissfully journey with, Spen still holds his final card close to the vest, until he builds up enough anticipation for something else to finally drop. And you get the sense that it's gonna be a new and ecstatic wrinkle that continues on this same topsy-turvy path of synthy goodness—because he hasn't used anything else yet—but you actually couldn't be more wrong, because what he chooses to unleash instead is a perfectly placed melody of swingin' jazz horns. Surprise! 📯📯📯

So Spen may have co-written "Girl You Know It's True;" he may have co-crafted some fire remixes and beats for some of the world's biggest pop and R&B stars; his record label may be a fixture of the Billboard dance chart and gotten a Grammy nom too; but in my book, one tune of his that hasn't received anywhere near enough of its deserved shine is this extremely fun and enjoyable turn-of-the-millennium knockout. Given what an entity this guy had already proven himself as, it's a wonder that "Craze at Midnight" didn't end up dotting all those big and ephemeral commercial house mixes with the illustrations or photos of sexy girls on their covers, because damn it, it should have!

And what's more is that with this version of it from Lafleche's Montreal Mix Sessions release, you also get to hear it playing alongside The Hydraulic Dogs' "Shake It for Me," another great house track that I've posted about in the past, which samples some of the Roger Troutman vocoder lines from 2Pac's own "California Love" 😍.

#house #house music #dance #dance music #electronic #electronic music #music #90s #90s music #90's #90's music

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haveyouheardthisband · 8 months ago

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#K-Pop #Dance-Pop #Contemporary R&B #Baltimore Club #Pop Rap #2020s #South Korea #poll #Spotify

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naep2nii · 6 months ago

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.𖥔˚ OPEN YOUR EYES . . .

⋆˚ ༘ do you think bout me too?. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

MUSE (뮤즈) is a South Korea - based coed group under WEVIUS ENTERTAINMENT. The group consists of 15 members (from oldest to youngest) : Kim SeoYun (Seoyun) , Park YeoJin (Yeojin) , Sajani Deshmukh (Janni) , Luciana D'Ambrosio (Luci) , Hana Kawasaki (Hana) , Kim JaeJin (Jaejin) , Kim JaeMin (Jaemin) , Kento Matsumoto (Kento) , Iman Kane Collins (Iman) , Callaghan Brennan (Cal) , Uyming Zhao (Ming), Cho YuRi (Yuri) , Kim JiYoung (JiJi) , Carmen Solana Valladares (Carmen) , Dumebi Michelle Afolayan (MiMi). The group is made up of 3 sub - groups : ALLURE , UNITE , and INSPIRE. They debuted on June 20th , 2021 , with their EP " A Wink and A Smile and The Land is Ours " , and title track " MOTO PRINCESS " . The group has grown a massive following for their fresh and unique music , multi talented members and unfiltered image.

≡;- ꒰ WHO AM I ? ꒱

BASICS!

~ stage name : MiMi (미미)

~ birth name : Dumebi Michelle Afolayan

~ nickname : bibim

~ birth date : may 13th, 2004 .

~ zodiac sign : taurus

~ MBTI : ENFP

~ birthplace : lagos , nigeria .

~ hometown : lagos , nigeria / calgary , canada .

~ residing in : seoul , korea .

~ nationality : nigerian - canadian

~ ethnicity : african

~ languages : english , yoruba , korean , (semi - fluent) japanese

~ sexuality : pansexual

CAREER!

~ profession(s) : idol

~ group(s) : MUSE , ALLURE

~ group position(s) : maknae , main dancer , fotg

~ representative emoji : 😼

~ titles : ace of kpop , korea's dancing queen , universal it girl , 5th gen it girl , princess of all trades

~ company : WEVIUS Entertainment (2019 - present)

APPEARANCE!

~ height : 175.3 cm / 5'9

~ weight : 52 kg / 114.6 lbs

~ piercings : both lobes , belly button

~ tattoos : "made with love" in calligraphy , lower back / "handle with care" , mid back

~ blood type : O

~ resemblance claim : rei - ive / hanni - newjeans

~ voice claim : teenage ariana grande

MISCELLANEOUS!

~ MiMi has 1 brother and 1 sister. Her brother is currently a famous youtuber , and her sister is still in highschool.

~ Her favourite colors are hot pink and azure blue.

~ After going viral for a highschool talent show performance , her and her best friend Jiyoung auditioned for an upcoming company in South Korea called WEVIUS Entertainment.

~ Her and two of her fellow members, JiJi and Carmen, look uncannily alike.

~ She has a passionate hatred for sugar (except in drinks).

~ Her favorite season is summer.

~ She is scared of clowns and mascots. She is wary of animals, but she’s slowly warming up to the group pets.

~She's currenty rumored to be dating Cal , UNITE's maknae.

~ Her favourite genres of music are uk drill and baltimore club.

~ She has a passion for creating and she loves to help with the group's comebacks whenever she can , whether it's choreographing , designing stage outfits , or sometimes even co - directing music videos. She plans to become a creative director full time if being an idol doesn't work out.

GALLERY!

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orgyupdates · 10 months ago

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orgyofficial and coldmusic have announced a co headline tour for North American for April & May. [x][x]

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orgyofficial We will be celebrating the 25th anniversary of our debut record ‘Candyass’ by hitting the road with co-headliner @coldmusic this spring. Tickets and VIP go on sale this Friday 1/19!

coldmusic We are excited to announce our North American Co headline tour with the one & only @orgyofficial for the 25th anniversary of their defining album Candyass! With special guest @horizontheoryofficial & @iyatoyah TIX & VIP available this Friday at noon eastern ! Stay tuned!

4.11 - BOTTOM LOUNGE - CHICAGO, IL 4.12 - MACHINE SHOP - FLINT, MI 4.13 - LEFT’YS - DES MOINES, IA 4.14 - THE MARQUEE - SIOUX CITY, IA 4.16 - BLACK SHEEP - COLORADO SPRINGS, CO 4.17 - MARQUIS THEATER - DENVER, CO 4.19 - MADAME LOU’S - SEATTLE, WA 4.20 - BOSSANOVA BALLROOM - PORTLAND, OR 4.22 - HARLOW’S - SACRAMENTO, CA 4.23 - WHISKY - WEST HOLLYWOOD, CA 4.24 - FULTON 55 - FRESNO, CA 4.25 - OBSERVATORY - SANTA ANA, CA 4.26 - BRICK BY BRICK - SAN DIEGO, CA 4.27 - PUB ROCK - SCOTTSDALE, AZ 4.28 - LAUNCHPAD - ALBUQUERQUE, NM 4.30 - COME & TAKE IT LIVE - AUSTIN, TX 5.1 - PAPER TIGER - SAN ANTONIO, TX - 5.2 - TREES - DALLAS, TX - 5.3 - SCOUT BAR - HOUSTON, TX 5.4 - STRANGE BREW - SHREVEPORT, LA 5.6 - HOUSE OF BLUES - NEW ORLEANS, LA - 5.6 - HOUSE OF BLUES - NEW ORLEANS, LA 5.7 - LEGACY - TALLAHASSEE, FL 5.8 - REVOLUTION LIVE - FT. LAUDERDALE, FL 5.10 - RADIO ROOM - GREENVILLE, SC 5.11 - CONCOURSE - KNOXVILLE, TN 5.12 - HANGAR 1819 - GREENSBORO, NC 5.14 - LOVEDRAFT’S - MECHANICSBURG, PA 5.15 - DINGBATZ - CLIFTON, NJ 5.16 - GRAMERCY THEATER - NEW YORK, NY - 5.17 - MAINGATE NIGHTCLUB - ALLENTOWN, PA 5.18 - BRIGHTON MUSIC HALL - BOSTON, MA 5.19 - BALTIMORE SOUNDSTAGE - BALTIMORE, MD 5.21 - SONG & DANCE - SYRACUSE, NY 5.22 - JERGEL’S - WARRENDALE, PA 5.23 - MADISON THEATER - COVINGTON, KY 5.24 - KING OF CLUBS - COLUMBUS, OH 5.25 - TURF CLUB - ST. PAUL, MN

#OrgyMusic #OrgyOfficial #Cold #ColdMusic #Horizon Theory #Iyatoyah #Instagram #Tour #Mentions #Concerts

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rustbeltjessie · 11 months ago

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7 Snippets 7 People

Thanks to @blind-the-winds for tagging me!

The idea for this is to share seven out-of-context snippets of your own writing, and tag seven other people to do the same. Unfortunately, my brain is fried right now, and I can't even think of seven writer-mutuals (even though I'm positive I have many, many more than seven) to tag. So just know that if you're seeing this, and you're a writer and want to share, please consider yourself tagged; and tag me when you share, because I'd love to read it!

Since I'm not supposed to give context, I won't. All I'll say is there's some poetry and some prose (and some prose poetry!), some fiction and some non.

I ask if I can flip through the 45s and pick the next tune. "Sure," she says, and I do, slow and casual, like I don't know what I'm looking for, until I find it. Tobi Legend—"Time Will Pass You By." I want to tell you everything about this song and where I first heard it. About Wigan Casino in the early '70s, the "3 before 8," those songs they played every morning after we'd danced all night. How it was my inside joke with myself, doing the soul glide—slide one foot, swivel the other, I wish I could show you those moves right now—to those songs about time passing. Tobi's was my favorite. The passion rending her voice. The jumping beat paired with the swell of the strings. The lyrics—those bleary mornings, I always wondered if they meant as much to anyone else in the club as they did to me. But I can't tell you any of that.

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You are a fried egg sandwich. On a winter day in Philadelphia when I'm down to my last three dollars & I'm hungry & cold. I mean you are, specifically, the sandwich I ate that day, just before Christmas, when I'd been wandering the wet streets of Philadelphia for hours, that day I watched the lights sparkle off tinsel & wrapping in store windows, displays of presents & mistletoe,

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Lento, I say now. Lento, though the music of those years was fast and harsh. Slow it down. Keep us here, just a while longer.

Here, this pause between everything which came before and everything that would come after. Here, saying our last goodbyes to the star-doomed lovers; here, in a blood-red car, on a Baltimore-bound highway. My rock’n’roll sister and I in that burning room, where we slammed like boys, then batted girl-lashes to tempt the boys into buying us beer. The gold foam of it, the distorted fuzz of amplifiers. The night’s black eye.

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It was weird, right. The five of us had been friends since we were babies, practically; we were inseparable as sisters and hung around at each other's houses so much you could hardly say who lived where. But I guess even sisters have their quarrels. I guess we've all got some ugly shit in us and we're most likely to take it out on the people we're closest to. And of course, it was summer, and the sticky heat made us mean. It was summer, and we were 12, and we were bored, and there was fuck-all to do in Mound City, Illinois.

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Q: What do you call it when dead girls fuck? A: Two coffins bangin' together.

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Blue as the churchbells ringing six times in the blue hour. Blue as an hour’s three twilights: civil, nautical, astronomical. Blue as sex, as sin. Blue, also, as the astronomical heavenblue of the Virgin’s robes. Blue as Mater Dolorosa; her punctured, burning heart, her seven sacred sorrows. Blue as a claddagh ring worn on a right hand with the heart’s point facing out towards the fingertips; blue as a claddagh that will never be turned in. Blue as a pigeon, dead in the gutter. Blue as the gutter we lay in, drunk, and the nightblue heaven of stars we wished on. Blue as a wish that can’t come true.

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And thank you hum of nighttime, my sleepless lullaby—the air filter in the hallway, the nearby airport's machinations, and the trains (always the trains). And (thank you) the voice of a favorite singer, the whiskeyed gravel, the Midwest desperation, the loneliness, the smoke. And thank you the rain bringing toadstools to my garden, and the autumn.

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