#Blacl God

[bernhard-schipper]

‘Black God - Eternal Denim’ Digital Collage, 375 x 375 mm, 2023 Fine Art Pigment Print under Acrylic Glass, Black Aluminium Art Box

Everything is folk art. For my current series I use almost exclusively graphic pieces from the Internet - more precisely screenshots from Ebay. It's a game of low pixel density, blurring, poor lighting and crooked angles.

Similar to folk art, where the content, the formal and the passing on of tradition are in the foreground and the perfect craftsmanship, achieved with excellent tools, seems less important - in my work the perfect templates are not necessary for the sake of the statement.

The age-related discolored book cover, which becomes denim due to insufficient image resolution, blurring and exaggerated color curves and the trick of adding copper coins to the indigo, takes on something eternal through its technical reproducibility. Or is it just a washed-out image of the depths of space?

Karl Marx's visionary analysis of the exploitation of the means of production and their omnipresence, which is committed to constant growth, rejects eternal capitalism, since the process logically ends in self-destruction.

[dxnnitxt]

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 ≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯’ 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴 2014 ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

[fellowfights]

Gonna say this and I'm asking yall to hear me out and not just get mad at me.

How some of yall are dismissing Maximus as a character and as a love interest to Lucy feels just a LITTLE weird. Just a little strange.

Dare I say it's a little racist. Dare I suggest that some of yall MIGHT have some self reflection to do when it comes to your feelings about black men. Dare I mention how this feels eerily similar as to how BG3 fans treat Wyll.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Mafia!Konig and Loser!reader who is just a humble artist trying to find a buyer for his paintings.

You know the theory about most of contemporary art being just a curtain for black market and a way to legitimize drug money? Yea. No one was interested in your paintings. You didn't have a large name, you couldn't draw as much as you wanted because of your day job in retail, and you absolutely hated every minute of your life, being stuck in the apartment with artists of the same misery. All of you had trouble coming up with the money, so when there is an order on all of your paintings, you don't look like a gifted horse in the mouth. Someone wanted to buy your art. It was enough to make you want to marry this person. The guy who arranged the payment is sketchy. He wears a mask, blacl glasses, and a very noticeable anger in his voice as you don't quite understand what he wants to do from the first time. He says he will buy all of your paintings and put them in a gallery. He asks about your permission and if you want to do this for charity. He struggles to come up with a charity name, but you already sign up for whatever he is trying to give you, too happy to finally have money for the first time in your life. Then you wake up in a dirty basement, tied up to a chair. Funny. You thought about selling your organs in the past, but you never knew you will do it so soon - weirdly, you feel like all of your insides are intact. Weirdly, there is a huge man with a gun and scary mask, staring at you. Petting your head and touching your face like he is handling a pet, not a living and breathing starving artist, once in a generation talent. Man - Konig - said he wanted to buy all of your paintings to clean the money he got from the recent drug shipment. You were prooven to be a really reliable source, since you were clueless about the whole operation and would be easy to dispose after, but then his henchmen texted about how cute your dumb face looked. And Konig likes dumb loser girls who already wasted their lives. God, how much he adores them. He isn't opposed to charity and helping a starving artist thrive and do her silly painting about capitalism and gender issues while she eats from his hand. He isn't opposed to having you depend on him and cling to him like a tiny puppy - and he likes dangling riches in front of your face. Makes you do countless portraits of him and his men, always laughing if you say you don't really draw people. You'll have to, he says - if you want money. And you do, of course.

[kirbyofthestars]

Also ive been thinking of the god damn cat cogs and i realized how tks did whqt cats dio. And that is just get bigger. I mean yeah its....a ball of void now but so are normal blacl cats

in all seriousness though you are absolutely right. cosmos gear and continuum cog are little kitties in spirit

[f0xd13-blog]

tokening gypsies when it matters then blacl peoppe then its just people then its like excuse after excuse and the resources going away and im stucked at my house, the phone got fucked, the food started disappearing and thy continued appearing with my shit and thinking they wasnt legit holocausting me because of again? Racism! Stereotyopes they look at my pics and think.theres no effort look favelado. God getting more pissed by the minute and they continue...

[carelessflower]

just a small fic

Alexander stood there, grippig his phone tightly, the black gates shut. He looked around for any neighbours, but there was no other houses?

It was one house on a culdisac surrounded by a blacl gates and marble walls.

He took out his phone, and dialled Isabelle number.

"I think Im at the wrong place." He whispered into the phone, his legs tremberling.

"You are at the house on a culdisac, your at the right place Alec."

"The gates are closed." He heard his sister groan.

"Ring the buzzer."

"What if his father answers?"

"ALEXANDER, god damn, ring the buzzer." She hung up.

He gulped, his hands sweaty, he closed his eyes, as he pressed the buzzer, and waited, he opened one eye, and both.

No answer.

He buzzed again.

No answer.

He was about to buzz again.

"Yes?" He heard Magnus's voice on the other end.

Phew it wasnt the father.

"Its me Alexander."

The gates opened, he walked inside, a large fountain was in the of the driveway, the house was large, he walked on the white gravel, until he got to the black double doors, which opened.

"Hiya Alec, sorry about the wait... I was making brownies." Magnus was in an apron, chocolate and flour covered him. His hair was messy. Alec smiled at the scene as he stepped in.

"Drink?"

"Cola?"

Two large staircases were leading to the upstairs, into two different directions. He followed Magnus to the kitchen, which was open. The countertop wss covered in flour, and batter.

Magnus's house was much larger than theirs and more private.

Magnus gave him the can of cola, as he took out a lemonade.

"Where is your father?"

"He has gone out, but he'll be back in a few minutes. Anyway, I did some of the project, its upstairs, but I need to change." Magnus gave him a smile and took his apron off, he walked to a door, opened it, and closed it behind him.

Alec stood in the middle of the kitchen, alone. He looked around, and saw picture frames of Magnus, and his friends in different countries. One caught his eye. Magnus standing in front of the Eifile Tower in shorts, and a vest, standing next to him was a white, sandy blonde haired male, greenish blue eyes, that looked like the sea. they were smiling, arms around each other.

He has never seen this man before?

"thats my cousin Stanley, he is stuyding at Oxford, he is living with my uncle." Magnus said behind, making him jump.

"He is cute." That came out of nowhere.

"Okay...well lets go upstairs." Magnus grinned, grabbing Alec's hand, and pulling him, as they made their way to the staircase, the front door open, a taller, pale male walked in.

"Dad this is Alexander, we are working on a project, oh I made some brownies." Magnus smiled before going upstairs, Alec followed behind, there was a few more picture frames of Magnus and his dad, one was Magnus with this Stanley, and a few others.

Are all his family good looking?

They go to to the top, long hallways going in different direction with many rooms with closed doors, with another staircase leading to the third floor.

Magnus went upstairs, Alec followed.

How big was this?

They got to third flood, and another steps were leading to the fourth, seven rooms were on this floor. Magnus opened the door, and Alrc noticed how vibrant this room was.

"The toilet is in the en suite. Magnus said, pulling out the folder."

"I did the history part of the castle, but we need to redesign it."

"Thats fine."

"You have a nice house, must get lonely just the two of you."

"Yeah..its creepy though, especailly at night, you should stay over."

"Oh..if your dad doesnt mind, then that is fine."

Magnus nodded, smiled.

"BANE!" A voice shouted from downstairs.

"What?"

"Can you at least clean up in the kitchen." The door slammed.

"I will but not now." Magnus smiled at Alec.

"Sit down."

when will alec meet asmodaddy

[corkybitch]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Body con dress.

[alienwerke]

it be the shripm pose at the blacl light box or jus the wrath of god :(

goggole how to get rid of bacj pain

google how to stpo back pain

wny doen my back hurt yahoo answers

[childrenoflight-darkness-nothing]

new au new au new au

[tredawakandan]

Old + New Superman and America Connections.. Once you get past the understanding Masons steal our culture/heritage and give it back via fictional works of art only then can you see through the lie that they just randomly came up with characters😧..

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

Apploosa: Why are you guys just standing around?? Monarch and the akuma are rampaging all over the city!

Ikati Black: The akuma is creating equality for everyone of every gender and ethnicity. Scarlet and I agreed we’ll only intervene once it gets violent.

Appaloosa: Oh… Well, then, I’m sold! Burn those bigots to the ground and eat their souls!

Scarlet Beetle: Love your energy, but if the Akuma starts burning bigots, we’ll have to purify them.

Appaloosa: Or! Listen to the little devil on your shoulder and let them burn the rich assholes making life miserable for people.

Ikati Black: Scarlet, no.

Scarlet Beetle: God, both of you make such good arguments.

Appaloosa: Well, I have reasons why you should listen to me. Reason number 1. Look at Ikati. He’s got that little stick.

Ikati Black: We have been over this. It is a staff!

Appaloosa: Also, he’s wearing a ton of leather and dresses as a cat; tell me you don’t see it.

Ikati Blacl: I am not a furry!

Appaloosa: Reason number 2. Look what I can do. *Does a handstand*

Scarlet Beetle: Uh… What does that have to do with anything?

Ikati Black: Actually… She’s making a good argument.

[pumpkin-bread]

LAIR REVIEW! Drunk Version. For floralb0t

Hello hi folks here on FR tumblrverse I am NOT correctingmy typos and I’m a little tipsy with no outlet so THIS lovely person has paid me a whole egg to tlk about a carton’s worth of dragns.

LET’S GET TO IT.

Oh also btw I’ll hatch this eff after rollover tonight. You know, Jan 1st?

OKAY FOR REAL NOW

Okay this will be a bonus because it might.... be a sad thing. but pets are so important. They are our bes t friends and our dearest companions. I adore memorial ragonsthat keep the memory of our beloved pets alive. She’s wonderfin. Fuck I love calico cats. My first cat was a calico too

um now onwards

CLAN LEADER HOOOO and a goood one. You cannot go wron g with blacl/red/white. Classy. classic. Gorgeous.

She sounds like a real sweetheart. I enjoy clans that have thoughtful and caring drafsons as their heads. Unlike my lairs. Her apparel is nice and balanced.

KISSY FOR PRETTY SNAP

Oh dear lord. Her head for mnumbers and scheduls. Can I borrow her? Or her bain. I could ue that. chrisp.

It isn't the 'assassin' bit that people are unsure of, it's the 'ex'. 

I love tht line. Omg. Also I cannoy ignore a beauriful evil-looking SD. I lvoe the touhc about the possessed rok too. Very good dragon.

AAA LOOK AT ALL YOUR TWO LETTER NAMES

That’s some rare shit my friend

Here’s AE. Who looks like a beautiful, somehow intact ancient building in the middle of  vast rainforest, but also looks so fucking done with being in that fucking rainfrest. Amazzing. A guardsperson? Their shift is fucking over. Give bearak

.

I like ruin. Love an old swordswoman. Love severely. Her bio is sweet. I wish I hd a kinda love remotely like tht.

I see how hanas’ lore is being rewritten. But I love the cnce[pt. urn it Hana. Burn it all to the fuckng ground

ROR RO ROR RO another two letter. SO GOOD.

I like his lore too. Juuust rich enough to have picky choosy standards. if only wwr could all be so lucky. He’d probably never accpet a contarct from Amberspire I frickin tell ya

Your blurbs are realy good. give this man a crowd to love him. Fulfill his need.

OH MY GOD YOUHAVE A SUNNY AND LILAH BABY. MY SWEET GIRLS. THEY ARE SO HAPPY ONE OF THEIR CHILDREN IS STILL LOVED

//weeps.

BUT. That has nothing to do with her personal lore. What a lovel y caretaker, and so carefully regened too. This made me so happy.

Erulla now. I love her gumption. From a dancer who had to quit due to injurty to a custome

a costumer who makes her client feel beautiful. What a fantastic person she is. So very... what’s the word. Spirited will do. Unstppable.

oh my go d you have a lot of my grandbabies actually holy rhsir. my joy in seeing Besra and Marengo can’t be overstated but it feels like cheating to pick them. SO ON I GO

I really really really like Warpstorms little lore snippet. It coupled with her accent makes me imagine a cute but implaceably creepy girl who you know has someting weird going on but can’t say anything about becaise?? she’s just a ittle girl? play tea patry and ignore the voices ya?

Queen ofrot! Queen of Rot! It’s Namira! Resplendant and horrible. This G1 has SO much potential and I’m v excited to see what youdo.

Wait was that really twelve already wtf? Wow! Okay enjoy!!!

[woshthetriangle-blog]

Tiiiiiiight!

[malkumtend]

I hope I'm not spamming, it's just sometimes I get focused on one topic and can't leave it for a while. And Warrior Cats is a blacl hole of issues and things to tall about.

I stared reading Sight (First book third series) and I hate how cats act around Jaypaw. Yeah, he can't see but he was BORN like that. He "sees" the world differently! And it's so sad that no one, NO ONE, not even his parents tried to understand him! They just went "Oh no, Jaykit can't see, oh no, what is he going to do now?"

And Brightheart's babying. I can understand why Jaypaw is always so grumpy.

It also made me think about Cinderpelt, when she was hurt. Fireheart just walked around all sad and asked himself "What can she do now? She can't become a warrior!"

Thank gods Yellowfang had brain cells. Just, thank gods.

Don’t worry, the many many issues of the Warriors series is easy to get riled over.

Yep, the Warriors don’t tend to go easy on “the disadvantaged”. No wonder Jay turned out so snarky. But hey, he’s the one who helped save the Clans, so he proved them wrong.

And yeah, Cinderpelt will always be a hero, no one can tell me otherwise! Love the girl to pieces!

[the-gory-gardner]

Chrome Roses Part One: The Witness

Persephone Duncan x Jesse Cromeans

This had to be one Persephone's most reckless decisions yet. Here she sat in the cliche white van she's bought a few weeks ago wearing a blacl hoodie, jeans and boots. She might as well tattoo 'Kidnapper' across her forehead.

But she had no other idea how to get this victim. They were going to be her tenth victim and first female one at that. When hree different men had serparantly ordered flowers to be sent to the same address in the same week her curiousity peaked. Looking into the giftee-Jessica Paxtom- Persephone found that she was a nanny for each of the three-married-men.

From stalking Ms. Paxton Persephone wasn't sure if she was attracted to girls at all. So she didn't think she could just put herself into Jessica's eyesight like she'd done the men. So here she was now sitting in an alley outside a bar waiting for the older woman to come out.

She had a needle filled with drugs at the ready. Persephone throught of the children and wives the girl was betraying. God she couldn't wait to get her hands on the husbands either but those would be harder than this.

Persephone tried not to flinch at the woman's high-pitched laugh as she walled out of the bar. The girl sounded and looked so much like her mother it was scary. Persephone had to take several breaths to block out venomous green eyes, sneering faces and sadistic laughter that stung as almost bad as much as the worst slaps.

Her nerves as calmed as she could get them she left the van. She pulled her hood up along with a black bandana covered in roses to hide the bottom of her face. She walked far enough behind Ms. Paxton for the woman not to worry but also keep her in sight.

As she did every Saturday after leaving the bar she took a shortcut through a rather long alley. This was when Persephone became really careful. She knew if she was spotted Jessica might not think they were just going the same direction.

She sped up knowing that the perfect spot to subdue her was right around the next turn. Jessica had barley taken a step into the next alley when Persephone tackled her. The older woman was stronger than she looked but some would same for Persephone's 5'4 self.

The young killer was breathkng was erractic as she's finally gotten the needle in the woman's throat. She wasn't dead not for a few more hours. She couldn't wait to see the difference between the interior of a female compared to a male.

Persephone was suddenly startled by the sound of click of a camera. Her head shot up her eyss widening at the sight of a witness. A witness who happened to be a behemoth of man well over six feet tall wearing all black, a silver skull mask hiding his face. The only thing that worried her more than the two large knives in his hands; was the camera placed perfectly on his shoulder catching everything she'd just done.

Fuck...