#DISENTOMB

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Disentomb

"I deal so often in rotting corpses that when I come across the freshly dead . . . why, it's like my birthday come early." —Nevinyrral, necromancer

Artist: Alex Horley-Orlandelli TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[onlyhurtforaminute]

DISENTOMB-NO GOD UNCONQUERED

[cherrwysx-music]

♫ Disentomb - Nothing Above ♫

[toxicmetalzine]

Disentomb / Stillbirth

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[thethcministry]

[metalfloridaman]

hotel door being opened carefully, the frontman didn't even hear the klokateer entering the room. dead asleep due to a night of tequila, nathan was oblivious to the dethphone going off frantically on his nightstand. sleep crusted eyes opening to a black hood, he groaned loudly. wondering why he was just was waken up by a gear. being given a reason immediately, he sat up in his bed. long soft black hair flowing down his bare back, hotel sheets pooling upon his lap.

“ there’s been a very serious threat on the hotel. ”  - @disentomb | #547

"so? we get threats like every day . . . what's different about this one?" nathan grumbled, words slurred. eyes shutting tightly as a migraine started to creep into his head. leaning over to his phone and throwing at the wall to silence it. the technology falling apart on impact. blinking once, he realized who was greeting him. dia. the one klokateer he actually knows the name of. it also helps that he was the only one to wear a fucking name tag.

throwing the covers off his lap, he stood from the king sized mattress. lucky for dia, nathan wore his own merch pajama bottoms. all over the black soft material read 'that's doable' in a metal font.

eyes reading the time on the nearest clock, he felt appalled being awake at such an early hour.

wake up call at seven in the morning?

𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐋.

[villagerain]

@disentomb

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“Don’t mention it,” he responds flippantly.

Rather quickly, Balto had come to understand Rude’s oppressive silence not as a means to intimidate nor insult the other party but merely the method in which Rude chose to carefully, carefully curate and calculate his responses in due time. In his time, his own perception of it, regardless of how long it looked to literally any normal human being on the Planet. 

Sometimes… Sometimes Rude actually does mean to intimidate and insult. Balto guesstimates he has a success rate of identifying which Rude-brand silence he is dealing with about eighty percent of the time. Those odds change dramatically if Rude has recently emerged from some sort of harebrained discussion or argument with his redheaded buffoon of a partner.

Nothing wrong with the occasional gamble. 

Balto looks down as the pamphlet slides across the frosted glass. His expression does not change right away, settled into the usual, grim line of a vague smile ready to go full stretch for anyone willing to test his patience. Like silence, pleasant smiles are capable of variance. What he sees, drinking in crude photomanipulations with a practiced eye, earns an outright frown.

“This a joke? Their skills are terrible.” Balto picks up the appalling artwork and rotates it clockwise in his hands one way, then counterclockwise the next. He pushes up his glasses and examines the print more closely, as if unsatisfied with his own disbelief. “Hideous,” he mutters, pushing the pamphlet back across the table with a wrinkle of distaste on his nose. “Then again, I suppose that might be the whole point.”

Not everyone could be a master of their craft, after all. Biases tend stronger when personal or professional vocations are called into play.

Balto glances around the empty conference room. Complaints should be aired carefully. Eavesdroppers are not uncommon. The Turks are not even safe from themselves. Balto leans back his chair while bouncing one foot up in the air from where he has crossed his legs. “You really think Tseng wants us to waste our time busting these guys?” Might be a bunch of stupid teenagers. Might not be.

[cfo-business-and-death]

"And that's the death reports for last quarter, my lord. Speaking of which," the klokateer retrieved a sticky note from within a Facebones branded folder. "Grace tasked me with asking about that man who keeps managing to get calls through to Mordhaus."

Charles glares at the klokoteer and rubs his eyes under his glasses, "Right. ah. Security hasnt been exactly as tight as it usually is. But no matter. I'm sure everything is, ah, fine". He looks to the klokoteer, "Tell Grace that everything is under control".

[priceforeverything]

That guy at the checkpoint picked your pocket back there, Johns. Take off the ankle restraints and give me back my knife, and I'll get what he took.

It isn't the first time that a mark tried to do something stupid to try and convince him to let them go. But he still isn't expecting Riddick to try and sweet-talk him.

"You know, I'm startin to think that you think I'm dumb Riddick." It's that slow drawl, a touch on the southern side. There's that confident smirk as he leans back in his chair. "So whats the plan, I give you your knife, you go hunt him down out of the goodness of your heart? Then what, you just put the restraints back on all easy and we're on our way?"

[cfgcdsandmcnsters]

"Just making conversation, I suppose. The club's usually kinda dead in the middle of the week." Of course, he wasn't really much of one to talk about dead things. "Figured I'd ask what brought you in."

@disentomb

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Disentomb

"If we've run out of warm bodies, then cold bodies will have to do." —Modriss of Zargoth Fen

Artist: Johann Bodin TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[onlyhurtforaminute]

[platanosconlechera]

#shirtoftheday #disentomb #sunkenchambersofnephilim #misery #thedecayinglight #brutaldeathmetal #deathmetal #metal https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn-wPUQOiml/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[redridcr]

🐆

new multi-muse ask meme!  send me a   “ 🐆 ”   and i’ll randomize our muse lists and suggest a few random pairings for us to try out. 

DORIAN - GUSTAV - I'm. I feel like they would get nothing done except sit around and talk about magic things. Gustav being a supposed war mage who knows the battlefield and Dorian having more experience in studied magic for 1x1? High level vocabulary on subjects no one else understands. And they'd have a good time discussing it all.

RUDE - FARRELL - THE YOUNGEST RIDER / JOCK OF THE CREW WITH SOMEONE SO SEASONED. Honestly I don't know much about the Final Fantasy fandom but like. From his info page. SOMEONE has to train the newer generation for a faction to keep going. The fresh meat who may or may not make it. Luckily Farrell has enough spice and energy to him that he might. MIGHT. Make it out alive.

MERUEM - MARY POLLARD - Meruem and a human mother. One that DOESN'T grovel to others just because and taught her own off-spring to be brave and ask questions. Maybe he would find her competent enough but she would still be terrified.

DORIAN - GEORGIE - Dragon Age / Red Rider verse and??? Dorian might find Georgie more tolerable than Red. Georgie is smoother, a little softer, but has an ego that might stifle Dorian.

547 - TAHNO - LOUD MUSIC???? HORSES / ANIMAL HAIR??? TWO THINGS TAHNO DISLIKES??? unless it's a loud cheering crowd for HIM

[aglaecan]

@disentomb sent a meme: “ devour death like crows, for all the feathers between your teeth. ” morticia n berú

Berúthiel was a witch of the old school, the blood and sacrifice sort of witch, the secluded home in the darkling wood sort of witch, the garden full of sticky green poisons sort of witch. (No, she did not dance naked by moonlight and have congress with the devil; that sort of thing had been written about witches by men, mostly with one hand kept suspiciously below the desktop  while they wrote it.) 

A difference in general aesthetics did not mean, of course, she could not appreciate the timeless elegance of a home like dear Morticia’s, the spires and gables and the smoke-stained old furniture, the guillotine blades and secret passages, a skeleton in every closet. And such a delightful family! Even a woman as famously and nefariously solitary as Berúthiel did like to get out once in a while and socialize.

In any case, the Addams graveyard truly was quite lovely this time of night. The moon was no more than a pale scraped fang of itself riding low in the cloud-scarred indigo of the sky; tattered wisps of mist clung to the lichen-eaten gravestones and resembled nothing so much as the winding cloths of the rotten dead!

The two women, similarly dressed in sleek black despite their other several differences, walked arm in arm between the stones. The sudden darting movement of a black shape low to the ground brought Berúthiel’s head around and she watched as the largest and most keenly predatory of her darling kitties pounced upon a skittering rat, tearing into his prey with gusto.

“My dear Morticia,” Berúthiel murmured with a soft laugh, “while the sentiment is delightful, I do prefer to devour life like a cat, for blood beneath my claws.”

shitty horoscopes memes || accepting

[officalgeorgestaniel]

I feel so unwell and I can't figure out what's wrong with me. I haven't been out of the house except to babysit. One of the children was getting over croup, and I had a cough this morning but it hasn't persisted. Other than that I've had horrible body aches and a headache all day, so I was worried it could be covid or parainfluenza but I have no other symptoms?????