#NIN┊001

[voicilasirene]

Anouk frowned, momentarily swapping out her morose attitude for curiosity. She tilted her head in thought, pondering. She hadn't bothered to press her informant for more details about how the delectable pirate had come to be dust. It was terribly unlike her, but she'd simply been too upset over the loss of a promised meal and the sad truth that she would now never know what it would have been like to embrace and consume him.

"I'm not sure if it's something that just happened or perhaps something done to the body? Who knows with them!" Human rituals were confounding to say the least.

Anouk reached out to give the other's forearm a gentle squeeze as an expression of her gratitude when her frustrations were rightfully vindicated. "It is! Thank you for saying as such. The island can be so cruel!"

"Oh of course," She sounded with a dignified air, "I never limit myself to only one pursuit at a time. I find it's easier to be patient when I know I've got several of them laying in wait to step right into one of my traps at any given moment. I'm in no danger of going hungry, but still — so much time toying with him for naught!"

continuing from this thread | @voicilasirene

Nin delighted in attending to Anouk. Such a beauty, with her prideful nature and her cold eyes. Nin would love to be more like her, so very ruthless.

She smiles softly at her. "You did seem a little distracted, piisaao." It's with fondness that she listens to her thoughts, brushing her hair softly with her fingers. "I didn't hear about that... I know little about the pirates. It seems I only encounter the lost boys," she hums thoughtfully at the realisation.

"But he was turned to dust?" She repeats, mouth hanging open for a moment. "Does that happen to the legged-folk? I had no idea," she's beyond fascinated, but beyond that, she hurts for Anouk. She pouts prettily.

"I'm so sorry," she says. "To have your plans ruined like that... It's no good, really. This island is so harsh to someone who plans things so carefully, like you."

As she does the finishing touches for Anouk's lovely hair, she smiles at her. "But do you have a new target in sight? I'm sure it'll go better next time. How could it not? You deserve a good meal!"

[lowetyde]

@littlenin​ :: continued from HERE.

a scowl was tossed back at the young mermaid, her words holding more truth than he refused to accept. even a nymph as fresh and new as herself could easily pose a threat to marlowe, who battled each day to maintain even the smallest fragment of power that was wielded so naturally by the rest of his kind.

marlowe skulked back, flicking his tail in annoyance. nin, in spite of her relatively short time in neverland, was still considered an outsider in his mind—a foreign friend who’d ventured there by some miracle ( or mistake ). he forced his grimace upwards into a mock grin, slithering closer.     “ now, now ! watch what you say. it’s far easier to make enemies than it is friends. “     his fingers lightly tugged at her ebony tresses, swimming circles around her like a snake coiling its prey. but only for a moment. just as quickly, he sidled away into the shadows once more.     “ and i have the greatest friend of all. how unimpressed ianthe would be by a bitter-mouthed, bickering child like yourself. “

[robsheridan]

photon decay 001. (see 002 here). Made by hand with a 20 year old consumer scanner and a plaster skull. From an unpublished 2020 series revisiting scanner glitching with my friendly old clunky flatbed scanner from the NIN With Teeth days.

I’d been thinking about that broken old scanner, and the body of work in general, leading up to 2020's 15th anniversary of With Teeth, whose art the scanner was instrumental to. I ended up continuing on to create a series of imagery that extended the ideas of my With Teeth art, which I’ll start to share soon.

I never released this piece because I wanted to do it as a print, but I was never able to get the print to look right. There are some very delicate balances of tones happening here that seem reliant on an RGB display and frustratingly weren’t translating to print, but maybe it’s time to give it another try.

UPDATE: Hi-res wallpapers available

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[livealittleoc-cb]

001 for Ace and Ningning

This seemed so perfect

@fantasyaespa

001. a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork .

"I think we should reschedule for another day!" Ningning said as she nodded quickly and started walking the other way. Ace grabbed her hand quickly giving her puppy dog eyes.

"Noooo Joo is booked for the rest of the month! Anddd I made sure we got the whole place to ourselves so there won't be anyone else but the three of us." He said in reassurance along with giving her more puppy dog eyes. She tried to look away but huffed and pouted.

"Fine! But you have to hold my hand when he does it!" Ace nods quickly and happily.

"Yes of course! I can even show you his work. He's tattooed my womb tattoo and pec tattoo." He went to start slipping off his shirt but Nin stopped him.

"I'll take your word for it baby." She giggled and kissed his cheek. Ace pouted a little but took her hand and tugged her into the shop. He smiled big as he saw Jooheon looking down at papers.

"Hey Joo!" He squealed as he hoped holding onto Ningning. "We're here for the appointment I booked."

"Yeah I was wondering when you would come in, you were standing out there for like 10 minutes." He said as he proped his reading glasses on his head while Ningning blushed with a pout, sticking her tongue out at Joo. The taller man just chuckled as he stood up. "Well alright, I have the designs you guys agreed on and the placements. We just have to numb the areas and start. Who wants to go first.~" He asked as he looked between the two. Ningning looked at Ace with big eyes as he sighed.

"I'll go first, taking one for the team.~" He giggled as he kissed her forhead softly and she bounced saying a soft 'thank you' while they start moving around to get ready.

[The Lovers is the card of love, relationships, passion, desire, and choices. Ruled by Gemini (the Twins), the Lovers speaks to the duality of unity: yin and yang, masculine and feminine, heaven and earth. The Lovers show that perfect union is possible. You can find your soulmate.]

[hacialikara]

Nintendo Switch 2’nin gizemli aksesuarı ortaya çıktı!

Nintendo, yeni nesil konsolu Switch 2 ile birlikte merak uyandıran bir aksesuar da piyasaya sürmeye hazırlanıyor. Ancak gizemli aksesuarın ne olduğu hala büyük bir soru işareti. FCC belgelerine göre, CLO-001 koduyla bilinen cihaz, küçük, küp benzeri bir yapıya sahip olacak. Boyutları yaklaşık olarak 90.6mm x 90.6mm x 83.7mm olan cihaz, küçük ama güçlü bir aksesuar olabileceğinin sinyallerini…

[lgchyuk]

📜workshop 001 - solo 03

it always feels the same, like an interview for a job, one that you’d never know if went well because no matter how you answer the questions, it never feels like you did fine and for something like coughing or smiling or even showing too much confidence, it could be interpreted in a wrong way and you lose your chance.

coach insung was expecting hyukjae sat on the floor in the dance practice room that had become like his second dorm in the past months. after sitting in front of him, hyuk tried to breathe as steadily as he could, as if something different would change the man’s perspective of him,

he was being studied and hyuk knew, he had answers ready to be spilled but he needed the questions first and when they didn’t come in the first 45 seconds, he knew that was a test; he needed to relax.

hyuk offered him a smile, followed by a “hey coach-nin”

tell me about the easiest part of this workshop, hyukjae, he heard the man ask and the image of his mentor came to life immediately in his head - “having tee hyung as a mentor was a blessing. i feel that he was the perfect person to guide me, to show me what i lacked and what i could improve. having him with us showed me what i needed to have to accomplish what i wanted.”

the man nodded and continued, how about your satisfaction with the workshop? how would you rate it? hyuk frowned at the question because it didn’t seem to have something other than genuine interest in his opinion and he felt he didn’t need to hide it, “i wanted more time, to be honest. i took a long time in my own head, thinking too much and once i focused on what was really important i felt i didn't have more time. tee hyung gave us everything he could and i would rate his efforts with a ten but my participation with an 8. i wanted to enjoy more, to show more.”

a suspended silence filled the room for a moment before the last question came, what part did you value the most in the workshop? hyuk felt that question was made for him, he wanted to talk about it, how the frustration and arrogance slowly turned into laughter and hard work, long nights spent trying to perfect his dance routines, how he wanted to yell sometimes but every saturday the yelling turned into howls of encouragement and there was no competition there but people only following their dream. “teamwork. knowing i don't need to know everything and there will always be someone there to share something with me. i needed to leave my comfort zone and that workshop was perfect for me.”

[saintrocklee]

EVANESCENT; fleeting, fading or disappearing quickly

chapter 001: trust enter itachi. enter kisame.

masterlist | pairing: itachi x reader x kisame publish date: 07.03.22 | wc: 7.2k chapter summary: whoever decided to deliver two dying men to your house owed you big. it’s going to take days to get the blood out of your carpet. chapter warnings: mentions of blood. me making up shit about anatomy & healing & chakra. do not try any of this at home.

It had been a normal day.

That’s how it usually starts though, right? Unusual events never occurred when people were ready for them. Your situation was no different.

Fresh snowfall covered your small yard as you enter your home, shaking snow from your shoes before kicking them to the side and closing the door behind you. You’re unwinding your scarf when you freeze, adrenaline immediately pumping through you.

Your back sliding door was open.

Your house was small and fairly open, giving you a perfect view of almost everything from your front door. You can see bloody footprints, along with dark red drips and splatters, starting from outside - a stark contract against the white of the snow - and trailing to the right, disappearing into the rest of your living room. You reach for a kunai in your thigh holster and call out, voice hard and vicious.

“Who the hell are you?”

It’s quiet for a moment and you try to feel for something - a chakra signature, some sort of presence - and come up empty. There’s a chance that whoever broken in had left but your gut was telling you otherwise. You take a step forward, the old wood of your floorboard creaking loudly, and freeze again when a distinctly male voice calls out to you.

“I mean you no harm.”

Of course they hadn’t left. That would make everything too easy.

You want to laugh, a man breaking into your house, no doubt covered in blood, meant you know harm? You pluck a couple of senbon from your waist pouch that were covered in a paralytic poison, grateful that your extremely paranoid partner made sure you kept yourself stocked, no matter what you were doing.

Bless that skinny bespectacled bastard.

“I may have been born at night, but not last night. Answer my question, asshole.”

There’s a cough that could have been a chuckle and then you hear a wet rasp. Whoever was in your living room seemed to be having trouble breathing and your eyes trail back to the blood on your floors. You had assumed your unwanted house guest was covered in blood but now - now you think he might be injured.

That … changed things.

You can practically feel your partner rolling his eyes at your gentler nature but at your core you weren’t a killer; unless the situation called for it.

And this situation was still … currently developing.

“I promise, I’m not here to hurt you.”

You snort and take another step forward, mind reeling to come up with a plan. You were running out of wall to hide behind and so far all you had come up with was … well, nothing. You truly didn’t know if the motherfucker currently bleeding out in your living room was a threat or not - but you weren’t stupid. You didn’t want to kill anyone needlessly but you still needed to treat him like a threat, and be ready to move on him if needed.

“You don’t have to believe me when I say that.” There’s another cough and you grit your teeth, white knuckling the kunai in your hand. “But believe me when I say this - if you make a move against me, I will kill you.”

Ah. There it is.

And you were going to give him the benefit of the doubt.

You straighten at his pointed threat, jaw working in agitation.

“You seem to be at a disadvantage here, sir. I’m not the one bleeding out all over the place.”

You’re met with a charged silence and you feel your stomach twist with knots. You were decent in a fight, but you didn’t have any real shinobi training - and the only person you knew you could call for backup was currently on a month long mission. If he was a rogue nin you’d probably be fine, but if he was a major player with village training - well.

In a word, you’d be fucked.

The next word out of the stranger’s mouth makes your spine go rigid.

“Please.”

Um.

What?

Since when were shinobi polite?

His plea is soft, and something twists in your chest when you realize he’s pleading for you to not make him kill you. You blink, suddenly furious at this stranger’s arrogance, furious that you’re becoming a victim in your own home, and furious that there’s blood drying on your carpet.

Breathe.

In and out.

Think.

Two options, then.

Option one - charge at the injured stranger in your living room and hope he’s bluffing. All you needed to do was prick him with one of your senbon and he’d be paralyzed in seconds.

Option two - continue talking to him while you come up with option three; which would hopefully have less risk than option one.

You snarl and take another step forward, deciding to just say fuck it.

“I’‘m coming in. I won’t make a move towards you, but I’m not putting away my weapons.”

There’s a beat of silence, before you hear him speak again - this time his voice sounds watery; like there’s liquid in his mouth.

“Alright.”

You swallow and come around the corner, kunai ready to strike. You find your stranger sitting in your armchair, and blink owlishly at the sight of him. He was younger than you expected, more than likely your age, and he looked like he was one more hit away from dying where he sat. His grey shirt was torn to ribbons, blood coating every tear. There was more blood dripping from his right eye and out of the corner of his mouth. He had a large gash down the side of his face, and you can tell he had a larger wound on his side - no doubt where all the blood on your floor is coming from. You can see the fishnets underneath his shirt are in no better shape, and you whistle softly, keeping your kunai up.

“You don’t look so hot.”

Your comment has one of his eyebrows arching, and dark eyes stare back at you - bottomless and void of any emotion. You might see irritation there but it was hard to tell from your distance.

“Why are you here?” You ask, and you watch as he draws in a breath with difficulty. You can hear the rattling in his lungs and you work your jaw, not exactly enjoying watching this man actively die in front of you.

“I needed a place to recover.” He answers, voice growing hoarse, and you snort.

“I hate to break it to you - but I don’t think you’re recovering from all of that without some serious help.”

He offers you a self deprecating smirk before coughing, and you watch in muted horror as blood spurts from his mouth. Unconsciously, you take a step forward but reel yourself back when his eyes flash to you.

“Easy.” You start, as if you’re talking to a wounded animal. It was obvious to you that he wasn’t going anywhere and you weren’t keen on letting a man die in your home. He obviously wasn’t going anywhere and you could technically help him. You weren’t a real medic but your views aligned with them.

Why let someone suffer needlessly when you could help them?

Besides, dealing with dead bodies was something you did not do.

“You clearly need help. I’m in a position to offer it. You gonna let me, or do you want to just continue to bleed out everywhere?”

The man narrows his eyes at you, chest starting to heave with effort, and you steel yourself.

“Look, buddy, I know trust isn’t something people like us do. But trust me when I say this - you’re going to die without help. You’re here because there’s no healer in town and this was the easiest house to get to that’s far enough away from everyone, right?”

He blinks at you slowly, confirming your words, and you continue on while slowly lowering your kunai.

“Okay. Now, I don’t care who you are or why you’re torn to shreds. I don’t like death and really don’t want you bleeding out all over my floor. If I come over there to at least assess you, are you going to let me?”

There’s a charged pause between you two and you watch him carefully, eyeing the way he continues to bleed. The man looks at you, assessing you, eyeing your weapons pouch, before giving you a sharp nod.

You jerk your head towards your open back door, and start to move towards it, never taking your eye off of the man sitting in front of you. Your house is cold from the winter chill and you shudder, closing and locking it with one hard. You drop your kunai into your thigh holster and push your senbon back into your pouch, hands coming up and displaying your palms to him in surrender. He watches your movements carefully, but makes no move to stop you, and you inch forward slowly.

You stop when you’re directly in front of him and crouch down, eyes flicking over his many injuries - trying to pick a place just to start. You knew minimal healing technique, that was more your partner’s forte - you were a poison expert; plants and venom and antidotes were your area of expertise.

But still. Your help was better than nothing.

“I need to cut off your shirt.” You say gingerly, knowing that if you just reached for him without warning, especially with a kunai, he’d take it as an act of aggression. There’s a pause and he nods, giving you silent permission.

You slowly reach back for your kunai and carefully cut his shirt along with his fishnets, peeling the bloodied fabric from his skin. His chest stutters, no doubt from pain, and you murmur an apology as you finish stripping him as best as you could.

The site that meets you makes you stomach churn.

There were small lacerations that littered his chest and sides, not very deep and could easily be closed. It’s the larger wound on his side that worries you, along with the black spider webbing surrounding most of his wounds.

He’d been poisoned.

There’s three different kinds of poison that cause black marks like that and none of them are easy fixes. The first one you think of is pretty deadly upon impact and you turn your head up, meeting his gaze.

“When did you get these?”

He swallows, no doubt struggling to talk, and answers you with a rasp.

“Less than half a day ago.”

Okay. One poison down.

“Talk me through your symptoms.” You say, standing and turning to walk into your kitchen. Slowness was quickly forgotten, you needed to work fast if you wanted to save his life. Stop the bleeding, start creating the antidote.

Easy.

Right?

There’s a wet cough behind you and you flinch, not liking the way his chest was rattling with each breath.

“Shortness of breath. Drowsiness. Muscle spasms. Blocked chakra.”

You nod along, mouthing along with him as he speaks and start rifling through your cabinets. Bandages are found quickly and you rush back to him to start packing his larger wound. You don’t notice the way he tenses as you touch him, too busy mulling over everything you’d need to make him an antidote. There was also the matter of extracting the poison, at least some of it, but you’d break that news to him once you could stop him from bleeding.

Once you’ve stopped his side from bleeding you turn to face him, eyeing the way he seemed to struggling even more to breathe. You press your ear to his chest, needing to listen, politeness thrown out the window. His breathing sounds stunted and wet, and you feel anxiety grip you when you realize what you have to do. The poison was no doubt causing his airway to swell but the fluid filling his lungs would kill him first. At least, you’re pretty sure that’s what you hear.

Only one way to find out.

“I need to tap your chest.” You breathe, moving away from him to stand to get utensils from your kitchen. You think you hear him make a frustrated noise and you laugh humorlessly as you rifle through your drawers.

“Trust me, I don’t like it anymore than you do.”

There’s another wet rasp, further worsening your anxiety, before he speaks.

“You’ve done this before?”

Ha.

“Sure.” You reply diplomatically, finding a small tube along with a sharp enough scalpel. There’s a disbelieving grunting sound coming from your living room and you smile in a way you hope is comforting as you turn to face the man currently dying in your favorite arm chair.

Judging by the way he’s grimacing, it’s not working.

“Okay, let’s lay you down.”

He closes his eyes, no doubt mentally preparing for what’s coming next, and you help him gingerly onto the floor. His skin is molten lava against yours and you add fever on your list of things to worry about and address quickly.

Once he’s laying down on his back, you hover over him, quickly disinfecting your utensils with the alcohol solution you snagged from under your sink.

“This is going to hurt, but you can’t move. Usually I’d have someone hold you down but it seems we’re both short on friends here.”

There’s another raspy chuckle at your pathetic joke and you swallow thickly.

“Okay stranger. This is going to help you breathe better so I have time to extract some of the poison in you. Then we’ll work on your fever, then we’ll close your wounds. Okay?”

The man beneath you nods, and to your surprise, closes his eyes. The trust he was giving you in that moment, however fleeting, was breathtaking and you shake your head to clear your thoughts.

You grip your scalpel and place a hand on his chest, mainly to steady you, but to also feel for his heart and breath sounds.

“On three.” You murmur, tightening your grip on your scalpel.

“One -”

You slice into him without warning, quickly removing the scalpel to replace it with the tube. To your shock and pleasant surprise, murky liquid starts to leak out and his eyes fly open as he takes a large breath, wincing in pain - but breathing.

“Hell yes.” You whisper, meeting his eyes with a grin. He closes his eyes again and takes another deep breath. You wait until the liquid starts to thin before removing the tube and packing the small hole with bandages.

On to step two.

“I’m going to remove some of the poison now. I can’t take all of it, some of it’s already too broken down in your system, but I can stop it from spreading further. Everything else is going to need time to flush out.”

He nods again, and you stand, running to your bathroom to find medical fluid to help you. You rush into your kitchen for bowls and come back, nausea once again churning in your gut.

“Have you ever had poison extracted from you before?”

Your stranger nods and you swallow thickly, cracking your knuckles nervously.

“I’m going to do this in tiny increments - to help with the pain. Again, you can’t move and we’re short on friends so ...”

You trail off and bite your lip, knowing that the man laying in front of you was tougher than anyone you’d met based on his condition and the fact that he was still talking - but still. Extracting poison was painful, excruciatingly so, and the last time your partner had to perform this procedure on you it took two people to hold you down.

You start with the darkest laceration on his chest, making a small cut on either side of the wound. You pick up a small portion of the medical fluid, chakra gathering in your hands, and hover it over the tiny cut, chewing the inside of your cheek.

“Ready?”

The man inhales sharply, signalling you to start, and you push the fluid through, pulling it through his system and then from the other small cut - whispering apology after apology as you watch him struggle against the pain. You feel a lump form in your throat - you don’t even know this guy - but seeing someone suffer like this made your insides turn.

Your partner did always say you were soft.

You keep going, the black murky poison lifting from his body with every push of fluid, and find yourself babbling - hoping to at least keep his mind off of it.

You weren’t sure why you cared so much.

“I know this hurts, I’m sorry. Deep breaths, okay? Slow, nice and easy - I need to know your lungs are still clear. I’ve got you, you’re gonna be back on your feet in no time - killing and stealing and breaking into girl’s houses - or whatever it is you do.”

You’re so focused on the task at hand you don’t notice the amused lilt on your stranger’s lips before he’s grimacing and hissing in pain, a choked groan coming from him that reminds you of a dying animal.

Gods, you hated that sound.

“Just a little more, I promise. Finish this, get your fever down, close your wounds. Keep breathing for me, deep ones. I’ve got you.”

You’re on your last pull, the black spider webbing around his cuts having faded tremendously, and you release what’s left into the bowl next to you, letting out a relieved sigh. The man beneath you lolls his head to the side, panting in pain, and you place a hand on his chest.

“I’m done, hard part’s over. You did great, it’s going to be easy from here.”

He glances at you, and your eyes meet for a beat before you’re looking away - gathering up the bowls to place in the kitchen. You don’t notice how his gaze trails you now, not to track your movements like a threat, but to just watch you curiously.

You’d already mentally complied a list of plants you’d need to create an antidote - but his raging fever had to come first. You’re gathering ice from your freezer into rags, trying to come up with a way to talk the man into getting into your shower - half so you could get the blood off of him before you stitch him up, half so you could bring down his temperature.

Based on how things were going - you’d say you had about fifty fifty odds of getting him agree to get naked in front of you.

How the fuck did this turn into your day?

No, wait. His chest.

Shit, you need to repair the hole you made - and make sure there aren’t anymore tears in his lungs. And then the fever. Then the wounds, then the antidote.

You’re about to head back to him when his voice freezes you, raspy and hoarse, your heart jumping in your chest like it’s been electrocuted.

“Thank you.”

Um.

Either he’s delirious or this is the politest shinobi you’ve ever met.

You turn slowly, blinking as you watch him struggle to sit up before making a disgruntled noise.

Idiot.

“Hey - no. No moving, no anything.”

You hurry to him, unable to keep the bite out of your tone as you attempt to boss him, placing your ice filled rags on the floor next to him. The man huffs at you, clearly not liking being told what to do, but you’re already gearing up for a rant.

“You have any idea what I just did to you? No moving without assistance or my say so, or so help me I will strap you down. Which I think will severely effect our fragile friendship. And you can thank me once we’re done here - which we’re a long way from.”

You push him down gently and to your surprise he goes back to lying on his back, brow furrowed as he watched you. You roll your eyes and start placing your makeshift ice packs around his neck and chest - careful to avoid any open wounds.

“See? That’s not so hard. Now ... this next part you’re not going to like, but I feel like we’ve grown close these past few minutes, so you’ll excuse my forwardness.”

His brow, which was honestly quite elegant, arched in confusion. You scrunch your nose and nod toward your bathroom.

“I’m going to do my best to repair your lungs now. Easy part. The part you’re not going to like is what comes after. We need to break your fever and I need all of that blood off of you so I can see what I’m doing. There’s also a possibility of your skin being coated in more poison - long story short, you need to rinse off. Which means ...”

You trail off, glancing down at his pants, and sigh when his expression falls flat, obviously not on board with your plan.

Ugh.

Fucking shinobi.

You hold your hands up in surrender, meeting his eyes with the most serious look you can muster.

“Look - we don’t have options here. Okay? I won’t look - just need to get you in there and hang out to make sure you don’t pass out and hurt yourself. Not to brag, but I’ve seen my fair share. You don’t have anything I’ve never seen before.”

Your stranger blinks and looks up at your ceiling, and you’re reminded of your partner looking at the sky to gather patience anytime he’d be faced with a very annoying situation. Which more often than not happened to involve you.

At least your life was consistent.

“Alright, I’m going to take your silence as understanding. Keep taking slow, deep breaths for me.”

You spread your hands over his chest, swallowing at how hot and clammy his skin was, and close your eyes - forcing your chakra into his body to feel for damage. The process is slow and long - you’re not an expert with this kind of healing and it takes you way longer than it should; to feel for the hole in his chest you created along with any other damage. He keeps steadily breathing through all of it and unbeknownst to you, keeps his eyes on your face the entire time. Curious girl, taking care of a strange man who broke into her home. The way you spoke was contradicting to the way you handled him, always so gentle and apologetic.Your dry humor was meant to be comforting, distracting, and while he doesn’t find himself comfortable or distracted he’s ... not as on edge as he was before.

Honestly, he isn’t sure what to make of you.

Time ticks along slowly and after awhile you’re withdrawing your chakra, happy to report his lungs were ... in a word, fine. The poison hadn’t quite reached them, the damage was replaced to the best of your ability, and he was breathing a lot easier now - the wet rattling sound now gone.

Not the best work that’s ever been done, but it was your best and that’s what mattered.

You sigh and remove your hands from his chest to rest on your thighs and turn your head, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You could feel your muscles start to get heavy but push it to the side - there wasn’t time to be tired. Not yet.

“Okay stranger. Shower time.”

The man on your floor stares at you blankly and something about it makes you want to laugh. He then turns his head back to the ceiling and closes his eyes again, no doubt preparing himself for the mortifying ordeal of being stripped by someone he didn’t know. You give him a beat before you tap his arm gently.

“It’s now or never. I don’t think there’s a specific prayer for this kind of situation.”

You’re pleased by the stunted snort you’re awarded with and you move to crouch above his head, carefully pushing him up by his shoulders. Soon you’ve got him on his feet, mildly impressed that he can kind of function on his own, and throw one of his arms over your shoulder. Careful to avoid the blood soaked bandages on his side, you lead him to your bathroom. You rest him on the edge of your tub against the wall and turn your water on to room temperature. You’d ease the water colder as he got used to it - you didn’t want him going into shock in your bathtub.

You turn to face him and gather your courage.

Alright ... here goes nothing.

“Can you take off your pants or do you need help?”

Your stranger gives you a look that you’re sure could wilt flowers if he was at full strength and you can’t help but fight a smile.

“You’re honestly a little scary, you know that?”

Your dry comment gets no reaction and you snort.

“Got it, no help. Gotta say, you’re the first guy to not take me up on that offer.”

You turn your back and make a show of even covering your face, once again missing the amused quirk of his lips.

“Alright, strip. I’m gonna grab you a towel to cover yourself, and then I’ll slowly lower the water’s temperature.”

You stand and move to your sink, blindly opening your cabinet to reach for a clean towel. You can hear him moving behind you and turn to face him, eyes still closed and face covered by your hand, when you hear clothing fall onto your tile. You extend your arm out with your towel in your hand, letting him take it from you. You wait a moment, listening as he slowly eased himself into your bathtub, before speaking.

“All good?”

There’s an affirmative grunt and you peek through your fingers, nodding when you see him sitting under the spray of water, towel hiding his ... parts successfully. You move to once again sit on the edge of your tub and watch his chest carefully, noting how he still seemed to struggle a little when he inhaled. The dried blood on his chest, arms, and thighs was start to break apart and drip away, giving you a better view of all of his cuts and bruises.

He was seriously beat to hell.

“I’d ask what happened to you but ... I know you’d lie. Or just ignore me.”

There’s a huff from your stranger - you think it might be a laugh - and you continue to ramble, twisting your body to drop the temperature of the water a notch. He stiffens under the change before relaxing against your tile again and you keep your eye on his chest and the soaked bandages on his side.

“I’m also tempted to ask for your name, but again, I know you’ll just lie. Or ignore me. It’s hurtful, honestly - I think we’re becoming fast friends. I’d like to be able to call you something and I’m terrible with nicknames.”

Your sarcasm and cheeky grin earn you an amused look and you feel your shoulders start to sag with exhaustion. You’re tired, the adrenaline from the whole situation was wearing off and your chakra was extremely depleted. You can’t believe that only hours ago you’d come home to find this man bleeding out in your living room.

You did want to know his name at least, but you knew you weren’t going to get it. There’s a pause and you turn, wanting to drop the temperature down again, when his voice surprises you.

“Shisui.”

Your fingertips pause on your shower handle and you cock your head back to look at him, unable to fight your bemused smile.

“Liar.” You challenge and he snorts, shoulder lifting in a pathetic attempt at a shrug.

Well, at least it was something. Maybe it was a nickname, or a shortened version of his real name.

Or maybe he was just full of shit.

“Hana.” You lie smoothly, turning back to the task at hand. The water cools even further and you wince when you hear him hiss.

“Hana.” He repeats, his tone one of disbelief and you turn, tongue poking out between your teeth.

“Mhmm.”

The air around you two is light now, both of you clearly lying about your names, and both of you finding it funny. It went with the line of work - shinobi’s secrets had secrets and only the stupid ones that trusted easily ended up dead.

You take this time to give yourself a moment to really look at “Shisui” and can’t help but find him ... handsome. Honestly, he was pretty. He had delicate features that were no doubt hardened by his line of work. His long black hair was tied in a loose band, strands falling over his face. His eyes were dark, almost bottomless, and his face seemed like it was permanently set in a serious expression. He had to have been around your age, and you trail your eyes down - taking in the way he was breathing again. There are faded scars littering his body, the marks of a shinobi, and the necklace he wore was ... attractive. His chest moved with very little difficulty but you noted he still seemed uncomfortable - no doubt due to inflammation from the poison slowly working through his insides. You had time though, and you wanted to clean and sew up his wounds - not wanting to have to fight off an infection on top of the poison.

“I’m going to feel your skin now, to see if the water’s been helping.”

You wait for a moment for some kind of objection and smile softly when there is none. You lean forward to place the back of your hand against his forehead, humming at the coolness you felt there. The water was cooling his skin but there was still some heat behind it - which was to be expected. The water had done it’s job of clearing away most of the grime and blood - and you eye his injuries carefully. You notice that he closes his eyes at the contact and it’s ... strange, the trust he’s showing you. It’s strange the trust you’re showing him.

This whole thing was just ... strange.

You remove your hand slowly and clear your throat.

“Couple more minutes and then we’ll close those wounds, okay?”

“Shisui” nods and you crack your neck before stretching and popping your back. Your muscles were starting to stiffen and you were feeling a little light headed from how tired you were. More than likely heaven compared to how the man across from you felt, but you knew you didn’t have much left in you before you needed to sleep.

Close the wounds. Make the antidote. Sleep. No, eat. No ... make sure the stranger eats. Where would he sleep? He definitely needed sleep. And healing sessions. Multiple doses of the antidote you’d need to make. After closing his wounds.

Fuck, your head hurt.

After another minute of you trying to collect your thoughts, and failing, you shut the water off and stand to grab a dry towel. Your head swims, just barely, making you inhale sharply - but it was over in less than a second and you’re sure “Shisui” wouldn’t notice.

“Are you alright?”

Ah. Observant little shit. And so polite. Gods, who was this guy?

“I’m fine.” you reply, handing him a dry towel. He needed new clothes, and you let him know you’ll be right back - needing to look for something that might fit him. He says nothing, eyeing you with a stern look that you ignore, and soon you’re back outside of the bathroom.

“Hey, I’ve got some pants for you. I’m gonna put them on the floor and close the door. I’ll wait here if you need help.”

There’s no answer and honestly, you weren’t expecting one. You toss the pair of sweats you found that belonged to your partner onto the tile and click your door shut, leaning against it and closing your eyes.

Close his wounds.

Make the antidote.

Easy.

It takes a moment for him to dry off and change but he does successfully and you open the door to him leaning against the counter, breathing hard. You don’t give him a chance to argue or glare at you before you’re sliding his arm over your shoulder again to escort him back to your living room. You ease him onto your couch, an old but comfortable thing, and lay him on his back. You pointedly look away from the blood all over your favorite arm chair and floor, deciding that all of that was a problem for future you. Who was hopefully less tired.

“I’m going to check on your wound that I packed earlier before stitching up the smaller ones. How are you feeling?”

Your question is met with silence and you sigh loudly, carefully peeling back the wet bandage on his side. “Shisui” grits his teeth as the cotton catches against his open skin and you immediately place a hand on his chest to steady him.

"Sorry - I’m out of pain meds. I can get you some tomorrow.” You pause and chew anxiously on your lips at the size of the laceration.

Gods, it was nasty.

“If you tell me how you’re feeling, I’ll get you the really good stuff.”

You’re met with a huff, something you’re coming to associate with a laugh, and can’t help but smile in response.

“Hand to the gods. It’ll knock you right out after making you feel like you’re floating.”

You’re inspecting the wound now, happy to note that it didn’t seem like it was infected. You’re still met with silence and bite your tongue, deciding not to push it. Admitting weakness was difficult for anyone, and impossible for a shinobi. You go to stand, needing stitches and a needle - and are visibly shocked when you hear him speak.

“Tired.”

You jerk back to his side, eyes darting from his face to his chest. Tired. Okay. That’s a start.

“Tired how?” you ask and he shifts his shoulders uncomfortably.

“Lightheaded. Drowsy, almost. Everything’s ... heavy.”

Very likely side effects from the poison along with chakra depletion. You nod along, categorizing his symptoms in your head, and move away to grab what you need to close his wounds.

“Okay, all of that is to be expected. Did you hit your head at all - any sharp pain or confusion?”

There’s a noise from behind you that you assume is a negative and you roll your eyes, coming back with stitches and a needle.

“You are extremely monosyllabic. Is that just with me or all of your friends?”

Another noise, this one lighter - he’s laughing again. It pulls a small smile from you as you bend over him, sanitizing your needle. “Shisui” watches your soft smile as intelligent eyes roved over his chest, soft and warm hands brushing against him. The needle piercing his skin around the gaping wound on his side is nothing compared to the way he felt hours ago and he’s able to distract himself from it as he watches you. Curious girl, potentially very stupid girl - healing and exposing herself to a stranger. There were so many times you had exposed your neck, turned your back, left yourself open for attack - and it’s stunning, the trust you’ve both built. He’s ready, if need be, to fight you - to disarm you and kill you if you made a cross move, but there’s no maliciousness coming from you. No intent to harm, you only wanted to help - and isn’t he lucky he broke into your house. He’d be close to passing out, close to dying, and you saved him.

The pressure in his chest is a feeling he doesn’t feel often.

He’s grateful.

Grateful for the curious girl stitching up his side while she murmurs softly - no doubt rambling again to distract him from the pain. Curious, stupid, kind girl - more worried about his comfort than her own safety. He closes his eyes for a beat, the exhaustion in his bones catching up with him, and idly thinks of his partner. He had tried to wait for him, to find him - but his own wounds proved to be more than what he could handle and he had to move on to find shelter. It had been hours and there was no sign of his teammate, which begged the question ...

Where the hell did he go?

Kisame was fucking pissed.

Wrathful.

Livid.

The rage he felt was all consuming and boiled just under his skin, making his fingers twitch with the need to kill. To main, to do harm - fuck, he was close to getting out of control.

Samehada was gone.

The fire burning through him was almost enough to distract him from the sheer exhaustion and pain he felt from the brutal fight he just escaped from. He was drenched too - and the snow slowly falling from the sky was making him colder than normal.

He couldn’t sense anything around him and his chakra levels were low, lower than they’d been in a long time. He’d lost track of Itachi during the fight - it was an ambush from hell. Teams of higher ups, black ops - Kisame remembers seeing different headbands; which meant villages coming together to try and take them both out.

Honestly, their efforts were valiant and the teamwork was almost heartwarming.

But still futile.

And now ... now, Samehada was gone and Itachi was missing and Kisame was in a bad way. An extremely bad way. He wasn’t healing like normal - no doubt due to the weird black spider webbing he saw pulsing from the wound on his arm.

Poison was such a bitch.

Gods, Kisame was so pissed off. He was bleeding, actively bleeding out, and his vision was blurring. He couldn’t track down Samehada like this, he needed to find shelter. Or Itachi. Where the fuck had his partner disappeared to? Fuck, his levels were low. When was the last time he was in this bad of shape?

Kisame trudged on, footsteps heavy in the snow. He doesn’t have a destination in mind, he just needed somewhere to rest. Somewhere safe - he was pretty sure him and the Uchiha had taken care of everyone from the ambush but an operation like that required planning. Back ups. Surely there would be more shinobi and Kisame was in no condition to meet them.

He walks for awhile, mind groggy, when his eyes widen in shock.

That smell ...

Itachi.

His partner’s blood swirled in his nose, the scent catching his attention immediately. It was old, but close, and Kisame turns - following the scent until he can see the trail of blood with his own two eyes, Itachi’s footsteps right next to them. Kisame walks along, covering their tracks, and trying to keep his vision straight.

Keep going. Keep going.

He followed in Itachi’s footsteps, stomach churning at how easy it was to track his partner’s trail. To be this obvious, for him to not cover his footsteps...

Fuck, what kind of condition was Itachi in?

He stumbles along, struggling to remain upright while covering up their footsteps and the blood. It takes longer than it should and Kisame knows he needs to find a flat surface to black out on - like now. His vision was swimming and delirious thoughts were taking a hold of him when he finds a small house. He can feel Itachi’s faint chakra signature inside, gods his partner was practically running on empty - right next to another faint, warm signature. Kisame isn’t thinking straight enough to care about the obvious stranger danger and stutters to a stop right outside of the house, head throbbing and body going limp. He laughs out loud and thinks about knocking - isn’t that the polite thing to do? - before his eyes roll and he rocks forward, blacking out before he can even hit the ground.

When he wakes his head hurts so badly he decides opening his eyes is a terrible idea. There’s noise around him; movement, voices - Itachi. And someone else, someone raspier. A woman, maybe. He turns his head and tries to focus, but fuck - the drums in his eardrums are deafening. They’re pounding up a storm behind his skull and he thinks he might vomit.

“Holy shit, he’s awake. Gods, you two are resilient.”

Okay, yeah, that was definitely not his partner’s voice. Definitely a woman.

What the fuck was Itachi doing with a woman?

He feels something cool on his forehead and for a second it feels like heaven. In that second, he thinks he could marry whoever the woman pressing cold nirvana against his skin was - and he wants to open his eyes but the cold rag against his skin moves down to cover the upper half of his face. Fuck, it feels so good - so good that he forgets in that second that he’s a shinobi in a comprising position with an unnamed person.

“Hey there big guy. I need you to listen to me, okay? You’re about as bad off as your, uh, partner over here - and I don’t have enough stuff here for both of you. Um, Shisui tells me that you heal faster than most and that you’ll be okay if I leave but you’re gonna hurt in the meantime. I’ve got your wounds closed to the best of my abilities right now, but you cannot move. I’ll be back in an hour or two. Can you tap your thigh if you understand?”

What the fuck was going on?

Kisame thinks he might still be delirious but ...

Gods, your voice - raspy, sweet; there was a kindness to it that’s foreign to him and Kisame has to really wonder if this was real or not. You were floating on the edge of his awareness and he reaches out with what’s left of his senses, moving past your chakra signature to feel Itachi’s. His partner was there, alive, and didn’t seen agitated. Shisui, huh? What a shitty cover name. It’s almost funny.

There was no fight or flight response that he could feel - Itachi seemed ... calm. Drained. There was a silent acceptance that surrounded him, something Kisame knew wouldn’t be there if they were in any kind of danger.

So Kisame would accept this. For now.

He taps his fingers against his thighs, the burn from his wounds shooting up his arm. There’s more talking, more sound coming from that sweet rasp but the dark is calling to him again and he finds that he’s still too tired to resist it.

The last thing he registers is a hand on his forehead and how weird it feels - to be touched by someone who wasn’t trying to kill him.

[cardest]

Halloween playlist

Halloween playlist By Cardest October is my favorite time of the year! Here is 300 songs or so I put together I think will make your Halloween rock! 001 The Misfits - Scream! 002 Alice Cooper - The Nightmare Returns 003 Acid Witch - I'm Back (Sorcery cover) 004 John Carpenter\Alan Howarth -  Halloween Theme 005 King Diamond -  Halloween 006 Ghost - Mummy Dust 007 Jerry Goldsmith The Omen OST - Ave Satani 008 Fantomas - Der Golem 009 Doyle -  Cemeterysexxx 010 Mastodon -  Halloween  (Instrumental) 011 Cramps -  Human Fly 012 Fright Night Soundtrack - Armies Of The Night 013 Shooting Guns - [Wolfcop Soundtrack - Wulver 014 Oingo Boingo - Dead Man's Party 015 Type O Negative -  Halloween In Heaven 016 Phantasm  OST - Funeral organ-dwarf in hearse 017 Grave Robber -  Skeletons 018 John Carpenter -  Theme from "The Fog" 019 45 Grave -  Night Of The Demons 020 The Birthday Massacre -  Horror Show 021 Bernard Herrmann - Psycho (theme) 022 The Misfits - Friday the 13th 023 Blood Ceremony -  Coven Tree 024 Goblin - Profondo Rosso 025 October 31 - The House Where Evil Dwells 026 Michael Jackson -  Thriller 027 Bobby 'Boris' Pickett & The Crypt Kickers - Monster Mash 028 Ministry -  Every Day Is Halloween 029 Sleepy Hollow movie Theme 030 The Damned - Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde 031 October 31 - The house where evil dwells 032 Rigor Mortis - poltergeist 033 Necrophagia -  Reborn through Black Mass 034 Fantomas - Rosemary's Baby 035 Pseudo Echo - His Eyes (from the Friday the 13th V OST) 036 Misfits -  Dig Up Her Bones 037 Sigh -  Graveward 038 Christian Death - Church of no return 039 The Rocky Horror Picture Show -  Over At The Frankenstein Place 040 With The Dead -  Nephthys 041 David Bowie- Scary Monsters (And super creeps) 042 Early Man - Creature From The Black Lagoon 043 Hellbound Hellraiser 2 Theme 044 Rob Zombie - Dragula 045 Misfits - Night of the Living dead 046 Ramones - Pet Semetary 047 Roky Erickson - I walked with a zombie 048 Blue Oyster Cult -  Don't (fear the reaper) 049 The Munsters TV show theme 050 Slayer -  Necrophobic 051 Type O Negative - Wolf Moon (Including Zoanthropic Paranoia) 052 The 69 Eyes -  Lost Boys 053 The Vision Bleak -  The Night Of The Living Dead 054 The Devil's Blood -  I'll Be Your Ghost 055 Ghost B.C. -  Ghuleh / Zombie Queen 056 Voltaire -  Brains! 057 The Shrine -  Tripping Corpse 058 Zig Zags -  The Fog 059 Doyle -  Land of the Dead 060 Danzig - On A Wicked Night 061 Fantomas - One Step Beyond 062 Siouxsie And The Banshees - Dear Prudence 063 The Misfits -  Nightmare on Elm Street 064 Warren Zevon -  Werewolves Of London 065 The Cramps - Creature From The Black Leather Lagoon 066 King Diamond -  Trick Or Treat 067 Arcturus -  To Thou Who Dwellest in the Night 068 Deicide - Dead But Dreaming 069 Zombie Ghost Train - R.I.P 070 American Horror Story - Theme Song 071 Antonius Rex - Necromancer 072 THE WOLFGANGS - Cannibal Family 073 THE TWILIGHT ZONE THEME 074 Queens Of The Stone Age -  Burn The Witch 075 The Hellfreaks - Boogieman 076 Ghoultown - Drink With The Living Dead 077 Fantomas - Experiment In Terror 078 Coil - Main Title (Unreleased Hellraiser Theme) 079 Autopsy -  Skull Grinder 080 Beastmaker - Eyes Are Watching 081 S.O.D. - Freddy Krueger 082 Christopher Lennertz - And So It Begins Supernatural OST 083 Xandria -Vampire 084 Slayer -  Ghosts Of War085 085 With The Dead -  Living With The Dead 086 Devil Master -  Listen, Sweet Demons... 087 G Tom Mac - Cry LIttle Sister 088 Celtic Frost - The Usurper 089 The Moving Sidewalks - Crimson Witch 090 Electric Wizard - Black Mass 091 Return Of The Living Dead Theme 092 Carcass - The Master Butcher's Apron 093 Cedell Davis - She's Got the Devil in Her 094 Zombi OST  - Zombie Vs Shark 095 Rob Zombie -  House of 1000 Corpses 096 Calabrese - Vampires Don't Exist 097 Dario Argento's LA TERZA MADRE - Main Theme by Claudio Simonetti 098 The Damned - Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde 099 Danzig -  Bodies 100 Slayer - Postmortem 101 Fantomas -  The Omen (Ave Satani) 102 Cannibal Corpse - The Cryptic Stench 103 The Vampires of Dartmoore - Hallo, mister Hitchcock 104 45 Grave -  Party Time 105 Coffins -  Decapitated Crawl 106 The Misfits -  Them 107 Talking Heads - Psycho Killer 108 Denial Of God - The Curse Of The Witch 109 Lucio Fulci's Zombie Theme 110 Anthrax - Bordello Of Blood (Tales From The Crypt) 111 Iron Maiden - Phantom Of The Opera 112 The Exorcist Theme 113 Demented Are Go -  Hotrod Vampires 114 The Creepshow - Zombies Ate Her Brain 115 Tenebre (Main Title) by Goblin 116 Voltaire - Zombie Prostitute 117 HorrorPops - [Bring It On! #09] Walk Like A Zombie 118 Death  - Open Casket 119 Friday The 13th Original Theme Song 120 Wesley Willis - Vampire Bat 121 The Cult - The Witch 122 Dracula (1931) Theme Bela Lugosi 123 Slayer - Live Undead 124 Re-Animator Theme 125 Ray Parker Jnr - Ghostbusters 126 Megadeth - The Conjuring 127 Santana - Black Magic Woman 128 The Who - Boris The Spider 129 Entombed -  Evilyn 130 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds -  Red Right Hand 131 Twisted Sister -  Burn In Hell 132 The Edgar Winter Group - Frankenstein 133 Electric Wizard -  Dunwich 134 Danzig - Skin Carver 135 King Diamond - Them 136 Salems Lot Theme 137 Dio -  Dream Evil 138 Tenacious D -  Beelzeboss 139 Dokken -  dream warrior 140 The Doors -  The Ghost Song 141 Saint Vitus - White Magic/Black Magic 142 The Vampires of Dartmoore -  Crime and Horror 143 Fantomas -  Spider Baby 144 Rockwell - Somebody's Watching Me 145 Samhain -  Halloween II 146 Blue Oyster Cult - Godzilla 147 The Five Blobs - The Blob 148 Rob Zombie - Superbeast 149 The Cramps - Big Black Witchcraft Rock 150 Phantasm Theme Song 151 The Addams Family TV theme song 152 Slayer - Black Magic 153 Necrophagia -  Rue Morgue Disciple 154 Bastard Priest -  Ghouls Of The Endless Night 155 Ennio Morricone - The Thing (theme) 156 The Vision Bleak - The Wood Hag 157 Soulfly -  Cannibal Holocaust 158 Creepshow 2  - Original Theme Music 159 Dracula theme - Bram Stoker's Dracula theme 160 Monster Magnet -  19 Witches 161 Blood Ceremony -  My Demon Brother 162 Janet Jackson - Black Cat 163 Cramps -  I Was A Teenage Werewolf 164 Nosferatu - A Symphony of Horror 165 The Evil Dead - Pencil It In 166 White Zombie - Cosmic Monsters Inc. 167 Fred Schneider - Monster 168 Men At Work - Dr. Heckyll & Mr. Jive 169 Cathedral -  Hopkins (The Witchfinder General) 170 Thomas Dolby - She Blinded Me With Science 171 A Nightmare on Elm Street - Theme Song 172 The Misfits -  Halloween II 173 The Guess Who - Clap for the Wolfman 174 Inter Arma -  Scarecrow 175 Royal Thunder -  Sleeping Witch 176 Slayer - Spirit in Black 177 Yoga -  Flying Witch 178 Down - Witchtripper 179 Witchcraft -  Ghosts House 180 Serge Gainsbourg -  Docteur Jekyll et monsieur Hyde 181 Danny Elfman - [Sleepy Hollow OST] Into The Woods (The Witch) 182 Deicide - Dead by Dawn 183 Elm Street - Elm St's Children 184 Acid Witch -  Trick or Treat 185 Satyricon -  Black Crow On A Tombstone 186 Possessed - The excorcist 187 Electric Wizard - Satanic Rites Of Dracula 188 Concrete Blonde - Bloodletting (The Vampire Song) 189 Predator Soundtrack - Main Title 190 Kryst The Conqueror - Doctor Phibes Rises Again 191 Ministry -  Every Day is Halloween (remix) 192 Megadeth - Devils Island 193 The Misfits - From Hell They Came 194 Devil Master - Black Flame Candle 195 Soiuxee and the Banshees - Fear (Of The Unknown) 196 Cradle of Filth -  Her Ghost in the Fog 197 Goblin - Witch (Suspiria Soundtrack) 198 Cliff Richard - Devil Woman 199 NIN - Dead Souls (From The Crow Soundtrack) 200 Alice Cooper - Teenage Frankenstein 201 Misfits -  Cold in Hell 202 John Carpenter - Halloween 2019 Theme (Main Title) 203 The Damned - Grimly feindish 204 Slayer -  At Dawn They Sleep 205 Atrium - Doctor Jekyll 206 Serge Gainsbourg - Docteur Jekyll et monsieur Hyde 207 Darkthrone -  Graveyard Slut 208 Faith No More -  Zombie Eaters 209 Candlemass - Demons Gate 210 Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's Dead 211 Rigor Mortis -  Vampire 212 Rob Zombie -  In The Age Of The Consegrated Vampire We All Get High 213 BLOODY HAMMERS -  Witch Of Endor 214 Ghost -  Spirit 215 Autopsy -  Tourniquets, Hacksaws And Graves 216 Alice Cooper - Keepin' Halloween Alive 217 Old Man's Child - Return Of The Night Creatures 218 Black Sabbath -  Black Moon 219 The Misfits - Walk Among Us 220 Early Man -  Frankenstein: I'm Dead Alive 221 Ghoul - Dungeon Bastards 222 Slayer -  Spill The Blood 223 Carcass -  Corporal Jigsore Quandary 224 Over Kill - playing with spiders/ skullcrusher 225 Frankie Stein And His Ghouls - Elbow Twist 226 Mercyful Fate -  Black Masses 227 The Elm Street Group - Do The Freddy 228 Instant Funk - Witch Doctor 229 Cathedral -  Tombs Of The Blind Dead 230 Celtic Frost - Necromantical Screams 231 Grave Digger -  Witch Hunter 232 Basil Kirchin - Dr Phibes' Theme 233 Necrophagia -  Coffins 234 The Misfits -  Monster Mash 235 The Vision Bleak - Witching Hour 236 The Vision Bleak -  A Witch Is Born 237 Megadeth - Last rites/loved to death 238 Overkill -  Frankenstein 239 Dave Edmunds - The Creature from the Black Lagoon 240 Death - Zombie Ritual 241 John Fogerty - Eye Of The Zombie 242 Nunslaughter - Ouija 243 Main Title (Stephen King's IT) 244 Goblin -  Zombi 245 White Zombie -  I, zombie 246 XTC - Ballad Of Peter Pumpkinhead 247 Misfits -  Green Hell 248 Autopsy - Embalmed 249 Slayer - Haunting The Chapel 250 The Devin Townsend Band -  Vampira 251 The Frantics - Werewolf 252 Black Sabbath OST by Les Baxter - Main theme 253 Slasher Dave - Moldy coffins 254 Morricone Youth's Night of the Living Dead - Driveway to the cemetary 255 Bob McFadden - The Mummy 256 Screaming Jay Hawkins - I put a spell on you 257 Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams 258 Buddy Haydock & The Boppers - The Raven 259 Helloween - Halloween 260 The Ghastly Ones -  Draculon (with intro) 261 Echo & the Bunnymen - People are strange 262 Exhumed - Slaughter maniac 263 Nightmare Before Christmas OST - This is Halloween 264 Cerrone - Supernature 265 The Specials - Ghost town 266 The Cramps - Surfin' dead 267 David Bowie's Labyrinth OST - Magic dance 268 Lalo Schifrin Abominable OST - maine title 269 The Castle Kings - You can get him Frankenstein 270 Ozzy Osbourne - Bark at the moon 271 The Grave Mistakes -  Dig your own grave 272 Demons 2 OST -  Videomix 273 Wolfmen of Mars -  Mouth like Piranha 274 Entrails - The cemetary horrors 275 Obituary - Blood soaked 276 Cannibis Corpse - Mummified in bong water 277 Dawn of the Dead OST -  theme song 278 Exodus - Piranha 279 Danny Elfmann's Nightbreed OST - end credits 280 Rigor Mortis - Wizard of gore 281 Ancient Order of the Droids -  Torus 282 The Damned - Black is the night 283 Angry Birds Seasons Halloween - Haunted Hogs Theme 284 Dunwich Horror OST by Les Baxter - Black mass 285 Chopping Mall OST -  movie theme 286 The Simpsons Tree House of Horror - Halloween Special theme 287 The B-52's  - Devil in my car 288 Cannibal Corpse - Beyond the cemetary 289 Sturgil Simpson - The Dead Don't Die 290 Chained to the Dead - Beheaded by Berrymen 291 Sisters of Mercy - This corrosion 292 Exhumed - Defenders of the grave 293 The Cure - The forest 294 Book of Love - Witchcraft 295 Alice Cooper - Welcome to my Nightmare 296 TSOL - Wash away 297 Death  - Born Dead 298 Scooby Dooby Do  TV Show - theme song 299 Dead Vampires - The Day after Halloween 300 Danny Elfmann's Beetlejuice - main title 666 ACID WITCH -  I Hate Halloween 999 Misfits - Halloween 

[quietschart]

David Carson

Another big influence, for this project your can draw shape and line from his works. His current collage stuff is great and really playful and his work for NIN was my intro to his work which has a great glitchy and machine like quality to it. I’m interested in his work due to his playfulness with typography, shapes and lines and I like the punky deconstruction of the image.  I read an article by him talking about his dislike of current trends with grids and contemporary designers who are too rigid.

Nine Inch Nails -

The Fragile

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Cover

Carson, D. (2020). [online] Rawquality.com. Available at: http://dcd.rawquality.com/img/mini/newbook1.jpg [Accessed 1 Oct. 2020].

Adams, L. (2020).

Client 5

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Carson, D. (2020a).

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. [online] Rawquality.com. Available at: http://dcd.rawquality.com/img/mini/ss110702_.jpg [Accessed 1 Oct. 2020].

NIN With Teeth poster by David Carson

ELKIN, M. (2020).

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. [online] Blogspot.com. Available at: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42zoO1wB-yk/STyqNtVotRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RR2J1MFfYQQ/s1600/psp411_com-mods-561-1.jpg [Accessed 1 Oct. 2020].

[spy-in-the-house]

WOODY McBRIDE aka DJ ESP

[ Communiqué Records | Experimental | Drop Bass Network | Generator Records | Synewave New York | Analog Records | Head In The Clouds | Sounds | Bush Records | Ovum Recordings | Kompute Musik | NovaMute UK | White Noise | Nocturbulous Records, Bismarck/ Minneapolis USA ]

Brief bio of a DJ: American Techno and Acid Icon DJ ESP aka Woody McBride is in the mix. With releases and remixes on Dave Clarke's White Noise, Josh Wink's Ovum, Eric Powell's Bush, Fat Boy Slim's Skint, Novamute, Acid Tracks, Drop Bass Network and dozens of other labels … keep readin’ more!

without the past … there’s no phuture … these alltime top50 faves in no particular order

01 THE ORB: Toxygene [ Island Records PR12 7432-1 US Promo-12” | 1997 + the whole rest of The Orb catalog! ] 02 APHEX TWIN [RICHARD DAVID JAMES ]: Didgeridoo _ Aboriginal Mix [ A-side from "Analog Bubblebath Vol 2" Rabbit City Records CUT-002 UK WL-12” | 1991 ] 03 WOODY McBRIDE: Onda [ A2-track from "ESPHS03" Xpdigiflex.rec ESPHS-003 FRA 12” | 2008 ] 04 HENRIK B [HENRIK GUSTAV BERNTSSON]: Untitled [ 3 tracks on "Stuntman EP" Corb CORB 1208 SWE 12” | 2000 ] 05 ESP WOODY McBRIDE ft. K JUSTIN J: Everything Under The Sun _ Original Mix [ A-side from Bush 2021 UK 12” | 2003 ] 06 DAVE TIPPER: Neuron Huskie [ Track 8 from "Broken Soul Jamboree" Tippermusic TIPP-004C US CD | 2010 ] 07 THE ADVENT [CISCO FERREIRA & COLIN McBEAN]: In Search [ A-side from "Motor EP" Kombination Research KR-008 UK 12” | 1999 ] 08 ESP [WOODY McBRIDE]: Low. [ Synewave SW-009 US 12” | 1995 ] 09 RICK JAMES: You And I [ A2-track from "Come Get It!" Gordy G7-981R1 US LP | 1978 ] 10 ESP WOODY McBRIDE: Huge [ A-side from "Huge / Stinger" Bush-2005 UK 12” | 2002 ] 11 SLIGHTLY STOOPID: Come Around [ C3-track from "Meanwhile...Back At The Lab" Stoopid Records SR-011LP US 2x12” | 2015 ] 12 ESSIT MUZIQUE [ERIK VAN DEN BROEK]: Essit Musique [ A-side from "Whoo Part Twoo" Dance Arena Productions DAP-005 NL 12” | 1994 ] 13 WOODY McBRIDE: 13 Drive _ DJ ESP Mix [ Communiqué US unreleased Track | 2016 ] 14 [RANDY] BACHMANN [C.F.] TURNER OVERDRIVE: You Aint Seen Nothing Yet [ Mercury 73622 US 7” | 1974 ] 15 JAY LUMEN [CSABA LUMNITZER]: Inside [ Footwork Audio FW008 HUN 12” | 2018 ] 16 WOODY McBRIDE: Tell it like It Is [ White Noise WHITE NOISE-002 EU 12” | 2008 ] 17 ZOMBIE ZOO [JOCHEN WESER & UWE TAUBERT]: Disco Shit [ Amused Records AMR-012 GER 12” | 2007 ] 18 40 THIEVES [COREY BLACK, JAY WILLIAMS, LAYNE FOX, SUSAN LANGAN, TRAVIS KIRSCHBAUM]: Don’t Turn It Off _ Brennen Green Mix [ A-side from "Don't Turn It Off" Chinatown Records SCIFI-004 US 12” | 2009 ] 19 SONIC BOOM [PETE KEMBER]: Ecstacy In Slow Motion [ A-side from "Drone Dream E.P." Sympathy For The Record Industry SFTRI-075 US 7” | 1993 ] 20 NICK CURLY: Cozumel [ B-side from "Azylum EP" Cécille Records CEC-019 GER 12” | 2011 ] 21 JUDAS PRIEST [JOHN PERRY, BRUNO STAPENHILL, JOHN PARTRIDGE, ALAN ATKINS]: The Helion/Electric Eye [ Song 1 from "Live 1988" CDr/Album, Unofficial Release YUG | undated ] 22 ROLLING STONES: Dance _Instrumental [ B-side from "If I Was A Dancer (Dance Pt. 2)" Rolling Stones Records DMD-253 US 12” | 1981 ] 23 ADAMSKI [ADAM TINLEY]: Liveanddirect [ MCA Records MCA-6454 US Album/LP | 1989 ] 24 RHYTHM & SOUND [MARK ERNESTUS & MORITZ VON OSWALD]: Collection [ Rhythm & Sound RSD-1 / Hard Wax GER CD | 2001 ] 25 DJ HYPE [KEVIN ELLIOT FORD]: Peace, Love & Unity [ A-side from "Peace Love & Unity / And Remember Folks" True Playaz TPR-001 UK 12” | 1996 ] 26 ENRICO SANGIULIANO: Moon Rocks [ Drumcode DC-160 SWE 12” | 2016 ]   27 DJ ESP WOODY McBRIDE: Put A Smile On Your Face (And Live Life Like There’s No Tomorrow) [ B1-track from "I Love Acid!" Aciiieeed!-003 GER 12” | 2005 ] 28 ALAN FITZPATRICK: For An Endless Night _ Jel Ford Remix [ A-side from Drumcode DC-140 ss-12” | 2015 ] 29 BLONDIE [CHRIS STEIN, DEBBIE HARRY, CLEM BURKE, JIMMY DESTRI]: Rapture _ Long Version [ A-side from "Rapture" Chrysalis CHS-025-PDJ US 12” | 1981 ] 30 DJ ESP WOODY McBRIDE: All Night Rager [ Communiqué US unreleased Track | undated ] 31 BRICK [AMBRIC BRIDGEFORTH JR., DONALD NEVINS, EDDIE IRONS, JIMMY "LORD" BROWN, RRAY RANSOM, REGI HARGIS]: Dazz [ A-side from "Dazz / Music Matic" Bang Records B-727 DISCO / Atlantic US 12” | 1976 ] 32 THE MAGICIAN  [STEPHEN FASANO] feat. YEARS & YEARS [Emre Turkmen, Michael Goldsworthy, Olly Alexander]: Sunlight [ Potion POT-001 NL 12” | 2014 ] 33 THE PROTOTYPES [CHRIS GARVEY & NICK WHITE]: Pale Blue Dot [ A-side from "Pale Blue Dot / Humanoid" Viper Recordings VPR-058V UK 12” | 2015 ] 34 BILLY STEWART [WILLIAM LARRY STEWART]: Summertime [ A-side from "Summertime / To Love To Love" Chess-1966 / MCA Records US 7” | 1966 ] 35 THE PSYCHEDELIC FURS [TIM & RICHARD BUTLER]: Dumb Waiters [ A-Side from "Dumb Waiters" CBS/Columbia CBS-A1166 UK 7”+ Flexi-disc-7" | 1981 ] 36 DJ ESP: Picnic In The Park [ A-side from "Genius Of Fun E.P." A3C0I3D Tracks AT-002 GER 12” | 2001 ] 37 BLUES BROTHERS [ JOHN BELUSHI & DAN AYKROYD]: Rubber Biscuit [ A-side from Atlantic-3564 US 7” | 1978 ] 38 BOMBINO [GOUMOUR ALMOCTAR]: Tar Hani (My Love) [ A2-song from "Agadez" Cumbancha Discovery CMB-LP-072 US Album/LP | 2011 ] 39 WOODS [G. LUCAS CRANE, JARVIS TAVENIERE, JEREMY EARL]: With Light And With Love [ Woodsist WOODSIST-072 US Album/LP | 2014 ] 40 RUN WESTY RUN [R.W.R.]: Run Westy Run [ B6-song from SST Records SST-199 US Album/LP | 1988 ] 41 BROTHERS JOHNSON [GEORGE & LOUIS JOHNSON]: Stomp! [ B-side from A&M Records SP-17111 US Promo-12” | 1980 ] 42 ALEXI DELANO: Love To Adria _ Woody McBride Mix [ A1-track from "V.A. Submissions 11" SubmissionsSUB-011 UK12” | 2006 ] 43 HECTOR LAVOE [HéCTOR JUAN PéREZ MARTíNEZ]: Periodico De Ayer [ A3-song from "De Ti Depende" Fania Records JM-00492 US Album/LP | 1976 ] 44 TECHNOTRONIC [THE PRO 24's] feat. FELLY: Pump Up The Jam _ Jam Edit Mix [ B2-track from ARS Records ARS-3740 BEL 12” | 1989 ] 45 NINE INCH NAILS [TRENT REZNOR & ATTICUS ROSS]: Everyday Is Exactly The Same [ Track 6 from "With Teeth" (NIN – HALO_19) Nothing Records B0004553-02 US CD | 2005 ] 46 JOHNNY VICIOUS [JOHN COLES]: Frozen Bass Vol 1 [ Vicious Muzik Records JV-002 US 12” | 1991 ] 47 ASH: Sunboogie [ Cellophan PHAN-L 001/ Linear GER 12” | 1998 ] 48 THE STREETS [MICHAEL GEOFFREY SKINNER]: Original Pirate Material [ Atlantic 93181-1 / Vice Records 93181-1 US 2x12” / Album | 2002 ] 49 MOVING FUSION [DAN SPARHAM & JEFF LANGTON]: Turbulance [ RAM Records RAMM-021 UK ss-12” | 1998 ] 50 ECHO & THE BUNNYMEN [IAN McCULLOCH, WILL SERGEANT, LES PATTINSON, PETE DE FREITAS]: Villiers Terrace [ B3-song from "Seven Seas 'Life At Brian's - Lean And Hungry'" Korova KOW 35T / WEA 249320-0 UK 12” | 1984 ] #woodymcbride #djesp #bookmarks: FACEBOOK | FB ARTIST | INSTAGRAM | WOODY McBRIDE | DJ ESP SOUNDCLOUD  |  BEATPORT  |  RA  |  RA-EXCHANGE  (podcast) YOUTUBE  |  COMMUNIQUÉ RECORDS | DROP BASS NETWORK

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[uzaydanhaberler]

ESO 137-001'İ SOYMAK Spiral galaksi ESO 137-001, aşağı yukarı 220 milyon ışık yılı uzakta, dev galaksi kümesi Abell 3627’nin içinde hızla ilerliyor. Uzak galaksi, bu renkli Hubble/Chandra kompozit görüntüsünde, güney takımyıldızı Güney Üçgeni (Triangulum Australe) yönünde, Samanyolu’nun yıldızlarından bir ön planın arasından görülüyor. Spiral saatte neredeyse 7 milyon kilometre hızla giderken kümenin kendi sıcak, ince küme içi ortamıyla çarpışma basıncı galaksinin kütle çekimine üstün gelip gaz ve tozlarını soyuyor. Hubble’ın yakın görünür ışık verilerinde belirgin olduğu gibi, geriden gelen kısa ve mavi çizgiler boyunca soyulan maddelerde parlak yıldız kümeleri oluşmuş. Chandra’nın X-ışın verileri, sağ alta doğru 400,000 ışık yılından daha fazla uzanan dağınık, mavi kuyrukları, soyulmuş, sıcak gazların muazzam boyutlarını gösteriyor. Önemli miktarda toz ve gaz kaybı, bu galaksi için yeni yıldız oluşumlarını zorlaştıracak. Karede ESO 137-001’in hemen sağında, yıldız oluşturan tozlardan ve gazlardan mahrum sarımsı bir eliptik galaksi de bulunuyor. Görsel: NASA, ESA, CXC #apod #nasa #sky #space #astronomy #science #repost #gökyüzü #astronomi #uzay #bilim #uzaydanhaberler

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                   THE  CORALINE  JONES  INSPO  ANTHOLOGY .

          POETRY . 001 .  i  know  why  the  caged  bird  sings   /   maya  angelou . 002 .  siren  song   /   margaret  atwood . 003 .  march  elegy   /   anna  akhmatova . 004 .  fairy  song   /   louisa  may  alcott . 005 .  the  owls   /   charles  baudelaire . 006 .  fall ,  leaves ,  fall   /   emily  bronte . 007 .  you  are  tired ,  i  think   /   e . e.  cummings . 008 .  poem  for  people  who  are  understandably  too  busy  to  read  poetry   /   stephen  dunn . 009 .  we  astronomers   /   rebecca  elson . 010 .  often  i  am  permitted  to  return  to  a  meadow   /   robert  frost . 011 .  landing  under  water  /  annie  finch . 012 .  absence   /   elizabeth  jennings . 013 .  5 . 7   /   sheema  kalbassi . 014 .  la  belle  dame  sans  merci   /   john  keats . 015 .  risk   /   anais  nin . 016 .  a  dream  within  a  dream   /   edgar  allen  poe . 017 .  mad  girl’s  love  song  /  metaphors   /   sylvia  plath . 018 .  the  woods  at  night  /  blue   /   may  swenson . 019 .  a  proud  lady   /   elinor  wylie .

          FICTION . 001 .  to  the  lighthouse   /   margaret  atwood . 002 .  the  damned  thing   /   ambrose  bierce . 003 .  the  willows   /   algernon  blackwood . 004 .  alice’s  adventures  in  wonderland   /   lewis  carroll . 005 .  the  story  of  an  hour   /   kate  chopin . 006 .  the  yellow  wallpaper   /   charlotte  perkins  gilman . 007 .  the  color  out  of  space   /   h .  p .  lovecraft . 008 .  wittgenstein’s  mistress   /   david  markson . 009 .  the  fall  of  the  house  of  usher   /   edgar  allan  poe .

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[mehmetkali]

EASA, A350-1000’in daha ağır versiyonunu onayladı http://ift.tt/2lHfv1m

Avrupa’nın hava taşımacılığı güvenlik düzenleyicisi, Airbus A350-1000’nin daha ağır bir versiyonunu onayladı.

1000 serisi, 21 Kasım’daki temel olan 308t maksimum kalkış ağırlığı ile onaylanmıştı.

Ancak Avrupa Havacılık Güvenliği Ajansı, onay belgesini, Rolls-Royce Trent XWB güç twinjet’in 311t sürümünü içerecek şekilde güncelledi.

Yüksek performanslı uçağın 001 ağırlık varyantı , maksimum iniş ağırlığı ( maximum landing weight ) 236t ve maksimum yakıtsız boş ağırlığı ( maximum zero-fuel weight ) 223t’dir.

Airbus, geçen sene A350-1000 modelinin 311t versiyonunu sunacağını açıkladı ancak uçaklarla ilgili belgelerine kısaca 316t versiyonu olarak ima etmişti.

Qatar Airways , ilk A350-1000 teslimatını gerçekleştirecek ancak geçen yıl yapılması planlanan teslimat ertelenmişti.

from Aeroportist I Güncel Havacılık Haberleri http://ift.tt/2A8JTpX via IFTTT