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Friday 29 September Mixtape 378 “Garden of Echoes EXCLUSIVE” Retro Space Electronic Idm Wednesdays, Fridays & Sundays. Support the artists and labels. Don't forget to tip so future shows can bloom.

Herbstlaub-Schneeflockengleich 00:31

Chris Prine-Rain Consuming 04:17

Hawke-Garden Of Your Mind - Bluetech’s Mountain High Mix 08:17

Metamatics-Vocodor Odour 15:52

Higher Intelligence Agency-Re-echo 22:19

AFX-Laricheard 28:11

Qeshi-Schem 30:24

Xploding Plastix-Sports, Not Heavy Crime 36:32

Norwell-Circulated 41:26

Sick Robot-Core Level 46:45

Harvey Sutherland-Time On My Side 52:32

Julien Mier-In Your Iris 58:24

Hoavi-Can't explain 1:02:12

Frequency Control Centre-Ventral Tegmental 1:07:23

Felix Laband-Sqeeze The Trigger 1:13:29

The Metamorph-Flesh & Steel 1:21:46

Plod-Aptaxi 1:24:36

The Metamorph-We Are Tonytronic 1:27:33

CV Vision-Insolita 1:29:28

Chris Prine-The Effort 1:32:02

Futuregrapher-Dagur 1:35:50

Esselfortium-Knipling Pin 1:39:52

[mixamorphosis]

Blog post and linked up tracklist [HERE].

Tracklist

1. Sly One - Come To Mine (Shifting Peaks) 2. Angelo Montesu - Flute On (Unknown Label) 3. Deetron - Can't Love You Know More (Music Man Records) 4. Francis Inferno Orchestra - Amber Express (Drumpoet) 5. Jon Charnis - Prophecy (Innervisions) 6. Black Merlin - 22:05 (World Unknown) 7. The Coober Pedy University Band - Moon Plain (Soft Rocks Acperience) (Kinfolk) 8. Konstantin Sibold - Madeleine (Innervisions) 9. Norwell - Expose (Applescal Remix) (Box Records) 10. DJ Tennis ft. Pillowtalk - The Outcast (Kompakt) 11. Kepikei - Nevermind The XXX (Sonic District) 12. Coma - My Orbit (Dauwd Mix) (Kompakt) 13. Morphosis - Wild In Captivity (Delsin / M>O>S) 14. Andy Blake - Haunted Mechanism (World Unknown)

Download available via [HEARTHIS]

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Norwell Roberts, the first black pig of london https://aalbc.com/tc/profile/6477-richardmurray/?status=2208&type=status #rmaalbc

[clancarruthers]

ELIZABETH-BETSY-VAIL CARRUTHERS CCIS

Elizabeth Vail Carruthers (Betsy)1933 – 2022 Elizabeth Vail Carruthers (Betsy), 89, passed away Sunday, November 20, 2022, inYork, Maine. She was born August 18, 1933, in Windsor, Ontario, to Joseph and NatalieCarruthers. She is predeceased by her beloved husband of 42 years, John B.Pendleton, who died on September 26, 2022. Betsy was raised in Winchester and Norwell, MA, and maintained a special…

[sarcophagid]

mark of cain

[ithawua]

If we met under different circumstances

[kdpds097]

Sketches

[sycoraxophone]

toxic doomed llama yaoi when wholesome eternal coat weasel yaoi comes at them

[akuma-tenshi]

best friend and i have been talking about these three nonstop which culminated in this interaction

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White nights

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[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

NSFT Alphabet: Nathaniel Norwell/Witch Hunt

Characterization is based on the art of @/ithawua (this art is from them)

Screaming god man oh MAAAAAAAAAAN tw: a lot of religious themes

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The irony is I want to say yes and very much no. Listen, this was a moment of weakness for the hunter. One he finds himself often falling for with you. Aftercare is a tool, one he barely uses and one that can barely be called aftercare. He only touches you post sex to ensure what he used isn't broken, you have no use if you are. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hair, he can pull it both during and outside of matches.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He only cums inside of your holes, might as well give them a proper use

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There are no secrets between you both, when he wants something he makes it clear. He likes to have you recite a confession prayer making you plead for forgiveness for making a man of the cloth as him falls into temptation. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Virgin (like his brother lol)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary but he likes also making you stand up pinned against a wall taking his cock until your legs give out

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Serious

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Like Ithaqua, his hair is very light and thin

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

There is nothing romantic about this, he just grabs you and rails you lol

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

No, but he has done it and edged himself in frustration with you and himself for wanting you this badly

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dacryphilia 100% and Sadistic (w religious themes)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

So he does it in public but hidden at first but later permits the use of your room, not his room

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Like Ithaqua, anything can set himself off 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Gentle lolol gentle is for those in love and marriage. Also he will never bottom

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving only

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, cruel too

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Often quickies to keep his head clear

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Risk only to make you feel guilty, only you after experiencing the risk

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

A lot. Pray, seriously 

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, those are ‘holy’ until he find out the advantages of them used on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very unfair, remember he likes making you cry

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can be vocal even growling

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves dirty talk but he gets too caught up in the moment to keep talking

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Satisfying dw

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High sex drive, pray you can handle him

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He does not sleep after because he leaves after the deed is done.

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Calling you slut/whore I guess idk its like 2:59 am

NSFW minors-nvm I'm a minor myself read at your own risk i guess first time writing on this app 😵: afab!reader x various male Characters

Oh god.. you're going to make me cum soon if you keep making those sounds.. biting your neck as he slams his cock faster inside you ah~ fuck~ That's it my little slut, cum on this cock~! he said as his movements becoming more rougher, still thrusting into you deeper, Such a dirty little whore aren't you? he growls as he pounds into you faster. He wasn't going to stop until he had you begging him to...

Scaramouche Blade Karma Ryuunosuke Overhaul Ajax Diluc Kokushibo Nathaniel Norwell cough-Keyaru daniel dickens Chae yul bakugo kamisato ayato levi and dni if you must idc Edgar valden!!👏

[decora-clown]

peak queer rep

[wisttwist]

jester's privilege

(past) nebu (nathaniel) & reader, morningstar (ithaqua) & reader cliche scene where the hero enters the defeated kings bedroom and all the concubines are crawling all over him but instead of a dozen concubines trying to seduce him it's a single crusty manservant making middle school tier jokes warnings: mentions of canon typical war crimes etc

...

There was a small, breathtakingly ugly cushion in the corner of the room, bright primary colours clashing with the creams and golds of the late Tower Lord's interior design (which was also ugly, Helel would like to append).

A similarly small and breathtakingly ugly servant (?) sits on this cushion, presently engaged in thrilling (mind numbing) icebreakers (he would like to break some ice over your head, yes) with the Sun Eater as he idly turned over Nebuchadnezzar's royal paraphernalia.

"So he doesn't bed you and you aren't politically valuable. Then why are you in here, and not out there?" He gestures to the smoke from the mines, visible from the tower window.

"He doesn't send me to the quarries because I'm special. I'm his special boy."

"He calls you that?"

"No."

Helel made the temporary generalization that conversation with you was a waste of oxygen and stalks off to continue his inspection of the room, deaf to your remarks.

A voice comes from right behind his shoulder. "What do I call you?" Somehow, you'd soundlessly traversed the cluttered floor to stand uncomfortably close.

He scowls. So much for ignoring you. "Don't you know who I am?"

"I do live in a cell." You mumble, picking your nose and wiping the snot on your pants.

For a second, the Eclipse considers retelling the story of his conquest for the nth time but honestly, he wasn't sure how much more gloating he could wring out of it, especially with this audience. "It doesn't matter who I am. Just know that I'm the new king."

"Your voice is very familiar."

"No it's not."

"Very well. It's not." You fidget on the spot, bell-studded clothes jingling. "Do I call you sire? Or are you more formal?"

"Do as you wish."

Satisfied with his vague and minimalist answers, he returns to his prior task of sorting through the Sun King's old shit; mentally categorizing them for later: keep, trash, take to the thrift store, incinerate. Surveying the shelves, he sighs. This would be a lengthy task.

…

"Do you want a tour?" Breathing on the back of his neck, again. Uncomfortably close, again.

Helel gives you a firm push back. "No."

"Are you still wondering what my purpose was?" You chirp, undeterred as ever.

"If I recall correctly, the Sun King already had a clown in his court. I freed him way back when." Maybe if Helel paid more attention to that event, he'd note that the Encroached did mention an irritating bell-wearing obstacle between him and his master. Not that you can prepare for this brand of mild but persistent evil. "But considering this room is full of useless junk, it's not hard to guess why you're here."

Ignoring his jab, you sidle close once more, plotting another invasion attempt on his personal space. "Jesters and clowns are two different things."

Yeah, you were different. The other guy was less annoying. Mercifully, he elects to give a noncommittal grunt instead of mentioning this detail, hoping that you'll lose interest in trying to continue your conversation.

The Sun Eater lifts up a decanter of mystery fluid (pale and golden like everything else). He's about to lean in to give it a smell test when you stop him. "That's not wine, sire."

Owlishly, his head swivels around to face you.

You close your eyes sagely and pause for dramatic effect, wasting more of Helel's time on waiting for you to elaborate. "It's pee."

The decanter shatters on the floor. You watch him frantically wipe his hands off on the expensive curtains. "What the fuck?"

A good poker face is a crucial survival skill for your occupation, but given your employer is currently burning in hell, you are very much off the clock right now. You double over with laughter. "Oh heavens, sire. You're too gullible, oh stars and suns, oh- Oh!"

Helel's clawed hand yanks you up by the hair. "Are you five years old. Greater men have died for lesser-"

"Let me down, please, sire!" The twinge of stifled laughter slurring your pleas for your life don't help your case. "I'm sorry! Please!"

You're dropped in a crumpled, jingling heap on the floor. Briefly, the Morning Star considers sending you to the gallows, but is it really worth the effort? Your transgressions, frequent as they were, weren't significant enough for that. Besides, on a smaller level he won't admit, his pride refuses to let you get to him. "I'll take you up on the tour offer." He declares with finality, crossing his arms. "You touch everything before I do."

"Yes, sire!" You jump up to attention, back ramrod straight in a mockery of military obedience. "Does that make me the royal toucher? Or king's toucher? That's like being a king's taster but instead of tasting-"

Your voice trails off as you feel Helel's glare burning through his mask and into your skull.

"Ahem. On the left, we have war spoils from the southeastern peninsula…"

… 

Truly, the home renovation aspect of overthrowing corrupt tyrants is underestimated. The remainder of the afternoon was spent sorting doohickeys into piles in the middle of the floor for future storage. Or rather, Helel did the majority of the heavy lifting while you (un)helpfully stood in the corner, regaling him with tales of the previous regime and the exact happenings of court life. He wants to tell you to stop talking for 5 minutes and do something useful but you would probably cite the importance of 'moral support' and try to weasel your way out of it. Besides, even if you were trying to do something of substance, it probably involved inventing new ways to fuck up moving furniture, fiddling with his temper even further. You were like a mosquito, he decides. Too little to do real damage, too much to be ignored.

"There was this one time I was doing a bit about his virility and he said he could prove me wrong right there if I wanted." You were presently cross legged on an intricate rug (tribute from the Sun King's unfortunate allies), juggling a series of crystal balls (priceless artifacts, stained with blood by the 'divine' conqueror). "So I said 'You should know that I'm a eunuch', and he went, 'It doesn't matter.' We were hilarious."

The Usurper scratches his chin, half listening. It didn't sound hilarious, just weird. "You're sure he didn't bed you?"

"A joke is just a joke, you know."

"Okay. Just checking." Helel paused. "Then are you really a eunuch?"

"Are you gonna check that too?"

"No." You were really getting your money's worth from that previous temporary generalization.

…

After the walls and shelves were bare, and the loot was bundled up in leather bags, the Eclipse sank into one of the plush chairs, kicking his feet onto the table and massaging his temples. With any luck, you were as tired as he was, and he could slip away while you rested.

You yawned. "Ahh. That's enough for one day, I think." Helel watched as you plopped back down on your hideous cushion, procuring a lit pipe from thin air and taking a hefty drag. "Will you be looking for new furnishings?"

"Probably. This stuff is way too tacky."

A wisp of smoke drifts past, and the Morning Star feels that tell-tale foreboding feeling behind his shoulder again. "Will you be looking for new castle staff?" You bat your eyelashes.

He meets your expectant gaze with the exhaustion of someone who just fought another war and lost. "You're staying?"

Deliberately misinterpreting his question as a statement, you perk up, grinning from ear to ear. "Well, I can't refuse a direct order such as that! Especially not from his most esteemed, illustrious (and if I may add, very handsome) Majesty!" Bowing at the waist with a bell-bedecked flourish, you shoot back to eye level with hands clasped, nearly butting him in the head with your stupid hat. "When do I start work?"

...

(jump cut to jester being tossed out of tower window) this is too long to be funny but idc anymore. next time i'll write romance but i needed to fulfill my desire to annoy him

[m00n-hal0]

twitter banned in brazil so i'm doing an art dump!

(for context, someone replied to the original post saying they loved my design for daybreaker.)

filho da puta xanão

[sarcophagid]

if proof of azoths theorem has one fan it's me