#amalog

[yeowninefive]

Speculum (Chapters I and II)

Not quite staring into a mirror. But the parallels are...haunting, so to speak. Even moreso when for Halloween, you're dressed as the other's appearance!

Left is Annalogue, my mime OC. Right is Noss the Nosferatu, created by @rariatoo. Noss is one of the main sources of inspiration for Annalogue's design. (This is also a followup to my Noss-inspired "Amalog" design for Annalogue I created last October.)

(In both drawings, you can also see another of rariatoo's characters, Zakuro the Vampire. Where is she?)

(This is the last of my queue of late Halloween artwork I'm publishing after Halloween.)

[jfdupuis]

Polaroid

[kdsimeter]

Safe To Operate BP-100S DC1mA 1500A DC Amp Panel Mount Analog Ammeter #a...

[powerlineprincess]

Essence♡2023♡K.E.A Lux Hill♡

[isame-allen]

AMALOG????

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[nofaprecoverygary]

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CROUTUN

[sengyah]

evini sırtında taşıyanlara tren sesini unutturamazsınız.

[tavonjgta]

[yeowninefive]

Annalogue [Sept. 30] vs. Amalog [Oct. 1]

I wanted to do something as part of the "Sept. 30 vs. Oct. 1st" memes that go around when October starts. I hope this starts a series of my OCs in costumes (Halloween-themed and otherwise) throughout the month.

For those curious--“Amalog” here is a homage to Noss the Nosferatu, created by @rariatoo​​. Noss was one of the sources of inspiration for Annalogue’s original/main design.

[bigbadsoundla]

Stem mastering for @ivanhelling today! It’s amazing what summing through a console can do! It’s subtle, but the depth and 3D quality of this SSL is tough to get in the box 🎚 . . . #recording #mixing #mastering #recordingstudio #amalog #ssl #sslconsole #aws900 #solidstatelogic #engineer #studiolife #bigbadsound #bigbadsoundla (at Big Bad Sound LA)

[kdsimeter]

BO-65 DC75mV 50A ammeter #factory #panelmeter

[ltbp]

Brandenburg gate, + watercolour

IG: @ltbp_lukas_sievert

[prodb]

www.facebook.com/amalogvisual @amalogvisual #amalog #guitarist #guitar #ibanez #iceman #blackandwhite #plugandplay #music #metal #marshall #blur #bokeh #photography #photo #poland #wroclaw #nikon #d3300 #nikond3300 #helios #vintage

[genderwheel]

🌊[Starfallic / Seamajorium ]🌧

Definition;

A gender connected to the song Dream Sweet in Sea Major by Miracle Musical, specifically the lyric "Believe me darling, the stars were made for falling~!"

This gender feels nostalgic and sounds like wind through an old tape recorder. It has a dreamy feeling, where you can't quite grasp it; Every time you try to remember it slips from your memory, leaving you with this soft nostalgic feeling.

It also encompasses a connection to classical music and space.

suggested pronouns;

float/floats

fall/falls/fallself

dizzy/dizzy's/dizzyself

sky/skys/skyself

sea/seas/seaself

fog/fogs/fogself

paradise/paradises/paradiself

memory/memorys/memoryself

time/times/timeself

tick/tock/ticks/tocks/tickself/tockself

song/songs/songself

soft/softs/softself

nostalgia/nostalgias/nostalgiaself

still/stills/stillself

rain/rains/rainself

mist/mists/mistself

haze/hazes/hazeself (hazey/hazeys/hazeyself)

space/spaces/spaceself

void/voids/voidself

(a)lone/(a)lones/(a)loneself

planet/planets/planetself

star/stars/starself

analog/amalogs/analogself

emoji pronoun suggestions;

🌊/🌊s/🌊self

🌧/🌧s/🌧self

🌫/🌫s/🌫self

🌨/🌨s/🌨self

☁/☁s/☁self

⛈️/⛈️s/⛈️self

✨/✨s/✨self

🌌/🌌s/🌌self

🌠/🌠s/🌠self

🪐/🪐s/🪐self

💫/💫s/💫self

🌟/🌟s/🌟self

🌙/🌙s/🌙self

☄️/☄s/☄️self

📻/📻s/📻self

[down-thedrain]

i'm sorry the autism is so fucking strong. i have a test period one tomorrow and i also don't have any clean clothes but i'm posting about my poor little meow meow from the amalog horror series

[bleepblopbloop56]

Galaxies

Amalogical, human highschool au. Logan takes virgil stargazing.

I can't tell where the sky stops and the ground begins. Where the fireflies ignite into the sky, or where the stars take over when they can't reach. I can't tell if I'm running or flying through the field, leaving a path of light behind me. And to be honest, i couldn't care less. The lines of reality always blurred around this time, and right now it feels as if I could run on air alone.

"Logan wait up!" Virgil's cry fell on deaf ears as he continued sprinting through the opening. They were trespassing, technically, although this far into the country no one dared to check.

The teen was taking long leaps through the grass, the force of his body hitting the ground would hurt if he had a care in the world. He was all legs, lanky and thin after an awkward growth spurt where he hadn't been proportioned quite right by whatever being above. His short emo friend running behind him hadn't been so lucky only landing a staggering 5"2 as opposed to logans own 5'10.

Logan spared a glance up instead of blindly running and saw the vast expanse of stars. They must've been in the middle of the field now, far enough away from any lights or houses to let the stars shine through the clear night sky that hung like a blanket above them.

"Here! This is the spot!" Logan called, laying down on his back and sprawling out starfish style. It was beautiful. Their were so many stars and the longer he looked the more their seemed to be. He felt like he could see the sky curve from wear he was sitting, like the stars had been sped up and he could see the rotation of the earth from his measly little plot in the middle of it.

" jesus fuck logan" virgil panted heavily " did you have to choose the middle of nowhere to stargaze? This is how murders happen" virgil sat unceremoniously and threw himself back on the ground behind logan, sitting with their heads near, and their feet apart. Like some shitty movie or book cover about a teenage romance.

But that's what this was wasn't it? Two teenagers, one summer, stargazing at 3 in the morning after sneaking out of the house.. It all sounded like a scene ripped straight from one of virgil's YA novels. And he almost loved it.

"Isn't it magical virgil? " logan said, with quite literally starry eyes. He reached up between their heads and intertwined their fingers " shit… the worlds so magical and there's an infinite amount of stars and universes beyond us. We're just… specks. Smaller than ants" he said, not looking over at virgil once.

But virgil was looking at him. Intently. Not even glancing towards the sky as he rolled onto his stomach and  propped himself up on his elbows, did his eyes leave logan's face. It was incredibly dark, their eyes just barely adjusting to see under the light of the moon.

"I love you" virgil said, cutting logan off mid sentence, not caring about the tales of existential wonder and dread he was reciting to virgil, just caring about saying the words. Getting them out of his mouth before they got tangled behind his teeth.

And for the first time that night, logan had tore his eyes away from the sky. " you love me?"

Under any other circumstances virgil would have backtracked. Would apologise for coming on too strong, for interrupting, for saying those words before logan was ready. But something about the night air made him feel like for the first time in his life he could actually breathe the air around him instead of swim in it. Being with logan made him feel like he had an entire galaxy in his chest, and when logan spoke it was as if he was filling him with little stars and planets from his own galaxy he kept hidden in his pocket.

So, instead of responding, virgil leaned in and connected their lips, the awkward angle making him giggle a little to himself and the eagerness of logan to return the kiss making his head spin.

People said crushes were like butterflies in your stomach, but that didn't feel like the right word. Virgil was used to living with bugs in his stomach. Ugly spiders of worry crawling inside of him, or butterflies beating their wings against his insides making him dizzy and wanting to puke. But with logan, virgil felt like a tornado barreled through his insides leaving them all messed up and out of order in the best possible way. Logan took away the nasty bugs, and left rainbows in his wake.

Logan was his everything. He was the stars above them, every planet, every burst of light and energy, every moon and star. When they met, they were the crash that started the universe. Logan was the sun and virgil willingly lets himself get caught in his gravitational pull. Virgil loved his galaxy

And the galaxy loved him back.