#caveman death metal

[coffinyawns]

𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 (𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘)

𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℑ'𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱, 𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶!

in order they're space death metal, blackened deathcore, caveman death metal, technical thrash metal, gothic doom death metal, and symphonic / atmospheric black metal!

[altar-ov-plagues]

Caveman Cult

[obsidianshadow]

I have discovered some great bands just by checking out some of Tobias Forge's former bandmates's projects

[sbdm666]

Caveman A.D

[tinynightmarewoman]

To go back to my stupid little AU of the LH group but their caveman iteration, I just have such stupid ideas about it but also absolutely adore those ideas lmao.

Caveman J always sleeps on this pile of rocks covered in furs, when he snores it echoes so loudly in his cave its been mistaken for a stampeding mammoth.

The discovery of fire was a huge deal amongst the gang that led to many outbursts over who gets to use the mighty flame first. It ended with them sat in a cave cooking up some hunted dodo meat or some shit IDK but they refuse to talk to each other

Little guy Caveman A was the first to domesticate a wolf, I like to think he got bored and wandered off in to the woods despite Lady A and J telling him not to and he wandered upon a wounded wolf pup and decided to help it instead of making it dinner.

J doesn't like the new furry companion but is most often found sleeping beside it, though he just excuses it by saying the wolf is warm.

Cavewoman A will only the wear the finest and warmest furs, she's really nit-picky about what furs she will allow herself to wear. Woolly Mammoth? Fuck no! Sabretooth tiger? Absolutely!

Cavewoman T always goes out gathering but only with V if he's out hunting. She likes collecting extra berries and fruits that she hides from the rest so she and V can sneak out and eat them somewhere quiet. Despite how many times she's been caught she still does it every time.

Caveman D likes to try hunting but is awful at it, absolutely atrocious and has been nearly mauled to death by many different predators. He thinks stone is stupid and that he could find something better (He refuses to admit its a skill issue) but eventually he discovers metals and brings about the dawn of the bronze age.

No one believes him and thinks its stupid, but eventually come around to it once D proves its great at killing things.

They all share one giant cave and sleep around a nice big fire, its a nightmare and dysfunctional as fuck, but its cute and sweet I swear

[aspenwriter]

SizeDates

(A comm for @AurumDistant on Twitter)

“An app that makes you change sizes?” asked Mark.

“Oh come on Mark, it doesn’t like ‘change’ your actual size, it just does so in a virtual room in the metaverse” said the tomboyish redhead in front of him, Sarah.

“My question is why, Sarah. Why not just a normal dating room in the metaverse?”

“Oh come ON Mark, it’s 2068! What’s even the point in just dating like your grandma did with their apps on their phones like some sort of caveman”

“I think grandma dated pretty nicely in the normal world, evidence being that I am uh, here, Sarah”

Both friends laughed. It was a faint sound, deafened by the unfathomably structure of the tower city they inhabited.

By this time in our history most cities looked like this one. Years of overpopulation and the destruction of our natural environments lead to the engineering of these megastructures. Self sufficient, towering metal spires that reached the clouds from the outside, with an industrial super complex that reached deep underground like roots. Sarah and Mark were idly chatting on the outside of their middle management office, still under the spires, still without seeing the sky.

It was no wonder most people didn’t like to meet and date outside the metaverse. Many companies had tried and failed to build one in the early 21th century. They had just recently successfully built one. Initially a platform for furries to chat in Virtual Reality, it quickñy expanded to the general public as a means to escape the quite frankly horrible reality they inhabited.

“You’re still not convincing me, Sarah, look at this point in the advertising”

Sarah leaned in to see Mark’s phone. He was pointing with his finger to a spot that proudly advertised “Let loose of control! Let the big one handle everything”

“Uhm, yeah, that’s the point, Mark” said Sarah.

“What does it exactly mean?” asked Mark.

“It means that if you log in as tiny and you match with someone they get to decide where you spawn, what your size is, and even what you’re wearing, as far as I know”

“Why, Sarah, would I let someone control that?”

“Oh, come ON AGAIN, it’s part of the fantasy, just the sweet release of control”

“I’m more concerned about the sweet release of death” Said Mark “what if I match with a total psycho and they crush me, eat me, or worse, Look, it says right here in the add”

He was pointing to a part indicating ‘TOTAL simulation, every sensation possible in every scale!”

“You know ‘every sensation possible’ doesn’t fill me up with confidence” said Mark.

“Look” said Sarah “that’s again just part of the fantasy”

“You know that if you get killed in one of these simulations-” 

“Doesn’t work like this here” interrupted Sarah “SizeDates doesn’t allow for permadeath, if you get killed it logs you off right after the conscience gets to experience death, so it’s just like waking up from one of those dreams where you’re falling down”

“You sound *very* experienced in this topic” said Mark.

“Weeeeeell I *might* have teased a couple tiny boys a little too hard…” Said Sarah, hiding a blush.

“I KNEW IT!” exclaimed Mark “You just want to get me into this thing so I can match with you and you get to do everything you want with me right!?”

“Uh, I was just going to suggest exactly that, good job in figuring that out, smartass”

Mark sighed. It was true that he and Sarah had kind of a situationship by this point. And by situationship, it was mostly Sarah teasing him whenever she had the chance. Even being a little risqué at the office and all. Not that Mark minded it in the slightest.

“Alright, I’ll try your stupid app…” he said, slightly defeated.

“You won't be disappointed!” said Sarah “just make sure to match with *me*”

“Can’t promise that, what if someone is hotter than you huh?”

“Are you sure you want to risk it?” said Sarah, grinning.

“I probably will” said Mark, hiding a blush by turning from her. The whole conversation was a big tease. Mark was into size play a *lot*. This app was everything he had ever dreamed of. It was extremely difficult hiding it from Sarah.

“Well, see you soon little guy” said Sarah, smiling and turning away too. They, sadly, had to take the metro in opposite directions from one another.

The whole ride home, Mark thought only of the app.

Then finally, his apartment. Located on a megastructure within a megastructure. Tower 27. Almost a tower city within a tower city, it housed half a million souls and it had every amenity possible. Mark only wished they could move his office here.

Then, in his one room, one bathroom apartment, he jumped to his desk and put his headset on. He logged into the metaverse, then into the app, and made his account.

Surprisingly, for the barebones profile he had made, not one but *five* matches jumped right in within the hour.

The first was Alex. Brown skinned, and with short black hair. And damn, a gymnast with some *excellent* muscles. She could probably break Mark in half like a plank of wood in a kung fu movie, even without size changing shenanigans going.

Then there was Charlie. A brunette, beautiful girl. She looked like a princess out of a fairytale, with a delicate body and a face sculpted by the gods. In fact, just by the incredibly beautiful dress she was wearing, she might as well have been a princess.

Next to her on the list was Jessica. Old enough to be Mark’s mom. And yet the thought of being around tiny with that lady with the neon red coloured hair, probably to be ‘in with the youths’ really excited him

But after her came Angel and frankly he did look like an angel. He was a boy, still in college. With a blonde, long straight hair that reached his almost feminine waist in the skirt he was proudly wearing.

And finally, there was Sarah herself. The teasing co-worker, the one that got him into this, and his friend.

True, Sarah said that he should match with her… but he wasn’t expecting four other prospects.

Mark meditated on it for a while. Breathed in deeply. And made his choice.

—

Mark clicked on Alex’s profile.

He was instantly transported to an unknown, alien surface.

It was both hard and soft… difficult to describe. Soft to the touch but hard once you pressed on it.

And it was also wet, drops of an unknown, salty liquid the size of Mark’s head were all around him.

Just what was this place?

Oh, and he just noticed he was also completely naked.

“Hey shrimp!” said a booming voice from above”

Mark snapped back to reality and looked all around him. Behind him, and behind small breasts hidden by a sport’s bra, was the smiling face of the giant tomboy.

“Y-you’re A-alex?” asked Mark. Sure he was prepared for the shock of size changing. but not to get too personal right away.

“Y-y-y-y-y-you’re Alex?” mocked Alex “Of course I am, shrimp, on whose profile did you think you clicked, dumbass?”

“I-I-I-” started Mark, embarrassed beyond belief.

“Tch!” exclaimed Alex “a dozen or so boy toys wanted to match with me and I clicked on the profile of the one that couldn’t fucking talk, great choice Alex”

Mark slapped his cheeks with both of his hands, his way to get his shit together. This allowed him to finally notice he was standing on Alex bare, sweaty abs, and that they were in what he assumed was her room, or well, a simulation of it. It was a little smaller than his own. Alex must be a factory worker down some levels in the tower, he thought.

“Ugh, why are you standing around thinking so much, shrimp, get to work already!”

“Wor-” began Alex, before he was silenced by Alex’s massive hand coming down slamming him against her abs, pressing down. Muffling every sound that came from Mark’s mouth.

“Come on boy toy, lick” commanded Alex.

Mark protested. Frankly pathetic sounds that barely reached Alex, as Mark’s mouth was firmly pressed against her sweaty skin. But the sounds were audible enough to register in Alex’s brain as a protest.

“You upper level shrimps are always so, so fucking uppity, you’re not in control here shrimp, now be a good boy and get fucking licking” said Alex, sternly, and pressing Mark even harsher.

Mark swallowed his pride. After all this *was* a fantasy. He didn’t have to have any shame. Alex would play around with him a little, and then they would both have a good time and probably get along really well down the line. Hell, perhaps they would have a date in real life if he did well this time!

So he obeyed, and started licking. Alex's abs were salty, from all the sweating of course. But it didn’t prevent Mark from worshiping them. In fact, he was getting hard from it.

“Yeah… that’s right” said Alex “good boy!”

Mark’s hormones got wild with that praise. He licked even harder, putting a lot of effort into it. Kissing the abs. Soon Alex’s hand relaxed and let him do the thing on his own. He was getting a lot into it.

“Hmm, good start…” Said Alex “But you’re still very, very far away from your true prize shrimp…” she said, her hand now slowly pushing Mark downwards, to her briefs.

Mark crawled there, slowly, like an insect. He wanted to enjoy every second of it. And Alex was allowing him.

Under the briefs was a bush of her hair. Alex didn’t help him at all in this phase, gleefully enjoying Mark struggling to lift the fabric just to get in. He had to use both arms just to get his upper torso there, and he had to work a lot with his legs to crawl in.

The bush was unkempt. Musky. At this scale, roughly the size of a pinky finger, the whole place seemed like an alien cave. Above him, the fabric of Alex’s sports briefs pressed him hard against her skin, and further in, the bush of hair proved a tremendous obstacle for him.

“You’re way too slow, shrimp” said Alex, her booming voice muffled down here.

Mark heeded the implicit command and crawled faster, putting a lot more effort into it. Adrenaline was now coursing through his veins just by how aroused he was. Here, in Alex’s most private place at a gulliverian scale. Fuck, he hadn’t realized how much he wanted this.

“Lemme help you out there, boy toy” Said Alex. Pressing him down in a way that propelled him forward.

The smell of her juice was getting stronger. Alex was wet, as he was hard. Her hand was of great help. And then, finally at the end of that small forest, was the wet labia. Mark didn’t struggle here at all, as the place was wet enough to slip right in.

But he wasn't meant to get there.

Alex’s hand blocked him as she started playing with herself, roughly, just like she wanted. Mark was a spectator to all this, as Alex’s other hand pinned him down in her bush. A lot of hair got into his mouth in the process, making it hard to breath.

“Yeah.. yeah…” Alex said, to herself mostly, she didn’t care that much about Mark at this point.

She lifted her briefs, Mark could finally breathe again, but this was short lived. Alex started using his squirming body as a toy, pressing him, using him to massage the sensitive skin of her bush.

“Fuck… fuck.. FUCK!” exclaimed Alex, about to reach climax.

She hadn’t noticed, at all, that she played with Mark a little too roughly, and snapped his spine in two.

“Ah… AH!” she sighed in the pleasure of orgasm.

She was breathing heavily, Alex was nowhere to be seen, the poor bastard probably just re-spawned in his room.

“Fuck Alex…” she said, leaning back in her bed “you broke a perfectly good looking toy again…”

—-

Mark clicked on Charlie’s profile.

He was greeted by a wooden surface. He looked around. He was in a room of sorts. A giant room.

Mark was, by virtue of living in a megastructure, already accustomed to big spaces but this one was very different, as it was a cubic structure, where all things were completely in another scale. Mark noticed he was on what appeared to be the desk of the room, and far away he could see a bed, some posters from popular v-tubers, anime figures the size of statues in a shelf, and…

Charlie?

She didn’t look at all like in the picture. While the face was still like a princess out of a fairytale, and she had a delicate, elegant body, she had sharp features,  her hair was short, boyishly so. Also, instead of the dress from the pic, she was just wearing a black t-shirt and some jeans.

“H-hey… there seems to be some kind of mistake here…” said Mark.

“Pfft” said Charlie, with a boyish tone “Nope, you just got catfished that’s all”

“Wha-” began Mark, being instantly cut off by Charlie’s hand grabbing him from the desk with little consideration for his safety or wellbeing.

“The app was stupidly easy to hack” said Charlie “They have like no countermeasures at all”

“Who the fuck are you” Said Mark, muffled by Charlie’s hand completely closed on him.

“Oh? I’m Charlie alright, I just used a pic I grabbed from the internet and said I was a girl, that’s the easiest way to nick some cute boys like you!” said Charlie, very proud of himself.

“Wha-? LET ME OUT IMMEDIATELY” exclaimed Mark.

“Ah, I love when you little ones beg, it’s soooo adorable” said Charlie “Let’s take a good look at you”

He opened his hand, and Mark immediately took the chance to jump off it, to the floor, to get killed in the app and re-spawn in the safety of his apartment. But as soon as he even got into a jumping off position, Charlie got uncomfortably close and whispered.

“Oh, just so you know, the hack also overrides the death inhibition, little one”

The words felt like iron nails nailing themselves on all his limbs, paralyzing him completely.

“Also” Charlie continued “Obviously the log off function is turned off, it was easy too, this way we can get *real* emotions flowing, won’t you agree?”

Mak didn’t know what to do. He just stood there, frozen on the twink’s hand, while his captor just grinned, rejoicing in his misery.

“Aw, what’s wrong little one?” he asked, in a mocking tone “cat got your tongue?”

“Th-this is *extremely* fucked up” said Mark “release me n-now” he said not noticing his voice was cracking and he was stuttering, all to Charlie’s delight.

“Say pretty please” said Charlie.

It was humiliating enough to be in this position, but fuck, anything to get rid of this psycho, Mark thought.

“P-pretty please” he said.

“Good start, now grovel” said Charlie.

The command felt cold on Mark’s skin. He was trembling. But the fear of what Charlie might do to him if he displeased him in some way was more terrifying than whatever humiliation he had to endure to get back at the safety of his house. He fell to his knees and said it again.

“P-pretty please…”

“Pretty please what?”

Whatever the fuck he meant, a title? Mark thought.

“Pretty please, sir-”

“Ugh why do they always go with fucking ‘sir’ goddamit!” exclaimed Charlie, exasperated.

“D-did I do something wrong” pleaded Mark, covering his face.

“I hate being called ‘sir’ FUCK!” he said “I’m not my fucking dad! I’m not that old!”

Mark was trying to hide his tears. He felt like picking the wrong dialogue option in a game, rolling a bad skill roll with his dice and all. Only a million times worse.

“Wh-what was I supposed to call you?!” Said a terrified little man.

Charlie was completely ignoring him. He was searching something in his room, that perfectly simulated replica of Charlie’s own room. He quickly found it.

A fleshlight.

Mark knew immediately what he was thinking. His head was working like an animalistic computer, checking for every possible alternative to what was about to happen.

“I just want to be called ‘princess’, like my boyfriend does, fuck!”

“H-how was I supposed to-” he was cut off by two giant lips. A long kiss, coming from Charlie that was impossible to resist.

“You’re a cute toy, if you survive I want to play a little more with you”

And then Mark noticed he was falling down.

Soon enough, he was swallowed up by the all encompassing rubber of the fleshlight. It was a dark, soft pit, no light entered that place. Mark tried to climb out of the rubber but the place was lubricated by some sort of oily substance. Mark just slipped, landing straight in the bottom.

Then, Charlie’s titanic dick pierced through the entrance of the cave. Thrusting violently against the rubber. Trapping Mark between it and the oily walls of the fleshlight.

Mark struggled, desperately trying to climb it, but for every little step his body made, Charlie’s dick pushed him further down, until he was fighting for his life against the tip of it. But it didn’t work. Mark’s feeble punches and pushes only made Charlie harder and harder and his thrusts more quick and passionate.

“N-no…” whispered an enfeebled Mark, bruised and with some broken bones already. “P-please…”

But he was too tired to fight anymore, and when Charlie finally came with a titanic moan, Mark’s lungs filled up almost instantly with his cum.

He coughed and twitched for some minutes, but it was already over.

Charlie removed the fleshlight, with the lifeless virtual avatar of Mark still stuck to his dick.

“Pfft” he said “What a waste of a cute boy”.

He removed the corpse uncaringly from his flesh and tossed it away, at least he hoped his boyfriend was having more fun with the hacked virtual room than he had.

—

Mark clicked on Jessica’s profile.

He was transported to a soft, hard to stand on surface, in fact, in the very instant he got there he lost his balance and fell on his back.

“Be careful there you silly boy” said a booming, deep, yet very feminine voice.

Mark looked around. The surface he was on was a mattress. In fact, he was on a bed. The biggest bed he had ever seen, in the biggest room he had ever seen. It was so big it could fit his entire Tower. But his astonishment was brief, he needed to know the source of that booming voice, and it took him next to no effort to find it.

In front of Mark was a woman. She was wearing a full office attire. Complete from pants to shirt to blazer and a tie. All of her screamed ‘your stuck up boss’ if it wasn’t for her hair dyed neon red. This kind of hair dyes were all the fashion now in 2068. That gave her the vibes of ‘divorcee trying dating again’.

Mark was lost looking at the massive woman. All to her own amusement.

“What’s wrong baby?” Said Jessica “Am I too much for you to handle?”

“N-n-not at all!” said Mark getting his bearings together “just impressed at the whole scale of things, that’s all”

“Mhmmm” purred Jessica “I find it sooo much better than hitting on young men like you on a bar, so much needless chatter cut don’t you think?”

“Hmm, uhh, yeah Miss”

Jessica laughed.

“Come on Mark, this is not a classroom, don’t call me ‘miss’”

“Oh, uh, in that case what should I call you?” asked Mark, awkwardly.

“You will call me Mistress from now on, pet” said Jessica, grabbing Mark by the waist “now let Mistress have a good look at you”

She snapped her fingers and suddenly Mark’s virtual avatar was completely naked. He remembered the bigs got all the control in this space.

“Y-y-yes Mistress!” squeaked Mark, not used to being handheld at all, and less to be naked around a woman so fast, and even less to enter into a dom/sub dynamic so quickly, but as Jessica, or well, Mistress had said before, the size difference really cut up a lot of needless chatter”

“You’re veeeeery handsome, pet” said Jessica, purring those words. Mark felt like being circled by a panther.

“T-than-” he began, before being cut by his Mistress.

“Good boys don’t speak” interrupted Jessica, not lifting her powerful stare from him “Good boys only say ‘woof’ and ‘yes Mistress’”

Jessica was still holding Mark by the waist, so she used the chance to shake him up a little, not to cause him any damage, but to firmly establish her dominion over him.

“Are you a good boy, pet?” She asked

“Yes Mistress” Mark said, obediently.

“Are you going to obey me?” she asked, again.

“Yes Mistress!” said an enthusiastic Mark.

“Good, because admittedly you’re too cute to have to discipline already” she said “Now let me have a taste of you”

Mark thought he misheard that final part but no, Jessica leaned in for a kiss at a titanic scale, that evolved quickly into her licking and savoring every part of Mark’s naked body. The simulation was perfect in every way. All the minute details of Mark’s virtual avatar felt handcrafted to Jessica’s tongue.

“Mistress had a veeeery tiring day at work today, pet…” she whispered into Mark’s ear, and even at this scale, the whisper came off as soft and stimulating to his mind “I want to unwind, you will help me…”

“Y-yes Mistress…” Said a Mark that was so horny he could barely think anymore.

“I want you…” said Jessica “to be a good boy for me… will you?”

“Yes Mistress!”

“Good, good…” Said Jessica, leaning back. With the saliva covered little man still in her hand, gently letting him down on her crotch.

“Go in” she commanded.

Mark was about to protest. You expect me to do all the work myself? To unzip your pants and just crawl in? but he kept those words to his mind. Good boys only said one thing.

“Y-yes Mistress” he half sighed, half exclaimed.

Then he got to work. She gently unzipped her Mistress’ pants, leaving an entrance into her most intimate places. Then he crawled in, fighting against the fabric of the pants. Each little move he made in his Mistress’ panties sent echoes of pleasure down her spine, causing her to moan and shift her position, changing the environment completely for Mark sometimes.

Then, he finally got under her panties, greeted by his Mistress’ titanic labia. He didn’t know what to do precisely at this moment. Nothing in your life prepares you to your first confrontation with pussy on the gulliverian scale. Luckily for him, his Mistress got to decide for him.

Her titanic hand came from under the fabric and pushed him inwards into the flesh cave. The walls covered already in his Mistress’ fluids made it easy for him to go in.

He was now against her fingers and her pussy, going in and out in a thrusting motion. He wanted to do the best. He wanted to be a good boy and serve. He let loose of himself, giving his body up to the currents of his Mistress’ whims and desires.

He should have been more careful. His Mistress was very rough. And he soon began to lose his consciousness, as he could barely breathe so deep in.

On her side of things, Jessica moaned, moaned and squirted. Mark was already logged off by the app automatically to prevent death. Just in time as she let go of all of her juices.

While on the other side the violent log off made Mark jump on his own desk. Jessica slept well that night, and made sure to bookmark Mark’s profile for another session, down the line.

—

Mark clicked on Angel’s profile.

He was greeted by a completely alien landscape. It was dark, moist, and the smell was weird. It was like a large cave, roughly two meters tall and about fifty centimeters wide. Mark had to walk on his side.

But as soon as he began to move. His whole world trembled and rumbled like an earthquake that plunged him even further down the cave. He could finally see there was light coming from far away, from a slit-like opening. Mark could barely breathe in the dank place.

And then, as he finally touched the walls, he noticed they were made of flesh.

Outside of the flesh walls, Angel was reading his notifications, realizing that the ant-sized boy he requested finally arrived inside his dick. To be honest, the sensation was weird as fuck, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. The simulation was perfect, and his dick flesh was so sensitive that he could feel the boy’s little limbs fighting and trying to climb out.

“Tough luck twerp” Angel said out loud, with a voice as beautiful as a melody, although to Mark it sounded like a confusing boom.

Back in Angel’s dick, Mark hadn’t the slightest idea of where he was and wondered if it was a bug in the system, that maybe he had logged into a horror game room of sorts. Groaning, he opened the user interface to log off.

Only, the log off button was nowhere to be found.

Angel giggled, the twerp was probably panicking, maybe he already realized the app had been hacked. He could tell by the little one’s ever increasing erratic movements.

His giggles made Mark’s world shake, and he plunged deeper into the monolithic dick he was trapped in, although he didn’t quite know it was a dick yet.

Angel, for his part, relaxed in his bed. His boyfriend was right, hacking the game and undoing the death inhibitions truly made the experience a whole lot better. Fantasy turned reality by just altering a few lines of code, and it was untraceable!

He checked on the profile that matched with him again, this Mark guy seemed really cute… perhaps in another time he would have been glad to date him. But right now he was just an ant trapped in his dick.

And fuck, the sole thought of it made him harder and harder.

Back in Angel’s dick, the soft surface grew rigid and stiff, and the temperature rose by at least a noticeable amount. Mark screamed for help. But with their size difference in mind, there was no way Angel could have heard him. Not that he was going to help him out anyway.

Angel’s breathing got heavier. The cute boy was squirming and probably begging for his life down there. Fuck that was it.

He turned on his back and put a pillow between him and his dick.

Mark felt like he was on the worst kind of roller coaster, as his whole world turned suddenly upside down and the hardened walls closed on themselves, pinning him between them. He could barely move now, barely even squirm.

Angel started masturbating from his prone position by grinding his dick on the pillow. Thinking of the delicious suffering of his small victim. The thought of little Mark completely surrendered to his skyscraper dick made him into a horny beast. Grinding hard against the pillow, going back and forth. Letting himself go wild.

Meanwhile, Mark was about to pass out. He was getting nauseous from all the movement. But now the position of the flesh cave, bizarre as it was, made it easier to climb out. He just needed to crawl forward, the slit opening was just there.

“Fuck… oh fuck… oh god…” said Angel in between thrusts “don’t… don’t tell me you’re trying to escape little ant… my cute little ant”

Mark braced against his circumstances, summoning all of his strength just to get out of there. Wherever he was he would rather not be there. Whatever was outside of the slit opening was better than going down in this hell pit.

Angel felt all of his little efforts… thoroughly. They made his dick twitch. They made his whole body twitch with little sparks of pleasure.

He couldn’t keep it in for much longer.

“You’re… almost… there.. little…one…” he said. Once again, Mark only heard nonsensical booming sounds.

But Angel was right. Mark was just a couple feet away from getting out. He crawled forward, with the little strength remaining, screaming from the effort, adrenaline shooting through his body.

He managed to get one hand out.

But it was too late.

Angel was just about to climax when he came up with a really funny idea.

Still in between thrusts, he opened the hacked interface his boyfriend gifted him, where Mark’s size was displayed as merely 2 millimeters.

Wouldn’t it be funny to set the parameter to the lowest?

What if instead of millimeters, he set the stature at micrometers?

“Bye…bye…Mark…” he said “nice…knowing…ya”

And with a swipe of his finger, Mark shrunk further from the size of an ant to the size of an average bacteria.

At that moment, Angel came all over his cute bed.

Mark couldn’t begin to describe the utter shock of his new world when an immense fluid current came from behind him, propelling him at an enormous speed outside of his captor’s dick. There were sperm cells swimming alongside him in the current. Only then Mark realized where he was, sadly, this realization only lasted for the final milliseconds of Mark’s life, as he was soon obliterated by the impact against an unknown surface..

Angel sighed, overriding the death prevention might have been an extreme choice by his boyfriend but, looking down on the cumstain that held the remains of that cute boy. Angel had already forgotten his name and didn’t bother to check the app again.

Still, he smiled, winked and blew a kiss to the cumstain, where the utterly liquidated remains of that cute boy were, somewhere.

“Bye bye cutie, nice knowing ya”

—

Mark was pretty flattered by getting five matches on the get go but he still had this thing going with Sarah, so he obviously clicked on her profile.

He was on the floor. He immediately knew it was the floor because well, the massive furniture all around him. While the environment was completely and utterly alien to him, he managed to recognize it as a room.

“S-Sarah…” he called, still shocked from the size change.

“Up here silly” came Sarah’s familiar voice.

He looked around and noticed that the enormous things that his brain registered as black pillars in front of him were actually legs, and when he looked up, he saw Sarah’s grinning face looking back.

“Well, what do you think huh?” said Sarah

“It’s uhhh… I mean… It’s a bit weird to live out a fantasy don’t you think”

“Oh come on, little guy!” Sarah said, the words ‘little guy’ sending some kind of weird vibes down Mark’s spine. Pleasurable vibes nonetheless.

“I mean, I uh, I just mean” Mark stuttered. Perhaps it was best to go with the other picks, a total stranger would have been a lot less awkward than this.

“OH!” exclaimed Sarah “I see, you’re still not sure about it right?”

“I mean-”

Sarah cut him off by motioning with her hand for him to shut up while she searched on her phone.

“So what was THIS then?” she said, leaning down so that the billboard sized phone was visible to Mark.

It was their chat from a few days ago, Sarah had sent a pic of a girl pinning down a shrunken guy underfoot, with the caption ‘us lmao’. Mark liked the pic, as he reacted with a heart.

“Uhmmm…” started Mark.

“Well, you won’t know if you like it until you try it silly!” She said as she took her shoes off.

“Sarah don’t be hast-” Mark couldn’t finish the phrase, as the shoes Sarah kicked landed on some far place in the room and it sent shockwaves, tiny shockwaves, but noticeable enough they made him flinch,

And as he flinched, he had no way of resisting what was to come.

Sarah’s foot came down on him, it was as if a mountain had gently set itself on top of him. A mountain in the shape of a giant foot clad in socks.

Mark went down on his back and tried, acting totally on impulse, to fight the giant foot. All of this rather pathetic struggle made Sarah giggle.

“Aw, I hoped you would at least retain some dignity while snack sized…” Said Sarah, amused by the little fight Mark was putting up.

“Come on Sarah, it's not like I don’t like this but aren’t you being a little-”

“Shush your mouth, eat some feet loser” she said, gently accommodating her foot so that her big toe was directly above Mark’s face.

Mark cursed the advance of technology itself. The simulation of Sarah’s feet was damn near perfect, right down to the weird moistness of a foot that has been all day trapped in an office shoe to the smell of it.

He uttered some muffled protests. But as he opened his mouth, he let Sarah’s foot come in. A bad choice. As he could taste now the damp fabric that covered her foot.

“What was that little dude? Can’t heeeeear you!” Sarah cooed, gently from above.

Mark somehow managed to push Sarah’s toe away from himself enough so that he could turn his head and speak on his side,

“S-Sarah…” he said “alright, you were right”

“Hm? what was that?” Said Sarah, with the genuine curiosity of a kitten.

“You were right… I’m into this” and Mark wasn’t lying, he was already hard, something that Sarah had already noticed of course.

“Hmm” said Sarah “Not quite, lil’ dude, getting hard on a footjob is pretty standard stuff in size play”

“What do you mean?” asked Mark.

“You’re close to getting it, but not quite”

“Meaning?” insisted Mark.

“Size play…” explained Sarah “is not just about the size difference, it’s also about letting go of control”

She lifted her foot, releasing Mark, who immediately crawled back to a sitting position.

“Control?” he asked.

“Uh huh!” nodded Sarah “here, like this!”

She snapped her fingers and in an instant Mark's clothes disappeared completely. He was totally naked in front of her friend, co-worker, and situationship. With his little boner all out in the air. Mark instantly covered himself.

“You have to surrender control completely to me… that’s a big part of the experience”

Mark nodded “surrender control… okay…”

“Hey, don’t worry little dude, it’s just a simulation, remember?” Sarah said, reassuring him “besides it’s not like I'm going to crush you or whatever, relax”

Mark nodded again. Carefully, he laid down on his back again, still very hard, still very into it. He surrendered briefly at that moment. He closed his eyes and surrendered to Sarah.

He felt a joyous release. In that moment there was nothing else. No work tomorrow, no daily chores, no relationship problems. It was just him, in his little naked body, at the mercy of Sarah, everything completely at the mercy of Sarah.

“That’s it lil’ guy” said Sarah “Size play is all about that release of responsibility, to put all your trust in your big”

Mark opened his eyes, only to find Sarah’s foot above him coming down at meteor speed.

“SARAH YOU-”

He didn’t finish that sentence, he was completely squatted down. Mark respawned back at his room, fresh off feeling the shock of being crushed, with his breathing still accelerated.

Sarah sat back in her virtual bed and stretched as she prepared to log off.

“Of course, another big part is the betrayal of that trust” she said to herself. He was going to be pissed off, maybe. But he was going to want to try again.

Sarah just knew it.

[idiotwithanipad]

Happy Death Day (Pt4)

How Humphrey asked Alison for a special favour for Amy (My OC)

With a cameo from Silver, @moonah-rose 's OC🥰

The day turned into the evening, things went as planned, everything was set. 

Amy slept for the rest of the day, and, incredibly, through the whole night as well. She awoke, in the TV room on that dusty and disused old sofa against the wall. Recollections of the previous day were a fog at first, they always were after her dizzy spells. All she had to do was wait for them to come back. 

She could hear the hustle and bustle of the visitors wandering the old house and chatting outside on the grounds enjoying the sunshine. She rubbed her forehead and gave a drawn out groaning curse as she sat up and dropped her heavy platforms off the edge of the sofa with a thud. 

Vertigo hit her as though someone had grabbed an old metal dinner tray and swung it against her forehead as she clutched onto the arm of the sofa. Her vision blurred and doubled as she flopped to the side again, her head thumping against the tattered cushions. It won't take long. She'll be back to normal soon. She'll be able to find him. 

Alison swarmed through the house looking for The Captain, despite his occasional bossy side coming through, she knew she could trust him to keep everyone under wraps. She finally located him outside watching a set of golfers, yet she kept up her charade of pretending to be on the phone. She held the device up to her ear and spoke loudly from the gravel. 

"Cap?!" 

The Captain whirled around, clutching his stick at the ready. 

"Ah! Alison" He perked up and strode towards her, tucking his stick back beneath his arm. Alison tilted her head to the side and walked towards the side of the house, headed for the gardens so that they could talk more privately. 

"I have a job for you..." Alison mused with a smile. The Captain perked up and jogged to catch up with her. 

"Excellent. What is it?" 

"Tomorrow is Amy's death day. Humphrey plans on adopting her, I told him to stay hidden all day today so that we can all surprise her tomorrow" Alison explained, chewing at the bit to hear what he'd say. 

"What?... What? He's doing what-? I- good Lord, I never thought that he'd be the one to-" The Captain righted himself and continued walking with Alison. 

"It's just- he never struck me as the type to-" He was about to continue before Alison chipped in. 

"Regardless, he's gone into hiding now and he's staying where he is until tomorrow. It's your job to make sure everyone meets in the Higham Suite tomorrow at noon, except for Amy. If she asks where he is, be totally oblivious. You can tell everyone apart from Amy and Kitty, I've got a bunch of films on up there on a loop, Kitty'll be occupied until then" Alison spoke, sounding like she'd gone up in the ranks from Cadet to General. 

The Captain cleared his throat. 

"But- isn't the girl with Humphrey every day? She'll be in a terrible state if she thinks he's gone missing. She might even think that he's, you know, gone elsewhere... " For the first time, The Captain seemed to be concerned for Amy's emotions. 

Alison looked up at him from the side. 

"Like I told Mike all those years ago, its a small misdemeanor for the greater good... "

The ranking officer paused a moment and took some breaths, understanding the depth of his task. 

"Alright. Keep a tight ship of everyone, except Amy and Kitty. Gather everyone in the Higham Suite tomorrow at twelve o'clock?" The Captain repeated. 

"Exactly" Alison nodded. 

"Operation 'Happy Death Day'?..."

"Operation 'Happy Death Day'"

Amy regained a sense of her surroundings finally, her vision clear and her blood running normally. She could sit up at last. 

"MORNIES!" 

God, every time... 

Amy jolted and gripped at her wonky headphones. The springy caveman perched on the far end of the sofa like a cat, staring. 

"Good fuckin' mornies to you too..." Amy grumbled, rubbing at her eyes. 

"You not go buzzy anymore? You feel better now?" Robin leaned closer. Amy stretched and groaned again. 

"No. I'm fine now. Thanks" 

Amy dropped her hands down to her sides and felt nothing. Strange. She glanced down to her side. 

"Sorry, Humphrey, I got-" He wasn't there. Amy checked her other side. Not there. She dropped her head down and peered around on the floor. Not there. 

"What?" Robin asked, watching her every move. 

"Where's Humphrey?" Amy asked, scratching the back of her neck. 

Here we go, no turning back now... 

"Dunno" Robin lied, shrugging. 

Amy paused and thought back, what happened before Zumba? 

"Hold on..." Amy said, more to herself than to Robin, and groggily made her way out of the neglected room and down the stairs. Robin followed suit, his arms at the ready in case he had to make a catch. 

The halls were almost completely empty; most of the living occupants had gone outside to enjoy the sun. Amy made her way clumsily downstairs and looked in the Reception, unseen by the front desk man. 

"Humphrey?" Amy asked, nearing the windowsill. He wasn't there. But he COULD hear her. 

"Must be back on the body bit. Sometime it find him and he go off somewhere" Robin said, standing behind Amy, glancing over his shoulder at the fireplace behind him, only a few feet of stone and brick kept the silent Tudor hidden. 

"Yeah but, it's not like him to not come show me he's whole again. He gets well proud of himself if he gets his body back without help... " Amy explained, confusion pinching her brain. 

Robin shrugged again. Amy frowned in bemusement, leaving the windowsill and going to other rooms to search. Robin still followed. 

"Humphrey?" Amy called but no reply came. She passed by Fanny who sped off at the mere mention of the man. Pat didn't even acknowledge her as a set of young men talking about football went outside for a chat, which he soon followed to earwig. 

Thomas flourished his wrist at her and told her some overblown tripe about being 'scorned' one too many times to care. Julian practically fled to the basement for cover when Amy sped over to him with wide eyes. Nobody knew where he was. Truthfully, they felt awful for lying, but as Alison said: it's a small misdemeanor for the greater good... 

Amy started to panic. 

"Robin? Robin, this isn't funny, where is he?" Amy turned to face the scraggly caveman who stopped in his tracks like a deer in headlights. 

"Dunno. Told you before..." He scratched his ear. 

Any beg or protest which formed in Amy's throat had died with a helpless whimper. 

"Well- can't you just sniff him out or something?" Amy asked, a last resort request; she usually felt guilty for asking Robin to sniff things out, she preferred to treat him like a man rather than an animal. 

To appease her for a moment, Robin took a few short sniffs of the air and froze. Amy watched him with batted breath, her eyes glued to him for any sign that he had picked up the scent. 

A resounding shrug. 

Amy's heart dropped; if Robin couldn't help then nobody could. The Captain rounding the corner from the staircase and paused as Amy's eyes locked onto him. 

"Cap?! Have you seen Humphrey?" Amy pleaded. His jaw clenched. 

"No, as a matter of fact I haven't. I thought he would've been with you?..." He said, tucking his stick under his arm again. 

"Well, where's Alison? She could know" Amy asked, her lip trembling. 

"She's gone out, to that 'Tesco' she talks about..." 

Amy grit her teeth. 

"Fuck..." Amy spun around and ran through the wall. She checked every room, every surface, every crevice, every cupboard, under every chair and cabinet. He was nowhere. 

"Is Operation 'Happy Death Day' working out, Robin?" The Captain whispered. The caveman nodded, but he didn't smile; he thought this would be easy, but his pulse fluttered with a sense that he was committing a huge wrongdoing: betrayal. 

Amy left the house, through the gardens, maybe he'd be there? Or maybe she was just an idiot who hoped too much? This was her punishment for getting used to having a friend. 

She wept, mascara stained her cheeks, her jaw ached from gritting her teeth so much, her hands tingled with the urge to swing a punch at the nearest tree. Every time she heard a living person laugh, she wanted to scream at them to shut up, every child who cried because they couldn't have a toy pierced into her skull like a heavy duty drill. 

She dropped down underneath a Cherry Blossom tree and took deep, ragged breaths. She may have truly lost him. 

A soft footstep made her snap back to attention, swirling her head around to see who it was. Hoping that it was him. 

"Ever wondered why the-...woah, hey, hey what's wrong?" Her friend asked, crouching next to her. The familiar pink fringe of hair glistened in the sun. 

"Sil... I think Humphrey's gone..." Amy trembled. Silver's concern turned to worry. 

"Gone? Like- GONE-gone?" 

Amy broke. Her tears flowed like Niagara Falls. 

"I've been looking for hours and-" An abrupt shaky inhale stopped her. 

"I can't find him! Nobody's seen him! Even Robin can't pick up his scent, Sil!" Amy wept into her sleeves. Silver dropped onto her knees beside Amy and slung her arms around her bereaved friend. She could sympathize; Amy may not have gotten the chance to meet a certain special woman with the timidness of a lamb but the heart of a lioness, who changed Silver's afterlife, but Silver could recognize the deep sadness and peril in Amy's cries. 

"It's alright, it's alright..." Silver shushed, patting Amy's back and staring at the grass beneath them. 

"This is all my fault!" Amy cried. Silver's brow furrowed in sympathy and familiarity; she'd cursed herself for not being able to be there for her special friend either. 

"No it's not, don't say tha-"

"Yes it IS! I never should've left him alone, he'd probably still be here if I had just-!" Amy berated herself, her harsh slander of herself cut off by Silver. 

"Listen to me! It's nobody's fault. It never is anybody's fault. This happened with me and- and Mary... I was asleep when she went up. I know how you feel" Silver spoke, she still clutched onto Amy but her tone was more stern, the type of tone Mary would use whenever a child would try to blame themselves for any wrongdoing that was beyond their control. 

Amy sniffled. She never intended on being consoled by her close friend for the entire day, especially when she only had a set few days of wandering before her slumber would return. She never notices the sun going down beyond the trees, and she never heard the sound of Alison's car returning to the house. 

[darth-maya]

Hi do you take song recommendations? I might have a few.. dozen. I hope you do because I'll give them anyways.

Now you seem to be a pretty avid listener of extreme metal especially deathcore so you will probably know some of these. I tried to look through your tags so as not to recommend anything you’ve had as a song of the day but all of these likely aren’t new to you. I’ll have the bands in a random order but will try to have the songs in order of how I would rank them with the first being the best in my opinion in case you don’t want to listen to hours upon hours of recommendations from a dumbass with no knowledge on like music theory and.. stuff. I’ll hear a caveman banging sticks together and making gurgling noises and think damn that shit straight fire. So no blaming me if you spend a considerable amount of time listening to these and think “I’ve seen a truck carrying musical equipment get in a crash and it sounded better than this”, allright? Bands in blue text, songs in purple text and albums in orange, just to make this slightly less confusing.

Mental Cruelty

They pretty recently dropped a song “Hivemind” with Ov Sulfur which is a band you have featured in your song of the day (it’s a great song).

Their 2 newest albums “Zwielicht” and “A Hill to Die Upon” are great 

My favorites of off Zwielicht are:

Obsessis a Daemonio

Symphony of a Dying star

Forgotten Kings

And of off A Hill to Die Upon:

Abadon

Ultima Hypocrita

King Ov Fire

Worm Shepherd

Another band you’ve featured in your songs of the day, but I don’t think you’ve featured anything off the newest album The Sleeping Sun. This is a must listen. There is not a single bad song on the album and I’ve been playing this non stop lately. Recommending this on the small chance you haven’t listened to it yet.

Lorna Shore

My all time favorite band, my all time favorite singer and my all time favorite drummer. And you’ve likely heard everything in the Will Ramos era but I feel like a lot of people haven’t heard their older stuff and It’s equally as amazing.

Will Ramos has actually covered a lot of the older songs but they are behind a paywall (monthly subscription). Although paying once gets you access to download the files. (they’re worth it)

Favorites of off Immortal (hard to choose because they are all so damn good):

This Is Hell

Death Portrait

Obsession (imo Will Ramos’ version is considerably better)

Flesh Coffin:

FVNERAL MOON

The Astral Wake of Time

Shadow of Intent

Their singer is one of the greatest in the deathcore scene.

Favorites:

The Heretic Prevails (the breakdown is insane)

The Migrant

Intensified Genocide (really catchy ending)

Vulvodynia

Favorites:

Mob Justice

Nyaope (Not about catgirls even though a Nya was promised, I know I was disappointed too)

Flesh Tailor

Signs of the swarm

Again you’ve featured Amongst The Low & Empty and it's definitely their best album imo but another one that seems to be a little less known is Vital Deprivation. Some of their best songs are on that album for example:

Tempting Death

Malevolent Enslavement

Crown of Nails

Celestial Ascendance

Brand of Sacrifice

Eclipse (Amazing breakdown)

Darkbloom

Oceano

Weaponized (Another killer breakdown)

Oceano, Carnifex - Lie To My Face (2022) (The guitar riff in the middle of the song carries hard (at like 1:24))

Nephilim (Lovely screams)

This list is getting too long so I’ll bunch up the rest

Enterprise Earth - The Failsafe Fallacy

Assemble the Chariots - The Moon Collector

Spawn of Possession - Apparition (another one of my all time favorites)

Aversions Crown - The Breeding Process

Misery Index - New Salem (Hella catchy)

Bound in Fear - Hate Circuit

Horror of Pestilence - God Given / / Hell Risen (A less known band but some really great stuff)

Beguiler, Pillars of Autumn - Requiem of a Dying World (Another one that’s less known and equally great as the previous)

I hope some of these are new to you and worthy of being added to playlists. <3

First of all I absolutely take song recommendations Second of all HOLY SHIT THAT'S A LOT OF SONG RECOMMENDATIONS

Its gonna take me quite a while to get to all of these but I'm gonna save so many of these albums and give them a listen sometime, I do want to comment on a few that I have heard but just haven't made a song of the day post out of. (I'm also just gonna keep your coloring system to make this easy to follow for anyone else reading)

That song by Mental Cruelty featuring Ov Sulfur fucking rules, I did catch that release recently and immediately put it on my heavy playlist. I have not listened to any of their stuff outside of that song though so I will definitely give those albums a listen. Worm Shepherd is a more low-key favorite of mine and you are so right, their newest album rules. I have listened to it quite a bit but haven't posted any of the songs from it yet. My personal favorite on it is the opener The Frozen Lake, Pt.II My love for Lorna Shore is no secret, but you are correct in that I have mostly listened to the WIll Ramos era. I do have a few favorites from some of their old albums when the vocalist was Tom Barber (Accumulatory Genophage and Godmaker specifically), but the majority of my listening has been with Will Ramos. My only issue with getting into the album Immortal is the vocalist. He's insanely good, don't get me wrong, he just also happens to be a gigantic piece of shit with a very long list of accusations made against him, so I don't really care to listen to any music he has worked on. If they ever released a new version with Will doing the vocals I'd be all about it, but I don't really expect that. It actually surprises me that I haven't done a Shadow of Intent song of the day because they were one of the first deathcore bands I got into alongside Lorna shore (and Brand of Sacrifice but we'll get to them.) All of those songs you listed I absolutely love, especially The heretic Prevails, but my personal favorite of theirs is Saurian King.

I had never heard of Vulvodynia but after listening to the song Mob Justice I can see how you'd like them. Its heavy as shit and I'm definitely going to need to dive more into their catalogue.

Signs of the Swarm is a band I am intently paying attention to and wanting to listen to more of after listening to their newest album Amongst The Low & Empty. I may only go so far back into their catalogue though, just due to the fact that the vocalist Lorna Shore kicked out was with them before he went to Lorna Shore, and my sentiment remains the same on that front.

Brand of Sacrifice my beloved. This band is another one of my low-key favorites. Eclipse was the song I discovered them with and it goes so fucking hard. I hadn't heard Darkbloom but after one listen its going on the playlist too. Other favorites of theirs for me are Demon King and their new single Purge. Their vocalist Kyle Anderson is one of the best in the entire industry right now despite the fact that I rarely see people put his name in that conversation. Now the only other group on this list that I have heard of is Enterprise Earth, although I hadn't heard that song before just now and it is such a banger. I don't know if you have listened to it, but they released an album this month called Death: an Anthology and I can't recommend it enough. My personal favorites being I, Divine and Casket of Rust.

To sum this up a bit though, thank you so much for all of these recommendations! I was currently doing things on my pc when I saw this ask so it gave me the perfect time to just queue up these songs and give them a listen and I am absolutely loving every one of them!

Now for anyone who actually read through all of this (I love you) and want me to check out your favorite songs, PLEASE send it to me! there is nothing more I love than talking about music, and am on the constant look out for my next obsession.

[doktordismemberment]

Rot Coven

The band I'm in released our first full-length yesterday. It's a pretty gnarly mix of death industrial, harsh noise, sludge, doom, skuzzy UK noise rock ala Skullflower or Ramleh, early SWANS, and slow-crawling caveman death metal riffs.

[squishykotetsu]

Oh great and mighty Danish masters of caveman death metal, save my frail sanity from the madness we call "employment"

[coffinyawns]

the type of shit that makes you wanna go throw spears at sabertooth tigers or some shit like that

[imsobadatnicknames2]

I've been in sort of a tech death/prog rock stint lately but I can already feel myself starting to get burned out on it. Now I think I need caveman riffs. Like some absolutely knuckle-dragging, head-bonking, boneheaded, cavernous caveman death metal riffs with absolute shit production value.

[savage-radio-3way-fm]

Episode 005 Man's Ruin Records

Freeeloaders - Dead Before My Time Splatterheads - Fish Biscuit

Melvins - Intersellar Overdrive (Pink Floyd) Melvins - Gluey Porch Treatments Dale Crover - Four Words 45 RPM

Goatsnake - Slippin' The Stealth Alabama Thunder Pussy - Falling Behind

Cosmic Psychos - She's A Lost Cause (Unplugged) The Onyas - Wanna Bet The Onyas - Last Temptation Of Macka The Fireballs - I've Got No Brain Magic Dirt - You Won't Know

The Green Monarchs - Monsters In The Parasol (Desert Sessions) Eagles Of Death Metal - Hogleg (Desert Sessions) Desert Sessions - You Think I Ain't Worth A Dollar, But I Feel Like A Millionaire Desert Sessions - Punk Rock Caveman (Living In A Prehistoric Age)

Turbonegro - Self Destructo Bust Hellacopters - (Gotta Get Some Action) Now! Entombed - Black Juju Euroboys - 1999 Man

Fu Manchu - Godzilla (Blue Oyster Cult) The Men Of Porn - Dancing Black Ladies Dozer - Super Soul

Blag Dahlia - Haunt Me Dwarves - Drug Store (Live) The Hookers - Rock N Roll Motherfuckers Hai Karate - Every Thing Man Or Astroman? - Drumulator Is Boss

Fuckemos - Celebration Fuckemos - Wimpy Band Fatso Jetson - Let's Clone Kyuss - Fatso Forgotso Phase II Brant Bjork - Lazy Bones

Unsane - Get Off My Back (Live)

listen here

[dustedmagazine]

Nuclear Remains — Dawn of Eternal Suffering (Maggot Stomp)

Photo by Mark Temperado

Dawn Of Eternal Suffering by NUCLEAR REMAINS

Brutal death metal is not a subgenre famous for its socio-cultural acumen. Willfully stoopid and frequently juvenile in its desire to shock and disgust, the music is most often issued by outfits with names like Abominable Putridity, Abysmal Torment or Abated Mass of Flesh — and that’s just in the A’s. If you are not familiar with those bands (and honestly, good for you), you can likely still imagine the results. In many significant ways, Nuclear Remains — a recently formed brutal death metal band, based in Phoenix, AZ — follows convention and makes songs replete with caveman riffage, absurdly gastric vocalizations and a snare drum that sounds like an overinflated basketball bouncing off asphalt in the midday desert heat. The semiotics? Tunes are titled stuff like “Horrific Decapitation” and “Sickening Depravity.” Is it really necessary to listen further?

Maybe not. But before we over-hastily dismiss Nuclear Remains, we might note that the title track of Dawn of Eternal Suffering is largely given over to J. Robert Oppenheimer’s voice, from a 1965 interview in which he somewhat ruefully reflects on the consequences of the technologies he helped to imagine and engineer into being. And the second song, “Thermobarbic Asphyxiation,” starts with what sounds like a sampled recording, from a TV pitchman’s breathless anticipation of the detonation of the world’s first hydrogen bomb (that would be the 1952 Mike Shot during Operation Ivy at the Enewetak Atoll). Those gestures are not innocent of political content: they feel fraught, skeptical, laden with satiric intent. Of course, when the voices fade, Nuclear Remains starts doing its thumping, grunting, crunching thing. It’s death metal that skews towards its most elemental, perversely heavy for the sake of the heavy. Mindless pleasures. 

So far as those pleasures go, songs like “Subterraneal Breeding” and “Disintegrated Misery” are pretty effective, pitched somewhere between the repulsive antics of label mates Sanguisugabogg and the aggro riff worship of Mutilatred (whose remarkable Determined to Rot was one of last year’s best metal records). There’s sufficient, sophomoric gross-out to go around. Check out Nuclear Remains’ “Sodomizing the Skinless,” which is more than moronic enough to neutralize even the bare signs of political engagement on Dawn of Eternal Suffering. 

Given the completely incomprehensible lyrics, it’s hard to say exactly what stance the band takes toward its insistent subject matter: apocalypse, thermonuclear war, agonizing death and absolute ruin. Perhaps the “brutal” wins out, and Nuclear Remains is most interested in mucking around in the wretched end stages of intense radiation sickness, which melts the body into a pool of toxic goo. For sure, the band likes having their picture taken with lots of long guns and heavy weaponry (Dusted takes a pass on posting any of those). That’s not intrinsically a sign of reactionary politics; the Body has pulled the same move, and that band has been public about its conviction that leftists should arm themselves and know how to shoot. Who knows? When global destruction seems inevitable, one way or another, maybe we should all just enjoy our symptoms. 

Jonathan Shaw 

[scenekidfancams]

Modern Death Metal Starter Pack.

Most People on my hosting site, tumblr, I have realized have miscategorized Death Metal. Honestly metal In general. So Here is a comprehensive list of modern death metal bands (2022)

sanguisugabogg

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While not the newest band on the list but formed around 2018-2019 the Ohio death metal band certainly are gaining hype. sanguisugabogg brings back the classic caveman brutal death metal sound. Its not like slam or faster death metal. its right in between, with a perfect amount of beastly energy like a calculated grotesque monster rather than an knuckle dragging neanderthal. at least on 2021's "Tortured Whole", Pornographic seizures has the band going as close to into a devourment style as they can. also alot of sexism that plagues death metal is taking away or done tastefully,

Sanguisugabogg can get grotesque but not in a way that's hatred. its more of playful 80's horror movie gore. or as much playful as that can be. I mean a giant kaiju toxic waste penis monster in the music video "gored in the chest" is not trying to be mean. also they smoke weed so most of there material is about that too.

Sanguisugabogg's tortured whole and pornographic seizures are on century media records.

2. Bodybox

(credit - outburn.com)

Not to be confused with a specific pulmonary machine, is a self proclaimed "TWO FISTED, TWO STEPPIN, DOUBLE WIDE DEATH METAL" band from Orlando, Florida. Like many bands, Bodybox take heavy inspiration from the florida death metal aesthetic specifically obituary. Just imagine a stoner, a death metal fan and a extra off trailerparkboys and that's what bodybox is.

(video by 197 media)

they also have the most on brand and simple to understand lyrics of any death metal band. I sometimes (depending on the band) hate having to know a whole novel of fucking lore or waiting til the band (if ever) releases a track explanation on YouTube. so bodybox is really in this case while not open to interpretation or a lyrical masterpeace in storytelling, is still simple to understand and that is what I want out of a band like bodybox.

some of my favorite lyrics include -

"Would fight for cocaine Would you steal for cocaine Would you fuck for cocaine" - Carving (through the bongfire)

"Until you make contact with me You think your so tuff Till I pull out the resin blunt You still can’t understand this smoke" - resin scraper (microwaved weed)

bodybox's "microwaved weed" and "through the bongfire" are on maggot stomp records. Also Bodybox will be on a southern USA tour with Iam (tx), and rhythm of fear from November 3rd through the 18th.

3. Frog Mallet.

I know most people would call Boston's Frog Mallet "slam" or "slamming beatdown" but they are also a death metal band in my humble opinion. And really when am I as journalist gonna write about lyrically based frog death metal bands again. like ever? So if your looking for only semi - serious bands frog mallet might be for you.

surprisingly frog mallet strikes a good balance between some funny moments but the frog jokes tire out / become just comedy metal at that point / know when to be serious and not have smelly pretentious frog farts. Frog Mallet can spring up a good combination beatdown / slam riffs, near perfect gutturals and gurgly ribbits on the mic and lyrical story telling and lyrics that know there place in certain songs. specifically parodying the mosh callouts and repping area codes before breakdowns.

(FLASHING WARNING) [Video on Slam Worldwide]

"That's right bitch Guttural Toad is here to stay Fuck all you fake as frog pussies We're in leap town now motha fucka From the pond to the tank Real wart shit Frog Mallet Sludge of the Swamp" - Sludge of the Swamp (Dissection by Amphibiant)

I'm not sure if all music is on spotify, so here's there merch instead.

also frog mallet are fully independent / unsigned so please consider buying some shirts and music on bandcamp.

4. 200 Stab Wounds.

(credit http://www.shuttlecockmusic.com/)

ohio's 200 stab wounds is the new face of old school death metal influenced modern death metal. if you took the guys in 200 stab wounds they wouldn't sound out of place on a 90's relapse records

(credit hate5six and lbd fest)

200 stab wounds' lyrics and riffs are like blunt force trauma. I'd compare it again to like a 80's slasher where the killer is on the loose and is stalking out his teenage prey. or better yet 05's hostel by Eli Roth ALSO ITS NOT A BUNCH OF RIFF SALAD. while some may pass off 200 stab wounds chalked as a osdm clone they also have (i wouldn't say technical but so much death metal drumming chops and shredding to make them a whole other class of there own and prove there naysayers dead fucking wrong.

whether that the stank face slamish riffs in the first minute of skin milk, or the in pocket dodgeball tone drums grooves and "diddly didy diddly do" licks on the end of itty bitty pieces, 200 stab wounds seem like a one big well oiled murderous blood thirsty machine ready to blast with hammers and saws.

200 Stab wounds are on maggot stomp records.

5. Undeath

Rochester, NY natives undeath while kinda sounding like a dumb simple name to many is perfect to me. it really captures encapsulates what is so fundamental about death metal simple fun. While taking heavy influence from a cannibal corpse, its very cartoony horror. it reminds me of an evil dead in the sense that the mindless violence is a way to scare and shock as a way to entertain rather than prove a point. Many references like influences of video games quake and doom on songs like necrobionics (even having a slight reference maybe to the sega genesis game "altered beast" with "It's Time​.​.​.​To Rise From the Grave"), Romero and Fulci movies, cannibal corpse, body horror, scifi, and OH zombies. lots of zombies.

I don't have anything much else to say as I want you to go into this band blind and ready for anything, but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LISTEN TO It's Time​.​.​.​To Rise From the Grave ITS SO GOOD. Its one of my favorite Death Metal releases this year.

Undeath is on prosthetic records.

I hope this list helped you find some new bands.

Love you

Bye.

-Rose