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[wolven-maw]

Gospel of the Claw physicals out THIS FRIDAY. On cassette through Weregnome Records and on 10" lathe from Fiadh Productions

[slackwire]

Song of the Week 03/15/2024

Knights of Rain - Warm as a Dream

I'm not a big atmoblack guy, but this sounds like if Enya started a black metal band, all standing on a cliffside in the rain, beside a crumbling castle, staring at the sea

[wyrmzier]

1, 2 for as many as you want, and bonus 6 and 18 if you're up for it :))

1. What's your oc's gender identity? What's their relationship to their gender?

Ceall would be considered a trans man. He identifies simply in canon as a man. Ceall, I think, has a complex relationship with gender and a bit of internalized misogyny. In his world, women have more rights and are more respected. However, Ceall is the product of the old ways of thinking about women. His own strenuous relationship with his mother strained his view on womanhood, especially as he was raised mostly by his grandfather and uncle to be a warrior.

I think Ceall was also afraid of what happened to his mother happening to him. I'm not implying in anyway that Ceall's internal conflict with womanhood is what made him trans. I think no matter what he'd figure out he was a boy. He just has an honest fear, and been looked down upon by adults in his life when he was a "woman" which pushed him to transition earlier. No matter what womanhood never felt right.

Ceall I imagine was a little shit head about this until he became a soldier surprisingly and the death of his grandfather. Ceall I think learns to respect women as he gets into his 20s and interacts with them more and with his grandfather not whispering in his ear, but moreso I think he just doesn't respect himself. His views and ideas get challenged a lot with his daughter Fiadh and his sisters. Ceall also needs to examine his view of manhood too but I digress.

2. What's your oc's orientation? (Romantic/sexual/platonic alterous ect) Do they have opinions about it?

I'll go with Ceall again :3. Ceall I think in modern terms would be considered bisexual. In text he speaks often of the women he's slept with, there's an old soldier he supposedly has history with, and his love interest is a prince. Ceall often feels like he HAS to marry a woman (in his world same sex marriage doesn't exist), so he's avoided it for a long time especially as he can't actually have children which is another thing he's expected to have, but being in the Otherworld now he can marry who he wants (but still with the expectation to have children).

Ceall has no real opinions on his sexuality. He's not even the hugest fan of sex. Ceall usually has sex so he can feel in control, especially as his life feels out of control. So to him, it doesn't matter who he sleeps with. Ceall has not "dated" anyone because that would imply he may wish to marry them, up until Ódhran.

(Sketch of Ceall by @rennybu )

6. How does your oc feel about labels? Theirs, or in general?

I'm gonna go with Karma for this one. Karma identities as aroace. She LOVES being aroace and has no shame in it. Karma generally is a person that exists without shame. Karma grew up with a loving found family of sex workers and was very educated and at 18 was allowed to even work at the clubs as a waiter. Karma has seen it all and not one thing has sparked her interest. Which in Karma's mind means she's free forever! Her parents had a very unhappy marriage, and marriage felt very forced on her too. But Karma is happy by herself with her beloved cat and her found family.

For labels in general I feel like Karma is watching her friends have existential crisis about their sexuality and she's playing beyblade in the corner

18. Do you prefer to give your ocs specific labels, or keep it unspecified? Why? If applicable, do you change their labels depending on circumstance?

Hm! I think a bit of both. Usually I know what my ocs label would be in a modern setting in my head, but I usually don't apply them in canon since most of my ocs wouldn't have those words or labels. Like I usually have Zipporah in canon describe himself as a man born in the wrong body, or if he were to speak in his mother tongue of Hebrew he may refer to himself as a *zachar* or *androgynos*.

For the "why", why do I give specific labels in my head? I literally can't not do that, my brain doesn't allow any "unknowns" especially if it can easily be known. Zipporah doesn't identity with his birth gender so in a modern setting he'd be considered trans. Why deny the label if you just already know it?

For changing labels, sure, if the need arises, they change irl all the time.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Number 12.2

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Harry muttered as he sat, slumped at his desk. “It’s like the Guant’s were put on this planet to make my life a living hell.” He began to massage his temples, pushing his glasses up to his eyebrows.

“You’re making this about you.” Draco eyed him from his own desk. “There could be two suspects.”

Harry rolled his eyes, dropping his hands to his sides. “There is no record of any Gaunt being born after Tom Riddle.” He sniffed. “Why do you think that is?”

“Well, most likely it’s because of a terrible family reputation.” Draco leaned back in his chair and tapped the tip of his wand to his lower lip. “It chases you wherever you go. Maybe he’s using an alias.”

Harry frowned over at Draco, not oblivious to the dig at his own family name. “This other suspect. Are we set on the idea that it is indeed a suspect?”

“You mean a victim?”

Harry shrugged. He just hadn’t been able to fathom the fact that there are two wizards out there, working together to kidnap, torture and murder witches...without something going amuck.

Draco nodded, though, slowly and thoughtfully. “It could be.” He sighed. “Look, I need you to go see Fiadh without me.”

Harry smirked. “Still plan on chaperoning Hermione and Terry Boot on their date?” He might have emphasized the T of that last word.

Draco shifted, uncomfortably. “I intend to keep an eye on Granger. Don’t you think it’s rather curious, these frozen sheep who still try to communicate?”

Harry shrugged. “There’s always idiot kids fucking up spells. They probably think it’s fun.” Harry would know. He had his fun practicing spells with Ron in their youth once upon a time.

“Yes, if it were just one sheep. But an entire herd?” Draco shook his head, grimacing. “It’s suspect.”

“Are you not accompanying them to dinner, then?” Harry kicked his feet up onto his desk. “I hear East Cumbria is known for their Onion and cheese pies.”

Draco’s face slackened, his eyes staring blankly at Harry for a moment. “Those three things should never be mentioned together.”

Harry snorted.

“Do you think she fancies Boot? Or is she just trying to piss me off?”

“Is it working?”

“She's infuriating, of course it’s working.”

“I don’t know.” Harry hummed. “Terry Boot is rather dreamy. Bethany was definitely talking about him.”

Draco scowled and opened his mouth, no doubt to lob another insult at Harry when their office door opened.

Theo and Hermione walked in. Draco stiffened, his features suddenly impassive.

“Hello, boss.” Theo saluted Draco.

Hermione was shifting back and forth on her heeled feet. Harry hadn’t missed the sudden attention to her clothing. She typically wore pants to work and comfortable shoes. She was most likely suffering from aching feet at this point.

“How was lunch with Ginny?” Harry asked her.

She shrugged. “Productive. You’re having vanilla cake with vanilla buttercream and a raspberry filling.”

“That sounds wonderful.” Harry nodded, approvingly.

“Tomorrow, we pick out floral arrangements.” Theo added as he positioned himself against their office door. “Ready for a trip to East Cumbria, boss?”

Draco blinked twice, pulling his eyes away from Hermione. “Stop calling me that.”

“My apologies. Master, are you ready for a trip to East Cumbria?”

Hermione snorted and Draco’s eyes snapped back up to her, softening.

“Theo, I need you to join Potter today.”

Harry hadn’t seen that coming. “Why?”

“Because it isn’t safe for you to go alone.” Just the simple fact that Draco had considered Harry’s safety at all was enough to startle him into silence.

“Why doesn’t Theo just accompany me then?” Hermione asked, lifting her chin and crossing her arms.

“No, no.” Theo shook his head, with a pointed glare at Hermione. “I would love to accompany you, Potter. Where are we off to? Somewhere grand?”

Harry chuckled. “Yes, quite. A lovely field just outside of Hambleden.”

Theo grimaced but he put on a good show as he nodded to Draco. “Right, well, you had better hurry before Hermione misses her portkey. She doesn’t want to be late for her date, would she?” Theo reached into his coat pocket and produced an old wire spatula.

Draco’s nostrils flared as he pushed himself up to his feet. Hermione tensed and uncrossed her arms, dropping them instead to her sides. Theo jerked his hand out toward Draco, offering it directly to him.

Sliding his wand into his holster, Draco took the wired spatula, frowning at it. He held it and then looked at Theo.

Theo flicked his fingers at his friend. “Take her hand, mate.”

Hermione’s eyes widened but she didn’t wince or step away. Harry did nothing to hide the smile that grew on his face as he watched Draco look down at her hand, as if horror stricken, before finally he wrapped his hand around her fingers.

Theo’s grin was deviant. “Have fun, you two.” Hermione glared at him.

“Do try the onion pie for me, will you?” Harry winked and Draco glared at him.

With the spatula in one hand, Draco tightened his other around Hermione’s before they were sucked away to East Cumbria.

“That was fun.” Harry nodded as he pushed himself to his feet.

“It was, wasn’t it?” Theo pushed away from the door. “So, what’s in Hambleden?”

“Gypsies.” Harry said as he grabbed his coat. “You might want to charm your shoes.” Harry looked down to notice that Theo wore the same expensive sort of dragon hide leather shoes that Draco did. “Or, you know, wrap some trash bags around them?”

Theo’s joy over torturing Draco and Hermione seeped out of him. Harry watched him deflate, just like a balloon. “I should have gone to Cumbria.”

“Shoulda, woulda, coulda.” Harry shrugged, and opened the door to his office, ready to drag Theo through the mud.

[fetznerdeathrecords]

Förfallet - Ve

Post-Black Metal from Stockholm, Sweden

Förfallet formed in Stockholm in early 2019 as a collective way of expressing the hopelessness, loss of belief, grief and depression emerging from society’s downfall and the inevitable self destruction of the individual. Vinyl will be available in collaboration with Fiadh Productions and Void Sounds Records.

1. Obotlig 07:02 2. Ingenstans 07:41 3. Passiv 08:58 4. Ruinerna 09:40 5. Farsot 08:14

Release date: September 16th, 2024

[dungeonsynthguide]

Frog Concert Slumbering Sounds of the Frog Fellowship (2023, Fiadh Productions)

[cavedwellermusic]

Bull Of Apis Bull Of Bronze – The Fractal Ouroboros (2023)

James looks at The Fractal Ouroboros, the long awaited second album from Colorado experimental RABM act Bull Of Apis Bull Of Bronze, released December 21st on Fiadh Productions and Vita Detestabilis Records.

Colorado based RABM masters Bull of Apis Bull of Bronze have given us an album with a shocking amount of both ritualistic atmosphere and punishing dissonance. The release not only lives up to the legacy of the band’s debut but breaks completely new ground, not just for the band but for the genre as a whole. Their furious rallying cry to dismantle oppressive systems is captured fully, but also imbued with an unsettling essence of dark mysticism. In short if you want an album that will get you tear down society in its current form but also leave you feeling somewhat haunted, then this is the release for you.

Read James' full review and listen to and order the album at the link below:

[wolven-maw]

GOSPEL OF THE CLAW vinyl is now LIVE!! Limited run of 20 (less now) get em while the gettin's good!

[dcwnthercbbithcle]

🐎 ---- How strong is your muse? Could they fight someone with a stronger skillset than them? — for Fiadh, Sally & Evan!

🐱---- Is your muse graceful? Do they possess a skill that they're quite precise and never sloppy with? — for Wyatt & Sally!

UNKNOWN HEADCANON MEME || NOT ACCEPTING BC I FORGOR

GOD I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS ONE FOR A LONG WHILE AND HONESTLY?? I'm not entirely sure how to compare and field brackets of who's tougher for Sally and Fiadh!

For Evan, well, Evan is Just a Guy. I love him, but he is no supernatural creature, and if I'm being honest with you, he isn't a good fighter either. He doesn't have the benefit of a scrapping history like David, nor has he ever been taught how to fight, like Kazan for instance. Evan is just built like a brick shithouse. He has muscles and weight to back them up, he knows how to wield a machete and work simple enough mechanics to rig up traps and weapons, and that's it! Maybe you could say that through being groomed by his father, and being coerced into acting as an enforcer in the mines (under threat of his own health) that maybe he may have learned to throw a mean punch. But that's it!

Put him against a guy like Kazan, there's no contest. Evan is getting ripped through like tissue paper, I'm sorry. Even with people like say The Legion, I would argue that their VASTLY superior agility in comparison to him would thrust him into the losing side.

MORE UNDER THE CUT: also I'll have to answer your second question in a different ask because this got LOOOOONG

Now Fiadh, she's just a straight-up god, or demi-god, if you want to be more particular about things, given she is the product of another god's creation. So, already, she's REALLY REALLY friggin powerful. However, she is pretty undisciplined and impulsive, and untrained like Evan! She has learned to be a survivalist and expert ranger in her terrain but take away the home court advantage, she probably won't do as hot. Likewise, she's not a warrior. A hunter? Absolutely. Tracker? Expert. But put her against prey that will hunt back against her and have strength on the same level as her? She's going DOWN. Her agility will only take her so far, and she's more likely to scatter like coyotes from a gunshot than try to stand her ground against insurmountable odds like another god deciding it's had enough of her shit.

For her comparison, you only gotta look as far as Leshy. Because she HAS tried to fight him before, in fact, three times, comes to memory, and all three times, she lost horrifically. Thankfully for Fiadh, all it takes is a bucket of blood to get back up and patch her wounds together! on that topic

BUT SALLY???? GOD HOLY FUCK, I don't know how to even begin to measure Sally. I know I have compared Fiadh in the past to being a force of nature, but jesus h. Sally is the same if not worse. Fiadh you can reason with, mostly. You can talk to her. But Sally is not that way, not anymore. If you are on the receiving end of Sally's wrath, all you can do hope to do is delay the time when she's able to kill you. Blessings, trinkets, talismans, hell, even a goddamn exorcism have only managed to slow her down, and once the strength of such efforts has run their course. She's right the hell back to draining the life out of you and slowly ripping your soul out, fraction by fraction through her infestation-like haunting.

AND HONESTLY THAT'S ALL I CAN THINK TO COMPARE HER TO: an infestation, an infection. Now, this only applies to Sally outside the realm, but she attacks you like a virus. You let her in through a cut, disrespecting the hallowed halls of the asylum, deliberately taunting the dead, fuck even summoning her and she gets in. It starts small, the usual haunting fare, shadows in the corner of your vision, feeling anxious, unexplained phenomena around you.

Then it escalates, now you're fucking seeing her, not just corner of your eyes but there she is. End of a corridor, middle of a crowd, just floating there as if hung by an invisible noose, mocking you. No one else can see her but you swear she's getting closer and closer and you can see her impacting the physical world. Or at least, you think so, maybe it's hallucinations but you can swear you see it and the things are moving but when you turn away and look back, everything is as it should be.

Now, your mind is getting foggier, memories are blurring together, and you have this miserable, constant headache, then it starts getting rougher. You have a cough now; where did it come from? Who knows. You go to a hospital, but no one can help you. They say nothing is wrong. You feel like you're breathing in through a straw, rigorous activities? You can forget about it. Now you're getting paler, people are telling you that you look sick, and you feel it too. She's now standing 12 feet away from you at all times. It's easier to count the times she's left your side than it is the time she spends by you. It's incessant, and, even though you never see them, you KNOW her eyes are boring holes right through you.

You wish you could go to sleep, to escape her for a time, but despite the mounting exhaustion that seems to grow more and more, you can't sleep. Your body won't let you. It's not insomnia, it's self-defence, you know the second your eyes close, she will kneel over your chest and start to choke you. You always wake up before it goes black, more decrepit than before, but you almost wish she would make sure you didn't wake up. But you always do, there is no escaping this hell, and you will suffer it until she decides to release you. IF she decides to release you. Some people have suffered this awful fate of hers for up to 40 years, others only lasted a week.

Sally is just a really nasty, REALLY powerful spirit, and I honestly feel the entity nerfed her more than anything. Her greatest weakness is that she cannot be physically present in the earthly realm too often due to how powerful she is. When she isn't haunting and hunting, she exists in limbo, regaining her strength until the other spirits of Crotus Prenn call on her or she feels the hatred of the disrespect reaching out to her.

[teaktty]

Lust Hag! i love this

finding so many cool trans musicians and artists!

[inthewindtunnel]

Moss Knight

'Neath the Dim Light of the New Moon, a Chorus of Rimewood Faeries Bless the Ondan (Latticed Frostberry Pie, Frittered Apple, and Warm Honeymilk Tea)

[chrisryanspeaks]

Cali Bellow Announces New Album Ciao Bella, Unveils Goldin Scepter / Get Inside EP

Cali Bellow, the long-standing brainchild of Los Angeles musician and writer Leah B. Levinson—known for her work as the bassist and vocalist of the ecstatic black metal band Agriculture, signed to The Flenser—continues to blur the lines between internal landscapes and external realities with her studio project. With four full-length albums, two mixtapes, two EPs, and over a decade of creative exploration, Levinson now returns with her fifth album, Ciao Bella, slated for release on October 25 via Fiadh Productions. Ciao Bella marks both a new chapter and a reflective journey for Cali Bellow, encapsulating ten years of experimental sound design and an array of eclectic influences. The album crafts a sonic tapestry that is as diverse as it is cohesive, offering a rich exploration of Levinson's evolving artistry. To set the stage for this significant release, Cali Bellow unveils the Goldin Scepter / Get Inside EP, a trio of tracks that tease the album's intricate blend of styles, themes, and innovative approaches, providing a glimpse into the complex world Levinson has created with Ciao Bella. Read the full article

[audiofuzz]

Cali Bellow Announces New Album Ciao Bella, Unveils Goldin Scepter / Get Inside EP

Cali Bellow, the long-standing brainchild of Los Angeles musician and writer Leah B. Levinson—known for her work as the bassist and vocalist of the ecstatic black metal band Agriculture, signed to The Flenser—continues to blur the lines between internal landscapes and external realities with her studio project. With four full-length albums, two mixtapes, two EPs, and over a decade of creative exploration, Levinson now returns with her fifth album, Ciao Bella, slated for release on October 25 via Fiadh Productions. Ciao Bella marks both a new chapter and a reflective journey for Cali Bellow, encapsulating ten years of experimental sound design and an array of eclectic influences. The album crafts a sonic tapestry that is as diverse as it is cohesive, offering a rich exploration of Levinson's evolving artistry. To set the stage for this significant release, Cali Bellow unveils the Goldin Scepter / Get Inside EP, a trio of tracks that tease the album's intricate blend of styles, themes, and innovative approaches, providing a glimpse into the complex world Levinson has created with Ciao Bella. Read the full article