#gothmetal

[helenalwrites]

Twenty years ago today, this album was released to the world. It is definitely one that made a HUGE impact on me. It helped me through a lot. It had a massive influence on my taste in music as it helped me discover so many other bands. Fallen and Evanescence was just the beginning of so munch more music that has really taken over and impacted my life as well as inspired me with my art and writing. Music has also been there for me big time as I’ve gone through things. It’s saved me in ways nothing else has because it’s helped me feel what I couldn’t explain with my own words. I owe a lot to this album for being the beginning of the music that’s helped hold me together through my best and worst times, inspire me, and so much more. It deserves this recognition. It’s hard to believe it’s been 20 years now. #music #anniversary #album #evanescence #evanescencefan #evanescencefallen #fallen #fallenalbum #evanescenceforever #evanescence #ilovemusic #rockmusic #metalmusic #gothmetal #musicchangeslives #musicchangedmylife #writerslife #favoritemusic #mylife #releaseanniversary #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #writersofig #whenwordsfailmusicspeaks #musiclover #musicislife #musicrocks https://www.instagram.com/p/CpYdxgWLsT1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[d-e-r-n-e-b-e-l]

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 . . . @deathlesslegacy 🖤 @alessiolucatti 🖤 @ribellula_music 🖤 @stevadeathlessofficial 🖤 @fraterorion 🖤 @revyla_zireael 🖤 @nicomindahead 🖤 @scarletrecords 🖤 @domino_black_metal_cat 🖤 🐱 . . . #deathlesslegacy #materlarvarum #scarletrecords #blackmetal #dark #deathmetal #heavymetal #horrormetal #occultmetal #gothicmetal #gothic #gothmetal #gothaesthetic #gothsofinstagram #symphonicmetal #occultism #occult #nun #blasphemy #metalheadsofinstagram #metalhead #metalheads #instametal #cat #blackmetalcat #cdcollector #cdcollection #metalcollector #metalcollection #cdjunkie (à Strasbourg, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp-Q9T4oaI4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sunshinenomind]

Go listen to the album or don’t I don’t care #metal #metalhead #minoroffense #doommetal #gothmetal #goth #egirl #music #metalmusic #blackmetal #doom #rock #rockmusic https://www.instagram.com/p/CpgKXNiO3Qd/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[aloysiusscrimshaw]

Don’t get it twisted… • • • Machines by any means… • • • #submersiblemachines #ai #aiscrimshaw #postblackmetal #numetal #dsbm #deathmetal #metal #metalcore #goth #gothboy #gothaesthetic #gothmetal #gothmusic #industrialmusic #postindustrial #postindustrialmusic #scrimshaw #🦈👁 #🦈👁aiscrimshaw (at Cyber_ghetto_store) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co2HNvmLQ5Q/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[voorhees1138]

🍄💿🤘🏻🔥 #mushroomhead #mushroomheadofficial #cdaddict #metalband #thirteen #industrialmetal #gothmetal #metalasfuck #cdporn #metalforever #albums #compactdisc #musiclover #musicislife #13 https://www.instagram.com/p/CmkRacWAiD2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[spikevalentine]

/ My winter playlist. #Katatonia #ParadiseLost #Dissection #StrappingYoungLad #Moonspell #CradleOfFilth #GothMetal #DeathDoom #IndustrialMetal #BlackenedDeathMetal #VampiricBlackMetal #NuMetal #BlackMetal (at Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmirVXgulPO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[one-winged-dreams]

✨When you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (Positivity is cool)!!🎶✨

(No pressure btw <3)

@sapphire-heart-tippy

FINALLY GETTING AROUND TO THIS, OKAY

[modaonlinemagazalari]

https://www.modaonlinemagazalari.com/moda-markas/gothmetic/

Gothmetic

[enqmind]

Fic!

This is what happens when you've recently read baby trapping fics and then have a conversation about what foods you can't eat around taking certain medications.

Soap/Female Reader WC: 1.4k 18+ content.

Warnings: Baby trapping, manipulation, tampering with contraceptives, tampering with food, technically poisoning, misuse of a dietary supplement. Noncon, despite containing no actual sex (because baby trapping).

Reader notes: Implied to dislike marmite, probably isn't Scottish, dislikes masks (not a covid denier. they just make her uncomfortable).

Gothmet

 Johnny has been cooking a lot lately.

 “Trying to take after your compatriot?”

 He’d laughed at that.

 “I think you’ll find I don’t hit my Boiling Point quite so fast, love.”

 You suspected he’d last five minutes in food service, since you’re not actually allowed to explode the sous chef.

 But as a home cook? Oh, he was passable.

 His latest creation was squid ink ravioli filled with an avant garde bacon and nigella seed concoction.

 It was interesting, but good was a different question.

 “Do you like it?” He asked, puppy dog enthusiasm radiating off of him in waves.

 “… I don’t know,” you confessed. “It’s certainly interesting, but I’m not sure one way or the other.”

 You half expected his face to fall, but instead he looked thoughtful as he took a considered bite.

 “Aye, I see what you mean. This’ll take some workshopping. You willing to be my taste tester?” 

 You grinned at him over your wine.

 “It would be my pleasure.”

 “And that is my top priority, after all.”

 He didn’t seem discouraged by the half hearted kick under the table, especially if his enthusiasm for ‘dessert’ was considered.

 His new culinary interest expanded to baking.

 The next day he presented you with a zebra cake with the highest contrast you’d ever seen. The chocolate stripes were almost jet black.

 “I got some o’  that ultra Dutch processed cocoa to try making my own oreos. Ordered one of them special biscuit cutters too, but it hasn’t arrived yet. So I decided to make a very accurate zebra cake.”

 “You ordered one for bourbons too, right?”

 “What do you take me for, hen? Some kind of godless heathen?”

 You raised your hands placatingly.

 “Just making sure, Johnno. Gotta check to see if you’ve been replaced by a sexy doppelganger every now and then.”

 He squinted at you.

 “Yeah, well. You’ll get your bourbons. With bourbon cream, mind.”

 “Always trying to ply me with something, aren’t you?”

 He looked scandalised when you laughed.

 Within the week he had those biscuits ready for you. True to his word the bourbons had bourbon cream and the orefauxs (as he called them) had Baileys cream. Both were as black as the devil’s bottom.

 “I might need a new wardrobe soon if you keep this up,” you joked between mouthfuls.

 “Ah, I’ll just help you work it off. Or just buy you a new one.”

 The look you gave him might not have been as withering as you’d hoped, but he seemed to get the message.

 “I’ll try to bake you something healthier next time.”

 Something healthier meant a coal black loaf of bread.

 “It’s a black bread,” he said cheerily, “it’s got rye in it. Thought might as well go the whole hog and added some activated charcoal to make it as black as you like your coffee.”

 It was with a heavy sigh that you turned your eyes to him.

 “I can’t eat this.”

 His face did fall this time.

 “Oh. You allergic to rye? Or are you afraid I’ve slipped some marmite in?”

 “My marmite take is neither here nor there. The problem is that I’m on the pill and activated charcoal can make it not work.”

 “Oh, shit.”

 He looked so crestfallen that you felt even worse.

 “Sorry.”

 “No, no. It’s my fault. Shoulda considered that.”

 You tore off a chunk and slathered it with butter, just to see him light up a little.

 “Well, I guess half a loaf over a couple days can’t hurt too much.”

 His grin was blinding.

 “Ah, but what am I gonna do with all this spare activated charcoal? I cannae eat it all meself.”

 You gave him a grin of your own.

 “Could live up to your callsign and use it to make soap. Good for the skin and all that.”

 “Ah,” he said sagely. “So that’s why they kept showing me that melt and pour stuff. I was starting to think I’d have to assassinate Bezos for knowing too much. How’d he even find out?”

 You chuckle as you eat your chunk of bread.

 “It’s really good,” you mumbled, delight rendering you mannerless.

 Johnny puffed up with pride.

 “I’ll try a different colourant next time. Still got that squid ink, after all.”

 “How is recipe development, by the way?”

 “Can’t complain. I’ll have another plate for you in a couple o’ days.”

 “I look forward to it!”

 In the meantime you were working your way through the biscuits, cake and that half a loaf.

 The second round of ravioli was divine. Exactly what was different was a question, but if Johnny was going to continue to be a magician in the kitchen then he was allowed a few secrets.

 He joked that this was the way to your heart, and he wasn’t far wrong. There was something about a handsome and rugged man cooking for you that was so very seductive. So less ‘way to your heart’ and ‘way into your knickers’.

 His culinary adventures continued with a squid ink version of the bread (still delicious, barely tasted different) and so much chocolatey goodness.

 Despite previously thinking such things impossible, you liked chocolate as much as the next woman, it was getting more than a bit much.

 “Don’t worry. I’ll take a break on the old chocolate,” he reassured you over some jjajangmyeon. “I’ve got a few more ideas up my sleeve.”

 He bought you a pie.

 It was rectangular, but certainly a pie.

 “I thought you said you made buns?”

 “I did hen, a bun at least. This is a black bun, it’s traditional around Hogmanay.”

 When he cut it open you could see why it was called that.

 The filling was dark as a moonless night and chock full of dried fruit.

 Granted, you were a bit leery, but you gave it a shot and were pleasantly surprised.

 “This is good. Remind me to come ‘round yours for New Year��s.”

 “It’ll be an invitation, not a reminder, lass.”

 You grinned, even with currents stuck in your teeth.

 The next thing he bought you was fudge.

 You were more dubious about this one than the pie.

 “Why is it black?”

 “It’s liquorice flavoured. Me mam asked me to make some, thought I’d let you try it too.”

 Maybe you could deal with the dried fruit, but the liquorice was a bit much. All sorts were one thing, but this flavour and this texture? It was weird and gritty and didn’t go. No thank you.

 “Well, you win some you lose some,” he grinned, “they can’t all be winners.”

 The liquorice might not have been, but the black sesame seed mochi certainly was.

 “It’s good in a porridge too, they use rice starch to thicken it.”

 You raised an eyebrow at him.

 “Porridge without oats? Do your countrymen know you’re speaking such blasphemy?”

 “Aye, aye. Fair point. You keep this schtumm and I'll work on some fusion cuisine so they don’t burn me in Parliament square.”

 It took a few days, but the proper black sesame seed porridge was welcome. You’d been feeling a little under the weather lately.

 “So what do we call this? Scorean? Kortish?”

 “Please stop.”

 “You’re no fun.”

 Johnny pouted.

 “Oh right. Before I forget; what happened to that soap making? Or am I just not getting any?” It was your turn to pout.

 “Ah, I decided to go cold process. So it’ll be ready when I get back from deployment.”

 You nodded.

 “Do you want me to bring some down when I come pick you up so we can throw it at Simon? ‘Cause he’s gonna need it with that fucking mask he’s always wearing.”

 Johnny’s eyebrow’s rose.

 “I still don’t get why you hate it so much.”

 “I swear he’s making faces at me under that thing.”

 “Really?” He asked dubiously.

 “I just don’t like it. He gives me a weird vibe.”

 Johnny looked affronted.

 “Hey-“

 “Because of the mask. Hated it during the pandemic, too. I’d last three minutes in Japan in the winter.”

 “I’ll take you in the summer then,” he smiled softly, placated.

 You rolled your eyes affectionately.

 “I’ll hold you to that.”

 As ever, it was with a heavy heart that you saw him off the next day.

 He did leave you with some treats to tide you over. Another black bun, some biscuits (chocolate was back on the menu) and a box of lovely dark parkin. Altogether, it should last most of the time he was away.

 It didn’t.

 You stress ate most of it when you found out you were pregnant.

[is-she-suffering]

Trasher 1999/2000

Queen Adreena: From Chainsaws to GothMetal~ from Thrasher Argue with me if you like but when you see Queen Adreena live and when you hear them on CD, they sound like two different groups. Live, we hear two separate distinct sounds that come from Queen Adreena, the screamingly loud, gothadelic experience of the band live and the sweetly neurotic gothmetal of their CD “TAXIDERMY”. Katie Jane Garside was the original riot grrl or at least one of the top three, according to Courtney Love, who includes herself, of course, as one of two others. (The last one is Kate Bjelland from Babes In Toyland). Garside, from ‘91 to '93, screamed her way to the cliff’s edge of a nervous breakdown as the lead singer of the, London based, delightfully dysfunctional, alternative rock band “Daisy Chainsaw”. She bailed on the band and the music biz. “If I hadn’t left it would have killed me,” and took off for the mountains. “I couldn’t bleed in words, I couldn’t bleed in lyrics- I could only bleed in performance and that meant me attacking me, literally.” She said. “I bellowed my heart out in the middle of these mountains”. She said. “That’s when magic happened”. She said. And this was when she decided she couldn’t be without creating her own music. The hard work could begin. “I had been trying to make something mine that wasn’t,” she reflects back on her time with Daisy Chainsaw. She struggled with writing and recording 'till she had the basis of her new project, Queen Adreena. Last Wednesday around 11 p.m., I walked into Johnny Depp’s Viper Room in Hollywood to check out where Queen Adreena was really at. As the thunderous music began and the curtains parted the first thing I saw was Katie Jane sitting with her legs up revealing, at the bottom of her torn old fashioned slip, a heart medicine pump attached to her red-stockinged leg with a tube that disappeared supposedly into her heart. Her hair was a tangled mess in front of her face, ornamented with a bunch of faked pink flowers that came off as she gyrated. The mic in her hand was a lot more than a mere sound device. That girl has a way with the thing that (almost) made me blush. Mic hidden in all her hair, I could hear her begin to let loose her new demons. I could tell right away: it wasn’t a tornado that sent this Dorothy to Oz. The rest of the band has intimate knowledge of the yellow brick road also. Drummer Billy Freedom, in death mask make-up, sat behind his drums stripped to the waist at least with his legs bare. (I could discern no clothing at all. But I’m not complaining). His café au lay muscles were dripping with sweat as he tortured his drum kit. (All right). Ex-Daisy Chainsaw guitarist/song writer Crispin Gray cranked his ax at a furious rate while lookin’ like he’s been trapped in his own private coffin for the 7 years since Chainsaw broke up. (Hate having tan lines too, but I go about it in a very different way). Now for my personal new fantasy man: tall, gorgeous, raven haired, purple dress wearing, bassist Orson Wajih. Looked like yum personified, while scraffing the crowd with his machine gun riffs. They came on like a monsoon with a grudge. So while the stage performance of Queen Adreena is balls to the wall heavy metal, with Katie Jane coming out of the Iggy Pop school of dread ahead music, the CD allows her sweet, sometimes angelic voice push the music to a different level. I’m adding “Taxidermy” to my collection.

[d-e-r-n-e-b-e-l]

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 . . . @sanity_obscure_official 🖤 @schloessi78 🖤 @jenna_sanity.obscure 🖤 @checkolade 🖤 @dansemacabrerecords 🖤 @domino_black_metal_cat 🖤 🐱 . . . #sanityobscure #through #dansemacabrerecords #metal #undergroundmetalband #gothicmetal #gothic #gothmetal #femalefrontedmetalband #femalemetalsinger #germanmetalband #metalheadsofinstagram #metalhead #metalheads #instametal #cat #blackmetalcat #cdcollector #cdcollection #doom #doommetal #cdcollector #cdcollection #metalcollector #metalcollection #musiccollection #musiccollector #recordcollector #recordcollection #metalmusic (à Strasbourg, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp8fA28oymj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[swivaller]

TYPE O NEGATIVE * FLESHGOD STYLE - You prayed for my existance

You Prayed me into existance Type O Negative and Fleshgod inspired #typeonegative #petersteele #goth #metal #gothic #octoberrust #doommetal #bloodykisses #joshsilver #kennyhickey #gothicmetal #johnnykelly #gothgirl #metalhead #s #heavymetal #worldcomingdown #gothmetal #greenman #ton

[blogapart3bis]

Madder Mortem: Old Eyes, New Heart

Aujourd'hui sur Blog à part – Madder Mortem: Old Eyes New Heart L'adage nomen est omen se vérifie souvent, comme avec Madder Mortem, à la fois cinglé et macabre. La preuve avec ce nouvel album, Old Eyes, New Heart. #ProgMetal #GothMetal

En musique, et particulièrement en metal, l’adage nomen est omen se vérifie souvent. Par exemple avec Madder Mortem, qui est à la fois cinglé et macabre. La preuve avec ce nouvel album, Old Eyes, New Heart, qui fait suite à Marrow, dont je vous avais parlé il y a un peu plus de cinq ans. Madder Mortem est une formation norvégienne avec plus de trente ans existence. Elle se caractérise par un…

[aloysiusscrimshaw]

Tits on a boar… • • • The musician is dead… • • • #🦈👁 #experimentalmusic #vaporslave #vaporgoth #alt #emo #grunge #goth #aesthetic #vaporwave #sadtrap #trap #trapbeats #producer #experimentalhiphop #trapmetal #darkwave #darkfolk #dsbm #shoegaze #hyperpop #drillmusic #pop #bedroompop #industrialmusic #industrialmusicforindustrialpeople #gothaesthetic #gothmetal #postblackmetal #postblackmetalshoegaze (at Cyberspace) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmgrsdnrVI1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[brutal1sm]

#gothic #gothmetal #crimeandpunishment #raskolnikov #blackmetal

[venustra]

About the storyline (in short): An orphaned teen in a gritty early century-esque timeline, comes into possession of an amulet that casts the desires of its holder. In this case, to take revenge on a sadistic headmaster of the orphanage that threw him out and caused a close friend of his to die because of food poisoning. These friends were supposed to run away to join the traveling circus that was set up miles out from town. But after this tragedy, ends up taking possession of their life forces with this amulet and burning the orphanage. While police chase after him on foot, he sticks with his original plan to join the circus after chasing after a train that takes him in that general direction. After some thought, he convinces himself that he could take over the circus with this newer power. I hope you dig it! Thank you for your time! _Ronan