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charlie-rulerofhell · 1 year ago

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Lord of the Lost - The electric plug of the iron maiden

So yesterday I stumbled across this interview with Chris in the new Sonic Seducer magazine. It was pretty short and didn't exactly give us the most specactular news, but as always, Chris had some nice things to say (such as about the bass track on 'The Curtain Falls', speaking up politically or participating at ESC again (ARD, I'm staring at you very intensely, you know what to do!)). And since I was on a short train ride anyway, I used the time to type down some translation for you all. Enjoy!

Lord of the Lost

The electric plug of the iron maiden*

(* the article purposefully doesn't use the band name 'Iron Maiden' here, but the literal German translation 'Eiserne Jungfrau', probably because the journalist thinks they're funny)

Christoph Kutzer

The very moment that the ESC-hype has cooled down, Lord of the Lost are back to continuous operation on various stages. Whether it's at the Agra hall of the WGT or in the Nokia Arena of Finnish Tampere: Energetic live shows are guaranteed. Then there are also the new songs on the extended edition of 'Blood and Glitter'. Chris Harms talked to us about the most recent events, the bass of Iron Maiden's subwoofer Steve Harris and about how Michael Jackson's guitarist found her way to a LOTL record.

Question: Right now, you are constantly alternating between playing club shows, festivals and support shows for Iron Maiden. Isn't that quite a challenge?

Chris: For us as a band it doesn't really matter where we're playing. It's very common to play at different festivals for a varying amount of stage time, on smaller and bigger stages. So we're used to that for a while now. Actually, all the logistics have become easier for us, since we now have an own crew member for every position and every thing that needs to be done. We [as a band] do not have to set up the stage nor do we need to take it down. Sometimes, the moment that the concert begins is the first time that I enter the stage, which I haven't even seen all day long. This way, we as a band get the chance to fully concentrate on doing what we're actually there for: making music. Plus, it offers many well-payed jobs for all the lovely people of our crew. For them of course, this modular setup is a challenge, with all the planning that needs to be done and the stage itself as a construction site, when you play a Maiden show one day, a club show the other, and then on the third day some open air concert.

Question: You are now touring with Iron Maiden for the second time. Have you noticed any differences in the audience?

Chris: That's hard to tell at this point, because as of now we only had one proper Maiden show this year, which took place in Tampere, Finland. We did know the Finnish audience since 2010, but only from festivals or performing as headliners, so it was definitely a different experience. But we'll continue our journey with Maiden in the next days. Just today, we have arrived in England, right now I'm enjoying the evening sun on some English highway rest stop, roughly hundred kilometres north of London.

Question: Did something change for you concerning the requirements? Did your show get bigger? The venues do have impressive sizes …

Chris: Well, the internal setup of Maiden's stage is the same as last year, it might just look different to the outside. This is why we could keep the foundation of our 2022 setup, while implementing some reasonable expansions. To make this tour, we had to ramp up quite a bit, because we practically have to offer a complete production where every single plug is our own. Maiden just gives us one big power plug, and they attach us to their light and sound system, but the rest is ours. Iron Maiden have a great, kind and helpful crew, we made some beautiful friendships there, and it's always an amazing teamwork.

Question: For the shows, you have brought a new opener, 'The Curtain Falls'. I was impressed by everything Klaas is playing there. Is that some hidden reference to Steve Harris?

Chris: Well, it actually is to some degree. After the Maiden tour of last year, I bought myself Steve Harris's signature model of the Fender P-Bass, kind of as a memory to this alleged once-in-a-lifetime experience. So this led to me writing one song on this exact bass, imagining the kind of song that I would like to open the summer shows with. I wanted to write something that, in my eyes, would be the perfect opener. That's how 'The Curtain Falls' came to be. And since all these bass lines from the demo in which I played every instrument on my own have shaped the song so much, we actually kept my original bass track for the final version of the song. Klaas said: 'Let's keep your track, it has so much spontaneity and soul, you cannot reproduce that for the album version. But I'm looking forward to playing that live.'

Question: Were 'The Curtain Falls' and 'noituLOVEr' only produced after the original record was completed? Since both songs are just on the newest edition.

Chris: Exactly, both songs were written when 'Blood & Glitter' had already been in press. All the other new songs were actually recorded together with the rest of the album in Finland, March 2022, but we wanted to keep them for the extended version. It would have been too many duets for the main record.

Question: One of those features has the guitarist Jennifer Batten, who has become quite a legend with her collaboration with Michael Jackson.

Chris: A friend of mine is playing the bass in Jennifer's solo band. He told me that she really enjoyed LOTL when he showed her some tracks that one time. So I gathered all my courage and asked him to ask her for a guest solo. She said 'yes' immediately. The little boy in me who had watched this legendary 'Live in Bukarest' concert of Michael Jackson on tv back then in the 90s, and who totally lost it seeing Jennifer Batten play, was very very happy once we found out that Jennifer would actually be part of a LOTL track.

Question: Since we're already at special moments: How did you experience your performance this year at WGT? Was that a little bit like coming home?

Chris: In a way, WGT is always like coming home. But this year I could finally put this really big checkmark behind another dream: For one time, being the headliner at WGT at the Agra hall.

Question: But apart from scene borders, you actually have one of the most colourful audiences you could imagine in front of a stage. Is the typical Lord of the Lost fan willing to face all these new surprises? Like the glitter currently, which might not have been that expected?

Chris: Hm. I think the glitter was actually not that surprising at all. It has always been a part of us. Maybe not to this extent or this concentrated. Also, luckily there is no typical Lord of the Lost fan. All of them are so unbelievably diverse, and I think that's fantastic!

Question: In November, you will play at Gothic Meets Klassik again. Then there is the LORDFEST in December. I would imagine both events to be very preparation-heavy. Where do you get all that time from?

Chris: Well, the Gothic Meets Klassik event has been prepared for years. We were supposed to play there in 2020 or 2021, I cannot properly recall, but then it had to be postponed. So all the notes have already been written. For everything else, we do have three rehearsal days in Leipzig, right before the show. That's it. Which means that the hardest part of the preparation for me right now is to actually buy a nice suit. For the LORDFEST, most of the preparation is done by our crew and the local production, so it's all in the hands of other people who'll get the instruction from us to arrange everything as we want it to be, and within a certain given budget. The only thing we need to do is come up with a setlist, get in touch with some surprise guests, then rehearse for two or three days, and then we can already get on stage.

Question: I feel like over the years you have taken a more and more political stance. Was that just not this visible before when you hadn't yet been this much in the spotlight or was there a growing need not to leave certain things uncommented?

Chris: I have always been someone who wouldn't keep quiet about these things, but back then I was quicker to get intimidated by those people who tell you to 'make music and not politics', which is utter bullshit of course. Apart from that, I gotta say that I still don't see it as political to think that Nazis are shit. But yeah, when I have to stand up and fight for a freer, more tolerant and sympathetic world, then I will always do that. Online and in real life.

Question: Will you be watching the upcoming ESC together as a band event and revel in your memories?

Chris: If we do find the time, we will do that. But even more importantly, we will apply again every single year. Even when it's practically a given that we won't be allowed to participate again after having come last once. But the experience was so awesome, we need to have that again!

#lord of the lost #lotl #chris harms #sonic seducer #my translation

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cosmic-bat · 1 year ago

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I originally didn’t want to make a post about the London meet and greet because I don't want to come across like I'm bragging or anything but if anyone (@spooky-cowfish especially) really does want to read about it then here you go...

So we go into the main gig hall and the boys are all standing at the barrier, well Chris is straddling it and has trouble getting over which was quite funny. They count us a few times as everyone filters in which made it felt like a school trip😂.

After the initial hello they say they're gonna do individual photos and talking/questions so they all split off in different directions. Pi walks straight towards me and my new queue friend and we were not prepared 😂 we awkwardly say hi and take photos, he asked if I wanted anything signed and I had a small rainbow flag but I'd forgotten a pen so he said he'd come back to sign it. Can I just say his eyes are so piercing!!! Like woah!!!! He has great energy too.

Next I went to Gared and the awkwardness had gone so I managed to chat and joke with him more. He's super nice and quick witted, very funny. I managed to borrow a pen from someone and made a stupid joke about him being left handed and he went "No I'm just trying it out" 🤣😭 I'm sorry Gared. I told him to just sign anywhere but he said "No, I have to do it properly" he's so sweet!!

Then I went to Klaas and omfg, first thing I did was ask for a hug so we hugged and I squeezed his waist (it had to be done). He is so lovely, we chatted about fancy venues and he bragged about how he saw ghost years ago in a nice small venue, his favourite Ghost song is Mummy Dust btw! I can't lie, I was just staring at his long hair and cute glasses for a bit without realising🤣.

Then I got to Nik and he was the most prepared cuz he actually brought a pen lmao. Anyway he's super chill and easy to talk to, he asks you where you're from and how far you've travelled to get there. After he signed my flag I say danke cuz it just comes out naturally now and he looks me dead in the eye and says "You're welcome" LOL.

Before leaving him Pi was walking past so I called out and asked for him to use Nik's pen to sign my flag and ofc he was like "Oooo what pen am I using?😏" Nik handed him the sharpie and was like "This one, not the other one down boy. That's later" and I was standing there like 👁👄👁 wtf is happening right now.

And then Chris was left. He's just so lovely and sweet too omg! When he took my phone to take a selfie (I think we had all decided the boys to take the pics cuz they're good at it lol) he somehow changed the camera to video and omg it's my favourite thing, he says "It's filming!" when we realise it's a video and I've had it going around and around in my head for days🤣. I get a selfie with him and then he takes a pic of our shoes cuz apparently his new photo thing is shoes. My mouth works faster than my brain so I say "Wikifeet?" as a joke and he's like "No it's not a kink thing."

Anyway I ask him to sign the flag and am about to shout for anyone with a pen I can borrow again but Chris is like "I'll go steal Nik's." and he just runs off to get it🤣. I go to help him hold the flag tight so it's easier to sign like I did with the others but he's there holding it against his thigh figuring out which side is the right one😂.

Then it's the group photo in the final minutes, so everyone is walking towards the barrier, I am stupidly walking backwards and fucking walk into Nik omfg PSA: look where you're walking otherwise you may bump into a drummer! Klaas appears next to me out of nowhere then he kneels down on the floor (you can see this in the London group photo lmao), so I'm like 'oh god I'm gonna have to get down there too otherwise it'll look weird' so I awkwardly get on the floor and copy his pose cuz no way am I gonna be down there on both my knees😂 A few photos were taken with count downs done in multiple languages. Then Klaas stands back up so effortlessly and I'm there struggling cuz my platform boots are heavy. Once I'm up Klaas says "You made it!" like ha ha yeahhhh.... I should start working out😂

Finally we say bye then us lot get taken into a corridor that's on the other side of the venue instead of being let back out into the queue outside. So I'm there chatting away to my new friend and I pull out google maps to show her where abouts I live cuz we want to meet up again. But all of a sudden I feel a hand on my shoulder and a sweet "Excuse me" and I turn to find Pi behind us trying to get past LMFAO OOPS.

Honestly it was the best night of my life.

Although, I have to say one more thing. It was interesting to watch the standard queue being let in and everyone rushed to the middle and Pi's side, I was like 'well, more Klaas for me then hehe'.

#lord of the lost #lotl m&g

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underworld-of-imagines · 2 years ago

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A Christmas Nightmare - Spencer Reid

Sorry, I had forgotten about this one so it ended up going out on Christmas day instead of a few days earlier. But here's some comfort for you

Summary: Neurodivergent!Reader struggles with the Christmas crowds and calls a good friend in her panic.

Warnings: Slight panic attack/meltdown

Christmas was a time of joy and celebration, a time for friends and family to join together and celebrate what was originally, the birth of Jesus. Nowadays, it was more of a capitalistic holiday, of large spending for gifts and large amounts of food. For those non-religious folks, it was more about friends and family spending time together, celebrating connections. Some still go to church, gathering for the early service to listen to the words from the priest and the choir sing. But most chose the more capitalistic route.

Of course, with the capitalisation of the Christmas holiday came along a lot more than just gifts and decorations. Sinter Klaas already existed, but the birth of the idea of Saint Nicholas came along, and not long after formed into Santa Claus. And then along came songs and movies, TV shows, books, anything the entertainment and retail corporations could come up with. It got so popular that almost every house growing up was decked with decorations and lights that could cut through the snow. Every shopping centre had a ‘Photo with Santa’ opportunity, and every store donned decorations to celebrate the festivities. Music would play over the speakers, drowned out by the loud chatter of the crowds that were out to do their shopping.

Normally, you’d do your absolute best to avoid having to go into the crowded malls. Stocking up early and getting perishables from the corner store has been your go-to tactic since you went to college.

But a series of unlikely events required you to brave the crowds of the shopping mall for one Saturday afternoon. Albeit, you would have preferred during the weekdays, but the team had been on a case all week, only arriving back today. And your work Christmas party (courtesy of Garcia’s convincing) was meant to be tomorrow. It was a very last minute thing, as you were gathering in the conference room to brief the case, Garcia was convincing Rossi to host the work Christmas party - that was 4 days ago. Rossi, with a bit of pushing from Hotch had agreed, and the plan was set into motion.

Garcia was organising the decorations and catering, which included multiple trips to the bottle shop to make sure everyone had their preferred drinks. And a theme for the night had been decided ‘A Touch of Festivity’. What that meant, you had no idea, but you were sure you could pull something together from what you owned.

The hardest part though? Was buying gifts for everyone. When you agreed to attend the night, you were under the impression that it was going to be a secret santa. But much to Garcia’s arguments that nobody aside from JJ, herself and Hotch, had a lot to buy in terms of presents. Especially since everyone had already purchased presents for their families weeks ago and already sent them off.

That led you to where you are currently, standing in the middle of a very crowded shopping centre, being pushed and pulled by the crowd. It was all very overwhelming, many people were brushing past you, others pushing you without even noticing you were there. You looked like a ragdoll in the midst of the crowd.

The overstimulation set in very quickly, people’s arms brushing your body, the stifling air, the bright lights from all of the stores. Christmas music was playing loudly in the background, and you could hear the noises of the mechanical displays from a nearby shop. Chatter from the crowd was overbearing, and the occasional ‘ho ho ho’ from the Santa display further down the corridor rang in your ears. It was barely ten minutes in and you already felt like you were going to explode from all of the overload on your senses.

But, you had to at least attempt to get everyone’s gifts - for yourself. You knew that you could very easily go down to the bookstore and pick out a book for Reid. JJ and Garcia were easy with the candle store down the road. Morgan you could just buy a new cologne for, and try to convince him that women would like it better than his. Rossi was easy, he always wanted you to grab something from the deli that was on the corner of your block (he insisted they were the best). Hotch was a bit more difficult, but you knew that the candle store also sold various accessories, including ties. And Emily loved shoes, bags, belts, anything she could accessorise with - and you knew all of her sizes.

However, you made a promise to yourself to at least try going to the shopping mall. As one of your New Year's resolutions, you had to try something you found difficult or hard at least once a month. And you hadn’t done one for December yet. ‘You can overcome this, you’ve got this’ you kept trying to convince yourself.

But the more time that passed, the denser the crowd seemed to get, to the point that it was suffocating. Senses kicked into overdrive as you searched frantically for the exit, knowing you had mere minutes before the meltdown would begin. No relief came though, as the crowd was too tall for you, and too thick for you to see through clearly.

In a last minute effort, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contacts. Normally, you would hesitate to contact the person in mind, but today you needed to hear his voice. Pressing the call button, you held the phone to your ear, anxiously chewing on your nails whilst the call connected.

“Hello?” You let out a sigh of relief as his voice rang clear through the phone. “Hello? Is this Y/N?” His voice was thick, like he had just woken up to answer the call. Shuffling could be heard over the line, and a thump as he probably fell over a pile of books. “Y/N? Are you okay?” The words were stuck at the back of your throat, your voice destined to fail you when you really needed it.

“Help,” you managed to barely choke out. The crowd was impossibly close, and felt like they were closing in even more.

“Where are you?” His asked, his voice urgent as he tried to figure out your location.

“T-the mall, outside of the Bath and B-body Works.” You stumbled over your words, trying to focus on the sound of his voice instead of your overloaded senses.

“Okay, I know where you are. I’m on my way, but can you do something for me?” You nodded, not realising that he couldn’t see you. “I want you to go down towards the foodcourt, turn left when you see the Nordstrom okay? There’s an exit down that corridor, there’s no bus or taxi rank there, so it should be pretty quiet.” Turning in the direction that Spencer mentioned, you tried to memorise the instructions. “I’m going to hang up so I can drive. Just get to that exit and wait for me.” A harsh tone beeped, signalling the end of the call.

Pocketing your phone, you focused on trying to spot a sign for Nordstrom, which was difficult through the density of the crowd. After a minute of searching though, you finally found a sign, more of a map-directory kind of sign pointing towards Nordstrom. To your left, was a corridor with bathrooms and an exit at the end. Surely this is what Spencer meant, he hadn’t been entirely clear about the instructions and you were in too much of a panic to keep searching for a different sign.

Walking down the corridor, you noticed the sweat that seemed to break out on your brow, a tell-tale sign that you were nearing a meltdown. Someone exited the bathroom, the bang of the door closing making you panic more. They almost touched you as they hurried past, back towards the mall, and would have if you hadn’t pressed yourself against the wall. The corridor was quite narrow, and seemed to only narrow further down towards the door. Though you couldn’t tell if that was because of your panic or if it actually did narrow. But it was quieter, the lack of speakers bringing some slight relief to your senses.

Outside was a small loading area, not big enough for actual trucks to fit into, but its proximity to the parking lot suggested it was more for cars than actual delivery trucks. Small and quieter than the bustle near the entrance, it was almost perfect. Almost being the key word in that sentence, if it hadn't been for the screaming children and annoyed mother right next to the door.

You tried to keep calm, picking a spot on a bench that was several feet away, but you could still hear everything, the cars, the kids, the exasperated annoyance from the mother. Tapping your feet in a certain rhythm usually helped to distract you, but today it wasn’t enough, so you tried repeating it with your fingers, counting the beats, anything. It was all in vain though, as nothing drowned out the noise.

A sports car pulled up, the revving sending you more into overload as a young woman proudly got out. You started to hit your thighs, trying to ignore the kid asking his mom what was wrong with you. Before you retorted something that surely would have made him cry, his mother had whisked him further away. Silently, you thank her for her awareness - though it was probably more out of fear as you definitely weren’t acting like a ‘normal’ person.

That was a problem for another day, today you were too overwhelmed to approach someone about the stigma surrounding autism and the spectrum in society. But her moving further away also meant the screaming was quieter, more bearable. You just didn’t want to think of what she had texted the person picking her up about you and why she changed location.

Thankfully, you didn’t have long to think about that because moments later a familiar car pulled down the driveway. It slowed to a stop right in front of you before a familiar man stepped out of the driver side door, almost doubling in length.

“Y/N,” he breathed out, kneeling in front of you. “Are you okay?” You nodded shortly, avoiding eye contact whilst trying to calm your senses. “Try that trick I taught you, focus on different things, okay?” He had noticed that you were still in a state of panic, and your impending meltdown. And he wanted to try to prevent it, reminding you of the focusing tactic he had taught you. Glancing at him, you nodded, still avoiding eye contact as you took in notes of his appearance.

The clothes he wore were the same as yesterday’s, probably having fallen asleep in them sometime early in the morning. But he had loosened his tie, to the point it could fall off if you tugged it slightly. As usual though, his socks were unmatched and showed off his slightly dirty converse that he always wore. A wind rushed through, and you picked up on the familiar scent, a mixture of books and vanilla . His hair looked clean and fluffy, like it’d be nice to run your hands through. The two of you sat in silence for a moment as you hesitated about bringing your hands up to touch his hair.

“Can I hug you?” He questioned once you had visibly calmed down a bit. You were no longer hitting your thigh, and the foot tapping had slowed to almost a complete stop. A hug right now would feel nice, comforting and encasing.

“Okay,” you whispered gently. He was careful about his approach, allowing you to stand up before wrapping his arms around you, in a safe and secure embrace. It felt comfortable, but still empty. “Tighter,” you whimpered, relishing in the comfort that comes from his arms wrapping tighter around your body.

“I’ve got you, it’s okay.”

—--

Hours later, you were curled up on his rather comfortable couch, your legs covered by a weighted blanket. Old Doctor Who reruns were playing on the TV, but you didn’t have the energy to pay attention to it. At first you had just wanted to sleep the exhaustion away, but Spencer convinced you to go back to his place with him. You questioned it, of course, and he had convinced you by saying that he’d order your favourite comfort food, and make some calming tea that Garcia had gifted him. And the idea of spending more time with someone who was your comfort place didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

“Here, I didn’t know how much you wanted so I just put a bit of each onto your plate.” Spencer explained, handing you the plate of Indian food from your favourite place. “And I’ll put your tea here,” he said, placing it down on the coffee table in front of you.

“Thank you.” Your voice came out as a whisper, afraid it’d break if you talked any louder.

“It was the crowds wasn’t it?” You glanced at him, confused. “I noticed that when Garcia mentioned a Christmas party, and gift-giving, that you panicked. I assumed that it was because you hadn’t planned for any of that, or had already made plans. But when you called me earlier today I realised it’s probably because of how busy the malls are this time of year. I remembered that you really don’t like crowds, and formed the hypothesis that you avoid malls this time of year because of the crowds.” Your stomach filled with butterflies as he recalled various things about your behaviour, things that you hadn’t even picked up on.

He kept rambling on, mentioning other things about your behaviour and his hypothesis. But you had already zoned out, thinking more about how captivating he could be when he talked. Ironic, right? Since you had zoned out.

“So?” He questioned.

“So?”

“My hypothesis. Is it correct?” He looked at you longingly, awaiting your answer to his rambling.

“Yeah, yeah I guess so.” You giggled lightly, he could be such a genius and still so oblivious sometimes. Though, as the team would argue, so could you. And in a blissful ignorance you both sat for the rest of the night, unaware of the other’s feelings.

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #spencer imagine #cute spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff

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flufftruck · 1 year ago

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Igh (ī-gəh) is a good name for Klaas sister

Iggh or iigh even

#klaa #g #idk how to do the syllable thing im jist putting letter together like its just ig pronounced

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legiomiam · 2 years ago

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Tagged by @awritingcaitlin x8 PART 4 OF 4. my words are: bring, crime, battle, clear, building, shoot, smirk, space, spot, sweet

I’ll tag: @mariahwritesstuff, @mr-writes, @mjjune

your words are: help, jacket, cook, dark

Some backstory: these are going to be from scenes I did before This Dark And Divine Place was nothing but vibes. When Rashka and Bahram (guess who found out they were spelling their own character’s name wrong) were just starting out.

Some character’s names were changed- any form of Verrance/Verence/Varence, etc are Klaas. Sonya is Marjorie. Neecey/Neesy is the nickname the kids gave to Synthian before she had a name.

Also the tense shifts ALOT because I did not write any of this in order and bounced around so this isn’t stuff A to Z it’s just scenes I wrote for sprinting to get a feel of the story. So when the timer ran out I stopped writing the scene.

I’ll apply appropriate warnings… but most of this is probably NSFW

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BRING

I wondered if Thema could tell, but not wanting to breach any of their trust I kept my mind in my own head and their own thoughts in theirs — even if they screamed at me. I wanted to mention it to Thema to see if I could train that.

I was good at keeping thoughts from making their way through my shields but when they were thought with such emotion it was like running into a wall at the speed of a runaway carriage. The thoughts would splinter apart like wood and bone and my own mind would scream — begging to be put out of such misery.

Would they all leave me on the streets, angry when finding that I could do such a thing?

So I kept it to myself, I kept each thought even those from the hunters that worried that I would sneak into the town and feed on the children, tear apart the women. They even worried that I would seduce the men much like I seduced Bahram into bringing me back each time.

The distrust there hurt but I understood why, our blood was at war since we were clay and stones, since we were cooling corpses being brought back to life.

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CLEAR

Bahram turned and glared, his mouth opened and I slammed into him. Shock clear on his face as my fists connect with it, he moves to stop me — to shift once more — but I push my way into his mind and hold it. Shock was there as he couldn’t move so I could hit him over and over.

The man Naveen was arguing with in the hall jumped the barrier ready to incapacitate me. Without looking at him, staring into wide hazel eyes instead I sense the man behind me freeze. His heart raced then turned into a slow sluggish thump as his veins darkened. Patches of frostbite appear on his skin and air leaves him in puffs.

It’s not the blood of my father in me that should be feared.

Bahram kicked as I stole the air from his lungs, then gasped to suck in much needed breath as I moved off him, the man behind me dropped shivering as his skin went grey, it would be reversible with proper healing.

I let the hold on the prince’s mind go as I walked from the training center, a small rope was what I balanced on ready to fall off.

They were lucky that I was not my mother.

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BUILDING

Fuck. Him.

I wanted to bare my teeth and growl. I wanted to rip his throat out.

He already stopped my food supply and I knew from his own putrid thoughts he wanted me weak so I would agree to marriage with him for the chance to survive.

I would not agree, there was nothing for me. Once I may have been his, may have longed for a seat on top of my family’s throne with his kingdom uniting with mine. Although now that I know just how cruel he is I have no want, no need to ally myself with such a monster. The sound of the building of burning fae children that was his men’s doing roared in my head, mighty and full of unprecedented rage

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SHOOT

I was faster than the Fae behind me, but Bahram was trained for years on how to be defensive against my kind. Plus whatever this shifting was, where he was and wasn’t. An ankle hooked around mine and I hit the mud, grass freezing.

In rage everything was shooting from me in waves, ice forming in thick spears after him.

Wear her out and she’ll be done.

Krishorn’s thought was loud and I already knew that was the tactic, catching me off guard to apprehend me, see what threat I was. That’s what training was to see if I had a limit and what it was.

I let myself glimpse his thoughts and perfectly timed when he would appear behind me, ice shooting out and slicking under his feet. Satisfied in the balance he lost.

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SMIRK

He hummed as his hand tangled in my hair as he slid up enough to lay his back against the pillows, who needs that many pillows?

“I’ve had you every way I could think of and I have a few places I’d like to revisit, but my favorite.” That fucking smirk, “is this.” His hand slid around so his thumb brushed against my mouth.

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SPACE

He did need my hand in marriage to join two of the most powerful bloodlines in the council. My limbs grew heavy and with the anxiety the cold began to grow and I saw the men holding on to me puff out white clouds of quickly cooling air.

The frozen shards shot out in my frightened state and soon the guards had to let me go as I encased myself in a frozen solid immovable cage. Spikes started to form out of the ground to keep them at bay.

From inside my safe space

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SPOT

A rage filled me and just as suddenly went out like blowing out a candle when Nessy chirped and swiped at Johan. He took a step back, hand still holding the basket as Nessy growled louder, her body shifting onto her hind legs coming to be a couple feet taller than him. Her black glassy eyes never leave him when Reign begins to wail. Really wail for the first time.

Everyone stared at the moving basket in shock as I pulled myself together and struggled towards it, Reign getting louder than I’ve ever heard him scream.

I gently take the basket and set it down, pulling back the blanket to make a noise at him from his hiding spot. A bubbly hiccup and sniffle, he coos and waits for Neesy to chirp back.

The feeling of what mental capabilities my blood has given him.

I pull my baby from the basket and wrap him back in the blanket and hold him close, eyes ever shifting to the new threat of Hunters who could also kill him.

Kill us.

☙❦❧

SWEET

Dirty fingers pry my jaw down, they probe my gums and push hard around the slits, it’s painful having my fangs forcibly withdrawn from their resting spot. He tasted like stale tobacco and the too sickly sweet smell of rot. Of dozens of vampyres that have been slain by these hands, nowadays anyone could be a fanger. Any human who thinks that they’re protecting their own but go the illegal way about it by selling parts of my kind on the markets.

But I am tired, so tired of everything that has happened, I’m tired and pissed. Pissed because the man that I wanted most in the whole entire world couldn’t tell me goodbye, and then somehow was slain at the hands of a monster.

#tag game #find the word #godly ruins #this dark and divine place

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mistofstars · 2 years ago

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Ich habe 6.827 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

Das sind 1.817 more posts als 2021!

710 Einträge erstellt (10%)

6.117 Einträge gerebloggt (90%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

@midnightwings-pirates

@thepondstogether

@neverland-in-space

@solaradastra

@apfelhalm

Ich habe 977 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

#tatort saarbrücken – 328 Einträge

#adam schürk – 225 Einträge

#leo hölzer – 206 Einträge

#joko und klaas – 151 Einträge

#spatort – 122 Einträge

#joko winterscheidt – 118 Einträge

#daniel sträßer – 85 Einträge

#vladimir burlakov – 84 Einträge

#klaas heufer-umlauf – 80 Einträge

#jkvsp7 – 70 Einträge

Längstes Tag: 140 characters

#ich will dann aber auch details reinbringen und szenen die mir irgendwie noch wichtig sind und ach ich weiß doch auch nicht was ich mache ha

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

Darf ich mal einen großen Schulterklopfer an das Fandom verteilen?? 800 (!) Fanfictions Leo Hölzer / Adam Schürk heute geknackt!! 😍😍🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂 (ich meine themanwiththeplan war Nummero 800, aber @opheliagreif dürfte ja auch jedem inzwischen ein Begriff sein 😄)

Vor ein paar Monaten haben wir noch gewitzelt, ob wir die 1000 fanfictions für das Pairing vor dem nächsten Tatort vollbekommen - scheint jetzt doch Wirklichkeit zu werden 🎂🎂😍😬😬

50 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 28. Juni 2022

Nur mal für mich selbst zum Denken, aber in das Herz der Schlange - ist Leo da 3 Tage am Stück wach?????

Sie finden Roland Schürk morgens, sitzen abends noch im Büro

Sie streiten sich, Leo haut ab und geht zur Pathologie und sucht danach *die ganze Nacht* nach Adam

Als er am nächsten Morgen (Tag 2) ins Büro kommt, schlafen Pia und Esther noch, Leo trägt die gleichen Sachen wie am Vortag. Ergo: Er hat nicht geschlafen.

Er trifft Adam am gleichen Morgen.

Dann beschatten er und Pia Jens Modall die ganze Nacht hindurch.

Am nächsten Morgen ruft die Pathologie Leo an mit "Hab ich Sie geweckt?", was Leo schweren Herzens verneint. Er trägt immer noch die gleichen Sachen und sieht auch sehr müde aus. Wir sind jetzt bei dritter (!) Tag ohne Schlaf.

Später am gleichen Tag will er Adam besuchen im Knast, der liegt aber unter Narkose

Abends schaffen sie es endlich, Jens Modall festzunehmen und das Videomaterial zu sichern.

LEO HÖLZER 3 TAGE OHNE SCHLAF

Bin mir ziemlich sicher, dass er Adam direkt am nächsten Morgen abholt.

Alda!

55 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 23. Februar 2022

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m all for the gay vampires.

But one of the horrible things about the original interview with the vampire is that Louis HATES Lestat and that Lestat is horrible and they are bound to each other for an eternity. That is one of the horrors and the tragedy of Louis. He is bound to Lestat. He hates Lestat. Lestat kills every human emotion that Louis still clings to. That is also why he turned to Armand, because Armand reminded him to love, Armand was someone who tried to understand him, who was fascinated by him. Lestat only ridiculed Louis.

56 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 8. Oktober 2022

God, please just fucking kiss already O_O

77 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 20. November 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

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Da isset :) mein “Adam Schürk fährt scheiße Auto” Video :)

87 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 23. Juli 2022

Hol dir deinen Tumblr-Jahresrückblick 2022 →

#tumblr2022 #Jahresrückblick #Mein Tumblr-Jahresrückblick 2022 #Dein Tumblr-Jahresrückblick #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Youtube

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pevekay · 5 months ago

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Brian Klaas: The Fluke

The idea that small changes have Ripple effects that produce profound consequences.

There is literally no event in which it's unimportant, everything is an infinite number of causes and effects that fit together in an interlocking pattern that produces the outcomes of our lives.

We control nothing but we influence everything, it's a subtle Paradigm Shift about how you think about the way the world works.

We have the illusion that we've basically controlled the world we basically have tamed it. We control nothing but we influence everything and I like that message so much more than the illusion of control.

Chaos Theory: a fancy way of saying, if you have a slight problem with your measurement or there's a slight tweak initially in the system over time it can blow up to a huge shift.

I think like basically our lives are somewhere between Chaos and Order and sometimes things are going to happen because they just work or they are sort of Trends or whatever and other times this tiny little shift changes everything forever.

You have this mentality

a) that everything happens for a reason, there's a grander purpose to everything and

b) that when you think about the way that you're supposed to live that you are a purely strategic actor who's in control of all all of the outcomes which you know.

I genuinely feel like I have no Cosmic purpose I don't think there's anything wrong with that I think I still have an influence on the world I still think I care about a huge number of people and I want to live my life as best I can.

Contingency and Convergence in evolution Contingency is the sort of stuff happens, theory of evolution and convergence is the everything happens for a reason version of evolution.

When a little bit of noise enters the system everything can go wrong and so you know I do worry about that, the the sort of Holy Grail of efficiency and optimization has made us much more prone to the upheavals from so-called Black Swan events.

I would rather have a world in which we have slightly less efficiency, slightly less optimization, but more slack in the systems, more give in the systems so that there are fewer catastrophes.

Some people believe that people get where they are, essentially because of what they did and some people believe that context is really terribly important.

We're pattern detection machines who make sense of the world through stories that have clear-cut causes and effects. We basically exist in a world in which false positives where you sort of falsely attribute patterns are something where it's potentially annoying whereas false negatives where there is a pattern and you don't detect are deadly and that's asymmetrical. So our brain has basically been fine-tuned by Evolution to detect patterns and there are million ways this is the case I mean if you've ever seen images in a cloud if you've ever seen you know toast that looks like a face that is all part of the same cognitive architecture. So we've got this sort of you know pattern detection machine that tells stories to make sense of the world through causal narratives that are often incorrect but they're very comforting. What we do is we stitch together a neat and tidy narrative through the messiness of history.

Superstition is basically the byproduct of the causally unexplainable, the sort of random and I think one of the reasons why we don't have Superstition in as as prominently in in sort of rich countries as you know was in the past is because we have the illusion that we've basically controlled the world we basically have tamed it.

When we don't have a reason for something our brain invents it and that is the way we make sense of the world because it's just not evolutionarily useful to be bewildered by things it's so much more adaptive for our survival to infer cause and effect.

I think the main thing that I have sort of internalized in researching this book (Fluke) about the arbitrariness and randomness of the world is there's so so much stuff we don't understand.

Every action every moment of Our Lives is both the culmination of every single thing that came before us in exactly the pattern it had right from The Big Bang onward and also that we are therefore part of that story where every decision we we ever make every person we talk to every moment of kindness or cruelty all of that is shaping how the world will be for someone a hundred or thousand or even if humans exist you know a million years in the future.

How do you know that the past is going to be like the future?

if the world is rapidly shifting in its causal Dynamics, those patterns that you use to to basically drive the algorithm become more dangerous and I think this is the stuff that we don't always grapple with.

What AI is basically doing is, it's taking patterns from the past on training data and it's then trying to navigate a future now that has always been a problem. So I'm worried about turning over critical decision- making to AI in a world in which underlying cause and effect Dynamics are more fluid than ever before.

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