#life style klub

[evilspiritweek]

Next prompt for #rc9gndtiys. thought it would be fun to draw a typical session for Der Monster Klub

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for June 30, 2014; #55.

Street Poets “Everyday Life”

Smoked Out Productions “Styles / Bok Bok”

215 Asasinz “Guaranteed Hot Shit”

Group Home “East N.Y. Theory”

L Da Headtoucha “Too Complex”

Problem Solver “Drug Dealz”

Hi-Tech “Book Of Life”

Brothers Of The Mind “Stop Scheming”

Aboriginals, The “Dreams N’ Reality” (demo)

Sounds Of Rage “Street Warrior”

Legion Of D.U.M.E. “Sons Of Sam”

Brick City Kids “What What”

People Without Shoes “Ghettonetics”

Drama Klub “The Heist”

Logic “Bust A Funky Rhyme”

90 Proof “Inner City Prophets" 

Brotherhood, The "One Shot”

Citizen Kane “Elements Of The Mind” (Black Rain RMX)

Stressed Out “Jazzy Wit’ Da’ Joint”

Innersoul “It’s The Right Time” (RMX)

Doxxmen, The “Magnetic Attrack”

Soul Kid Klik “Desperate Times”

Main One “Whip Appeal”

Mental Supreme “No Stress”

Chosen Few, The “Sun Chaser”

Trigga “No Tomorrow”

Lyrical Lunatics a.k.a. Mental Castaways “Swing It To The Jazz”

Jemini The Gifted One “Brooklyn Kids”

Celph-Titled f. The Walkmen “Countdown Theory” (RMX)

Strictly Homicidal “Just Imagin’

Lace Da Booms "It’s No Secret”

Roughneck Soldiers “Freestyle Thing”

Rubbabandz “Purple Rain”

Pop Da Brown Hornet “Black On Black Crime”

Fierce “Crab”

Shamus “Neva Dream”

Da Nabahood Threat “Represent Groundz”

Drom “Bring It Back”

Sic Sense “Onemantality”

Mannish “Chain Letter”

Bonus broadcast; first-ever white-label golden-era hip-hop /rap showcase.

[myburntwritings]

Day 8: Fav Solo (dance / plot) I think, aside from Day 26, which is about fantasy roles of specific performers, this is the most performer specific question for me. There are so many factors to take into account when you look at the duets and group scenes. They are rehearsed with specific choreography to ensure that swings can step in with any partner in case of injury or absence. The spacing and timings are exact.

When looking at the solo work, I feel we got to see a lot more of the performers' personal preferences and styles coming into their portrayals.

This is why we only got the 'Kronos doesn't use stairs' with Milton Lopes. Seirian Griffiths' Apollo was the only one who danced through the backstreets of Troy at reset in such a way that was equally beautiful and heartbreaking as the last of his power is used and destroyed. Timothy Bartlett's Laocoön was the only one to do the stomping up the hotel stairs dance that I found so delightfully weird. A Kathryn McGarr Hecuba in Hesperides is entirely different to Emily Mytton in the same scene, and same again for every powerful, talented woman who took that role. So, I think it has be something that is entirely performer specific in order to pick a singular favourite from a multitude of incredible solo dances - as otherwise, I would spend my time picking one phrase from one dance, another from a different dance and character. Even thinking about the performer specific moments, there are far too many to choose from. Maybe it makes it worse. I don't know, because I'm so far down this rabbit hole now, I can't climb out.

So, I'm choosing Fania Grigoriou as Hecuba in Polymestor's Office for the gathering of Trojan women.

I love this scene regardless of performer, but there was a chaotic fury in Fania's portrayal that brought it even more to life for me. The fact she talks in Greek the entire time, and the majority of the audience don't know what she is chanting makes it feel mythical and mystical. Her creation of the blinding ritual dance feels entirely personal. Less like she has learned these motions and is now using them, but that she had made these motions and it is entirely at her will that the rest of the characters involved are now dancing to her drum.

She carries this power from the office and into the Klub, where she stalks behind the shades watching the ritual. Only a few of the shades even notice she is there before she enters the circle, but those who do are gifted with the most personal and emotionally encompassing of moments. I've talked before about how Fania's Hecuba held my gaze as she clicked her fingers and started the blinding ritual, and that is a perfect example of the power Fania held when she was in the space.

A true powerhouse of emotion and performance. She led the audience exactly how she wanted them, and I was constantly in awe of her talent.

[rareklub]

Choosing the Right Shoulder Bag: From Everyday Carry to Work to Forever

Choosing the perfect shoulder bag is all about finding a piece that effortlessly fits into your life and style. At Rare Klub, we believe every woman deserves a bag that’s as versatile and unique as she is. Let’s unpack some of our customers’ most popular questions and explore why a Rare Klub shoulder bag could become your new favorite accessory!

The Everyday Essential: Why Invest in a Quality Shoulder Bag? Step out with a bag that’s not only elegant but also incredibly comfortable. Our shoulder bags are designed with soft padding and ergonomic features to keep you feeling great all day long. Made with premium materials like leather and canvas, these bags are more than just accessories — they’re essential companions for your everyday adventures. From workdays to casual weekends, our bags enhance your look with effortless elegance.

Convenience on the Go: How Our Bags Make Your Life Easier When you navigate a busy day, everything you need should easily be within reach. That’s the convenience of a well-designed shoulder bag. With easy-access zippers and spacious compartments, our bags are perfect for keeping all your essentials organized — from your phone and wallet to a small laptop or tablet. The adjustable straps ensure a perfect fit, making your daily commute smooth and hassle-free.

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Unique and Unforgettable: What Sets Our Bags Apart? At Rare Klub, we pride ourselves on creating distinctive and sophisticated bags. Our designs focus on clean lines and high-quality craftsmanship. We use weather-resistant fabrics and durable zippers to ensure your bag remains in top condition. With spacious interiors and thoughtful compartments, staying organized has never been more effortless or more elegant.

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Why Choose Rare Klub? We blend the best of both worlds — top-notch quality and beautiful designs. Our bags are crafted from the finest materials, ensuring durability and comfort. Plus, our competitive prices make luxury accessible to everyone. From sleek work totes and spacious travel bags to elegant everyday accessories, we have the perfect bag for you.

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Caring for Your Bag Keeping your Rare Klub bag in top condition is simple. Depending on the material, use a gentle cleaner or conditioner. Regularly clean the exterior and interior with a soft cloth, and store your bag in a cool, dry place when not in use. With just a little care, your bag will remain a beautiful and reliable companion for years to come.

We hope this guide has answered all your questions and made you excited about finding your perfect shoulder bag! At Rare Klub, we’re dedicated to creating elegant, functional bags that make life a little easier and a lot more graceful. Explore our collection of shoulder bags today and find the one that’s perfect for you. Let’s make every day a little more refined and a lot more enjoyable!

[designresearch604-ahnesshim]

Week 4: Lecture

Who are the local and global Creatives?

Natalie Robertson - Photographer

Rosanna Raymond

Savage Klub Kronikles

Cecelia Mcavroy (Speaker)

Faiva/Fai va - means nurturing space

Young people inspired her - what they were and what they were going through

Questions: what motivates her and what motivates us ?

Manuruwa pattern - means two birds, if not flown together they’re not going to fly well, looks into spiritual realm in how you can navigate through life. (Pattern seen in many polynesian cultures)

Looked into the process of making the tapa cloth in which the pattern was seen alot, she drew a connection in the process of making it and how in people we also have various process, generations that we go through

Started practice of illustration, in tapa cloth style.

Bede Bennett

Part of the “Hive” - started with 15 people

The creative store

Design institute

Design assembly

Ezra Baldwin

Design work about representation, advocacy

Cherise Cheung

Chinese diaspora, tell how they leave their home and come back

Uses cyanotype to create feelings of nostalgia and combine the western countries connecting back to her home country

Aakifa Chida

Practice is around publication design and for public good

Publication: “Will you change?” - islamophobia/social change

Advocacy, ambition, attitude - her three values

“Design changes people and people change the world”

[nexthlive]

01 00:00 Wicked Game (Strange Desire Mix) - Ituana 02 03:09 Here Comes The Sun (Remix) - @SarahMenescalOfficial 03 05:47 Clocks (Sign Of The Times Remix) - Ituana 04 08:32 Your Love (Bellestar Remix) - Dinah Eastwood, Bellestar 05 11:17 Can't Take My Eyes Off You - Natalie Renoir, Stereo Dub, Brazil XXI 06 14:13 The Sweetest Taboo (Remix) - Scubba, Ivette Moraes, Ronan 07 17:21 Lovefool (Dalbani Remix) - Urselle, Dalbani 08 20:29 Dreams (No.oN Remix) - Eve St. Jones, No.oN 09 23:48 Everybody Wants To Rule The World (Dataset Extended Mix) - Stereo Dub, Dataset 10 27:59 Hold On, We're Going Home (Urban Love Remix) - Francoise Sanders, Urban Love 11 30:51 Your Love Is King (Ronan Remix) - Amazonics, Ronan 12 33:45 Love Is In The Air (Bellestar Remix) - Urban Love, Bellestar 13 36:59 Wonderful Life (Klub Rider Remix) - The Cooltrane Quartet, Klub Rider 14 41:00 Good For You (Krister Remix) - Style Project, Krister 15 44:12 Always Remember Us This Way (Extended Remix) - Roger Beck 16 48:01 Love Will Tear Us Apart (Ronan Remix) - Bellestar, Ronan 17 50:40 Self Control - Krister, Dalbani 18 53:41 Time After Time (Dataset Remix) - Sarah Menescal, Dataset 19 57:13 Don't Dream It's Over (Gm House Remix) – Sixth Finger 20 59:37 Magic - Trippynova, Natalie Renoir

[pooma-bible]

Apostle John Makaya

Greetings to you all

I welcome you all for Today's ministrations, on the Topic: Invest in your Spiritual life. prepare your heart and mind to receive from God.

Let us pray: Heavenly Father we thank you for this day and this time we bless and worship your holy name, Holy spirit we ask that you give us knowledge in the word of God as we partake of it, open our eyes to the mysteries of this kingdom hidden in the word of God, be by us and be our helper in Jesus name.

Let this word pierce through our heart, Cut through us open us up and surgically take out what ever that is not of God in Jesus name.

TEXT: Galatians 5:16_17

Gal.5.16 - I say then: Walk in the Spirit, and you shall not fulfill the lust of the flesh.

Gal.5.17 - For the flesh lusts against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh; and these are contrary to one another, so that you do not do the things that you wish.

Before we go deep in to our subject let first learn what does it mean to "INVEST"

To invest mean to make an investment- (Put money into a business), give qualities or abilities to something, Just as we all have physical bodies[life], so as well we have our spirit man[spiritual life], who lives in us, the physical body is the earthly being while the spirit man is the heavenly being, [ 1Cor.15.48 - Every human being has an earthly body just like Adam's, but our heavenly bodies will be just like Christ's NLT]

NOTE;Learn to use your physical life to invest in your spiritual life and not using your sipiritual life to invest in your physical,

Inorder word you have to make your boday a slave to serving God than making your spirit a slave in serving the devil, all the body wants is pleasure and all the spirit wants is the things of God

The body(flesh) always wants you to be in the night klub when it time to be with God, all the flesh want is evil if periotize it above God's will

It is written in John.12.25 - He who loves his life will lose it, and he who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.

If you love that education, business,  career,  job etc more than God the bible says you will lose it,

1Cor.9.27 - I discipline my body like an athlete, training it to do what it should. Otherwise, I fear that after preaching to others I myself might be disqualified.

2Cor.7.1 - Because we have these promises, dear friends, let us cleanse ourselves from everything that can defile our body or spirit. And let us work toward complete purity because we fear God.

If you are going to sucessfully invest in your  spiritual life then the following should be consider:

1.INVEST YOUR LIFE IN LOVE(The first fruit of the spirit)

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.—Galatians 5:22,23

Notice that the first fruit of the spirit is love. That's the first fruit that shows up in the recreated, born-again human spirit. Now let's look at the First Epistle of John: "We know that we have passed from death unto life. . . . "( 1 John 3:14). John is not talking about physical death here; he's talking about spiritual death.

This verse means that we have passed from spiritual death unto spiritual life. It's another way ofsaying we know we're saved—born again. How do we know it? "We know that we have passed from death unto life, BECAUSE WE LOVE THE BRETHREN. He that loveth not his brother abideth in death" (v. 14).

2.INVEST YOUR LIFE IN PRAYER [The Ministry of Prayer]

1Thess.5.17 - pray without ceasing,

Rom.12.12 - rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation, continuing steadfastly in prayer;2.INVEST YOUR LIFE IN PRAYER [The Ministry of Prayer]

1Thess.5.17 - pray without ceasing,

Rom.12.12 - rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation, continuing steadfastly in prayer;

Prayer should be your life style, one of the reason our fathers were prospering is beacuse of prayer Daniel prayed 3 times a day,Jesus was always found praying,the diciples prayer,Elijah prayed, Apostle Babalola prayed the question is how many times do you pray a Day?, or do you even pray at all? our fathers valued the relationship they had with God so much that they always leaves what ever schedule to pray when it time to pray, how well do you valued your relationship with God, have you had a time to pray to God daily that you will close shops, leave office or what so ever schedule you have to honour that time.

we see our Neigbour who don't know christ they pray 5 times a day and we always called them unbeliver, yes they are unbeliver beacuse the are not following the way, the truth and the life, but the pray 5 times a day can't you learn from them and at least pray 3 times a day like 6am, 12am, and 9pm and back it up with your midnight prayer, infact some of us prayer time is the time we allow the devil to trick us with sleeping, playing, distraction.

Eph.6.18 - Pray at all times and on every occasion in the power of the Holy Spirit. Stay alert and be persistent in your prayers for all Christians everywhere.

Don't fight physical battle prayer in all things [Rom.12.14 - If people persecute you because you are a Christian, don't curse them; pray that God will bless them.]

I pray for the grace to pray be release upon you right now in Jesus name

3.INVEST YOUR LIFE IN THE WORD OF GOD [The Ministry of the Word]

Jer.23.29 - "Is not My word like a fire?" says the LORD, "And like a hammer that breaks the rock in pieces?

Eph.6.17 - And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God; The word of  God is to be read by all belivers, even jesus studied it the bible says "at age 12 the child Jesus was at the temple, what did you think he was doing there for 3 days that his earthly parent were look for me. he was studing that was why he showed himself approve in question the Jewish leader and at the Time of his temptation, The word of is like an evidence in this kingdom you need it to completely resist the devil.

I pray for that grace of the word to rest upon you right now in Jesus Name.

4.INVEST YOUR LIFE IN FELLOWSHIP [Fellowship with God and Man]

Your fellowship is incomplete if you only choose to fellowship with God and abandoned the fellowship of Man.

Acts.2.42 - They joined with the other believers and devoted themselves to the apostles' teaching and fellowship, sharing in the Lord's Supper and in prayer.

5.INVEST YOUR LIFE IN SERVICE [Serving God and Man]

Mark.10.43 - Yet it shall not be so among you; but whoever desires to become great among you shall be your servant.

Eph.6.7 - with goodwill doing service, as to the Lord, and not to men,

Deut.10.12 - "And now, Israel, what does the LORD your God require of you, but to fear the LORD your God, to walk in all His ways and to love Him, to serve the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul, our fathers where men of service they were of service to both God and Man, but some of us give excuses of not serving God beacuse of work, education,parent,spouse etc, why wont you work in time, so that you can serve God on time.

I pray for the Grace of service to fill this house now in Jesus Name. Receive in Jesus Name.

CONCLUSION: If you are going to have a successful spiritual life then you should make sure the above is practice, know that your physical being will not be the one to face God on that big day, your spirit man will, so the more you invest in your spiritual life the better for you.

Thanks for your attention make sure you be doer of what you have heard not hearer only, also help in  Kingdom advancement by sharing.

Remain Blessed .

[a-2-z-news]

अपने किशोर बच्चे को शर्मिंदा कैसे न करें

अपने किशोर बच्चे को शर्मिंदा कैसे न करें

किशोर वर्ष किसी के जीवन के सबसे दिलचस्प चरणों में से एक होता है। एक ऐसा समय जब कोई न तो बच्चा होता है और न ही वयस्क, किशोरावस्था एक क्षणभंगुर अवधि होती है जो परिवर्तनों से चिह्नित होती है। Source link

[ananisevic]

Dance competition

Activity title: dance competition

Duration: the entire day- 15.10.2022

Type of activity: activity

Learning outcomes:

1. Identify own strengths and develop areas for growth.

2. Demonstrate the skills and recognize the benefits of working collaboratively.

3. Show commitment to and perseverance in CAS experiences.

Activity description:

My dance club "Gemma" and I went to Zenica for a dance competition to compete in various styles and dance categories.

Reflection:

When I moved to Bosnia, I joined "Plesni Klub Gemma" so that I can continue on with my dance journey. I've been dancing since I was 8 years old in Dubai and have fallen in love with the sport/art ever since. It lets me escape from reality and it brings me so much joy in life. In Dubai I never competed in dance as I felt it would ruin the passion for me and so when I came to Bosnia, I found out that all dancers are competitors and that every dance club would go to competitions almost monthly. I was quite skeptical to begin with because I was so used to dancing for shows not competitions, but when I went to my first dance competition (Nationals) two years ago, I learnt a completely new side to dance. I met so many new people who shared the same passion as me and I finally started coming out of my comfort zone.

This month we went to Zenica for a smaller dance competition and I managed to win 1st place in all my categories. These included 2 formations, 1 small group, 1 duo and 1 solo. I had a blast with my team and I was really proud of myself for accomplishing what I did. I have to admit, it was very stressful waiting for my turn but when I started dancing, all of the stress vanished and it felt amazing to dance. Overall, it was a great experience and I can't wait for the next competition!

[sendmyresignation]

what r ur favourite hesitant alien performances?? :D

ooh boy I have so many.... incomplete list because i’m still finding videos everyday <33

Reading Festival 08/22/2014 / Voodoo Music Festival 10/30/2015: these are the two big pro-shoots we’ve been gifted with so of course they’re on the list. i especially love the performance of No Shows (kissed an ah- nimals hands i got nothing...) and Juarez from the reading performance and the snakedriver cover and Don’t Try from voodoo. small mention to the little speech at the beginning of No Shows at Voodoo as well ❤️

No Shows, Soundwave Festival 02/22/2015: the infamous “Iggy moment” i think this one is self-explanatory hehe

I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone Cover, Webster Hall 10/23/2014: I mean, duh. gerard way riot-grrlisms. also its just a really fantastic cover

Get the Gang Together, Le Trabendo 01/18/2015 (bonus How It’s Going to Be), Southampton 01/21/2015  and Trocadero 10/17/2014: this is my favorite hes alien song already but its even better live- the first one, the woman in the crowd he chooses to play the tambourine has so much energy and the room is electric i would kill to be there (also. one of the best hugs i've ever seen another human being receive....) the second one is the performance with someone in the crowd in a lola costume... which is so fucking cool. also includes the quote “sharing is pain. my art is pain. my life is pain... just kidding” while Gerard stares off into the distance. In the third one gerard is really hamming it up on stage, like seriously getting into it. plus the girl they bring on stage is like. 16. and his immediate reaction is “shit” in that tone of like being reminded your old and then they proceed to ask her “what are you going to do with your life” which is just so startlingly funny to me. anyway. best live song. that scream.....

Drugstore Perfume, Sala Apolo 01/16/2015: boa performance! its already a very good show, with the added bonus of gerard wearing pink boas during this song 🥺

Irving Plaza 10/20/2014 just generally, specifically Television All the Time and Maya the Psychic: pink lighting!! also just seemed like a particularly good show, very good energy

Pinkish, Novosibirsk 09/15/2015 and Stereo Plaza 04/9/2015 (with Don’t Try): these are like. the only videos of this song i could find. the first one includes a very fun introduction with a “fucking ancient” rock and is probably the best filmed version of Pinkish live (i think about the destiny/dream lyric change every day. haunted). the second one is not the best quality but the performance is certainly worth it (when i muster the energy to make gifs.... its over for everyone and it starts here)

Ambulance/Piano Jam, Klub Palladium 01/2015, Cologne 1/25/2015, and O2 Academy Birmingham 01/2015: okay. these are my favorite iterations of this song. it seems to have changed a lot over the course of touring but the lyrics and performance style around late January seems to be where it was at. the first one is oddly shot, but i think its the best vocal performance of this one and the venue had cool lighting... gives me chills- the other two are also very good though!

Snakedriver, Armazem F Lisbon 01/14/2015 and date/place unknown: there aren’t a ton of good videos of this cover (other than the pro-shot ones) but these are the best, especially the second one which has like. 6 views are 3 of them are probably mine lol. i just very much love the cover, particularly the last little added section... lord i got space.....

Millions, Armazém F, Lisbon 01/14/2015: solely on here because Gerard takes a flag from the audience and comments “one of these days I’m gonna open one of these and it’s gonna say ’Eat Shit’ on it” and i think that’s funny

This little lotion interlude, Samara 09/2015: just a fun little song moment :)

Also just the many, many speeches about trans rights and mental illness get a very hearty honorable mention here

anyway, thank you so much for the ask!! i appreciate any and all opportunities to talk about hesitant alien 💞

[megashadowdragon]

The Truth Of Yachiru & Nozarashi Finally revealed by Kubo !!

comments on youtube @dopepoisonivyoncrack

So by Zaraki giving Yachiru a name, Yachiru didn't only Manifest but also evolved to gain/become more human like by being a soul reaper? Isn't that fascinating

Bleach still remains to be a thinking man’s anime/manga. From the start clues were dropped left and right or Kubo conveniently built off the concepts he already introduced. We know from the fact that zanpakutou’s can manifest and these stems from the fact that everything in soul society is made up of reishi which is also the source of reiatsu. Higher spirit particle grade (main concept used on the latest bleach one shot)  means higher reiatsu and who’s to say reiatsu can’t be turned back to reishi right? That’s the phenomenon that’s happening. High level reiatsu can manifest even other beings such as yachiru and her being just a part of zaraki’s power means that zaraki is much more powerful than we thought.

a form of nozarashi's bankai....meaning kenpachi's bankai has more than one forms..and by the way, tensa zangetsu had two forms..the hollow form and the qincy form

Well this confirmed my suspicion. There is another character that never called their character by their true name and never got it’s full power, the guy with the eyebrow piece that is under Kenpachi. He hates his sword because it is a Kido weapon so he called it by a different name which altered its form. Kenpachi gave Yachiru her name in a similar manner, but because of the nature of their relationship she became something different as it was not a name out of spite. He gave her a unique identity. She had a true name but Kenpachi never knew it. I believe that is because Kenpachi never tried to depend on his weapon to work with it, speak to it and be United with it. It was just a tool that served. Giving Yachiru a name separated her from the “tool” as he actually cared for the spirit form of his Zanpaktuo without realizing it when they first met. Others who have done the same thing, making their sword a tool, never had real relationships with their weapon but knew exactly what they were doing, they were subjugating their servant. Kenpachi was just using a sword while caring for Yachiru. That is honestly why Kenpachi had to be lead away during the Zanpaktuo rebellion arc. That would have exposed the secret of what Yachiru was. Honestly I believe Yachiru purposely led Kenpachi away from Muramasa knowing the nature of their relationship would have been destroyed before Kenpachi was ready. Kenpachi and Yachiru’s story was beautifully done even though I was already certain Yachiru was Kenpachi’s Zanpaktuo in physical form. It wasn’t the first time that had occurred and Kenpachi was clearly not ready for that step in his life as a Soul Reaper.Show less Kubo has a Q and A website called Klub Outside The process of naming Yachiru so that she gains Soul Reaper powers is something we see before. This process is analogous to other Soul Reapers who don't have good relationships with their Zanpakuto. Firstly, Yachiru is a part of Kenpachi's Zanpakuto, correct? That means her relationship with Zaraki is a Zanpakuto and it's master. Problem is, Zaraki doesn't even want to listen to his Zanpakuto. To reach out to Zaraki, his Zanpakuto manifests physically in the form of Yachiru. Yachiru sort of does embody Zaraki. She is carefree and seemingly oblivious to the world of violence and massacre in the same way a child doesn't understand the true magnitudes of atrocities. This sort of encapsulates Zaraki as he loves to fight, he loves the feeling of going toe-to-toe with someone. Yachiru is probably a unique case because Zaraki's Reiatsu is so damn high it can facilitate such phenomena. Okay, so Yachiru is definitely a part of Zaraki, she is like a Zanpakuto, she can exist because Zaraki is a powerhouse but why does she gain Soul Reaper powers? The answer can be seen with Yumichika, Hihio Zabimaru and Zangetsu. Yumichika's Zanpakuto is unique because it has preferences in colours. It loves the colour azure but hates the colour wisteria. Yumichika knows this and leverages it. Yumichika doesn't like his Shikai because it's a Kido type, which is forbidden in the 11th Division because they hold only melee Zanpakutos as acceptable for their Division. Yumichika doesn't want people to know that his Zanpakuto is a Kido type because he wants to stay with his friend Ikkaku and doesn't want to be forced out for his Zanpakuto. Thus, he calls his Zanpakuto "Fuji Kujaku" or "Wisteria Peacock", which makes the Zanpakuto unhappy and only draw out part of it's power, creating a melee weapon that is acceptable in the 11th Division. Only by calling the Zanpakuto by it's true name of "Ruri'iro Kujaku" or "Azure Peacock" can the Soul Reaper draw it's full power, and by definition, it's true nature out. Similarly, when Yachiru forced herself into existence, Kenpachi giving her a name also gave her some powers. If Yachiru was thought of as a sword, he could now draw out some of it's power with a name, albeit, not it's true power, but some power nonetheless. That's why we see Yachiru with her own Shikai because it is part of Zaraki to a very small degree. I.e. Bloodthirsty to the point of lacking sanity -> Oblivious to the carnage like a child -> an actual child's behaviour and tastes manifesting in a Zanpakuto. The fact that Yachiru was Zaraki's Zanpakuto is even referenced chapters before Zaraki unveils Nozarashi. Yachiru seems to be inexplicably getting closer to hit Guenael Lee based off of pure instinct , just like how Zaraki fights. As for Hihio Zabimaru, it's a much closer comparison to the Yachiru-Nozarashi/Kenpachi dynamic than the Yumichika/Kujaku one. Renji thinks his Zanpakuto's true name is Hihio Zabimaru, which we learn is not true. How is it that Renji achieves Bankai while not using it's true name? Because "Hihio" is only partly it's true name, just like how "Yachiru" only describes Zaraki through Unohana, the bloodthirsty, diabolical criminal that knew every swordfighting style just 'cause she loved to fight. But that didn't describe who Nozarashi was, so only a part of Yachiru's power was drawn out. When Zaraki discovered Nozarashi's name, perhaps Yachiru was called back as Zaraki released all of his power (not on the Bankai level but in the sense that he realized who he was and who his Zanpakuto was - the shackles were broken). Even more on the nose, Old Man Zangetsu even said that any attack is more powerful when you know it's name. It's why Ichigo shouts "Getsuga Tenshou!" every time he wants to release that attack. He has to, otherwise it won't be as powerful - it'd just be the force of his sword. Similarly to both Zabimaru and Yachiru, only parts of their true name, and by extension, their true nature, has been revealed which is why only part of their power had been revealed.Show less

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[demivampirew]

Do you believe in destiny?

In celebration of Pride Month here an LGBTQ+ one-shot

Charlotte (Henry’s cousin) OFC - Sophie (OFC)

Triggers: Drinking.

Picture credits: Henry’s female version from Face App made by @hamianderson​ (I hope that you’re ok with me using the photo, I saved it inmediately after I saw it because is so beautiful 😍 ) and the other girl’s photo was taken from Google.

There were plenty of people in the park that morning. Kids playing, people walking their dogs, couples kissing on the benches. Sophie was listening to a Spotify playlist while running, not only to help set a pace for exercising but also as a pre-party since that night she was going out with friends. Sissy that Walk by RuPaul was playing and she would stop every a few seconds to move her hips to the rhythm of the music and to Vogue, Paris is Burning's style. She blew a kiss to two elderly women that were cheering for her. She continued trotting through the park when saw that a wallet fell from a lady's bag. Said woman never noticed that she lost her belonging and continued walking and was now reaching the entrance of the park. Sophie rushed towards her after picking billfold. She screamed "hey lady, here's your wallet" more than once, but the brunette did not hear her. Luckily, she made it just in time before the person left the park. When she turned around after feeling Sophie's hand on her shoulder, the last one could see the girl's face. She was shocked by the girl's beauty. Her blue eyes, wavy dark hair, ivory skin which looked like porcelain. The woman took the earphones from her ears and greeted her. She was so stunned that couldn't even move and it took her a moment to be able to speak. - Hi - she said shyly, which was incredibly odd for an extrovert like her.- Your wallet fell on the floor.- Sophie explained as she handed said thing to the lady. - Hi. Oh my gosh! Thank you so much!- the brunette replied as she took the object and offered a friendly smile to Sophie. - You're welcome.- she said, smiling back at her. She wanted to ask her number, to invite her out but was afraid to creep her out. She was a stranger to the woman and asking for her phone digits could scare her. Instead, she silently waved at the girl and continued running towards the opposite side.

Ku Klub was packed. Nick and John went to bar to pick up drinks for the group, while Lauren, Nicole and Sophie were dancing to Ariana's Side to Side. Twenty minutes went by waiting for the drinks and no news. Lauren looked at the bar and pointed out that both of their friends were flirting with two guys. The girls burst into laughter; it was always the same with those two. Sophie gestured her friends to follow her to the bar for the drinks. As they were waiting for the beverages, she turned around to have a good look at the people in the club. Shivers ran through her body when she saw the gorgeous woman from the park dancing alongside another girl. Sophie could not take her eyes away from her. Nicole noticed that her friend was staring at someone, so she looked at the point where the other girl was watching and saw the pretty girl with the wavy hair dancing. She smirked and elbowing Sophie on the arm and when she looked at her, she pointed out two daiquiris that the bartender left on the bar for them and then she pointed out to the beauty on the dancefloor. Sophie took a deep breath, grabbed the drinks and walked towards her. She stood close to her, waiting for her to turn around. The girl continued dancing facing another lady. The last one perceived Sophie's presence and look at her as she raised the beverages and give signs that were waiting for her companion to see her. The cutie with ebony skin and black hair got closer to the female dancing with her and spoke something in her ears. Then, she finally turned around and saw Sophie. She waved at her and approached her. - I'm Sophie- she introduced herself, speaking loudly for her to hear her over the club's music. - Charlotte - replied the other girl smiling as she accepted the daiquiri that was offered to her from the girl with the violet hair.

The girls tried to talk about themselves but realized that was a bit pointless over the loud music. So they ended up dancing for a while and then they left the place together. Charlotte offered to walk Sophie home and the girl accepted. This time they got a chance to engaged in a conversation. Sophie explained that she was a dance teacher and that she had her own dancing studio. Charlotte was a doctor and had recently moved to London; she informed that she was born in Saint Helier, one of Jersey's Islands and that she lived most of her life there until a few months ago. They shared more information about their lives and they laughed about how odd was that they meet twice in one day. When they got to Sophie's place, the woman did not miss the chance to ask for Charlotte's number, which she gladly gave it. After saving her number, Charlotte waved at her and started to walk away. The girl with the colourful hair entered her house, and pressed her back against the door and grinned.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two years later...

It was a beautiful spring afternoon. They chose to carry the wedding in the outside, in a field filled with glowing green grass and flowers with bright colours. Sophie was waiting next to the delicate balloon arc. She was wearing a beautiful white V-Neck Empire Wedding Dress, with colour matching sandals. Her hair was in a bun with some hair falling in both sides of her face and a flower tiara. She decided to add a thin lace belt over the dress with the colour of the bisexual flag in pastel tones and had a bracelet with a rainbow flag charm on it. Her brother was standing next to her, as he was chosen to be her best man. The nuptial march started to sound once more as Charlotte appeared and started her walk to the altar. She went for a mermaid cut dress also in the white colour. Her hair was styled in a dutch braid with a rainbow coloured scrunchie at the end. She was smiling at her lover as she approached her. Next to her, was her cousin Henry, who the bride chose as her best man and to walk her to the altar since her father passed away and she had no bothers. They smiled and held hands as they promised to love each other forever and ever.

[kathyprior4200]

Hazbin Hotel: That’s (Alastor’s) Entertainment!

“The Pilot is here! Follow Alastor, the Radio Demon as he pursues his goals of taking over Hell and messing with demons to keep his reputation intact. After seeing Princess Charlie announce her plan to rehabilitate sinners at her hotel, he arrives at the hotel to assist her. Along the way he meets porn film star Angel Dust and Charlie’s devoted girlfriend Vaggie. While Alastor seeks out new forms of entertainment, he also seems to have more sinister plans in mind.”

 The scene started with black curtains opening to a silhouette of a city. The words SpindleHorse Presents was written in white cursive before fading away.

 The building shadows were against a gray background with eye designs on it.

 A man with a radio voice sang a song.

 “At the end of the tunnel, there’s craziness.”

 A figure of a person was falling downwards through the darkness until ending at a tunnel of light. Shadows of demons falling into Hell were shown: Baxter, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, Niffty, Robo Fizz, and others.

  “And to meet me, how often one dies…”

 A silhouette of a human man with glasses and short hair looked to the left, speaking from a microphone with one hand while using a knife in the other. To the far left were cowering human silhouettes.  A white smile shape was shown were the man’s mouth was.

 The man turned to the right in a running motion where a shadow of a policeman, a hunter and a growling dog were staring at him. The dog bared its shadow teeth and the two men aimed long shadow guns at him. Black splatters appeared from near the shadow man’s head and the figure collapsed to the ground.

 “Yes my life is a game

 Just a quest for fame…

 And my foes all smashed up like flies…”

   White spinning silhouettes of Exterminators, weapons pointed, flew around the shadow city, as a glowing pentagram was created in the center.

 The shadow of the killer man appeared again, this time growing shadow deer ears and little antlers. His eyes were glowing red and a shadow staff appeared in his hand.

 The killer stood small within the towering shadow of a man with large antlers and glowing red eyes: his father. A woman wearing a dress and her hair in a bun stood off to the side with a hand on his shoulder: his mother.

 “Why have I always been such a killer?”

 “What can the reason be?”

 Tentacles and sharp mouths overtook the scene.

  “I wonder if the world’s to blame

I wonder if it could be me…”

 A spinning globe was surrounded by large watching white eyes. Rising up were silhouettes of the Exterminators, grinning faces, xs over their right eyes, stained with blood, holding swords and spears. One Exterminator grinned as its white face, eyes, smile, and halo glowed in the darkness before fading.

 In Hell, a small planet had a glowing pentagram on it in the crimson colored sky. “Fuck you Heaven!” and “cleanse!” were written in red graffiti by a broken window. A paper with an Exterminator drawing blew away. Other red signs read “Punishment” and “Your days are numbered,” in big letters. Spears stuck out of dead demon’s mouths in the street. A light spun around from a tower.

 Another Extermination had ended. Dead bodies of demons and horned creatures littered the streets. Some of them had spears through their open mouths. Charlie had sadly strolled on her balcony and shot fireworks from her finger to signal that it was safe. Everyone gradually emerged from inside buildings and other hideouts. Already, turf wars were in full swing as demons fought over new territory. Other denizens disposed of the bodies while the more sinister ones ate them.

 One sinister demon was tall and slender, with grayish skin. He wore a red suit, red dress coat and wine colored pants. His shoes were black with red hoof prints on the soles. The dress coat was dark red and decorated with small vertical lighter red stripes. His undershirt was lighter red with a black upside down cross design. A black bow-tie with a red center was below his long neck. Finally, his thick hair was red and black, with fluffy deer-like tuffs poking from his head like ears. Two small black antlers were between them. He even had a red and black deer tail, which was hidden under the fabric of his suit. An oval monocle was under his right eye, connected by a chain. His large glowing red eyes and smile of sharp yellow teeth was enough to scare even the toughest demon away…and for good reason.

 He was Alastor, the Radio Demon, one of the most feared and powerful overlords in Hell. Possessing supernatural abilities and shadow manipulation, he had conquering many areas of Hell and defeated overlords who had been in power for years. Using a red vintage style microphone staff, he could broadcast his carnage and victories at will, hence why sinners called him the Radio Demon. He thrived on domination, trickery, and deceit…always in search for the next entertaining event. Alastor’s dark qualities were balanced out by his love of music, dancing, singing, and the finer things in life.

 Emerging from his underground lair in the shadow spirit realm via portal, Alastor sang a merry song as passerby cowered when he approached. It was around the same time when Charlie sang her lament.

   “At the end of the tunnel, there’s craziness

And to meet me, how often one dies

Yes my life is a game

Just a quest for fame

And my foes all smashed up like flies”

  “Why have I always been such a killer?

What can the reason be?

I wonder if the world’s to blame

I wonder if it could be me?”

  “I’m always seeking power

 Basking in light, for the show

 My schemes match up to my dreams

 No one else shall know”

 “Some people mope and find sadness

 I always laugh and show my grin

 Some people fail and rest in their sin

 With that I’ll always manage to win

 Believe me”

  “I’m always seeking power

 Waiting to hunt the gullible brown deer

 Again”

  Several signs read “Welcome to Hell: population, a fuck ton.” There were advertisements of drugs, food, casinos, weapons, and porn everywhere. Demons of all shapes and sizes roamed the streets, one flying demon caught a smaller one in its talons. Vox, Valentino and Velvet sat together in a Porn Studios building. A scientist and a wild haired demon picked up weapons to sell on the black market. Rosie crossed out the name “Franklin” on her emporium sign with a grin. It was now Rosie’s emporium. More demons picked up the dead remains and put them in shopping carts.  

   The clock tower rang out as the counter changed from 0 to 365 days until the next purge.

“Next cleanse” was over the counter in fancy letters.

 Against a black screen, the title “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel” appeared on a pink sign. A black winged key made up the letter T in “hotel.” A red eye was in the circle of the key.

  Sadly, the other characters didn’t get as much screentime as they did in the original episode. Instead of Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb fighting Sir Pentious in turf wars, we see Alastor and Vox in an intense argument before blasting each other with electricity, moving wires and tentacles and exchanging insults. The scene cuts to Angel Dust fighting Sir Pentious and the Egg Bois in the background as Alastor shakes his head.

 In fact, the blue demon that says “I’m alive!” gets immediately run over…but by a different vehicle owned by the self-proclaimed main character.

 And it’s not Charlie.

 Yep, the Radio Demon did have a car. A blood-red 1929 Packard modified and slightly modernized. Thanks to magic, it could go at fast speeds and even morph into shadow. It had regular tires instead of the typical wheels for the model and a metal step to get inside (though Alastor didn’t need it). The round headlights in the front hummed with bright red light, making them look like angry eyes that could stare into your souls. At high speeds, black radio dials would appear and move in the headlights. Since Alastor was so tall, there was no square roof overhead, just nice leather seats inside and of course, a car radio. Small Voodoo symbols decorated the sides of the vehicle and sometimes glowed in the dark.

 There was a metal grate in the front between the headlamps and below that was a row of sharp yellow teeth, reminiscent of Alastor’s smile. A little gold metal deer head was displayed and attached over the grate. The license plate in the back read “RDO DMN 666” for Radio Demon 666.  The car could also morph into newer vehicles as illusions. It wasn’t uncommon for demons to grow envious when they spotted the Radio Demon cursing around in a cherry colored convertible, sneaking around in a burgundy limo, or racing around in a crimson Porshe.

 That is until they saw the headlights and the Radio Demon’s grinning face before facing a harsh crushing impact before seeing darkness.

 Alastor would smirk like a bigshot with Rosie, Mimzy and several demon women in their seats.  Of course, he would hold open the door for them when stepping in and out. He would take them to clubs for dancing or to theaters at night. Other times, his shadow would appear in the seat next to him and shoot people from the shotgun spot. It was one of his classic jokes he liked to make.

    “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m opening the first of its kind! A hotel that rehabilitates sinners!”

 The audience stared in stunned silence after Charlie had finished talking. Not even the flesh-eating crickets were chirping through the awkward quiet.

 A bloodstained logo “Radio Hack” was displayed above a window which provided a stack of dozens of TVs inside. One demon watching had deer antlers and a flaming blue face, one of the many cruel overlords. Crymini, the 90’s hellhound, stood with a little demon wearing a jester hat upside down. Two hellhound twins stood nearby, one with dyed red hair, the other purple. A neon sign nearby read “Bar” “Klub Kanji,” and “used TVs.”

 In a bar, dark demons wearing cowboy hats were playing pool, not even paying attention. The lead demon wore a cloth over his grinning face and had a large barrel gun for an arm. His friend looked like a demonic bug, and another looked like a mustached villain from an old film. Meanwhile in a bar, purple and blue dragon-like demons sat and drank while casually watching the TVs overhead.

 Charlie stuttered, “Ya know…’Cause hotels are for people passing through…temporarily…”

 A tattooed dark blue reptile demon stood up and let out a loud laugh.

 “Is this girl for real? She thinks, you hear what she thinks? She…heh, heh, heh, oh she’s nuts.” The demon walked away with a small lavender creature and a tall maroon being wearing punk rock clothing and crazy neon hair.

 Charlie added, “I figure it would serve a purpose…a place work toward redemption!” She weakly added, “Yay.”

 With a tapping of his shoes, Alastor walked and stopped right behind Crymini, the flaming deer overlord and a demon with eyes and a couple mouths on his face. Hatchet, the white skinned red-haired Zoophobia dragon, smartly left the scene.

 He had heard of the demon princess before, but he wasn’t expecting her to appear on TV. He certainly never heard of an idea so crazy before. Making sinners good people was even less likely than making pigs fly (which was one magic trick he could do on occasion).

  Charlie stared around her, concerned. “Look, every single one of you has something good deep down inside. I know you do.”

 A light bulb went off into her head as she smirked. “Maybe I’m not getting through to you…”

 Vaggie face palmed, knowing what was coming next. “Oh no…”

 Charlie snapped her fingers and her bodyguard demons appeared. One sat and began to play a grand piano.

 Alastor stood behind two hellhound twins wearing crop tops and a hanging jester. Next to him was a poster that showed him in his demon form terrorizing the circus, demons trapped within flames inside the tent. His army of voodoo horned imps carrying knives and skulls on pikes surrounded the tortured sinners. The words were bold and full of warning: “BEWARE HIM!” “DO NOT FUCK WITH HIM!” In tiny letters off to the side on the wall read: “for a good time: 666-373-9494.”

 Alastor tilted his head to the side in curiosity. His shadow appeared off to his right, morphing into a snarling wendigo deer-like creature. He couldn’t help but tap his foot and hum along as she sang.

 He even started to sing to himself, making his own version of the song.

 “Inside of every demon is a lost cause

Inside of every sinner is a foolish failure

Inside of every godforsaken drug addicted manic…”

 Dude,” moaned a stupid demon with a boar head, “I’m trying to watch the show.”

 “Here’s a show I’ll give you,” Alastor thought as he snapped his fingers and sent the boar flying through the air and into a lava pit.

 “They’ll turn around

Dead in the ground

With just a little time

Down at her crappy hotel…”

 He did feel a bit unnerved at the part where she cuddled with a dog and then threw the dog away.

  After Charlie had finished singing, Alastor laughed out loud. That was quite the performance he had seen! He particularly enjoyed Charlie’s demon transformation and her conjuring of fire for the special effects. And he had to admit that she was a good singer too, despite her ridiculous idea.

 But his favorite part came up next.

 In the blaring red lights, Charlie and Katie fought each other on the desk. Katie was in her insect demon form, crawling on her hands and limbs. She briefly held Charlie down, who dodged and then leapt at Katie, knocking both of them off the table.

 “She’s pretty and has a feisty spirit,” Alastor thought.

 “Why won’t anyone help me?” Tom Trench yelled as flames rose from his body.

 “You’re on fire, Tom Trench!” Alastor exclaimed, while laughing at his own joke.

  Befriending the princess, and doing something different seemed like a good idea. He glanced over at a faraway Happy Hotel building.

 He knew where he would go next.

  After following the white limbo to the hotel in his car, he got out and made his way up to the double stained glass doors with the apple designs on them. Upon further inspection of the hotel, he noticed it was a unique design if not a bit under wear and tear. From the Titanic-like ship off to the side to the hanging carousel that made up a balcony…and perhaps his favorite part, the circus tent overhang in the front decorated with eye designs.

 He had never actually met Charlie before but he heard that she was powerful and different among the demons. For one, she was born in Hell, and two, she was the daughter of Lucifer and Lilith, king and queen of Hell.

 He would have to tread carefully around members of the royal family. Though he thought of them as amusing, he knew how powerful they were.

 Sweat formed on his forehead and he found himself glancing around.

  Why was he suddenly…nervous?

 Somebody like him couldn’t afford to let any sign of weakness show. Of course He wanted to make a good first impression, plus he was sort of curious as to why she would pursue this rehabilitation idea. His nervousness faded away when he imagined Charlie as naïve. Maybe he could easily trick her and not have to be caught by anyone?

 The best thing he could do for the moment was be polite and offer to help. As any good charmer and manipulator knew, first impressions and the process were everything…

 And a nice big smile was the crème de la crème.

  Puffing out his chest, he knocked on the door.

 It was a very slow “Shave and a Haircut knock.”

  The knocking from outside interrupted Charlie’s thoughts. She opened her eyes.

  An ice cold feeling of dread spread through her veins. No other demon would ever do that kind of knock.

 Unless…

 She tentatively reached out her hand to the door handle, and quickly pulled it open.

 Sure enough, the most feared demon in Hell was standing right outside her door. A couple of shadow spirits poked their heads through.

 Charlie’s face morphed into sheer terror, eyes wide as saucers.

 Yes, there she was, right in front of him. Alastor opened his eyes as they glowed red, a radio sound emitting from him. His eyes dilated playfully as he raised a finger in greeting.

 “Hell…”

 The door abruptly slammed shut.

 Brief silence.

 Charlie opened it again…

 “…oooo!”

 Slammed it again.

 Alastor could hear Charlie’s muffled voice from inside.

 “Hey Vaggie!”

 “What?”

 “The Radio Demon is at the door!”

 “What?!”

 “Who?” asked Angel.

 “What should I do?!” Charlie asked.

 “Well, don’t let him in!” Vaggie said.

  A growl formed in Alastor’s throat.

 He stood there, shocked in front of the stained glass door, smile still plastered on his face, hand and curved claw in the air.

 “Well… that was…rude,” he thought. “Usually people are too sacred to answer when I come by. Or they rush to try and please me because they know I could slaughter them at any time. I’ll just wait here then…or maybe break this door down…”

 He had been turned down not once but twice by her! If she had been an average demon, she would’ve been a bloody heap on the floor. The princess should know better than to reject anyone like that, especially a prideful demon like himself.

Any offense to his pride would not go unnoticed.

 Charlie opened the door again.

 “May I speak now?” Alastor asked, hiding his anger.

 “You may,” said Charlie.

 Alastor held out his right hand to her, which briefly glowed. He half expected her to reach out and shake it right away…which would’ve proven her naïve nature…but instead she just stood there.

  “Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart, quite a pleasure.”

 He eagerly grabbed her wrist and leaned his face close to hers before strutting inside. Charlie stood, dumbfounded, her hand still out.

 “Excuse my sudden visit,” he went on, “but I saw your fiasco on a picture show and I just couldn’t resist. What a performance!”

Audience cheers came from his staff as he turned around.

  “Why I haven’t been that entertained since the stock market crash of 1929!”

 He bobbed his head side to side and burst into laughter. He glanced back at Charlie who was by the door. “So many orphans!”

 A sharp spear was suddenly pointed at him. He froze in fear, his smile still on his face.

 “Stop right there!” It was Vaggie.

 She swore in Spanish under her breath: “Carbon hijo de perra! (Son of a bitch!) I know your game. And I’m not gonna let you hurt anyone here, you pompous, cheesy, talk show shitlord!”

 Alastor’s eyes narrowed and glowed. He made a low noise of warning.

 “You have a lot of nerve to stand up to me like that, girl,” he thought. “You don’t know anything about me, and you certainly aren’t going to stand in my way.”

 Alastor merely laughed slightly and nudged the weapon away with his fingers. Charli and Vaggie were in front of him.

 “Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here…”

 He added in a low creepy tone, “I would have done so already.”

 His red eyes briefly turned to red radio dials and radio static filled the room. He tilted his head slightly, letting his chaotic magic roam. Vaggie and Charlie were frozen in fear as they caught glimpses of red Voodoo symbols, static, and warped reality.

 Then just as quickly, the noise and magic ceased and Alastor shook his head, eyes back to full red. For a brief moment, they had been small red pupils inside black sockets.

 “That scare should teach them to remember their place,” he thought.

He bowed. “No, I’m here because I want to help!”

 Charlie was sure she hadn’t heard him right.

 “Say what now?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

 “Help!” he responded with another laugh, leaning in close before moving back.

 He held up his microphone staff.

  “Hello?” he asked with a laugh. “Is this thing on? Testing, testing…”

 He tapped it and a glowing red eye appeared in the center. “Well, I heard you loud and clear!” the microphone responded, eye shaking in fear.

 “Um…you want to help?” Charlie asked.

 Alastor appeared behind the demon girls, hands on their backs, switching from a shadow to his regular self. Both Vaggie and Charlie flinched.

 “With…” he mentioned in an imitation of Charlie’s voice,

“…this ridiculous thing you’re trying to do!” finishing in his normal voice. “This hotel!”

 Charlie could hear the call bell ding twice on the table, even though no one was there to ring it.

 “I want to help you run it.”

 “Uh…why?” Charlie asked, confused.

 Alastor laughed again. “Why does anyone do anything? Sheer absolute boredom! I’ve lacked inspiration for decades!”

 He placed his elbow on an annoyed Vaggie’s head.

 “My work became mundane...lacking focus…”

 He then shoved Vaggie aside. She was clearly an inferior little doll he could push around.

 “…aimless!” he continued. “I’ve come to crave a new form of entertainment!”

 He laughed again.

Charlie looked downcast. “Does getting into a fist fight with a reporter count as entertainment?”

 Alastor laughed again.

 “It’s the purest kind, my dear! Reality! True passion! After all, the world is a stage! And the stage is a world of entertainment!”

 Charlie brightened a bit. “So, does this mean that you think it’s possible to rehabilitate a demon?”

Alastor help up a hand and laughed. “Of course not. That’s wacky nonsense! Redemption, oh the non-existent humanity! Nononono, I don’t think there’s anything left that could save such loathsome sinners!”

 He glanced at Vaggie and Angel Dust sitting on the sofa, mischief in his eyes. They would be fun to mess with.

  “The chance given to them was the life they lived before; the punishment is this!”

  He spread out his arms, turning away. “There is no undoing what is done!”

 His eyes glowed red, pupils constricted. There really was no way to change the past. All the sinners were destined to suffer in a matrix of pleasure, illusion, and the threat of a second death. For Alastor, every demon was a lost cause…and paradoxically, that also included him.

 He had dealt with authority figures before in his previous life…those racist religious folk who believed that God and the elite had complete control over his fate and the fate of everyone else. Now here it was again, in the form of God, the angels, Vox, Lucifer pretty much anybody he hated. It wasn’t his fault he killed and ate all his victims. If certain people hadn’t pushed him over the edge…

 He glanced over when he heard Charlie’s voice.

 “So then, why do you want to help me if you don’t believe in my cause?” Charlie asked.

 Alastor smirked and looked at Charlie over his shoulder. “Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself!”

 He pulled her close to him with his arm and twirled her around in a quick dance. Charlie narrowed his eyes at him and gave him a look. He ignored her. “I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment! Only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure.”

 His eyes glowed red and his left eyebrow raised slightly. Just the thought of having the fates and lives of demons in his hands was enough to get him excited…or perhaps even aroused.

“Right…” Charlie began, slowly removing his clawed hand from her shoulder. Alastor’s hand flinched at the sudden touch.

 Alastor chuckled and took her aside for a walk. “Yes indeedy! I see big things coming your way, and who better to help than I.”

 He impressed her further with some charm and making his staff appear in his hand.

  Vaggie walked up to Charlie and pulled her aside.

 “Charlie, listen to me. You just can’t believe this creep! He isn’t just a happy face! He’s a dealmaker, pure evil! He can’t be redeemed! And is most likely looking for a way to destroy everything we’re trying to do.”

 Alastor drummed his fingers against his palm, listening in on their conversation with a grin.

 “I…” Charlie began. “…we don’t know that. Look…I know he’s bad, and I know he probably doesn’t wanna change, but the whole point of this is to give people a chance! To have faith things will be better! How can I turn someone away? I can’t. It goes against everything I’m trying to do. Everything I believe in.”

 Alastor stared in fascination at a family picture on the wall. It showed Lucifer dressed in white, Lilith in a dark purple dress, and Charlie as a little girl wearing a brown and white dress in the middle. The picture border consisted of branches and yellow eyeballs and a dried rose in the upper right hand corner.

 “Such a lovely portrait! A picture of perfection! It’d be such a shame if something awful were to happen to them…”

 “Just trust me,” Charlie added placing comforting hands on her girlfriend’s shoulders, “I can take care of myself.”

 Charlie,” warned Vaggie, “Whatever you do, do not make a deal with him!”

 From a distance, Alastor opened up the palm of one hand, claws curled inward, hand glowing. From his viewpoint it looked like he was grabbing onto both girls. They glanced in his direction, worry on their faces.

 “I’ll have these two in the palm of my hand…”

 “Don’t worry, Charlie replied to Vaggie. “I picked up one thing from my Dad…” she spoke in a manly voice, “Ya don’t take shit from other demons!”

 Gathering her courage, Charlie marched over to the Radio Demon.

  “Ok, so…Al. You’re sketchy as fuck, and you clearly see what I’m trying to do here is a joke. But I don’t.”

 Charlie turned away. She was so close and so vulnerable.

 Red Voodoo symbols floated around Alastor as his eyes glowed.

 “If you could stay turned around so I can knock you out…” he thought.

Charlie narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously and the symbols vanished.

 “So close,” he thought in frustration as she turned around to face him.

  Charlie continued. “I think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better. So, I’m taking your offer to help. On the condition that there be no tricks or voodoo strings attached.”

 Alastor twirled his cane and held out his hand. “So it’s a deal then?”

 Flashes of eerie green light surrounded him, electricity snaking up the walls.

 “Nope!” Charlie yelled, holding out her hands. The energy stopped. “No shaking! No deals!”

 Alastor’s eyes constricted. “She rejected my deal,” he thought. “This will be more challenging than I expected.”

 He walked forward a step.

 Charlie continued.  “As princess of Hell, and heir to the throne, I uh, hereby order that you help with this hotel, for a long as you desire.”

 A moment of pause…he brushed his hair back.

 “Sound fair?” she asked.

  “Hmm. Fair enough. Cool beans.” Alastor shrugged, walking on and making his cane disappear. Charlie breathed a sigh of relief and even did a thumbs up.

 Alastor stopped and spotted Vaggie off to the side. How pathetic she was, frowning like that. He smirked in a way outside observers would describe as lecherous. He tickled her under her chin with a finger.

 “Smile, my dear! You know you’re never fully dressed without one!”

 Alastor hummed happily on his way, while Vaggie growled in disgust and rage.

 “So…where is your hotel staff?” Alastor asked.

 “Uh, well…” Charlie began. Alastor peered at Vaggie through his monocle. “Oh ho ho ho, you’re going to need more than that.”

 He walked over towards Angel.

 “And what can you do, my effeminate fellow?”

 Angel grinned. “I can suck your dick!”

 Alastor could almost scream in disgust after hearing that.

 “Ha! No.” Alastor deadpanned.

 “Your loss,” Angel said with a slight laugh. Alastor summoned his cane.

“Well, this just won’t do!” Alastor exclaimed. “I suppose I can cash in a few favors to liven things up!”

 The spell came easily in his mind: “dife sèvitè, reveye.”

  He snapped his fingers and a fire sparked to life in a small circular fireplace. Animal skeletons decorated either side of the wall. The wall and fireplace were repaired.

 A dark figure plopped down onto the chimney floor.

 Alastor walked over and picked up the creature with his hand. A large single yellow eye was revealed. Angel, Vaggie, and Charlie peered at the creature. In a puff of smoke and a squeak, the creature revealed herself. A cute cyclops girl was wearing a pink dress with a poodle on the front, her short wide hair dark magenta with a streak of yellow.

 “This little darling is Niffty!” Alastor introduced, before dropping her. She landed on her feet. She was an adorable little thing.

“Hi! I’m Niffty!” she greeted with a wave. “It’s nice to meet you! It’s been a while since I’ve made new friends!” She laughed slightly and her pupil grew smaller, darting in circles.

 “Why are you all women?” she asked. “Have any men here?! I’m sorry, that’s rude.” She missed the fact that Angel was male, for obvious reasons.

 She briefly picked up Charlie, while Vaggie held her spear defensively at her.

 “Oh man, this place is filthy!” she exclaimed, running around and lifting up couch cushions. “It really needs a lady’s touch, which is weird, because you’re all ladies, no offence.” She chewed on a black spider she found, then rushed toward some stained glass windows.

 She darted around, using a dust ruffle to clean them. “Oh my gosh, this is awful! No, no, no…Nope!”

 She raced around, removing cobwebs, then poking at a piece of a voodoo doll. Well, it was actually a live blue beetle doll that Alastor had stabbed with a clothing pin for Niffty to play with. Alastor looked amused, while the others stared in disbelief.

 “So fortunate of me to have met her in Hell. A former chimney sweeper in the 20th century. Heard she died from too much smoke. Services are still good! Though, I didn’t give her much of an option to begin with…” he thought.

   Meanwhile, at a casino, a cat demon placed a joker, an ace, a 2, and a fourth card down on the table. He had black and white fur, wore a black top hat and had red wings with card suits decorated on them. He also had long red eyebrows and wore a red bow tie.

 “Ha!” he declared in triumph. “Read ‘em and weep, boys!”

 He suddenly felt himself being forcefully pulled out of the room through space and time.

  “Full…whoa!”

 “Transpòte ganbadeur la.”

 He ducked as a curtain of red energy surrounded the existing space. Voodoo symbols flashed in the background along with eight yellow eyes, a creepy voodoo skull and a purple skeleton of a worm-like creature. Another voodoo skull with horns appeared for a moment not too far from tan ghost-like spirits with creepy faces and a row of jagged teeth.

 The cat demon figured he must have had too much booze to drink.

 “…the hell?”

 As the images faded, he soon found himself at the hotel bar, not in the previous room at the casino. A large “Come and play Blackjack” sign took up much of the wall behind him. Most peculiar, the gray wood walls were missing halfway up, replaced by the red themed décor of the hotel. Husk was sitting in a portion of the casino he was in. It felt like he was in a house with no roof surrounded by the outside world.

 “What the fuck is this?”

 He saw Alastor and pointed an accusing claw.

 “You.”

 “Ah, Husker, my good friend!” Alastor cheerfully greeted. “Glad you could make it!”

 Husk could have at least been polite for once, but Alastor decided to let it slide.

 Alastor’s head briefly had the appearance of large antlers sticking out from either side. When he moved it, it was revealed to be an antler skull with glowing green eyes hanging in the background. Snakes were wrapped around one of the white curtains supporting a bar stand. “Big Booze,” “Welcome” and “Big Soul” signs were placed overhead on the stand. Neon green card suits consisted of the designs at the bottom of the stand.

 “Don’t you “Husker” me, you son of a bitch!” Husk spat, and swiped Alastor’s hand aside from his shoulder. “I was about to win the whole damn pot!”

Husk stared in anger as the stacks of money and chips on the table vanished in static.

 “Good to see you too!” added Alastor.

 Husk face palmed. “What the hell do you want with me this time?”

 Alastor grabbed hold of him, startling him so much that cards fell from his hands.

 “My friend, I am doing some charity work, so I took it upon myself to volunteer your services! I hope that’s okay.”

 Husk was taken aback. “Are you shittin’ me?!”

 “No, I don’t think so,” Alastor replied. He casually brushed off his sleeves.

 Husk shoved the Radio Demon off him. “You thought it would be some kind of big fuckin’ riot just to pull me outta nowhere? You think I’m some kinda fuckin’ clown?”

 “Maybe.”

 Audience laughter emitted from the microphone.

 “I ain’t doin’ no fuckin’ charity job,” Husk protested.

 Alastor appeared next to him, startling the cat demon. “Well I figured you would be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment.”

 He pointed toward the bar stand with the staff. The sound of audience clapping came from his radio staff.

 “With your charming smile and welcoming energy…”

 Alastor spread the corners of Husk’s mouth upward into a demonic smile of yellow teeth. Husk frowned seconds after he let go.

 ��…this job was made for you!”

 Alastor strutted over toward the bar stand, the soles of his shoes revealing red hoof prints as he walked.

 “Don’t worry, my friend,” Alastor continued, “I can make this more welcoming…if you wish.”

 With a curve of his fingers, a green bottle of cheap booze appeared on the counter.

 Husk stared with wide eyes, suddenly very thirsty. He swore he could hear the sound of a slot machine.

 “What, you think you can buy me with a wink and some cheap booze?!” He took the bottle on anger. “Well you can!”

 He immediately guzzled it down and walked away.

 “Too easy,” thought Alastor.

 By this time, Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust had arrived to see what the commotion was about. Vaggie rushed toward the bar, furious.

 “Hey, hey, hey, hey!” yelled the moth demon. “No, no bar, no alcohol. This is supposed to be a place that discourages sin! Not some kind of…mouth, brothel, man-cave…”

 Angel lunged himself into her, knocking her to the floor.

 “Shut up! Shut! Up! We are keeping this.” He pointed at Husk with multiple gloved hands.

  He slid up to Husk. “Hey,” he said in a flirtatious voice.

“Go fuck yourself,” Husk deadpanned, drinking his booze.

 “Only if you watch me,” Angel retorted.

 To make matters worse for Husk, Charlie leaned in close to him, excitement and red stars in her eyes.

 “Oh my gosh! Welcome to the Happy Hotel! You are going to love it here!”

 “I lost the ability to love years ago,” Husk replied, gulping down more booze.

Alastor walked in, an ever-present grin on his face.

 “So, what do you think?”

 Charlie ran over to him. “This is amazing!” she beamed.

 Alastor’s eyes blinked rapidly at the sweet sight of Charlie rubbing her cheeks and smiling at him. He could watch it all day.

 “It’s okay,” Vaggie said from nearby, arms crossed.

 Alastor laughed and pulled the two girls close to him. “This is going to be very entertaining!”

 He shoved Vaggie again and his laughter mixed with the sound of an old radio.

 Alastor conjured fire in his hand…Charlie stared in wonder at the flames and the voodoo symbols. He threw the flames in the air, distracting Charlie from him shoving aside her friend hard. Alastor then changed his attire with magic. He now wore a fancy red suit with a white undershirt and a black bow tie. A red top hat appeared on his head, complete with small spikes along the black band and two needles sticking out from the top. He twirled Charlie around in a dance, the princess looking stunned. Pointing his finger over her head, he transformed Charlie’s outfit. Her blonde hair was now short and wavy. She wore an elegant black and red dress, black gloves, a pink hat with a small black bow and black heels. She looked like a dapper lady from the early 20th century.

 Charlie stared at her conjured clothing in amazement.

Vaggie was on the floor, fuming.

 Alastor began to sing as he danced with Charlie, a new spring in his steps.

 “You have a dream

 You wish to tell

 He turned to the fuming Vaggie on the floor, letting her know that he thought Charlie’s idea was silly.

 “and it’s so laughable…”

 He turned back to Charlie.

 “But hey kid, what the hell!”

 Alastor picked Charlie up and threw her into the air. She yelped in delight and landed gracefully next to him. Two glowing apples and a skull with deer horns flashed in the background.

 Reality had been altered to the Radio Demon’s liking. The entire room was lit in psychedelic colors. Voodoo symbols and shapes were etched in every nook and cranny, including a pair of pink claws reaching for the door. Alastor and Charlie waltzed in the spotlight as electro swing music began to play in the distance. The all-encompassing noise, though, was the signature radio-static sound.

 Charlie found herself sliding down one of the apple-etched railings, Alastor leading the way. They landed on the lower floor as Alastor continued his reprise.

 “Cause you’re one of a kind

A charming demon belle!”

 Deer statues and painted antlers were everywhere.

 Back at the bar stand, Husk sat looking bored. Vaggie hissed at Angel grabbing onto her shoulder, while Niffty stared in wonder. Alastor snapped his fingers and their outfits changed as well.

 Angel was wearing a neon pink suit, Husk a pink bow tie, Vaggie a dark dress, with her hair now smooth and long, and finally Niffty, with a cute top hat with small flowers.

 “Now let’s give these burning fools a place to dwell

(Take it, boys!)”

 Alastor snapped his fingers once more and shadowy imps rose to life from a hole in the ground. The happy spirits played a trumpet, a tuba, and a drum set. Charlie snapped her fingers to the beat, while Vaggie watched with worry. She reached out to her friend but was pulled away by Alastor. He enveloped the group into a tight hug with a laugh, followed by glowing images of dark spirits staring at them. Niffty watched in amazement, but not the other three.

 “Inside of every demon is a lost cause…”

Alastor pulled Husk and Angel close again. He rubbed Angel’s head with a white hat and went on his merry way. Husk gave him the bird as he left.

 “But we’ll dress ‘em up now with just a smile!”

(With a smile!)

  Vaggie stood, annoyed in the spotlight. Using his cane, Alastor added a feathered peacock hat and a white fox fur to her outfit. She looked ridiculous. Then out of nowhere, he slapped her butt.

 Vaggie seethed in rage after he walked away.

 Alastor danced some more, kicking a horned skull to the side. In the background, Niffy happily swept up the bits of bone.

 “And we’ll chlorinate this cesspool

With some old redemption flair

And show these simpletons some proper class and style!

(What’s in style? Oh!)”

 He made his way to the circular fireplace, where he waved his staff. Shadows arrived to join the party, including a shadowy version of himself, with large antlers and fangs. He made it disappear in a poof, then snuck toward Charlie. He led her in an upbeat dance, spinning her around, helping her match her steps to his. Charlie blushed when Alastor toyed with her cheeks. As Charlie was led away, Vaggie stood in the background, horrified and disgusted. What was happening to her friend?

 Charlie and Alastor laughed as they danced, the princess locked in a happy trance. Alastor was in his element, his pupils dilated, a joyful demeanor.

 Maybe this could turn into something more? Could it even be…love?

 “Here below the ground

I’m sure you’re plan is sound!

They’ll spend a little time

Down at this Hazbin Ho…”

  Alastor was about to finish his song, when an explosion burst apart a window behind him. He stood frozen, pupils constricting, his body going alert.

 Whatever, or whomever had interrupted his song was going to pay dearly.

 Niffty stared in amazement, shouting “Whoo!” before she was blasted backwards, the door hitting her in the face.

 Alastor’s spell soon wore off and everyone was back in their regular clothes. Alastor, Husk (still drinking), Niffty, Charlie, Angel, and Vaggie, peered out of the hole to see what was going on. Vaggie had her weapon at the ready.

 Looking skyward, the group saw a cracked blimp in the air. It had a small random band aid with a sad face on it along the rim. A familiar snake villain popped out of his hideout.

 “Ha!” Sir Pentious laughed. “Well, well, well, look who it is harboring the striped freak! We meet again, Alastor!”

 Apparently, he was also rivals with Alastor.

 But Alastor simply asked, “Do I know you?”

 The snake boss looked disappointed. Then he said in anger, “Oh yes you do! And this time, I have the element of…surprise!”

 The villain raced toward his pink velvet chair and pulled a lever. A metallic cannon lowered to the ground. The cannon fired up with pink energy as pink smoke appeared around them.

 “He laughed manically. “I’m so evil!”

 Then he added, “I have an Egg army!”

 “Well, we have an Alastor,” Charlie responded.

 Alastor snapped his fingers, red tendrils of smoke rising from his hand. The weapon froze in mid fire and a fiery portal opened up below the blimp.

 A horde of black tendrils rose from the hole, latching onto the ship. One tentacle ripped off the cannon and threw it into another smaller portal, causing it to explode in pink smoke. One of the tentacles had already smashed a hole in the large round window.

 Sir Pentious looked on in shock as his Egg Bois slammed against the wall (one of them read #Ouch.) One of the eggs cracked open, spilling out yellowish brains and small organs among the stains of yok. Sir Pentious and another minion were thrown against the wall.

 “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” he screamed before he was slammed against the ceiling by a black limb.

 “Oh, that hurt!” he cried.

 Sir Pentious screamed as he was dragged along the floor and lifted up slightly. He was held in place, surrounded by the wrapped up tendril. At once, the tendril shrunk and squeezed the helpless snake. The Egg Bois ran around screaming as black cracks appeared on the floor and walls.

 From the outside, more black tendrils were closing in. Red voodoo symbols appeared around the blimp.

 “Ede m 'sèrviteur.”

 Four horned shadowy spirits with red auras floated around, wearing toothy grins.

 The tendrils were now wrapped around the entire blimp, holding it in place like thick black vines.

 Red radio waves filled Alastor’s eyes as he circled his fingers and worked is magic. Voodoo symbols appeared all around him as he altered the state of reality. Radio static consumed the air.

The vines thickened and completely enclosed the blimp. The spirits swooped around it in excitement, with echoing shrieks. The aura around the tendrils glowed a fiery yellow, the same color as the portal rim.

 “Kalfu! Destriksyon pa bra nwa.”

 Alastor closed his four-fingered hand which began to glow. A red drop of blood fell from his glowing hand. The tendrils proceeded to crush the blimp. Pink rays of light shot from the center and the blimp exploded in a loud BOOM!

 Pink smoke spread everywhere as the spirits sped away. The tendrils broke into severed bloody pieces that rained down to the ground. Alastor smiled victoriously, while behind them, the group of five stared in utter terror and shock. (Save for Niffty who had a small smile on her face).

 Alastor’s angry, bloodlust eyes spoke volumes.

 “And stay out of this hotel and from my friends you pathetic excuse of snakeskin.”

A sharp pain throbbed on his hand and bags appeared under his eyes. Magic had taken some work from him…and it also made him hungry.

 “Well, I’m starved!” Alastor exclaimed, turning around to face the group, happy again. “Who wants some jambalaya?” He spread his arms out. “My mother once showed me a wonderful recipe for jambalaya! In fact, it nearly killed her!”

 He laughed as he led the way back to the hotel. The others followed.

 “You could say the kick was right out of Hell!”

 He added while laughing at his own joke, “Oh, I’m on a roll!”

 From up above, the hotel looked like a mashed-up haunted house. An old dark train was perched on a balcony, with some monstrous faces carved in. A ship, reminiscent of the Titanic, was leaning upwards against the building as part of the structure. An old carousel served as part of the upper balcony and windows. Skull designs decorated the small windows in a row. Finally, on top of a giant yellow eye, was the sign “Happy Hotel” supported by pillars of worn wood.  

Alastor continued, “Yes, sir, this is the start of some real changes down here! The game is set! Now…”

 He glanced up and pointed his finger toward the sign. Pink electricity shot out and made contact with the sign.

 The sign now read “Hazbin Hotel.”

 “Stay tuned,” he finished with a low sinister laugh.

[nuclearblastuk]

NAILED TO OBSCURITY | Band release first tour diary trailer

German melodic death/doom metallers NAILED TO OBSCURITY are  currently on tour with EQUILIBRIUM,  LORD OF THE LOST and OCEANS. Today, the  band releases the first part of their tour diary video series. Watch episode  one to get an insight into the band's life on the road, here: youtu.be/YG6dzzhGLhU    The band comments: "It’s  day 7 on our tour with Equilibrium, Lord Of The Lost and Oceans! We had a  great start and the tour-family is growing more closely together with each  day. The reception by the different audiences has been amazing and it’s cool  to see the different reactions towards all the unique styles within the  tour-package. Today, we’re off to Madrid and we can’t await to see our  Spanish friends and fans again!"    Renegades Tour -  Europe 2020  w/ EQUILIBRIUM, LORD  OF THE LOST, OCEANS (*)  23.01.                 E           Madrid - Sala  Caracol  24.01.                 E           Barcelona -  Sala Bóveda  25.01.                 F           Lyon - Ninkasi  Kao  26.01.                 D          Lindau - Club Vaudeville*  28.01.                 H          Budapest - Dürer Kert  29.01.                 PL         Kraków - Klub Kwadrat  30.01.                 A           Vienna - Szene  31.01.                 D          Munich - Backstage  (Werk)*  01.02.                 CH        Pratteln - Z7*  02.02.                 CZ         Prague - Nová Chmelnice  04.02.                 N          Oslo - John Dee  05.02.                 S           Stockholm -  Fryshuset  06.02.                 DK        Copenhagen - Pumpehuset  07.02.                 D          Cologne -  Essigfabrik*  08.02.                 D          Stuttgart - LKA  Longhorn*  09.02.                 D          Hanover - Capitol*  11.02.                 D          Saarbrücken - Garage*  12.02.                 D          Nuremberg - Hirsch*  13.02.                NL        Eindhoven - Dynamo  14.02.                 UK        London - O2 Academy Islington  15.02.                UK         Birmingham - HRH Metal IV  16.02.                 B           Vosselaar -  Biebob    Black  Frost is available to order on various formats (TS+DIGI BUNDLE, DIGI,  LP), here: nblast.de/NTOBlackFrost    NAILED  TO OBSCURITY is:  Raimund Ennenga  | vocals  Jan-Ole Lamberti |  guitars  Volker Dieken |  guitars  Carsten Schorn  | bass  Jann Hillrichs  | drums  ---  More info:  nailedtoobscurity.com  facebook.com/nailedtoobscurity  nuclearblast.de/nailedtoobscurity

[chacticbastard]

( HARRY STYLES, AGENDER, HE/THEY/SHE ) — ✧ that looks like WINSTON WADE WILSON ! they’re the TWENTY THREE YEAR OLD CHILD of WADE WILSON & VANESSA CARLYSLE. [ they are also a DANCER at the KARMA KLUB at paragon. ] i hear they’re ENTERTAINING & BOLD but tend to be DERISIVE & AGGRAVATING. their file says that their power/ability is CAMOUFLAGE & MINOR ACCELERATED HEALING. 

hello this is winston but you can call them winnie! or miss wilson if you’re nasty paying them.

bio!

winston wade was aptly named by wade after... himself. 

other than being a mercenary’s son, winnie had a pretty stable family life. their parents loved each other and loved them and their sibling. 

while they weren’t exactly shielded from the reality of wade’s job, they also weren’t raised with a very strong moral compass which means that they never really gave it much thought

loves their sibling but also would probably never tell him out loud. 

when they were little, they put put will in a box in front of their building and wrote “free baby” on it. no one took him, sadly.

their powers showed up early in life, pretty similar to will’s, which is how they always pulled the scheme of winnie blending themself into a corner while will pretended to be winnie. it was their favorite trick when they were kids and it barely ever fooled their parents

all in all: morally grey to the death, an ego to match, a sense of style inherited from his mother, and the most nihilistic bastard you’d probably ever come across

up for anything: anytime, anywhere

is here for a good time and possibly also a long time? guess she’ll find out!

pinterest here!

wanted connects???

flings: open to! pretty much anyone! i imagine he has a lot, tbh. winston gets around

regulars at the club: winnie dances at the karma klub pretty much... every day. so it’s more than likely that she’d have regulars or at least... people who’d recognize them from the stage

exes??: bring me exes! exes who are on good terms, bad terms, awkward terms, anytHING!!

honestly, gimme anything for them... on/off relationships... enemies to lovers... unlikely friends... some buttoned up character that winnie tries to corrupt or even flirt with to get them to crack...

anything!! please plot with meeee!!! ilu

[feministbibliobs]

termine märz / dates march 2019

donnerstag/thursday 28.2.19 ab/from 16h: siebdruck-treffen 8.märz, zusammen Motive für das Siebdrucken am Samstag 9.März in der Carambolage zeichnen, schreiben, malen / screen printing meeting 8th of march, drawing, writing, painting motives together for the screen printing on saturday 9th of March at Carambolage.

sonntag/sunday 3.3.19 13h 8.-März-Treffen / 8th of March meeting

donnerstag/thursday 7.3.2019 16:30-18:30h: Schreibwerkstatt: Politische Lyrik / Writing workshop: political lyric Mit Sarah Egli / With Sarah Egli DE Gemeinsames texten für Demos, Flyer& Auftritte.Wie wirken die Worte?Meinungen, Ideen & Themen vernetzen zu Wortspielerei. / EN Political lyricTexting together for demos, flyers & performances.Which effect do the words have?Weaving opinions, ideas and topics to wordplay. donnerstag/thursday 7.3.2019 19h trans* und genderqueere/non-binary-/gender-diverse Menschen in Frauen*raeumen. Ein Austausch. / trans* and genderqueer/non-binary-/gender-diverse people in womyns* spaces. an interchange. DE Wie inklusiv sind Frauen*räume wirklich? Reicht es ein Gender-* anzuhängen? Wir, trans* und genderqueer/non-binary/gender-diverse Menschen aus queer_feministischen Zusammenhängen, werden da sein um Fragen zu beantworten, wir wollen aber auch Wissen und Erfahrungen mit euch austauschen. Es soll keine kontroverse Diskussion geben, und keine Angst davor, "falsche" Begriffe zu benutzen. Wir wollen einen fehlerfreundlichen Umgang versuchen.mit Herz, Mut und Solidarität <3 ~ 1,5h / EN How inclusive are women*s spaces really? Is it enough to attach a gender-*? We, trans* and genderqueer/non-binary/gender-diverse people from queer_feminist contexts, will be there to answer questions, and we want to exchange knowledge and experiences with you. We won't do a controversial discussion and we don't want you to be afraid of using "wrong" terms. We want to try an error-friendly approach.with heart, courage and solidarity <3 ~ 1,5h

samstag/saturday 9.3.2019 10-17h  depatriarchise design *!Labs!*: Whose “Real World?” – Papanek and the Politics of Display im sp!t, erlenstr. 44, und im Vitra Design Museum Weil am Rhein/at sp!t, erlenstr. 44 and at Vitra Design Museum Weil am Rhein! mit/with Anja Neidhardt und Maya Ober DE Design ist politisch. Diese Aussage steht im Mittelpunkt der aktuellen Ausstellung „Victor Papanek: The Politics of Design“ des Vitra Design Museums Weil am Rhein, die wir besuchen, um herauszufinden welche Inhalte wie vermittelt werden, aber auch um zu untersuchen, inwiefern das Museum selbst  die hochgehaltenen Werte in die Ausstellungsgestaltung übersetzt.Bei depatriarchise design *!Labs!* geht es um politische Aspekte in Gestaltung und in Artefakten. Theorie und Praxis werden miteinander verbunden durch interaktive Ansätze und gesellschaftliche Themen im Design. All das aus einer intersektional feministischen Perspektive. Bitte bis am 6. März anmelden unter: depatriarchisedesign@gmail.com Die visuelle Identität wurde von Nina Paim und Corinne Gisel – common-interest entworfen. Unterstützt durch die Abteilung Kultur Basel-Stadt. / EN Design is political. This statement is the focus of the current exhibition "Victor Papanek: The Politics of Design" at the Vitra Design Museum Weil am Rhein, which we visit to find out what content is conveyed and how, but also to examine the extent to which the museum itself translates the upheld values into exhibition design.depatriarchise design *!Labs!* deals with political aspects in design and artefacts. Theory and practice are interconnected through interactive approaches and social topics in design. All this from an intersectional feminist perspective. Please sign up until 6 Mar 2019 via E-Mail: depatriarchisedesign@gmail.com The visual Identity was designed by Nina Paim und Corinne Gisel – common-interest. supported by the cultural department of the city of Basel Abteilung Kultur Basel-Stadt.

sonntag/sunday 10.3.2019 14h – ca. 17h We don't need another hero von und mit Qlitclub Collective / by and with Qlitclub Collective DE Workshop Dekolonialisierendes und Verqueerendes Hören, Schreiben und SprechenDialogisch und kollektiv hören und schreiben wir uns gemeinsam durch ‚die Menschheitsgeschichte’, verwerfen westlich-codiert, patriarchal und rassifiziert hierarchische Narrative und mit ihnen ihre (Schreib)strukturen. Wir bashen die Moderne, die Aufklärung und ihre so genannten Helden - Kant, Hegel, Freud, Malewitsch oder Max Headroom. „We don't need to know the way home. All we want is life beyond the Thunderdome“ (Tina Turner)Der Workshop richtet sich insbesondere an indigene, lesbische, migrationsvordergründige, queere und trans people of colour und an alle*, die sich* angesprochen fühlen! Kommt! / EN Decolonising and queering listening, writing and speakingListening to each other - dialogical and collectively - we write ourselves throughout the history of the human race. We dismiss and disdain the west-coded, patriarchal and rassified hierarchical narratives. With their disappearance their bad style vanishes into thin air. We bash, turn and flip the modern age, the enlightenment and their so called heroes from Kant, Hegel, Freud, Malewitsch or Max Headroom. „We don't need to know the way home. All we want is life beyond the Thunderdome“ (Tina Turner)This workshop adresses most and formost all lesbian, queer, trans, inter, muslim and black people of colour and all who feel associated or allied! Come over!

Do 28.3 18h queer_topia*-workshop: queer_feminismen  (4h) DE „es geht nicht nur um (bestimmte) frauen“ - workshop über queer_feminismen in diesem workshop werden wir  uns mit dem thema queer_feminismen beschäftigen. dazu werden wir folgende fragen bearbeiten: was bedeutet queer_feminismus? wodurch unterscheiden sich queer_feminismen von anderen feminismen? was sind (aktuelle) ziele von queer_feminismen? wie kann gemeinsam gehandelt, sich bestärkt verbündet werden? der workshop findet in deutscher lautsprache (mit flüsterübersetzung auf englisch) statt und ist offen für alle geschlechter. der raum ist rauchfrei und leider nicht barrierefrei. veranstaltet von queer_topia* (queertopia.blogsport.de, fb: queer_topia*). dauer: 4 stunden EN  Do 28.3 18h queer_topia* workshop: queer_feminismns (4h) „it's not only about (certain) womyn“ - workshop about queer_feminisms „it's not only about (certain) womyn“ - workshop about queer_feminisms abstract: in this workshop we want to talk about queer_feminisms. therefor we would like to take a closer look at the following questions: what does queer_feminims mean? how are queer_feminisms different to other feminisms? what a (current) aims? how is it possible to act together, to encourage each other and to ally. the workshop will be in german language (with the option to do wispered translation in english) and is open to all genders. the room is free of smoke and not accessible with the wheelchair. presented by queer_topia*(queertopia.blogsport.de, fb: queer_topia*). duration: 4 hours

sonntag/sunday 31.3. 15h feminist/ischer kompi klub diy & dit do it yourself and do it together