#opn anime

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

Anchored to You

Stinger x low-energy(gender neutral)!Reader

Sypnosis- Stinger is all energy, all excitement, the kind of person who throws himself into battle without hesitation. You? You’d rather keep things quiet, steady, and slow. Somehow, though, he always finds himself gravitating toward you, as if your calm presence is the only thing keeping him from burning out.

Word Count: 4k+ (because I can’t hold back when it’s fluff)

MOON 🌑 AND SUN ☀️

♡ The first time Stinger noticed you, it wasn’t in a fight or a dramatic moment. It wasn’t anything exciting, actually.

You were napping.

Right in the middle of the Hero Association’s break room, curled up on a bench like the world's softest looking cat. Your arms were folded under your head, and the faint rise and fall of your shoulders told him you were either asleep or about to be.

Meanwhile, he had just finished beating a Deep Sea monster, his pulse still racing, adrenaline thrumming through his veins like electricity.

"Man, I need to move," he muttered, bouncing slightly on his heels. That fight had been insane, and his body wasn’t done riding the high.

That’s when his eyes landed on you again.

Completely still. Absolutely unbothered. A direct contrast to the mess of energy vibrating in his limbs.

Before he even realized it, he was walking toward you.

"Yo."

Nothing. Not even a twitch.

He tilted his head. How the hell were you sleeping through this? The room was packed heroes moving around, people yelling, and yet, you looked like you hadn’t been conscious for years.

Stinger knelt next to the bench and poked your arm. "Hey, you good?"

Your eyes fluttered open, the laziest blink he’d ever seen. "You’re loud," you mumbled, voice still heavy with sleep.

Stinger grinned. "And you’re half-dead. You sleep here now?"

"Only when my bed feels too far away," you murmured, shifting slightly. You didn’t exactly invite him to sit, but you didn’t tell him to go away either.

So, naturally, he took that as permission and plopped down beside you.

And in hours, he felt his heartbeat settle.

♡ Stinger learned something very quickly about you.

You weren’t the type to say things outright.

You wouldn’t run into his arms after a mission. You wouldn’t tell him you missed him. You wouldn’t text him first, wouldn’t cling to him in a traditional sense.

But your love was in the details.

It was in the way you always waited for him to sit down before leaning into his space. It was in the way your fingers brushed against his, hesitating for half a second before curling around his wrist. It was in the way you reached for the fabric of his sleeve absentmindedly, as if just making sure he was there.

And for a guy like Stinger, who had spent most of his life running headfirst into danger, that kind of quiet, subtle love? It destroyed him.

One evening, after a long mission, he stumbled into your apartment.

Normally, Stinger was all grins, all noise, never letting exhaustion show. But tonight, his shoulders ached, his ribs were bruised, and the weight of being a hero felt just a little heavier than usual.

He expected you to ask what happened.

Instead, you just… reached for his wrist and pulled him toward the couch.

No words. No questions. Just a simple tug, guiding him down until his head rested on your lap.

"Stay?" he muttered, already half-asleep.

You hummed, running your fingers through his messy hair. "Always."

And that was enough.

♡ "You ever wonder how we work?" Stinger asked one lazy afternoon, arms wrapped around your waist while the two of you lay tangled on the couch.

"You mean how you’re a walking explosion, and I prefer existing at two miles per hour?"

"Yeah, that." He grinned, shifting slightly so his chin rested on your shoulder. "How does that work?"

You thought for a moment. "You chased me."

Stinger scoffed. "I did not chase you."

You raised a brow. "Oh? Who followed me around for a whole week, bringing me snacks and asking if I wanted to ‘hang out’?"

"Okay, maybe I chased you a little," he admitted, laughing against your skin. "Worth it, though."

"Mm." You leaned back against him. "I think you needed someone to slow you down."

He paused.

And maybe you were right.

Because before you, he had never really stopped moving.

He had always been running, always rushing into the next fight, always burning through life at full speed without stopping to breathe.

But with you?

With you, he could be still.

Home wasn’t a place.

Not for Stinger, at least. He had moved around too much, fought too many battles, to really consider anywhere permanent.

But one night, after a long mission, he went into your apartment and found you half-asleep on the couch, curled up under a blanket with your fingers loosely grasping the edge of his jacket.

You had been waiting for him.

Even in sleep, you had been waiting.

And for the first time in his life, he felt it.

That quiet, unshakable warmth. That anchor pulling him back to solid ground. That certainty in his bones that no matter how far he ran, no matter how much energy he burned, he’d always have somewhere to return to.

He bent down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before whispering, "I’m home."

And even though you were half-asleep, your fingers curled tighter around his sleeve, voice barely above a murmur as you mumbled,

"Welcome back."

Extra Notes

💌 Softest boy ever → Stinger is a himbo with too much energy, but he melts the second you touch him.

💌 Reader is his safe place → You’re the one person who can get him to sit still, slow down, and breathe.

💌 Home isn’t a place, it’s you. Period.

[asarajaa]

can I get some headcanons about jealous Kenma?? Thank you!!

Sure! Hope you like it <3!

Warnings: gn!reader Words: 565 Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Jelous Kenma hcs

₊˚ෆ I don't think Kenma is the jelousy type tbh.

₊˚ෆ But sometimes he has insecurities because, look at you, how is it that you-a beautiful, incredible, gorgeous (and the list goes on) person- ended up with a guy like him?

₊˚ෆ The boy thinks that you're out of his league and that he's so lucky to have you.

₊˚ෆ However, if you're ignoring him, well, that's different.

₊˚ෆ At first, he doesn't notice beacuse, why would you ignore him?

₊˚ෆ But once he does- proceed with caution.

₊˚ෆ This boy will make anything to caught your attention.

₊˚ෆ There was this time when you decided to try videogames, but no Kenmas videogames, no, otome videogames.

You were just chilling in your boyfriends bed, scrolling through social media while your boyfriend was playing in his computer until you saw this new viral otome game. In your boredom, you decided to give it a try and- omg

What is this thing and where was it your whole life???

The hours went by and you were just giggling and moving while playing with your phone. After failing the mission for the 34th time in a row, Kenma decided to have a little break.

Kenma lay down on his bed only to find you 100% focused on your phone. At first, he though you were only watching a video and when the video's over you'll give him attention.

With that in mind, he waited patiently on the other side of his bed for you to notice him. But when the minutes went by and you weren't paying him any attention, he though he had enough.

"Uhm, babe? What are you watching?" he asked calmly, with no signs that he wanted your attention because he's not attention starved.

(Oh, but he is)

You shuddered and give a small jump "Kenma? I didn't notice you" you said while you returned your gaze back to the game, his brow furrowing. "What were you saying?" you asked.

"I asked you what were you watching" he repetead himself.

"Actually, I'm talking to a guy of this ne- oh my god" you let out a giggle while your fingertips were tapping.

His brow furrowed more because who were you talking to and why was he more important than him, your boyfriend?

"A guy? I know him?" he asked, moving closer to you.

"I don't think so?" you chuckle imagine your boyfriend playing the otome game "His name is Zach, he's 24 and has electric blue eyes with baby blue hair" you gave him hints, hoping that he'd hear of him since he's the main male lead of the game.

"Who on this earth has baby blue hair' Like-"

"Shoyo has orange hair."

"..."

"..."

"...Do you want me to dye my hair baby blue?"

"Baby- What?" you asked shocked, what on earth was he talking a- oh.

Oh.

"Are you jelous?" you were teasing him.

"..."

" You know I'm p-playing an otome-game, r-right?" you were trying your best to not laugh but his cute red face was not helping.

He quietly gets up of the bed and started walking towards his computer.

Now you were laughing.

"B-Baby! Wait! I didn't mean to but-"

₊˚ෆ He thinks that's the most embarassed time he's ever been.

₊˚ෆ Kenma will start playing videogames again like nothing happend.

₊˚ෆ At the end, you had to cuddle with him and explain him all the situation, while you tried your best to not laugh.

Thank you all for sending request! I'm so happy to do them!

Please, tell me your opn about this one, I really appreciate if you guys comment on how can I improve <3

26/04/24

© asarajaa — Please, do not copy, translate or reuse my work without my permission.

[spongebobsquarepusher]

top 100 favorite albums no. 1-25

1. Aphex Twin - Drukqs

2. Boards of Canada - Geogaddi

3. Autechre - Tri Repetae

4. Radiohead - Kid A

5. Sigur Rós - Ágaetis Byrjun

6. Stereolab - Cobra and Phases Group Play Voltage in the Milky Night

7. Oneohtrix Point Never - Again

8. Unwound - Leaves Turn Inside You

9. My Bloody Valentine - Loveless

10. Oneohtrix Point Never - R Plus Seven

11. Godspeed You! Black Emperor - Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven

12. Animal Collective - Merriweather Post Pavilion

13. The Microphones - The Glow, Pt. 2

14. Car Seat Headrest - Twin Fantasy

15. Squarepusher - Feed Me Weird Things

16. The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots

17. Radiohead - In Rainbows

18. The Flaming Lips - The Soft Bulletin

19. CFCF - memoryland

20. Autechre - Amber

21. Autechre - Quaristice

22. Sonic Youth - Daydream Nation

23. Nine Inch Nails - The Fragile

24. Panda Bear - Person Pitch

25. Max Cooper - Yearning for the Infinite

pt. 2 coming soon

[chaerfied]

[fantastikceo]

One Piece 1122 Anime

[preservationofnormalcy]

[Emergency Director Council 12/17/24 Meeting. 2/7 Administrators in Attendance]

Attending: 

[Redacted] Walker, OPN Director

Orson Knight, Security

Wren, Holistic Theology

Ann Tiope, Applied Mythology

Hugo Razorstrop, Parafiction

Patty Cakes, Toyetics

Subject: Königsratte Medical Emergency

Transcript begins below:

[Hugo Razorstrop] Crowded in here. 

[Wren] This was the only room we could find on short notice.

[Patty Cakes] I’m used to working in a closet. 

[Dir. Walker] Would you like to send a grant proposal to move into a larger office, Miss Cakes?

[Patty] No ma’am.

[Dir. Walker] Would you like a stack of books?

[Patty] Yes ma’am.

[Dir. Walker] Hugo, please help Miss Cakes reach the table.

[Hugo] You got it, toots. 

[Wren] We talked about gendered language, Hugo. 

[Hugo] S’ the way I’m written, sweetheart. You can’t fight it an’ neither can I.

[Dir. Walker] This discussion can wait until we don’t have an ongoing crisis. Wren, you may begin. 

[Wren] As you all know, Herr Königsratte is experiencing an acute medical emergency. We’re not sure of the cause, but parafictional individuals have….unique medical needs. We believe Herr Königsratte’s ontology is becoming unstable. He’s–

[Hugo] He’s going toon.

[Dir. Walker] Pardon?

[Hugo] Going Toon, ma’am. Parafictionals like me an’ the Rat King are mostly stable. Rare breed, us. Y’might know, when fictionals from animation manifest, they’re all….sludgy. Big puddles a’ ink, can’t stay in a solid form for long. Has to do with the animation cells, tens of thousands of ‘em, all making the individuals in question….splintered. Usually that don’t happen with non-toons, but I’ve seen it before. Hell of a thing to happen to someone, and I think our German visitor is experiencin’ it. Makes a man’s blood run cold.

[Dir. Walker] Isn’t there at least one stable “toon”? 

[Hugo] Vance Valiant, ma’am. But he’s busy. An’ a little bit of a coward, if I’m bein’ honest. 

[Dir. Walker] Spare me the editorial.

[Hugo] Beggin’ your pardon. I’m on edge. Seein’ the King in this position is like watchin’ someone melt. 

[Dir. Walker] Königsratte is under the Yule umbrella, is he not? Can we ask Kringle for his help?

[Wren] Ahh. Mr Allfather has made his…displeasure with one of our staff members politely but firmly known. I don’t think it would be advisable for us to contact him while the wounds are still fresh. As an aside, Mr Allfather has also challenged Ms Cold to single combat should she ever attempt to enter Valhalla. I would��advise Ms Cold to not attempt to enter Valhalla. 

[Dir. Walker] If I had a dime. Ann?

[Ann Tiope] Thank you, Director. After conferring with Wren, Applied Mythology has a theory. Many extranormal entities subsist wholly or in part on, for lack of a better term, belief. A sort of…stabilizing influence of the noosphere could help Königsratte’s ontology. We just need something to anchor that psychic flow. A physical object related to his origin, and the holiday zeitgeist. That’s where Toyetics comes in. Patty?

[Patty] Thank you for the books, Hugo. So, um. I left my notes on the floor, but basically - nutcrackers. 

[Dir. Walker] Go on.

[Patty] We think of them as kitschy decorations now, but when The Nutcracker and the Mouse King was originally written, they were toys. Objects of joy and affection! A lot of them were modeled as soldiers, like in the story. Or kings. They meant something. They’re inextricably tied to the Rat King’s origin, and an integral part of many cultures’ celebrations this time of year, even if a lot of people overlook them.

[Dir. Walker] What is your proposal?

[Patty] We can use the social media outreach of the Office to ask for nutcrackers. Physical donations, but even pictures or artwork will work. It just has to have a story attached. The story is important. I’ve already asked social media’s AI to help me intake and collate everything we get. We’ll print them out, 3D print copies, set the physical models we receive up around Herr Königsratte, and….

[Dir. Walker] And?

[Patty] ….hopefully that’ll work. 

[Dir. Walker] I’ve heard more ridiculous plans, but not by much. Do you have any input, Director Knight?

No? Then let’s move ahead. Get a message to Social Media. I have faith Agent Halter will frame this in a way that minimizes how childish this all feels. You’re dismissed. 

[cheddar-baby]

Were really in a period of time with such a lack of critical thinking skills. People see the word AI and jump on it like wild animals. People were loving the new Oneohtrix Point Never album but then he did some interviews and talked about how he used some AI to create strange impossible sounds that no instrument could make and people instantly turned around and started calling him a hack fraud. Like yeah people using AI to rip off artists and corporations trying to undermine writers and artists with it is bad we all know this. Using the inherent imperfections of machine learning to create interesting samples is a non issue. Its like the most optimal positive way to use machine learning models.

People truly don't understand how art making works. Artists regularly full on steal even more blatently than any AI ever could. And its great its good and it creates beautiful powerful art. That is how the creative process works, picking and pulling from everywhere and creating something new. But OPN didn't even do that he used this machine to create new sounds and built off of them, arranged them into songs its not even controversial in the slightest.

I was honestly a little on the fence with the album but learning this tipped me over i love the album im going to have a lot of fun going through picking out all the strange wrong details of the sounds. Its one of the things that makes OPN so interesting as an artist his music always has this alien feeling to it. It feels like a transmission coming through an old radio of noises you've never heard before. This is the logical extension of that.

[phill-art]

Commissions opne!

My art of an Elven Cleric!

It's always fun when a client lets me have some creative freedom, the ghosts for instance were inspired by the Lord of the Rings movies. (The orb in her hand was not inspired by a certain anime).

[hunting-songs]

THE SHOULDER TOUCH. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

[ SHIELD ]: the sender catches hold of the receiver's shoulder and draws them back and away from a threat, pulling them behind them for their safety.

THE SHOULDER TOUCH.

The beast-hunter had written to Senritsu in his horrible handwriting that the womans read-aloud-app had always problems to decode, that eighty years ago the owner of the Mansion had held a private concert.

The beast-hunter had written to Senritsu, that the Mansion was located a few hours away from the city, so eighty years ago noone had wondered why they had not seen anyone living in the mansion visiting the city for weeks.

The beast-hunter had written to Senritsu, that only after weeks people had seeked out the mansion only to find the mansion silent and the Hall filled with bodies sitting in the chairs as if hey had died from one second to another.

In his horrible handwriting that made Senritsu smile in a mix of desperation and fondess, the beast-hunter had also written to Senritsu, that in the past eighty years the mansion had been often visited by adventuerers- first by those who would loot the left behind corpses because noone had dared to take them away and years later by Beast-hunter like he was one as the mansion or more accurately the flora and fauna around the mansion had changed. It was this beast-hunters that had left behind a metalladder reaching from ground level to a broken in window on the first floor that as the mansion had on ground level overgrown by thick thorny veins that moved like snakes around the walls and made it impossible to use the doors or climb through the windows on groundlevel. Blue flowers opned along the thick vines like eyes whenever one of them came near them as they climbed the ladder into the room on the first floor. It was in this small room, wrapped in a thick layer of twilight that, she suddenly felt Kurapikas head on her shoulder accompanied by a sudden spark in his heartbeat that stabbed sharp like a needle into her ear. Before the woman could react he shoved her behind himself and Senritsu had to hasty grab for the windowsill to not fall backwards out of it. Blinking in confusion the woman looked around- over the dusty walls dressed in what ahd once been expensive wallpaper, over the caopy-bed at one side of the room that had been stripped off evry coth like one would ripflesh off bones, and eventually her eyes landed on the figure sitting still by the vanity with their back to them.

"Oh, its alright, Kurapika." If she wouldn´t had been so suprised, the woman would have laughed but right now all she could bring herself to do was chuckle: " This one can't hurt anyone anymore."

At some point in the last eighty years some adventuerers looking for treasure had come to the mansion and while the woman knew that they very likely had not returned safely, one of them had lay respectfully a blanket over the skeleton by the vanity . The woman felt a spark of thankfulness towards this unknown adventuerer, even if the blanket did not covered the skelton completly and the long, as thin as needles bones that once had been fingers still reached out from beneath the blanket and had digged brutally in the wood of the vanity-table as if the massive wood had been butter before the person that was now the skeleton had died in this position eighty years ago. Senrits looked at the skeleton only for a second and- (-thought about the melody) (-thought about that one second before everything happned ,in which every single hair rose and all her muscles tensed as if she was an animal reacting instinctively to a danger she could not yet understand. Could never understand.) (-thought about the second following, about breaking bones, about flesh ripping appart, about vitals beeing torn like paper,about a throat that was for that one moment nolonger in the right shape to scream, and about everything moving back together wrongly.) -turned her face away with a tiered sigh.

Senritsu had suggested to the Beast-Hunter that what had caused the catastrophe eighty years ago and had changed the plants and animals in the area around the mansion, had been because the Sonata of Darkness had been played on the concert and seeing- (ripped appart flesh) (vitals moved and disorted) (Bones shatterd and mended back together wrongly in a new form) - what had happned to someone who had been in that moment in a room above the Hall and had only heard the melody through walls and closed doors, was enough to proof that her theory was true. It did not changed the fact that Senritsu thought that her beeing at this place would at best give her a lead, for if the Sonata had been played not from the memory but from a sheet, it had by now taken away by one of the adventuerers that had seeked out the mansion, who had somehow managed to leave this place. The open window sended a breeze through the room, making the edge of the cloth over the skleton gently rustle as if the skeleton was breathing. At the edge of her mind the woman wondered, if she would not have been found alive and if there would have been too adventuerers seeking out the place were her and Asks bodies would have been, if one kind adventuerer would have covered up too the mass of twisted bones and flesh that would have been left of her. As soon as the thought had crossed her mind the woman silenced it, pushing it away in the dark corner of her mind where the echo of the Sonata as any other song she had ever heard lay in her memory like a dirty secret she did not dared to think about. She smelled apples, a sweet scent that stroked around her nose almost teasingly. "Thank you for your care, though.", Senritsu hummed and took Kurapikas hand from her shoulder, squeezing it thankfully in her small hand, before letting it go and stepping out from behind him. The afternoonsun falling through the now opned window in their back drew figures of gold on the dusty floor and turned her shadow coleblack. She tilted her head to the side and carefully listened into the stillness of the ruin- the wind came in through broken windows and the way it stroked over old walls, abondoned corridors and rotten furniture made it easy for Senritsu to figure out what awaited her down the corridors on the way down to the hall where the concert had been played for a audience eighty years ago. She heard old wallpaper move in the breeze, rotten wood of furniture creak like an old mans bones, dust moving through rooms and corridors that had for decades only been visited by the wind. And she heard something moving. "Are you sure, you still want to come along? If you barricade the door behind me, you would be safe here if you want to wait for me." With a short finger the Musician pointed to the bedframe and then to the locked door, showing how easy it would be to move the bed before the thick door to keep it safely closed. There was no disappointment or ill- will in the young womans voice; it was a honest, open-minded and oddly calm question that sounded more as if she was asking which kind of icecream the younger would want for a dessert: "I will make sure to finish this prestissimo and don´t let you wait, I promise." [ @skarletchains ]

[maximuswolf]

Lampcore ideas

Lampcore ideas Music that Surpasses or has similar Transfixion States like The Reddit lamp story. Some examples beingOPN/Onethrix Point Never obviously. I love OPN Evan though i have not heard the more Recent Albums yet. I will thoughThe CaretakerAutechreBoards Of CanadaSome of Aphex TwinSome of SwansSome of Godspeed You Black Emperor Maybe.Breakcore and Shoegaze Of Course. Breakcore can be very transfixing and shoegazeAlot of Vapourwave genres like mallsoft and signalwave. Thares probobly more i missed to.Glitch music. Some of Animal Collective maybe evan in the Early ErasWhat else would be great for the "Aesthetic" or trend of "Lampcore" ? Submitted January 09, 2025 at 02:20AM by Accurate_Okra_1470 https://ift.tt/mzHwqe8 via /r/Music

[mikescalco]

Fish Eye - Pirate House on Zentripz from ZentripZ TV on Vimeo.

Stay Crispy & stay tuned.. SHARING IS CARING. Thanks! ATTENTION DJS AND PROMOTERS : Want to get airtime on terrestrial radio & do a good deed for community radio? Donate $100 we will thank you by giving you an hour of the FM show, donate $200 you can take over the whole radio show! Help keep the ZentripZ Pirate Ship Afloat. Shop on Amazon? Follow this link & bookmark it. iTiny.net/183783 - prices are all the same, we just get our beaks a lil wet too. THE HOUSE PIRATE: If he were to pat you on the back you would put it opn your resume Both sides of his pillow are cool When in rome they do as he does. Museums allow him to touch whatever he wants. He is the life of parties he has never attended. He's won trophies for his game face alone. His Mom has a tattoo that says "SON". He bowls over-hand. He has disected frogs that are alive, well & happy today. His words carry weight that would break a less interesting man's jaw. Dicing onions doesn't make him cry...it only makes him stronger. If he punched you in the face you would have th over-whelming urge to THANK HIM. If you were to see him walking a chihuahua, it would still look masculine. He is left-handed & right-handed. He wouldn't be afraid to show his feminine side, if he had one. If there were an interesting gland, his would be larger than most men's entire lower intestines. The police often question him, just because they find him interesting. He once punched a magician. That's right. You heard me. His shirts never wrinkle. Sharks have a week dedicated to him. When he orders a salad, he gets the dressing right there on top where it belongs...where there is no turning back. Even if he forgets to put postage on his mail, it gets there. He once knew a call was a wrong number, even though the person on the other end wouldn't admit it. You can see his charisma from space. The Mayans prophecized his birth. Even lucha libres remove their masks in his presence. He once taught a German Shepard to bark in Spanish. He serves sizzling fajita platters bare-handed. Raging Bulls flat-out refuse to fight him. He once buried a time capsule full of things that haven't happened yet. He has been pronounced dead 7 times...make that 8....... no 9! His bear hugs are actually hugs he gives to bears & they love them. He can't be bought.. -but his beard clippings have been known to show up on auction. He has never lost a sock. If he disagrees with you, it is because you are wrong. The Aztec calendar has his birthday chiseled in. Most songs about love are written for him, about him, or by him. He'd never initiate a conversation about the weather, even in a typhoon. He's against cruelty to animals, but isn't afraid to issue a stern warning. Whatever side of the tracks he's currently on is the right side. If he crossed them, he would still be the right side. He won the same lifetime achievement award -twice. Signs that say "This is not an exit" do not apply to him. If he rides with you in your car, its resale value will instantly increase. If he passed you on the street you would still feel as if he stopped and said hello and asked you about your day. If you were trapped with him in an elevator, you wouldn't want to be saved. The front of his house looks like it was built by the Mayans...because it was. His tacos refuse to fall from the shell. He has never filled up on chips. When it is raining, it's because he's sad. His business card just says, "I'll call you." growing up i did a lot of running from bullies, wore leg braces & had th biggest crush on my bff jenny. after th war, was captain on a shrimp boat named after her. a toilet paper shortage, while at sea, ruined all th charts & i ended up shipwrecked Only 1 rule : Don't take anything I say too seriously because it's probably a joke. Happy to chat and be neighborly, so don't be shy! Please & Thank You!

[dealgemeneverwarring]

De Algemene Verwarring #117 - 2 September 2024

Episode one hundred and seventeen of De Algemene Verwarring was broadcast on Monday, September 2, 2024, and you can listen to it by clicking on the link below that will take you directly to the Mixcloud page:

Pictured below is UK post-punk band The Sound. I don't really remember if I have played them before, I probably did. The Sound is one of those many bands that I didn't know the moment they existed and played live shows, and even then I only kind of discovered that they were such a great band after singer and songwriter Adrian Borland had died. I could probably say something similar to what I said about Front 242 in the last episode: The Sound is a band that is too obvious to play in the show, but then again: why not play an absolute classic by a band who obviously influenced nowadays bands that are played in the show, such as Plexi Stad and Beige Banquet? And maybe, just maybe, there is someone out there who will be blown away by the track "I Can't Escape Myself", just like I was blown away when I first heard their track "Winning" years after it was released. That's why we do this, kids!

Other old ànd new music in this episode is coming from New Bomb Turks, Orden Mundial, Midnite Snaxxx, Mclusky, Les Calamités, Bathouse, Videotrauma, Grass Widow, Human Bell, Bridget Hayden, Jeugdbrand and more. And beneath the photo you can find the playlist for the show. Enjoy!

Playlist

Orden Mundial: Porque Las Drogas Son Veneno (7” Porque Las Drogas Son Veneno” on La Vida Es Un Mus, 2017)

New Bomb Turks: Tattooed Apathetic Boys (LP “!!Destroy-Oh-Boy!!” On Crypt Records, 1993)

Midnite Snaxxx: No Time To Spend (LP V/A “Typical Girls Vol. 2” on Emotional Response, 2017)

Les Calamités: You Can’t Sit Down (LP “Encore! 1983-1987” on Born Bad Records, 2022)

Plexi Stad: Modern Liquid (7” Probation Baby” on Alas! Records & Belly Button Records, 2023)

The Sound: I Can’t Escape Myself (LP “Jeopardy” on Korova, 1980)

Beige Banquet: Animals (LP “Ornamental Hermit” on Swish Swash Records & Future Shock Records, 2024)

Mclusky: That Man Will Not Hang (CD “Mcluskyism” on Too Pure, 2006)

Balaclavas: Down And Loose (LP “Snake People” on Dull Knife Records, 2011)

Bathouse: Enjoy (12” “Helping Bats Helping People” on Happiest Place Records, 2023)

Videotrauma: Adjani (7” “Videotrauma” on Hopvil Records, 2024)

Cold Beat: Don’t Touch (LP V/A “Typical Girls Vol. 2” on Emotional Response, 2017) - met Hannah Lew van Grass Widow

Grass Widow: Tattoo (12” “Grass Widow” on Captured Tracks, 2009)

Genders: Bottom Feeders (LP “Genders” on Ypsilanti Records, 2005)

Human Bell: Hymn Amerika (LP “Human Bell” on Thrill Jockey, 2008)

Bridget Hayden: Waste (LP “A Siren Blares In An Indifferent Ocean” on Kraak Records, 2011)

Demeters Döttrar: Anima Breve (LP “Søndag I Spejlet” opn Discreet Music, 2024)

Jeugdbrand: What Seems Like Forever Ago (LP “Siamese Dream (Team) on Ediçoes CN, 2023)

[dissodisxo]

The only thing im excited about is the OPN concert im going to later this month. The rest of it is just not dying. I only think the way animals think. Bare fucking nerves motivated by sickness hunger and shapes flickering in my field of vision. But in a couple weeks i get to listen to the music man play with his coool synthesizers and ohoho dont wr fucking love analog synth BETCHER ASS WE LOVE ANALOG SYNTH

[halforc-mercenary]

The Burro did not moved.

To be more accurate the Burro had stopped moving on the middle of a bridge leading over a little stream that was gargeling and  gurgeling the most sweetest melody. A sweet melody loud enough to drown the Halforcs muttered cursing as she was hanging with her whole weight on the reins of the packburro trying to move the animal forward for just an inch.

The Burro did not moved.

The young woman grunted and than, her small hands leaned on her knees and her eyes fixated on the Burro she said slowly: “Alright, alright. Look, Come-Here-”

Originally the Burro had had another name, yet Mar could not remember for for her it had always been Come-Here: ' Come-Here' it was annoyed, when the burro somehow had loosed her reins from the tree-branch Mar had bound them to so the Burro could wander off with Mar noticing too late so she had to run after her. 'Come-Here' it was irritated when the Burro did not wanted to cross a bridge or street. 'Come-Her' it was with a groaning sound when the Burro would eat evertyhing on Mars plate, if the Halforc only dared to look in another direction that was not the direction of her meals. 'Come-Here' it was desperate, when Mar would in the evening go to the stables of the inns she was staying at only to find the burros box empty and the animal on one of her little adventures. 'Come-Here' it was now angry, irrtated, annoyed and almost desperate, when the Burro stood in the middle of the small bridge where the Burro did not moved an inch despite Mars pulling and pleas.

Huffing loudly Mar walked slowly to the end of the bridge and than turned around to walk back, stalking with exaggerated steps like a stork walking over a meadow  to make sure the Burro would see her.

“See? " She opned her hands as if the Burro was a small child she needed to convince of her argument. The young woman smiled as friendly as she could, even if the smile hurted in her face as if the corners of her mouth were needles pinching into her face: "-everything is fine! No broken plank, no sudden apearing Highwayman shooting arrows in my feet or respectively your hoofs. So…”

The sweet smile fell off her face like a mask. The Halforc grabbed the reins of the Burro again, pulling gently and trying her best to let her voice sound sweet and gentle, even when there was a tune behind her voice that sounded like an annyoed animals snarl: “..so how about just crossing the other half of the bridge, yes..?”

The Burro did not moved.

Before her stop it had been late afternoon and the thick, bright streaks of sunlight fell through the canopy of leafs like curtains of thick gold. Now, after all this time the Halforc had tried to move the burro over the bridge, the light had turned reddish and thin.

The Burro did not moved.

Just a inch. Mar thought, hanging with her whole weight against the reins to make the burro move. A inch would be enough. Than her foot slipped on the wet wood. With a very ungraceful shriek the Halforc skided backwards, small hands up in the air and the leatherreins flying up, her back clashed against the handrail. For a second her hands grasped in the air where the reins had been just a second before. Her hands grasped into nothingness. With a even more ungraceful grunt the woman fell backfirst from the bridge.

The Burro did not moved.

The waterline was not high nor was the stream strong, but hitting with her back on the pale boulders beneath the water pressed brutally the air out of the Halforcs lungs and left her gasping and wheezing, as if she was a fish left on the dry. With wide open eyes she starred up against the canopy of leafs, against the slowly fading light, against the burro who was looking unbothered over the bridges railing down at her. A few seconds passed before Mar was able to sit up again, shuddering in chilliness. The water was flowing icecold around her feet and hands and she wrapped her arms around her upper body as the damp coldness started to sneak in her soaked clothes.

“I hate you.” She growled up to the Burro on the Bridge with the coldblooded  passion of a person who was ready to commit massmurder.

The Burro did not moved.

[irrfahrer]

“If it hurts, it hurts.”

The words were enough to make Ziv tense up, her soft pelt floofing up as if the anger she felt was electricity cracking through her veins: "And if I stuff kriffing herbal painkillers down your throat , I stuff kriffing herbal painkillers down your throat. You are kriffing welcome."

She had been kneeling beside the other woman by a wall of the starhangar with her rucksack put to the ground and some of the plastoid packages with herbs on the grey floor around them like flowers on a green meadow: "Like,seriously, what kriffery are you spitting out of your kriffing mouhthole right now?' If it hurts, it hurts.' Kriff this! Pain is not something you just ignore and live on with! Pain is kriffing pain that weights you down and makes every second you move with it kriffing miserable! 'If it hurts, it hurts', my kriffing fluffy, wonderful big ass on which you will definitive not get a hand on after spewing out this kriffing bantha-shit for the next few months! 'If it hurts, it hurts', kriff you without the fun! Thats stupid!" The scent of burned plastoid hung in the air of the starhangar so thickly it felt like one was chewing on it with every breath: "I did not learned fivehundred ways to find natural herbal painkillers in every kriffing ecosystem the Galaxy could throw at me, just for you going 'if it hurts, it hurts', like kriff it! Whats kriffing wrong with you!" With a low grunt that made her pale whiskers flutter she grabbed one of the plastoidpacks and opned it, fishing out dried leafs to chew on and turned back to Vega as if, for a moment, she actualy considered just showing those leafs down the other womans throat even if they needed to be chewed on to unfiold their painkilling effect.Instead she only put her small paws on ehr hips, her tail going from one side to another as if she was an irritated animal- after all: Ziv was a Healer and she would not overstep her patients boundaries, even when she was annoyed: "Now be a good girl, open your mouth and let me stuff kriffing painkillers down your throat so you will stop spewing stupid, edgy banthashit, will you? And chew properly."

[ @sxbaist ]

[irrfahrer]

By the others words Ziv rolled her eyes and lifted a small paw away from his hand in a overly exaggerated helpless gesture: “You ae not making my aversion to picking up my lightsaber again any better by explaining to me that your kybercrystal found its end in the equivalent of a kriffing supernove, for Kriffs sake, Master Hedtlet-”

Fluffy ears pinned back in - (-fear for Avoir) (-worry for him) (-anxiety for his health) -open irritation, the young woman slided off the biobed and opned the drawer standing beside the bed to pick out the Avoirs Commlink to hand it for him. This time she stayed standing beside the bed, her short arms crossed before her chest and her tail twitching, twitching, twitching from one side to another as if she was a restless animal. Another thought had entered her mind- a memory, the second she had witnissed before the exploding lightsaber of her master, the one breath before the scent of his scorched flesh  had burned itself into her senses. One of the Pirates had shot at him and it had been the second the blasterbolt had hit the blade that the ligtsaber had exploded. The bolthad not been reflected, but it had- melted with the blade? Vanished? had been sucked into the blade? Ziv did not knew, she did not even knew if what she had witniss had been what had happned for it might had been also something that her suddenly panicky brain with her Masters burned flesh in her nose had made her think she had seen to make her have a kind of explination away from the sudden panic. But she knew that she did not liked the idea of blasterbolts that could make lightsabers explode.

They were pirates. That's what Avoir remembered. They were pirates, and they broke into the ship. He pulled out his lightsaber, and they shouted... something. Then they shot at him, he deflected the shots...

No. His lightsaber had absorbed the shots. Like a sponge soaking up water. That, he couldn't forget. Then his lightsaber started acting strange, like whatever it had just absorbed was making it sick.

His lightsaber started to heat up, almost burning his hand, and then...

Light. Burning light that purged all it touched. Then darkness, complete and utter void.

But now, there was light. A familiar light, that he could recognize even with his eye closed. The light of a sickbay?

Avoir opened his eye, his cybernetic side reconnecting to his brain.

It was all a blur at first, until he saw a face he always enjoyed seeing. His Padawan, his student, his friend.

@irrfahrer said: "You know? You look pretty good in white." Ziv, sitting beside Hedtlet in the sickbay, gave him a grin that was uncomfortably full of very sharp teeth.

He returned the expression. "Good, because of all the concerns I have, how I look in white is certainly one of them.”

Avoir brought a hand to his face, and felt the side of his face that was still flesh. It was covered in bandages. He started feeling lower on his body, and the bandages continued, until he got to his chest.

“Did they say what happened to me?”