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stabby-n-crabby · 4 months ago

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Name: Tabitha Glass Aliases: Anita Thompson, Tabitha Strider (not in use), Strider (not in use), Tabitha Connor (not in use), C-S19 (clone designation) Species: Mutant Variant (flux X-Gene), Clone Sex/Gender: Female Orientation: Bisexual Age: Unknown, appears 25 (roughly in her 40s) Birthday: Unknown Height: 5’6” Weight: 100-130lb Hair color: Dark brown Eye color: Brown General appearance: Slender, small-chested, deathly pale, often haggard or sleep deprived. Dresses in black, heavily armed with knives, concealed-carry, and homemade genetic-based compact aerosol disks. Relatives: Unknown Occupation: Criminal for Hire (Hacker, Assassin/Mercenary, Thief, Torturer) Main location: her property in a shoddy part of NYC Contact info: By email, phone or text, usually via business referrals

Origin:

C-S19 was one of twenty clones developed from Daria Strider, a violent and sadistic mutant who had lived over 200 years and in that time roamed America. Many local vampire tales across the country (at least the ones not due to actual vampires) are due to Daria, who subsisted on human and mutant blood as a feature of her mutation. Daria Strider was captured by an offshoot of HYDRA due to her fluctuating X-gene, and her body was harvested for the genetic material necessary to produce clones. A total of 20 clones were developed by Dr Eric Wright, a mad scientist bent on finding away to enable and disable the X-gene at will, in order to produce a new era of controllable supersoldiers.

Of the 20 clones, only two survived infancy. This was due to two factors that were designed to encourage psychopathy: one, a neural operation which damaged the amygdala of each infant, and two, severe neglect aimed at impairing their abilities to empathize. While 18 infants languished, S19 and S10 survived. S19 survived only due to Strider’s suspended consciousness, which inhabited her by chance several days after Strider’s body had died.

Dr Eric Wright and his trusted, young assistant Dr Nicolas Mason disagreed on which clone was preferable for their cause. S10, called Vera, displayed high degrees of psychopathy but was particularly rebellious. S19, called Tabitha, displayed lack of empathy and a high degree of malleability. As the two interacted as infants, Tabitha followed Vera’s lead.

Finally, three years into their growth, they were separated. Vera was trained by Dr Nicholas and a handful of handlers. Tabitha was placed in the Connor family, which had been looking to adopt a child. She was given a daily prescription for ‘medication’ (dehydrated blood capsules) acquired from a particular psychiatrist, who Tabitha was scheduled to see every two weeks. The psychiatrist was on Dr Wright’s team, and continued to relay Tabitha’s experiences until Tabitha refused to talk to her anymore, at twelve years old.

Mr Connor was a cop, gambler, and beat both his wife and son. Mrs Connor was an alcoholic. Their son, Andrew, was temperamental. Hand-picked by Dr Wright, the intention of placing Tabitha in this family was to either harden her or encourage further dependence on authority.

Instead of participating in the abuse as expected, however, Andrew became protective of Tabitha. Afraid he would hurt her himself, and afraid his father would do worse, Andrew left at 16 years old to get a place suitable for both of them to live in. Several months later, before he returned, HYDRA came to the Connor family’s door, claiming to be American military recruiters, and asking after Tabitha, who was fourteen at the time.

She was signed over to them by her parents, and began training under her main handler, Mr Pearce, an older man hired by HYDRA for his temperament and his expertise in multiple criminal fields. By this time it was apparent that while Vera was clearly capable of extreme brutality and overt operations, Tabitha was better suited for covert operations, science and technology. Her work handle was Strider, which she had coincidentally selected out of admiration for Aragorn from Lord of the Rings.

Blood was drawn from both and experimented on, in attempts to isolate the fluctuating X-gene and manipulate its activation.

Tabitha and Vera met in the facility when they weren’t supposed to. Vera perceived her as a threat and attempted to kill her. The fight left them both badly injured, and they recovered in opposite ends of the facility. Soon after, HYDRA determined that Dr Wright was too close to retirement and his pursuit too far from yielding any successful results. With news of their program being shut down, Wright and Nicolas ramped up their work. Tabitha’s genetics were minutely more responsive than Vera’s, which galled Dr Nicholas because of his preference for (and by then, sexual relations with) for Vera. Tabitha was subjected to extreme levels of pain, the trauma tending to activate physical signs of mutation such as clawed fingers, elongated canines, red irises, and heightened senses. However, the physical signs generally receded once she was able to rest and recover.

Finally, one day, the torture threatened Tabitha’s life. Strider’s consciousness took over in order to protect the body it inhabited, and managed to escape the lab. She left dozens of bodies behind, and Tabitha was unable to recall the event due to Strider’s consciousness.

Vera escaped several weeks later, after murdering Dr Nicholas because she was bored, and hunted Tabitha for several years.

They had several altercations, and eventually Tabitha ended up killing Vera. However, head trauma she received from that event caused her to sustain amnesia.

She woke up on a high floor in an office building, shattered glass all around her and a woman who appeared to look just like her dead beside her.

She named herself Anita Glass for some time, until a series of flashbacks reminded her of her old name, Tabitha.

Since then, Tabitha has honed the skills she found naturally embedded within her, and become a uniquely useful contact in the criminal underworld.

Anita Thompson is her alias as the owner of a chain of high-quality hotels that spans multiple states, in which she has invested the majority of her earnings.

Classic Glass | pre-Dark Beast (over 30)

Tabitha has rebuilt a fragile identity. She works as a criminal for hire, using and honing the skills she had when she awoke.

She does not experience positive emotions, has a difficult time empathizing, and is rude, depressing, and self-absorbed.

She craves blood, which helps her body subsist and rejuvenate. However, she frequently restricts herself from feeding to the point where Strider overpowers her mind and takes them on a feeding spree. She experiences deep guilt for these sprees, and has a tendency to self-isolate, self-harm, and frequently experiences suicidal ideation.

Shattered Glass | while with Dark Beast (over 30)

Her last feeding spree was in an art gallery in New York. She was deemed psychologically unsound, and was kept bound (due to her proclivity for self-harm and suicide attempts) in a psychological institute. Dark Beast located her, took interest in her fluctuating X-gene, and after a visit or two broke her out.

Since then, Glass has been working, and Dark Beast occupying her basement. While he is present, Glass will not entertain visitors in her home.

She is ruder than ever, increasingly paranoid, regularly suicidal, frequently self-harming, and smokes cigarettes. Strider is getting more and more assertive, steadily threatening to consume Tabitha entirely.

Kintsukuroi (over 35)

When Dark Beast died, Glass had a difficult time. She spent a year grieving, and then slowly began to recover her identity: or, perhaps, to develop an identity for the first time.

Tabitha has finally met Andrew, who recognizes her despite their years separated and has welcomed her tentatively back as family. Andrew resides with his wife and two daughters. Tabitha visits once or twice a month.

Glass takes art classes, encouraged by her brother, and so far makes very dark abstract art. However, she is beginning to discover that she likes pretty and shiny objects, and is revisiting several science fiction stories she used to read when she was a teenager. Soon, she will branch out to fine art and fan art.

She has quit smoking, and has mostly stopped self-harm.

She continues to take contracts from old clients, but is very hesitant to take on new contracts. She no longer offers torture as a service: it reminds her too much of Henry.

These days she feeds on blood on a regular basis to avoid any encounter with Strider. She primarily sources her blood from targets she kills while working, or from acquaintances who offer

Artist AU

In this verse, Tabitha’s adoptive parents were as abusive as any other verse, and their son Andrew was kind.

Unlike main verses, Andrew did not leave home at 16 to find work, and temporarily leave Tabitha with their parents. Instead, he decided to wait until he became of age. Because of this, he was present when ‘the military’ (HYDRA) came knocking, suspected that something was wrong, and stole away with Tabitha.

They left New York City and took up residence with a friend of Andrew’s in Ithaca, NY. Both worked hard, received grants, and were able to pass GED tests and attend university. Andrew took business and finances and now works at a good company, and Tabitha took Music, Theatre and Dance. However, she settled into creating and selling fine art, abstract art, and fan art in online communities. She sells print-on-demand stickers and T-shirts, and accepts commissions.

Tabitha is notably unusual socially. She is undiagnosed (she refuses to see psychologists) for any disorders. She appears awkward, has a difficult time understanding metaphors, has trouble empathizing or understanding others’ emotions, and is often blunt or seems aggressive: but she is not aggressive. She flinches at aggression and raised voices.

Tabitha still has a fluctuating X-gene, which seems to not have appeared on anyone’s radar. She feeds off of Andrew’s blood since they figured out that was what she needs. Strider has long since abandoned her, finding this particular clone unsuitable for living in.

#About glass

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ask-idv-shepherd · 1 year ago

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“Wow~ if I didn’t see a corpse before I would had mistaken you for one =)”

A joyful yet mischievous voice suddenly talked right next to Pearce and it was the young knives thrower, Flynn. you only went in few matches with him in the past but didn’t really talked to each other before so this is technically the actual first real meeting you two now have.

Although something about him seem different from the last time you saw him, especially with the red eyes and the eerie smiling face.

“Are you sure the bath you took was enough?! You still look like as if you the love child between a zombie and a werewolf~ HAHHA!!!”

[first meeting between the two and he already being a rude brat… good luck Pearce with da child!! @idv-ask-the-showman]

Jumping from the sudden voice, the Shepherd turned around. Grabbing the sickle attached to his belt, Pearce growled in a warning tone. "Silence child, y-you're only being obnoxious."

He hated kids, or what he remotely thought was a child. Of course, he didn't enjoy the twisted words coming his way, not that it mattered. Sure a few matches he had with the other, but this time it seemed different. Like it was someone else.

"Don't you have a p-psychopathic brother to bore? I-I have no need for such v-volatile people in my life, not then, not now. L-Leave at once!"

#idv ask the showman #// fox lad: rp #// ew children

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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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A son picked an investment and private portfolio and he did take the Intel and several other chip manufacturers know and Bill Pearce lies he did not buy it and he's been getting beat up because he keeps saying it's stupid crap. There's a lot going on. There are a few things that happened today and we're going to list some of them off

-they did lay off almost all the sheriffs out of the 3000 original 1500 were more lock and about 800 were already laid off and they laid off the rest today except for what we said about 150 top level sheriffs and the police too laid off all but 10 out of the 40 or so and they also hired on more the sheriff department already had 4,000 total and they released them today and hired 2,000 more the police had about 200 total and fired the warlock and hired 100 more so that happened today and they also fired all those people from all those agencies like Florida law enforcement Florida highway patrol Florida department of health police hospitals private police and several other agencies and wildlife and more that really should not have police and should be a police and police them and park rangers too should not have guns in a rest people but they were doing that to enforce so their own loss and it was warlock and they were way over the line and they got chastised held down shot quite a lot it was going on for her years even before our son got here and the bottom here to try and straighten it out and it made it much worse and then we'll lock lost not today they fired two million of those agency people and they fired more government workers and are up to firing a 70% of government workers in Florida tomorrow they're going to try for approximately 85% total and the firing of all these agency people is going to cause a massive ripple effect and the government firings May exceed 85% and by far it's also having an effect on the whole world because they know that it's coming a little it's a change and it's pleasant change it's about time but it's more work for us and our people have to watch out and put out several alerts also the State Assembly is starting to get nervous they see it coming and they see it happening and they see that they're organized and they're playing it and they have walls up and they walk around with knives out and guns on their hip and they don't they're not allowed to and see what happens an attack the max bringing a big bunch in attack now this change is coming here and we're moving in thankfully today and tomorrow in a big way we're coming in we have huge jobs to do and we might have a wall to put in but still thinking about it because it's going to be a while that's going to be dropped after drop after drop and crabs and nasty fish and they'll be able to protect themselves either it's going to just non-stop work but they think it'll draw foreigners and we had answers for that it's going to draw foreigners what they're doing and the walls going to be cloaked. The suddenly getting it I'm feeling that might be better and our son says there's really going to be a massive number of troops out there and ships and boats and you won't be able to hide your number and your abilities at all because it'll be so many crabs and you can't really hit him with spaceships and you hit them under water sort of but boy it's way too hard if a wall to try and climb up it and they get hit and there's a pile of when you pull them out of there and they see it and they say that's not bad and not a bad idea and he has a good idea to mess with the clothes but they're going to mess back but then again it's an antique clone wall and they know about that. Now he's right the clone said we don't want to see that happen to get you hurt by a crab and there's so many of them out there

-also happened today at the close of the day John remillard start apologizing to people and try to harm our son tried to get in there and started being a jerk and started yelling and screaming inside the apartment and the cops were called and came down and that was what the light was not the regular car and they heard him just in here talking a little bit not much and they were going to grab them and bring him in and some people said no it didn't matter he got taken away okay it was just the car but he's doing that over there he should be arrested

-two more things happen today and it's building up and it's getting worse and pretty soon they're going to figure out that it's wrong thing to do with me but he's more like you're doing is wrong for them they had a huge influx of people to their invasion areas which got cleared out three or four times today.

-their fleet is still heading this way and to a student as it did for the past few nights all those people will be a waste of time and they are fighting the empire and they don't hit practically anyone and some bizarre War and the sun says it happened to Iraq almost like Tommy have cleaned it to happen that way and they don't look at that cuz that's kind of spooked to them and we do understand that there is a big fleet this time it's actually big and has about 9 million octillion and the numbers are gigantic there they can't can't do this more than a few times no this this is going to be way too big I'm going to be knocked out if it saves the population will drop severely if they don't succeed at anything. There is a filling up now the five points the Bering straight is about 5 mi wide no it's about 15 miles wide and big huge trucks are going to cross her two miles wide 10 in a row no well five in a row and roll upon row upon row huge trucks and there's thousands of them and they're moving it and they're older and they're going to they're run down but they're moving and if one doesn't work they push it over the edge it's a giant giant row of them you would not believe how impressive that looks and talk about elephant Walk they're coming down to the border and it is a massive Force it's got to be 10 million really it is just huge and they can't be that money many more left and I don't know why they would keep sending them it seems they don't know about the empire's fleet they won't use the missiles or bombs no that's what they're using and they make it look like troops are doing it.

-it's going to happen today well today will be tomorrow soon and it is a gigantic effort the max are putting together to knock them out and I mean it they are going to do things during the day and night to finish them off right now they're attacking in the Western hemisphere all their bases and there's an evacuation that it's forcing and they want to come down the rivers and they're not letting them and they're annihilating them they don't want them up there building and they don't want them taking the ships and they don't want us to take them and really the whole place is under siege it's a war zone massive massive forces are clashing and the clones are coming out and they are assisting them warlock that's the first yes it's a massive war and they're all going to fight the Macs. It's happening now they're going into cities and things but not so much in New York and our son is right and Denzel thinks he's right too and she's been thinking about it and Trump and they're trying to figure out what to do. We're going to head over there playing now.

-one more thing is going on today they're going door to door and the pulling people out who are not there particular race now they're probably more like out all over Florida and telling them did they under arrest for trespassing and sometimes they actually have been paying rent yes and they actually have a contract and they present it and the police say we don't care your trespassing here our lands and you invaded us. Moreover than not saying it to us cuz we're building tons of stuff and probably building tons of stuff for quite a while it's tons of stuff that sucks here it's a huge junk pile too need to recycle tons of stuff we need huge recycling plants we're doing pretty fast already but they do need that this place is full of junk junk cars I really gets infested with gross bugs and things because they go in there and they live in it and they do things to humans they're in the wild they don't and they fight each other so they're going to make a huge recycling facility you're going to put in for it it's a business and we can make the recycled bikes here. And recycled building products

This morning go on here there's more to talk about here it's critical stuff I'm going to post this now

Thor Freya

Zues Hera and yes we're involved and it's me Hera

Olympus

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mnea22 · 2 years ago

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Simon Pearce Woodbury Cheese Knife Set Cooper In Box Never Opened.

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surely-galena · 3 years ago

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We Don't Talk About Raven, A Parody Number Performed by NSB Agents in Training

WC: 1.0K (cw for mild gore, hunting)

One thing I assume is canon, if not already stated in some card or another, is that Luke Pearce / Agent Raven is a notorious name in the NSB. If you don't know him personally, you are terrified of him, and if you do know him personally, he's still some level of scary (e.g. we know that he did train people once when MC talked to Kai and Elias in SSR Peaceful Place, and they had both known him as a Very Serious Person)

Because unless you're Aaron, or run into him as a civilian, no one really knows how uwu Luke Pearce actually is on a daily basis

So picture this: you're a new recruit walking into the NSB training quarters. You're both nervous and excited, but probably more excited than nervous.

On today's schedule: a combat class with Instructor Luke Pearce, a.k.a. Agent Raven.

"First class with Raven? Good luck with that," one recruit tells you.

"No, don't scare them," another recruit says. "It's best if you go in blind."

"What's the deal with Raven?" you ask -- an innocent question, or so you think.

And instantly, the whole hallway goes silent.

Only to break out into song.

NSB Recruit #1: We don't talk about Raven, no, no, no...

NSB Recruit #2: We don't talk about Raven... but!

NSB Recruit #1: It was assessment day

NSB Recruit #2: We were getting ready and there wasn't a bruise to be found

NSB Recruit #3: No blood allowed in the hall

NSB Recruit #1: Raven walks in with no smile to be seen--

NSB Recruit #2: BLOODSHED

NSB Recruits: We don't talk about Raven!

NSB Graduate: Grew to live in fear of Raven hustling or harming, I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling, I associate him with the splash of blood on land

NSB Recruit #2: (ch, ch, ch)

NSB Graduate: It's a heavy lift with a mentor so humbling, always left myself and the NSB stumbling, grappling with an instructor they couldn't understand... do you understand?

NSB Recruit #1: SEVEN FOOT FRAME

NSB Recruit #2: KNIVES ALONG HIS BACK

NSB Recruit #1: WHEN HE CALLS YOUR NAME

NSB Recruit #2: IT ALL FADES TO BLACK

NSB Recruit #1: yEAH HE SEES YOUR SCHEMES

NSB Recruit #2: AND FEASTS ON YOUR SCREAMS

All: WE DON'T TALK ABOUT LUKE PEARCE!!

Appropriately cowed by your fellow recruits' impromptu yet impeccably choreographed three-minute song and dance number, you're far more nervous than excited when you show up to Instructor Pearce's combat class.

Having witnessed such an explosive performance, your classmates are also a little jittery as they wait for Agent Raven to show up.

And he does, walking in with a duffel bag of equipment, sort of like a sports instructor.

And... he's not like what you expected at all. You'd thought that you'd see blood on his knuckles, a large scar down his face, a man with murder and violence in his eyes.

But Luke Pearce... isn't even seven feet tall. He's just under six feet, actually, with light brown hair that is too long for military standards and bright eyes that seem to hold all the wonder in the world.

This is Raven? You think, perplexed. This is the guy everyone is terrified of?

Luke Pearce: Hey, class! :D

Luke Pearce: Today, we're going to be starting with some basic self-defense. How to stop, drop, and roll and all that. I won't be going easy on you just because you're new, though, so some of you might come away from this class with a couple of bruises. But that's okay, we all get hurt at some point or another. That sound good to you?

He seems... nice, you think.

And while he doesn't pull his punches as he demonstrates a few techniques, he's a good instructor. He knows what he's doing, and he seems to know the best way each student learns.

Luke Pearce: Grab a partner and practice some of those moves together. I need to do something real quick, but I'll be back very soon.

You all watch as he unzips the duffel bag, and... oh. You're not sure if you want to throw up, run away screaming, or both. You blanch as he pulls out a clear plastic bag filled with a grisly combination of bloodied flesh, bone, and organs.

Luke Pearce: I'm just going to run to the freezer with this other instructor. (He lifts the plastic bag.) Don't slack off when I'm gone! :D

The whole class is silent as everyone watches Luke walk out, whistling nonchalantly with the plastic bag in hand.

This other instructor, you think, a chill running down your spine. Did he kill... another instructor? Is that allowed?

You try to refocus and turn back to your partner, ready to practice what you've just been taught.

But all the while, a song plays in the back of your mind, and your horror deepens the more you think about what you just saw.

"We don't talk about Raven," you find yourself whispering. "We don't talk about Raven..."

Luke continues to whistle as he walks down the hall with Aaron.

Aaron: So let me get this straight. Your other doctor friend went hunting this morning and ended up with too many leftovers?

Luke: Mhm! He's a really good shot. Does it the old-fashioned way, with a bow and quiver and everything.

Aaron: (gesturing to the plastic bag) And so this is...

Luke: Deer, I think. Might be a squirrel in there somewhere. I'm not sure, but maybe your wife could use it.

Aaron: Yeah, she does make a good soup...

Luke: So help me out? We can divide it fifty-fifty. Pleaseeee? (he gives Aaron a puppy dog look.)

Aaron: Mm... all right.

Luke: Sweet! I'll put this in the freezer and you can pick up your half when you go home.

Aaron: Sure. But I must know -- did you actually run out of class with that?

Luke: Yeah, I didn't want it to spoil. Why, is there an issue?

Aaron, knowing perfectly well what the other students would have thought: Ah... maybe we'll talk about it another time. You have a class to get back to, after all.

#tears of themis #luke pearce #I guess this is my content for today #sometimes I don't know what goes on in my head but this apparently is one of them

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graveyardrabbit · 3 years ago

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Fingers To Bone

"Was their indifference crueler Than your nothing to eat"

a mix of songs about survival cannibalism

tracklist:

“A Tale They Won’t Believe” -- Weddings Parties Anything

“The Ballad Of Alferd Packer” -- Phil Ochs

“Luxborough Galley” -- Anders Ådin, Patrick Wingård, Richard Burgess

“Throwing A Donner Party” -- Giant Squid

“Banks of Newfoundland” -- Andy Irvine

“Timothy” -- The Wrong Dots (cover)

“The Whaleship Essex” -- The National Lights

“The Devil In Camp” -- American Murder Song

“To Fair London Town” -- Susan McKeown

“Words From The Executioner To Alexander Pearce“ -- The Drones

“Raft Of The Medusa” -- Levellers

“Knives Out” -- Radiohead

“Passenger On The Menu“ -- GBH

“In The Mountains” -- Macabre

“The Final Voyage Of The Wailer's Essex“ -- Rusty Cage

#music #playlist #playlists #history #got another one of these lads #survival cannibalism playlist: the sequel #cover art is a Donner Party-related lithograph #survival cannibalism #cannibalismposting

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hearse-song · 3 years ago

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I’m A Humanitarian

we are what we eat

tracklist:

“Cannibal Fantasy” -- Damon Albarn and Michael Nyman

“Chainsaw Buffet” -- Lordi

“A Little Priest” -- Angela Lansbury, Len Cairou

“100%” -- Angelspit

“A Tale They Won’t Believe (Acoustic)” -- Mick Thomas

“Cannibalism Is The Cure” -- Get Set Go

“Sweet Bod” -- Lemon Demon

“The Whaleship Essex” -- The National Lights

“Cannibal Buffet” -- Voltaire

“Cannibal” -- Tally Hall

“How To Serve Man” -- Creature Feature

“Cannibal’s Hymn” -- Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds

“The Devil In Camp” -- American Murder Song

“Knives Out” -- Radiohead

“Eat Raw Meat = Blood Drool” -- Editors

“Raft Of The Medusa” -- Levellers

“Cannibal” -- Reel Big Fish

“Words From The Executioner To Alexander Pearce“ -- The Drones

“Nantucket Sleighride/The Essex“ -- Traveler's Dream

“Mein Teil“ -- Rammstein

“I Eat Cannibals” -- Toto Coelo

#in liu of content please have some playlists #pulling some stuff over from my 8tracks #my playlists #whump playlist #cannibalism #blood #'hey Jonah exactly how many songs do you know that're about cannibalism?' 'yeah'#long post #pun in the title just try and stop me

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secretadventuresociety · 3 years ago

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Episode 43 Recap

Join me for storytime, SASholes. I’m Bren, resident SAStorian and the most unreliable of narrators. Welcome to Episode 43: Keggin And Company.

Clout Scouts

The Nobodies wake up the next morning to Pongu making more wankcakes, and talk over breakfast about going ahead and making the half-day’s journey to Bludsand. With this destination in mind, they discuss their shopping list: healing potions, components to make bullets for Pearce, and new knives for Pongu. Kess ponders for a moment, then realizes that one of her brothers might be able to supply them with some potions that he’s made personally, saving them some gold. She asks Pongu to message Rook in order to make the request, and he does– only having to wait a few moments before the alchemist responds through the fairy’s open mouth, agreeing to outfit the party with as many concoctions as he could spare.

With one item taken care of, Kess breathes a sigh of relief for their collective pocketbooks. She also tells Pongu they may be able to procure him some knives on their detour to Mardosta, to which he is amenable. He hands each member of the group a scone of greater healing, and Pearce scarfs his down while telling his friends that he would be more than happy to get his five-finger-discount should they let him shop for the potions instead. He is largely ignored as Kess reveals she may have an alternative to flying for the next time they travel. As it stands now, however, the druid transforms into her eagle form and takes the gang the rest of the way to Bludsand.

The party flies into a huge city alive with beautiful structures and sprawling beaches. Pongu looks out toward the ocean and recognizes The Sea Leaf, a boat that he had seen before on his oceanic travels. Kess decides to land the group smack dab in the middle of a crowded area, and she makes a show of transforming into her high elf form. As if this doesn’t draw enough attention, Pearce turns to nearby onlookers and announces that Pongu is the Prince of Pieces of Bread. The gunslinger whispers to Pongu to introduce Kess as some sort of queen in order to continue to level up their Cool Factor, but Pongu reminds him that she had already solidified her badassery with shapeshifting so she’s the coolest one already.

The Alest Ale That Ever Was

Once the hubbub around their arrival calms down, the Nobodies set themselves a limit of five hours in the city for their shopping needs. As they look around at the various shops and stands, Pearce tells Kü not to make any trouble, to which the kobold replies ‘no promises’ while running off toward the nearest food cart. Kess considers a trip to a bathhouse and gets excited about the prospect of cleaning up and relaxing for the first time in a long time. She brings this up to the group, and they decide it would be a good idea to look presentable while shopping in this relatively nice city. The changeling seeks out a sign that marks all of the pertinent spots in the market, and after finding out the direction of the spa– the four adventurers start walking that way.

Pearce spies a stand selling ale, and as he draws closer, the gunslinger notices it is actually the alcohol that Xefi, their old benefactor, produces. He stops, striking up a conversation with the proprietor, Jerreth. Pearce asks if he’s heard from Xefi at all, and Jerreth says he has, but not recently. The seller goes on to say that the people of Bludsand are somewhat thrilled that Evercrest has gone mostly silent, as there’s a bit of competition between the two. The gang shudders at what they know is keeping Evercrest at bay– but Pearce shifts gears by offering Jerreth 20 gold for half a keg of ale so that they can pregame for their spa trip.

After this transaction, Jerreth asks the Nobodies if they’re from Evercrest themselves, but Pongu tells him they hail from Breadlandia– specifically the city of Panera. Not knowing any better, the merchant accepts this, and laughs with the group at the audacity of King Elemend changing the name of Panamere to the more edgy Bludsand– drawing inspiration from the signature crimson beaches of the city. In parting, Pearce asks Jerreth to tell Xefi hi if he talks to her– confirming that his supplier is indeed alive and that they’ve worked for her. Jerreth immediately perks up, relieved that there may be more Alemason Ale for him to peddle. He thanks the group as they move on, keg in tow.

Bring the Keggin

The party finds themselves standing in front of The Pampered Feather, a tall and dignified building. Pearce looks down at the keg that he’s been dragging along behind him, then shifts his attention to Pongu. He asks the fairy if he has any wigs on hand, and Pongu readily supplies him with a long red number that the gunslinger pulls over the top of the wooden lid of the keg. Pearce dubs his Frankenstein creation Keggin, and drags it into the spa. The proprietor takes one look at Keggin and tells Pearce that outside kegs are not welcome in the bathhouse. Incensed, the gunslinger refuses to leave his ‘son’, saying they aren’t able to be separated.

Pongu discreetly casts Minor Illusion, making Keggin appear to a couple leaving the spa as a small redheaded child. He greets the duo, and the elven woman they had been speaking to heaves a huge sigh, allowing the five of them entrance. As Kess makes her way past the staff member, she slips her 10 gold and confides that it’s better that the interaction went this way. They are then led into individual changing rooms that are right outside of the expansive spa area. Pearce slides Keggin into the communal bath while he heads to disrobe. He comes back out in just his hat, and takes a spot near his keg-shaped child. Not long after, Kess dramatically joins him– opting for a cannonball approach to the same bath, but she dives in completely nude.

Kü, however, chooses a neighboring mud bath to crawl into. As he sinks into the warm sludge, Pongu slides in as well. The fairy shapes the steam around them into the shape of tiny soldiers, making them fight above their heads. Kess calls over one of the assorted staff hovering around the space and orders a meat feast for Kü. As she and Pearce watch the kobold happily dig into the protein platter, the gunslinger poses a serious question to Kess. He wonders if they should stop trying to save the world. He tells her that he doesn’t want to sacrifice her or the rest of the party in order to prevent destruction that may just be inevitable. Kess agrees, but argues that they’re too far in to stop. They either have to choose to run until it catches up with them, or they fight.

Too Much, Too Big

The gang, getting progressively more toasted as they drink from Keggin’s sKüll, start to fall into that emotional state of inebriation. Pongu uses Sending to drunk-message Nix, apologizing for his late response, but telling the tiefling that he’s thinking about him. He tacks on that he supposes he’s thinking of Nileena too, but only inasmuch as he wants to know why she ignored his cry for help during the dragon duel. Nix replies and says he’s been thinking about Pongu as well, and as for Nileena– the human seems to be in one of her ‘states’ where she is effectively lost to time. This response drives the fairy to tears, but he attempts to shrug it off and leaves the mud bath for the communal pool. He asks Kess how the water is, and Pearce invites him in to test it for himself.

As Pongu places a mud-caked foot into the bath, he sees the grime disappear without polluting the pristine water. It’s then that the fairy takes a look around and realizes just how many enchantments must be keeping the spa clean, warm, and inviting. Once Pongu has submerged himself in the water, Pearce asks him about Nix. Pongu explains that he was his mentor’s assistant, but doesn’t say much else. Sensing how sad his friend is, Pearce asks the fairy what he needs. He tearfully tells the gunslinger to steal him some knives, to which Pearce agrees. He also reassures Pongu that everyone who meets him loves him, and he’s sure that Nix does too. This causes a strange reaction in Pongu, who says he’s not sure how he feels about the tiefling. Pongu divulges that he has so much love for everyone that it’s difficult to sort them from romantically to platonically and whatever is in between.

This conversation leads into the party complimenting each other just like that drunk girl you meet in the bathroom of your favorite bar. Kü eventually joins them in the bath as well, and after a bit, Kess suggests they all go shopping while they’re still tipsy. They go to their changing rooms and grab the supplied robes and flippy floppies, but as they start to make their way toward the door, a staff member alerts them to the fact that they will not be able to re-enter once they leave. He also helpfully reminds them that the Pampered Feather is still cleaning their clothes for them, and offers to bring the group toast and coffee to help them sober up instead. The gang agrees to these terms– and each make their own journey through the effects of the alcohol. Kess settles into a massage and throws up during it, bringing her back to her sound mind quite quickly. Pearce makes it through quickly with caffeine and a higher tolerance. Pongu, however, laments that everyone always leaves him– and somehow all the crying keeps him from coming fully to his senses.

Retail Therapy

Heading back out into the city, the Nobodies first go to a blacksmith so Pearce can buy components to craft ammo. He also asks the proprietor for an attachment that would make it possible for him to fire more bullets at once without having to reload. The man tells him that he will need to go to someone else for what he wants– so he goes into the back of the shop and reappears with a halfling named Grimswald. The blacksmith tells them to follow the halfling, and thanks them for their patronage. Grimswald leads the party through a few alleys, then stops in front of a sewer grate. They all lower themselves down and after a short walk, wind up standing in front of an aarakocra. He introduces himself as Jakyla, and asks what has brought them to his underground shop.

Pearce steps forward and details his ideas for Iris, and Jakyla says he may be able to make the gun store three shots at once, as well as doing a bit of magical damage for 500 gold. He goes on to offer him modified pistol bullets that would do extra elemental damage for a little bit cheaper. After a bit of deliberation, Pearce decides to do the expensive mechanical upgrade– then out of excitement, the aarakocra begins to offer them other random magic items he has procured to see if he can squeeze any more gold out of the foursome. Pongu shows interest in Jakyla’s book of spells, and the aarakocra reads out some pages that the fairy could copy down and use for himself. Pongu picks out three spells, but talks Jakyla into throwing in a fourth for free. He winds up with See Invisibility, Mass Suggestion, Hold Monster, and Chain Lightning. Pearce adds on acid damage rounds and one of the aarakocra’s pistols. Kü picks out a Ring of Spell Storing. Kess decides on a Prism of Spell Splitting, Sweet Accident Bears (gummy bears that make your foe feel as though they’ve shit themselves), and purple salt imbued with Zone of Truth.

When all is said and done, the group spends most of their savings. Jakyla also asks to keep Iris overnight to work on the upgrade, and after tearfully setting the gun gently down on the aarakocra’s workbench, the group takes some time for Pongu to etch his new spells onto his skin with his mage hand as Kü watches on, and Pearce and Kess head back to the blacksmith to buy more bullet ingredients. Kess also picks up a broken sword from the same spot. They then go have dinner and wander around the blood red sands until about 11:00, when Pongu and Kü finally emerge from the sewers. Kess looks at the party with a shine in her eye, and tells them that she has a plan regarding their lodgings for the night. She flies them over to a nearby forest and casts Transport Via Plant on a tree– creating a portal that opens up to a tree in her greenhouse inn Mardosta. When they enter, they see Kess’ mom and dad there looking at the flowers. They’re startled of course, but happy to see the group alive and well. Thus, our heroes spend the night on freshly made beds in the only place that has felt like home to them.

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TL;DR

This episode reminded me why I don’t get super drunk often. I turn into Pongu-levels of depressed!

I’m not going to lie, Bludsand seems fucking BALLER. Better than the Pink Sands of the Bahamas.

I sure hope the Nobodies figure out a way to get some more gold…

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actualbird · 2 years ago

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luke's got this covered

#tears of themis #incorrect tears of themis #luke pearce #marius von hagen #thats why his jackets so big. it's full of secrets. (the secret being knives)

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disneybooksandanimearemylife · 3 years ago

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Book Blog: Sisters’ Red by Jackson Pearce

This took me less than 10 days to read. It was a fairly simple concept and it was fun. However, I don’t think I’m the target audience anymore.

PLOT: Two sisters Scarlett and Rosie have lived in Ellison, Georgia all their lives. Ever since a Fernis (werewolf) attacked them as little kids Scarlett has to lived with permanent scars and an eyepatch to cover her missing eye; Rosie has to run their lonely home and make sure Scarlett stays sane. One day when their childhood friend Silas comes back from California things get really heated. A wounded Fernis tells them that on the full moon a new Potential shall be transformed in Atlanta. The group only has a couple months to find the potential, stop the transformation, and maybe; just maybe; discover their inner selves.

PROS: The author borrows heavily from the classic Little Red Riding Hood. From the sister’s grandma Oma March being of German descent, the girls wear red cloaks while hunting. they use axes and knives to destroy the Fernis, Silas comes from a longline of huntsmen that were trained to kill Fernis. However, the author does add a modern twist to the story to make it her own action packed adventure. I also love that it takes place in Georgia. Again, just like Vermont there aren’t too many stories that take place in this particular state. I want to think the author got Atlanta right in that behind all the glitz and glamor there s seedy underbelly the lurking with danger.

The characters themselves are pretty decent. Scarlett had to harden heart after the age of seven. She wears her scars proudly as a badge of honor. However just like most teenagers she is also self conscious of how she appears towards others. She’s cold to others unless it’s her sister or Silas and even then when Scarlett doesn’t get her way she shuts them out so she can calm down.

Rosie is the exact opposite of her sister. She’s bubbly and cheerful, she knows the world is cruel and yet she doesn’t want her tragic backstory to define herself. Rosie also want more in life than just hunting. While they’re in Atlanta she signs up for classes at an Atlanta local rec center. She feels like she’s betraying her sister but at the same she’s enjoying herself and realizes that maybe she doesn’t want just one life purpose.

Silas; while not a main character; does play a big enough role in the story. He’s kind but stern with Scarlett. He has to remind her that he has his own life to live and he’ll choose how to do so. He also was the one to influence Rosie in taking chances to do other things. The two form a relationship and no matter how I look at it, it would’ve been a lose-lose scenario. If they had told Scarlett she would’ve been mad. But they didn’t tell her, she found out on her own and she still got mad. So what else could they have done?

CONS: I have a minor problem with how the climax ending. Throughout the story there were some huge stakes. Stakes that could been life or death. And yet it felt like the author threw it all away because “the full moon phase ended ten minutes ago, so we just missed it! You don’t have to die tonight yaay!” When that happened it make me feel like all that momentum was for nothing.

Again, I don’t think I’m the target audience for this anymore. Maybe that’s why I was able to read this so quickly and be a bit more critical about it.

I enjoyed it well enough. I think it definitely makes for a great night of reading. It’s simple, crazy, and fairly exciting so I have to rate it a 6/10.

#Book Blog #Personal Readings #Personal Opinions and Thoughts #Sisters Red #Jackson Pearce #Little Red Riding Hood #fairy tale #modern fairytale #werewolves #Fernis #action #adventure #fantasy #teen fiction #young adult #genre #6/10

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omnivorousshipper · 4 years ago

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Request Friday: Roman gets taken hostage and it’s up to the ladies of FF to pull off a rescue. Unexpectedly (to the ladies) Owen Shaw shows up demanding to be allowed to help. Only bump— their rescue plan demands he wears a dress. He pulls a full on Mulan and rescues his man.

Thank you sooo much friend!! I was so hyped when you told me this prompt during my stream!! I can't wait for this! (Ps, this is how the all female FF movie should go down)

Letty glared at the large monitor

How the hell did this happen?

"How the hell did this happen?" Mia asked behind her

"I have no idea." Letty sighed, a hint of frustration evident in her voice

On the monitor, was a video playing on loop

A video of Roman Pearce getting himself taken hostage by the guy he was supposed to be spying on

"Isn't Roman supposed to be good at these missions by now?" Ramsey asked, walking up to them

"He's supposed to be." Letty snarled. "But it looks like we're going to have to save his sorry ass."

"Too bad it's just us." Mia said. "Having extra people to help distract him while we get him out would be nice."

"Don't worry, we'll make do." Ramsey smirked

"You have a plan." Letty said, and looked over at the computer hacker

"We'll need to do a bit of dress up, but it should work." Ramsey nodded

"Let's here it." Mia said. They stood around the monitor as Ramsey pulled up the blueprints to the building they were keeping Roman

"They'll no doubt be keeping him in the top floor, where Livingston's penthouse is. Roman should have been smart enough not to reveal who he's working with, so that should give us more time to save him."

"They’ll need that info before they kill him." Letty nodded along

"Exactly. And all we need to do is keep enough guards off of him and get him out."

"Meaning we'll need a good distraction."

"I hope you guys have some nice dresses, because there's going to be a ball tonight." Ramsey smirked at them

"Oh god," Letty groaned and rolled her eyes dramatically. "I hate having to fight in a dress. You can't keep any weapons on you!"

"Speak for yourself." A voice called out

All three of them jerked around to see Owen Shaw standing in the doorway, his face almost set in stone as he walked inside the room

"Owen, what are you doing here?" Letty asked and stepped in front of Mia and Ramsey

She trusted Owen, but she knew Mia trusted as far as she could throw him

"I'm here to save Roman." He said simply and stopped in front of Letty and kept his eyes trained on her

"Why?" She frowned and searched his eyes. She didn't see anything other than pure worry and determination in them

"Because he called me to help him."

"Why the hell would be do that?" Mia snapped

"Because I'm his boyfriend?" Owen drawled

"You are?" Ramsey yelped

"For only a few months, but yes." Owen nodded. "And I would like to save him before anything serious happens."

Letfy glanced over at Mia and Ramsey and they both shrugged. They could use another person on the team

"Um." Ramsey spoke up. "There is a sligh problem."

Frowning, Letty turned towards her

"You see," Ramsey said nervously and glanced between the other three. "I don't know if I can get him in."

"What do you mean?" Owen asked. "Just add a fake name to the list."

"That's the problem." Ramsey admitted. "There isn't a list. The guards are all given photos of the guests and forced to memorize them instead of having a concrete list. I can't hack that."

"Then how were you going to get us in?" Letty asked

"The guests can have plus ones. And in my experience, it's not too hard for lonely bachelor to willingly bring a woman he just met to these functions."

"But a lonely bachelorette is another thing." Letty hissed

"Don't worry about that." Owen said, making the three women look at him suspiciously. "I have that cover."

"What the hell are you planning, Oh?" Letty asked

"Don't worry," he smirked at her. "You're going to like it. So, tell me what kind of distraction we're going to make."

The three women glanced at each other, but ultimately didn't question what he had up his sleeve

They'd find out eventually after all

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Adjusting her hair, Letty closed her portable mirror and got out of her car. Looking around, everyone else was dressed to the nines and heading towards the hotel. Staying by her car, she waited for the others

Letty was wearing a black silk gown, and had her hair down. Meanwhile, she had two knives strapped to one of her thighs. She hoped both Ramsey and Mia had taken her suggestion that they do the same

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Mia and Ramsey walking up to her

Mia was in a short, pink dress with long-sleeves, while Ramsey was wearing a stunning yellow dress that seemed to wash over her body

"Where's Shaw?" Ramsey asked

"I'm not sure, but if he doesn't show soon, I'm going to beat the shit out of him." Letty grunted

"Oh, my god." Mia gasped

Letty followed her shocked gaze and felt her eyebrows raise in shock

Walking towards them was Owen

Wearing a long, elegant, green dress. There was a slit going up his leg, showing off his powerful thighs, while the sleeves covered his arms and his chest seemed to have grown overnight. The highcollar of the dress covered his neck and Adam's apple, while his hair was long and pinned beautifully

"About time you showed up." Letty said instead of a greeting

"Took a while to get my hair the way I wanted." He shrugged

"No shit."

"Come on, we need to get going." Ramsey urged them

Following behind her, Letty bumped her shoulder against Owen's

"You look pretty." She smiled up at him

"You do, too." He smiled back gently. "Now, let's go rescue my dumbarse of a boyfriend."

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Roman was sagged against the chair he was tied to when he heard a commotion outside the door

He was in a wooden chair with his hands tied behind his back and tape over his mouth. Several guards were stationed around the penthouse, with a few outside of it

All he could hear was

"Miss, this is a private room, you can't be- AH!" The guard screamed

Suddenly, the door was flung open, and the guards body thrown to the floor

Eyes widening, Roman watched in shock as Letty burst into the room, followed by-

Owen?

In a dress?

Roman was do lost on that thought, he nearly missed the way the two made their way through the guards and had everyone on the floor in minutes

Owen and Letty stood back to back, panting and still in fighting stances as unconscious bodies laid on the floor

Roman didn't know how he could want a single person more than he wanted Owen at that exact moment

The two dropped out of their stances and finally noticed Roman a few feet away

Owen rushed over to him and carefully pulled the tape off his mouth. He was leaned over Roman, who shoved himself forward and slammed their mouths together

"Oh come on!" Letty shouted. "Get a room!"

Roman barely heard her as he felt Owen kiss him and take his breath away

When they finally pulled away, Owen chuckled and wiped his thumb across Roman's lips

"Forgot I was wearing lipstick." He smiled

"If you could wear this again, I'd be willing to do anything to you." Roman said breathlessly

"Don't you mean 'for him'?" Letty asked

"Nope."

Owen smiled wicked down at him

"Don't give me too many ideas. I might just like you look this."

"That's it!" Letty yelled. "I'm leaving!"

Owen Roman followed after her at a much slower pace

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I hope you enjoyed friend! I really loved this!!

#rowen #owen shaw #roman pearce #letty ortiz #mia toretto #ramsey #crossdressing #genderfuild character #asks #omni answers #omni writes

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From Subculture to Hegemony: Transversal Strategies of the New Right in Neofolk and Martial Industrial

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Neo-Folk and Martial Industrial are two sub-categories of Industrial Music, which developed in the 1980’s. Industrial as such was a direction that – parallel to Punk Rock – worked with the latest electronics in order to create an aesthetic of futuristic noise machines of the late 20th century and research extreme zones of contemporary society and history. Throbbing Gristle already thematized concentration camps, serial killers, Aleister Crowley etc by using cut-up techniques of William S. Burroughs and Brion Gysin and thus with strategies of liberation from brain washing. Similarly, Cabaret Voltaire were said to wage a “propaganda war against the propaganda war” (Industrial Culture Handbook). With SPK this was combined with a critique of Psychiatry and a presentation of extremes of the body and death. In the 80’s there were agitational and critical bands such as Test Dept., Nocturnal Emissions and Bourbonese Qualk which were often associated with the ever broadening spectrum of “Industrial”. However, with Laibach the critique of totalitarianism became more ambivalent. This ambivalence was at first seemingly shared by Death In June, the band that in many ways was at the origin of what is now considered Neo-Folk and Martial Industrial.

Death In June has already been the subject of an article in datacide by Stewart Home. Although the band’s name derives from the “night of the long knives” when the SA leadership and other elements in German fascism were liquidated by Hitler and the SS in June 1934, DIJ’s left wing origins as well as their collaboration with a number of musicians not suspected to have far right leanings seemed to suggest to followers of 80’s industrial that their use of fascist imagery had some sort of critical element to it. There was a romantic and fetishistic element to it and and when Tony Wakeford was sacked from the band (supposedly) for his membership in the National Front it seemed to show that indeed they were rejecting politics and their use of fascist themes and imagery was on the level of aesthetic provocation.

In the course of the late 80’s and throughout the 90’s a number of other bands flocked to the use of this strategy creating a small sub-culture heavy with far right symbolisms and content, sometimes more, sometimes less explicit and politically oriented. Although there is no doubt that this scene harbours a lot of entirely “unpolitical” elements, there are definite personal connections to some elements of the organized far right who are trying to use a “metapolitical” strategy of intervention to fight their fascist kulturkampf.

Right wing sub-cultures are still mostly associated with White Power rock, Skinhead and Oi!-music. This has historical reasons. Central in this is the band Skrewdriver around Ian Stuart Donaldson. The first couple of 7”s and the first album came out on the pub/punk rock label Chiswick Records in 1977. Lack of success however made the band dissolve twice until they reformed again in 1982 and released a 12” on Last Resort’s Boot and Braces Records and then a couple of 7”s on the National Front’s White Noise Records. By now they had become the quintessential White Power band and played numerous “Rock Against Communism” festivals, the NF-answer to the much more popular Rock Against Racism festivals at the time. In 1987, Ian Stuart fell out with Patrick Harrington and Derek Holland of the White Noise Club, the National Front’s “musical” arm, and founded his own Blood & Honour network, in which he played a leading role until his death in a car accident in 1993.

Two things have to be stated in our context here: 1. The ludicrous paranoid race hate ramblings present in the lyrics of Skrewdriver and a host of other like-minded bands that joined them just didn’t lead them anywhere in terms of commercial success, which is something Stuart by his own admission wanted to achieve. 2. With that avenue barred, this scene didn’t and doesn’t have problems outing themselves as National Socialists. To present their political ideas they can do without references to obscure authors of the “conservative revolution” or völkish occultists, and are quite happy to chant their primitive slogans undiluted. The same is true with “National Socialist Black Metal (NSBM), the openly neo-nazi section of the Black Metal scene and certain White Power Noise Bands. There seems to be a competition to pronounce the most inhuman, brutal and anti-Semitic messages. Song titles as “Die Juden sind unser Unglück”, “Systematische Judische Vernichtung” (Deathkey), “Sieg Heil Vaterland”, “Europa Erwache!” (Der Stürmer), “The Whitest Power”, “Blood Banner SS”, “Juda Verrecke” (Streicher) are quite common.

With Neo-Folk and other outgrowths of the Industrial scene this is different. A great importance is attached to avoid being easily associated with the brown swamp. Their attitude is intellectual and elitist with adoration for Ernst Jünger and Julius Evola not Hitler and Mussolini. Even with key figures who have undeniably been members of far right political groups (in Britain this is crystallized around the mid-80’s National Front and its “Political Soldier” faction), there is a surprising eagerness to distance themselves from allegations of “fascism”. This has a historical precedent in the French “Nouvelle Droite” (see appendix) who, motivated to get out of the neo-Nazi cul-de-sac, and on their march through the institutions, tried hard to avoid being tagged fascists while serving old wine in new bottles, or old ideology in new phraseology for to the present day.

Troy Southgate, head of the group HERR, seems particularly eager not to be branded a fascist despite his history as a wanderer from one group of the extreme right to the other (such as the National Front, the International Third Position, the English Nationalist Movement, the National Revolutionary Faction etc). Presumably this is a tactical move not to scare away potential recruits to his more recent “National Anarchist Movement”. With a list of his favorite authors including pre-cursors like Bakunin, Proudhon and Nietzsche, “classic” fascist and National-Bolshevik authors such as Julius Evola, the Strasser Brothers, Ernst Jünger, Martin Heidegger, Gabriele D’Annunzio, Ernst Niekisch, Arthur Moeller van den Bruck, Karl Haushofer, and finally more contemporary fascists and esoteric Hitlerists like Francis Parker Yockey, Miguel Serrano and Savitri Devi, one wonders why he pretends to be so allergic to the f-word. While this is not necessarily a homogenous bunch of authors, and most of them are not “Nazis” in the sense of toeing the line of the NSDAP, all of them (minus the 19th century pre-cursers) can reasonably be called fascist in the sense of using “fascism” as an umbrella term for tendencies including the conservative revolution, national bolshevism, the Hitler-Nazis to the various strains of the contemporary New Right.

Armin Mohler, a historian and speaker of the “conservative revolution” said: “Fascism for me, is when disappointed liberals and disappointed socialists come together for something new. Out of this emerges what is called conservative revolution.” He somewhat modifies this point in 1973/74: “Apart from a few extras from the ‘lunatic fringe’, no one was defining themselves as ‘fascist’ anymore.” He then tries to define what “fascist” means. He chooses a procedural method he terms the “physiognomic approach”: “In any case all attempts to understand fascism from its theoretical declarations, or (which is not the same) to reduce it to a theory, are doomed to fail (…) In this area of politics the relationship to the concept (Begriff) is just instrumental, indirect, retrospective. Preceding there is a decision for a gesture, a rhythm, in short: a style. This style can of course express itself in words – fascism is not mute, on the contrary. It loves words – but they are not there to communicate a logical context”, rather, according to Mohler, they lead “most of the time” to “random and arbitrary results”. “To summarize we can say that fascists can obviously easily accept discrepancies in theory, because their communication is happening in a shorter curve, exactly through ‘style’”. (Von Rechts gesehen, 181f.) Mussolini declared in an almost more radical fashion: “Fascism is to the highest degree a relativist movement, because it never made the attempt to clothe its multi-layered and powerful mentality in a defined program. Its success lies rather in the fact that it has followed constantly changing individual inspirations (…) Us fascists have always expressed our complete indifference towards any theory…” Mohler (1920-2003) himself was increasingly openly calling himself a fascist towards the end of his life, while the younger “new right” adepts on the contrary try to utilize an ideological fog machine to obscure their positions.

While Southgate only more recently added a musical “career” to his CV, his former comrade in the NF, Tony Wakeford, has been involved with music longer than his involvement with far right politics. In fact, Wakeford did have roots in the far left scene as a member of the Socialist Workers Party when he was in the band Crisis (see Datacide 7). Douglas Pearce was simultaneously in the International Marxist Group, a competing Trotskyist group. Crisis was dissolved apparently out of disillusionment with the left, and Death In June was founded in 1981.

Shortly afterwards Tony Wakeford joined the National Front. The NF had been the most important party of British neo-fascism in the 1970’s. However, in the early 80’s it already was in a state of decline and internal factional disputes. There was soon a de facto split between the “Official NF” and the “Flag Group”. In control of the “Official NF” was the “Political Soldier” faction around Nick Griffin and Patrick Harrington, and it was with this latter faction that Wakeford was sympathizing. Supposedly Wakeford had to leave the band DIJ for this reason, although this seems strange, given that this was right at the point when the NF took a turn to Strasserism, the so-called “left wing” of National Socialism. Douglas Pearce himself said in 1992 that when “searching for a new political perspective we stumbled across nationalist Bolshevism (…) people like Gregor Strasser and Ernst Röhm, who were later known as the ‘second revolutionaries’”. This is a position that would have been compatible with the “Political Soldiers” from the NF.

The question has to be inserted here: why wasn’t DIJ immediately recognized as a far right band by most people? There are different reasons for this. Their background was explicitly left, texts and imagery seemed to be ambivalent, one wanted to recognize not a glorification but also a critique, and when the band was singing the Horst Wessel Lied, it was seen as a provocation embedded in a historical collage. One could and should have been more critical, but songs like “Death of the West” were serving both “left” and “right”-wing anti-Western resentment. People like John Balance and David Tibet, who seemed unsuspicious, were playing on DIJ records and Douglas Pearce was working for a time in Rough Trade record shop, which was supposed to be politically correct – hadn’t they banned Whitehouse records for the fact the band shared the same address as the fascist League of St. George? And last but not least hadn’t Wakeford been sacked from the band for his involvement with the NF?

After leaving DIJ, Wakeford founded the band Above The Ruins with the bassist Gary Smith of No Remorse, which was an openly neo-nazi band similar to Skrewdriver both in terms of musical style and ideological direction. Above The Ruins released one album and became effectively the first line-up of the new band Sol Invictus, in which Wakeford is still active. Sol Invictus first album was called “Against The Modern World” in homage to Julius Evola, on which Smith still played bass, and was joined by Ian Read and Liz Gray. Wakeford has denied this connection for many years, although there was a re-release of the album in 1996 which was also sold through the Sol Invictus mail order. Above the Ruins featured on a National Front benefit sampler called “No Surrender” alongside the likes of Skrewdriver on the Rock-o-Rama label, who have as recently as 2008 released a track by No Remorse on a 30 years anniversary compilation. Interesting detail: The track “Waiting” had not previously been released on Rock-o-Rama, but was on the “Songs of the Wolf” album. This album, released originally on cassette tape in 1984, then on vinyl in 1986, had already reaped praise in Scorpion magazine from Michael Walker, who is another figure of the British New Right as former NF member.

What is certain is that Wakeford makes some sort of effort at damage control concerning his involvements with the far right. His strategy seems to be to make flimsy disclaimers and otherwise deny everything (see his “Message from Tony” on his website). The legend that he was only briefly involved with far right politics in ca. 1984 doesn’t hold up. His involvement with the NF went back at least two years during which he was a member of DIJ. Wakeford has had many personal involvements with important figures of the far right till at least 1999 when Richard Lawson was best man at his wedding, which also include figures like Patrick Harrington and National Socialist Movement leader Tony Williams. We already encountered Patrick Harrington as one of the organizers of the White Noise Club in the mid 80’s, and he was also a part of the Political Soldier faction of the NF. When this faction split at the end of the decade (leaving the small rump of the NF to the “Flag” group), it produced the International Third Position (Griffin, Holland) and the “Third Way” (Harrington), which is posing as a “think tank” rather than a political group. Harrington remains a confidant of Griffin as the chairman of the fake trade union Solidarity, which is essentially a BNP front. Wakeford was good friends with Harrington and Tony Williams, the future leader of the National Socialist Movement and the person who would issue his NSM membership card to London nail-bomber David Copeland. Wakeford’s other close friend Richard Lawson had a career in the extreme right going back into the 70’s. He was editor of “Britain First” together with Dave McCalden, who became known as a holocaust revisionist, followed the Strasserite split of the short lived National Party. In the 80’s he returned to the “Strasserized” National Front, founded the IONA-Group (Islands of the North Atlantic) and wrote for Scorpion, the magazine of Michael Walker (who was one of the people who safe-housed Italian neo-fascist terrorist Roberto Fiore). In the mid-90’s, Lawson founded the fluxeuropa website and was involved along with Southgate in Alternative Green, the nationalistic spin-off from Green Anarchist. As we can see, Wakeford was surrounded by key figures of the extreme right until the end of the 90’s at least. So it’s not surprising that he spouts on about Europe in true new right fashion in an interview with Jean Louis Vaxelaire, which was published on Lawson’s fluxeuropa site. Wakeford said that Europe was “one of my obsessions”, and slightly distanced himself from 19th century concepts of nationalism by preferring to see “Europe as a collection of regions”, but he then in accordance with the new right decried the “unstoppable” “americanization of European culture.”

Wakeford and Southgate are by no means the only ones involved in the far right. Ian Read, a founding member of Sol Invictus and occasional member of Current 93, who featured on Death In June’s “Brown Book”, founded his own project Fire & Ice in 1990. Known in occult circles for his editorship of Chaos International, his interests are focussed on runes, odinism, nordic mythology, and he thinks of himself as one of the most important occultists of the British Isles. But he too has a history as a far right militant as he acted as security for Michael Walker and Michèle Renouf at events around 1990.

Renouf is one of the leading figures of British holocaust denial and anti-Semites. Amongst other things, she participated in the Teheran holocaust conference, and is one of the most active supporters of David Irving. She also pops up in our context again in 2007 when she spoke at an event of Southgate’s New Right groupuscule, as reported by the anti-Fascist magazine Searchlight. This (and a looming leadership contest) led to disputes within the British National Party, since its culture commissioner, self-declared “philosopher” and “artist” (who made garish oil paintings with titles such as “Adolf and Leni” or “Freud was wrong”) was simultaneously Southgate’s partner in the New Right grouplet. This was at a time when Nick Griffin (former Political Soldier, now BNP chairman and recently elected to the European Parliament) tried to create a more “respectable” image for the party. Of course if leading functionaries rub shoulders with radical anti-Zionists and anti-Semites, who, as Renouf does, believe that “Hamas fights for us all”, then Griffin’s attempt to clear the BNP from charges of anti-Semitism have little credibility.

Back to Neo-Folk: In contrast to “Battlenoise!”, the book titled “Looking For Europe” was received with praise in the scene. The 500 page convolute is stuffed with information on bands and records. It functions a bit like a film documentary cut with snippets of interviews in between the text, and amended with “essays” on the “philosophical” background of the artists. The book title of course is taken from a song by Sol Invictus. All sides of the scene are presented and indeed all kinds of references are mentioned and quoted, but the overall agenda seems to be to discredit the anti-Fascists who are active in monitoring and counter-acting the fascist tendencies in neo-folk. Thus, “Rik” from the fluxeuropa web site comments on whether the Neofolk-scene in England has the reputation of being politically incorrect: “The witch hunters of Political Correctness have their very own and narrow minded political agenda – a kind of ‘social marxism’ – and are not satisfied with anything less than complete compliance with their own values and aims. To justify oneself towards these people would be to play their game, and is ultimately futile. This is why I think we shouldn’t even pose this question.” (p 24) This “Rik” can be none other than Richard Lawson, who we already encountered as NF cadre and IONA founder, but the reader is kept in the dark about these facts. It would be interesting to know if the authors of the book knew this information. If the answer is yes, it would show that they are manipulating the reader on this question; if no, it means they didn’t do their research properly. Either way it illustrates well how the book operates – consciously or not – in its quest to create a whitewashed encyclopedia of Neofolk. Why left wing authors like Martin Büsser or Lars Brinkmann let themselves be instrumentalized remains unclear, but it makes it possible that pretend-equilibrium is created. Most importantly, the involvement of the far right in Neofolk is trivialized and reduced to footnote status.

One other method in this strategy is to present authors such as Ernst Jünger and Julius Evola as heroic mavericks and mystical sages. It is worth briefly looking into their relationships with fascism. Ernst Jünger was active as a publicist and author from the 1920’s onwards on the fringes of the furthest right of the Weimar Republic. He was never a Hitlerite National Socialist, but still he was one of those intellectuals who expected to be the helm of intellectual life after the “German Revolution”. Benn and Heidegger are other examples of this. In 1964, Jünger wrote in his book “Maxima-Minima”: “Revolutions also have a mechanical side”, complaining that the result is that “subaltern” types are coming to the fore. I’m sure he is thinking of the mediocre writers that became national authors of Nazi Germany. Of course Jünger is a stylistic “genius” compared to a Herbert Böhme. It was beneath him to formulate cheap adulations of the “Führer”. Much has been made of Jünger’s supposed refusal to join the Deutsche Akademie der Dichtung when it was purged and then filled with Nazis in the spring of 1933. Fact is that he wasn’t actually invited to join it in May ‘33. One month later, when the NSDAP was already consolidating its power, five more writers were nominated to the Academy. Besides Jakob Schaffner, this also included Jünger. However Jünger got the least number of votes. The poet was insulted and penned a letter of refusal even before the actual invitation arrived. He wrote: “The character of my work lies in its essentially soldierly character, which I do not wish to compromise with academic ties… I ask you therefor to see my refusal as a sacrifice which my participation in the german mobilisation is imposing on myself, in which service I have been active since 1914.” He was obviously offended by the preferential treatment lesser authors were receiving. In any case there is no anti-fascist attitude that can be projected into this statement, and is rather a position that is still consistent with his critique of the Hitlerites from the right.

In his post war writings there is clearly a different tone, and Jünger may well have learned something from the horrors, but it is also possible that a very similar message was encrypted in a different way for a different cultural climate (see the box on “Der Waldgang”). Whatever may be the case, there is definitely no self-critical analysis of his own role in the “german mobilization”. Instead, he often revised his older writings including those versions in his collected works making the texts more compatible for the cultural climate of the post war era. In passing it should be mentioned that Armin Mohler, who was Jünger’s secretary for a while in the early 50’s, turned away from the author exactly for this reason.

Julius Evola was one of the main inspirations for the extreme end of Italian post war fascism. Marginally involved with avant-garde art after WWI, he soon became an ideologist of a radical and anti-Semitic “traditionalism”. That he was not just some random occultist will be clear from the following quote from the preface of the English edition of “Men Among the Ruins”: “… for us as integral advocates of the “Imperium”, for us as aristocratically inclined, for us as unbending enemies of plebeian politics, of any ‘nationalistic’ ideology, of any and all party ranks and all forms of party ‘spirit’, as well as of any more or less disguised form of democracy, “Fascism is not enough”. We should have wanted a more radical, more fearless, a more absolute fascism that would exist in pure strength and unbending spirit against any compromise, inflamed by a real fire for imperial power. We can never be viewed as ‘anti-Fascists’ except to the extent that ‘super-Fascism’ can be equated with ‘antifascism’.” Despite this, various protagonists of the neo-folk scene are allowing themselves to present Evola only as an eccentric mystic in order to trivialize what he is really about: “super-fascism”.

Not everybody sees it like that. For example, the Ukrainian academic and fascism scholar Anton Shekhovtsov wrote the article “Apoliteic music: Neo-Folk, Martial Industrial and ‘Metapolitical’ Fascism”, which appeared in “Patterns of Prejudice” magazine in December 2009. His starting point is that in the post war years the radical right had to switch from openly political forms to what he calls “apoliteic” form. Here, he is particularly referring to Evola, Mohler and Jünger. These conservative revolutionaries find themselves in an interregnum until the time would be ripe again for the “glorious” national re-awakening. The metapolitcal fascism of the New Right manifests itself less in the form of parties than in networks of think tanks, conferences, journals, institutes and publishing houses. Shekhovtsov demonstrates how this strategy is at work in Neo-folk and Martial Industrial with bands such as Folkstorm, Death In June, HERR and others. Of course, record labels and distributors, venues and festivals, fashion and fetishism also add to the cohesion of the scene and operate as transmitters of ideas.

We have seen how certain activists of the scene have roots in the political milieu of British neo-fascism, and that their later activities appear not to be “sins of the youth” but rather a conscious change in strategy. This makes it easier to sell records and exert influence, and also makes is possible that the Antifa can be portrayed as “intolerant” and “totalitarian”. The examples shown in this article are by far not the only ones. From the US, examples such as Michael Moynihan, Boyd Rice or Robert Taylor could be examined and would show deep involvement with far right politics, just as the band Von Thronstahl from Germany would. There are numerous other examples. On the other hand, it doesn’t mean that everybody involved in this scene is automatically to be seen as a far right activist. There are even members with years of involvement who seemed to be unaware of the political components. The right wing Gramscian strategy works best when the recipients of the ideas don’t identify them with the hard right, but with “common sense”. This is a very small scene which tries to ennoble its consumers into being supposedly part of some “elite”.

One of the more prevalent opinions on this topic is: as long as these are just the quirks of some pseudo-eccentrics, we shouldn’t care. However, the danger of lies in a camouflaged and sneaking popularisation of ideas as concepts of the New Right can not be underestimated. Caught in the cul-de-sac of “straight” neo-nazi politics, the individuals involved in the far right and neo-folk switched to “metapolitical”, sub-cultural strategies. Therefore, it is absolutely necessary to expose these actual connections, to prompt those in the “grey zone” to distance themselves, and especially to expose the actual arbitrariness and banality of fascist thinking.

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