#plume leonard

[pourablecat]

Hark! His Grace, small, shiny and heroic in his small, shiny and heroic ceremonial armor.

(How long am I supposed to stand here sucking my gut in, Sir?)

[detournementsmineurs]

Exposition "Zoe Leonard, Al Río / To the River" au Musée d'Art Moderne de Paris (MAM), janvier 2023.

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🌈 Queer Books Out December 2023 🌈

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!

❤️ Caught in a Bad Fauxmance by Elle Gonzalez Rose 🧡 Heartstopper #5 by Alice Oseman 💛 This Cursed Light by Emily Thiede 💚 All The Hidden Paths by Foz Meadows 💙 Vampires of Eden: Book One by Karla Nikole 💜 Not My Type by Joe Satoria ❤️ Storm in Her Heart by KC Luck 🧡 Eternal Embrace by Luna Lawson 💛 A River of Golden Bones by A.K. Mulford 💙 Tomb of Heart and Shadow by Cara N. Delaney 💜 Through the Embers Volume 2 by Adriana Sargent 🌈 Lucero by Maya Motayne

❤️ The Poison Paradox by Hadley Field & Felix Green 🧡 Second Chances in New Port Stephen: A Novel by TJ Alexander 💛 Matrimonial Merriment by Nicky James 💚 Under the Christmas Tree by Jacqueline Ramsden 💙 Every Beat of Her Heart by KC Richardson 💜 The Memories of Marlie Rose by Morgan Lee Miller ❤️ Playing with Matches by Georgia Beers 🧡 Always Only You by Chloe Liese 💛 Fire in the Sky by Radclyffe and Julie Cannon 💙 Nuclear Sunrise by Jo Carthage 💜 The Naked Dancer by Emme C. Taylor 🌈 Resurrections by Ada Hoffmann

❤️ Destiny’s Women by Morgan Elliott 🧡 Framed by Kate Merrill 💛 The Spoil of Beasts by Gregory Ashe 💚 Catered All the Way by Annabeth Albert 💙 A Cynic’s Christmas Conundrum by L.M. Bennett 💜 Yours for the Taking by Gabrielle Korn ❤️ One Swipe Away by Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue 🧡 The Gentlemen’s Club by A.V. Shener 💛 A Death at the Dionysus Club by Melissa Scott and Amy Griswold 💙 Secrets of the Soul by Holly Oliver 💜 Like They Do in the Movies by Nan Campbell 🌈 Limelight by Gun Brooke

❤️ Heart First by S.B. Barnes 🧡 Grave Consequences by Sandra Barret 💛 Haunted by Myth by Barbara Ann Wright 💚 Invisible by Anna Larner 💙 The Murders at Sugar Mill Farm by Ronica Black 💜 Coasting and Crashing by Ana Hartnett ❤️ Fairest by K.S. Trenten 🧡 A City of Abundant Opportunity by Howard Leonard 💛 The Dark Side of MIdnight by Erin Wade 💙 Mending Bones by Merlina Garance 💜 Transform by Connal Braginsky & Sean Ian O’Meidhir 🌈 The Apple Diary by Gerri Hill

❤️ TruLove by Nicole Pyland 🧡 Structural Support by Sloan Spencer 💛 Whiskey War by Stacy Lynn Miller 💚 Overkill by Lou Wilham 💙 Heart of Outcasts by Nicole Silver 💜 In the Shadow of Victory by J. E. Leak ❤️ Just Like Her by Fiona Zedde 🧡 Gingerbread: Claus For Christmas by Miski Harris 💛 Lies are Forever by C. Jean Downer 💙 The Boys in the Club by M.T. Pope 💜 Lasting Light (Metal & Magic) by Michelle Frost 🌈 Tell No Tales by Edie Montreux

❤️ Radio Silence by Alice Oseman 🧡 Even Though We're Adults Vol. 7 by Takako Shimura 💛 The Accidental Bite by Michelle St. Wolf 💚 Mated to the Demons by Taylor Schafer 💙 Someday Away by Sara Elisabeth 💜 Gatherdawn Luminia Duet Volume 1 by Lee Colgin ❤️ Curse of Dawn by Richard Amos 🧡 Healing the Twin by Nora Phoenix 💛 Ride Me by KD Ellis 💙 How to Bang a Vampire by Joe Satoria 💜 Cthulhu for Christmas by Meghan Maslow 🌈 Prestige by Toni Reeb

❤️ Don't Look Down by Jessica Ann 🧡 Winter and the Wolves by Chris Storm and Kinkaid Knight 💛 Hat Trick by Ajay Daniel 💚 Starborn Husbands: Return to the Pleiades by S. Legend 💙 Dead Serious Case #4 Professor Prometheus Plume by Vawn Cassidy 💜 Practice for Toby by Amy Bellows ❤️ The Siren's Song by Crista Crown 🧡 Hers to Hunt K.J. Devoir

[autisticlio]

Real talk who was the composer for Rayman 3? All the songs there were absolute bangers and a certified hoodlum classic

According to the wiki and other websites, Plume, Fred Leonard, and Laurent Parisi are the composers. I haven't looked into their other works, but I do know they used a lot of CD sample libraries for the soundtrack, especially for the string segments. Think my favorite song on the OST is Hoodlum Sorcerer. Although, I do like this song from one of the demo discs too.

[wiredalienvampire]

fun fact this is the song they play when they welcome you to heaven

[davidfakrikian]

DVDvision - La Collection Épisode 6

L'histoire de DVDvision vol.1 continue ! Et voici l'épisode 6 de la série, quand un journaliste a chuté à travers une lucarne, et le magazine a failli complètement s'arrêter !

Numéro 6 - Septembre 2000 - 

100 pages

Editeur : Seven Sept

Directrice de publication : Véronique Poirier 

Rédacteur en chef : David Fakrikian

Rédacteurs principaux : Yannick Dahan, Christophe Lemaire, Stéphane Lacombe, François Jamin, Benjamin Rozovas, Rafik Djoumi, David Martinez, Sandy Gillet, Nicolas Saada, Nicolas Rioult, Luc Vigoureux.

Sommaire : Spielberg en DVD, Le 13e guerrier version intégrale ?, Dario Argento, Laurent Bouzereau, Chapeau Melon et Bottes de Cuir.

DVD : Le court métrage Daena.

Notes : Droit dans le mur ! Ce numéro a bien failli être le dernier. Pendant sa conception nous perdons le maquettiste Philippe Lambert, qui craque et décide de partir faire de la presse ailleurs, mais au dernier moment, quand il n'est quasiment plus possible de le remplacer ! Alors que reprend le cercle infernal des candidats à la direction artistique, le temps passe, et passe, et passe encore... jusqu'à ce qu'il ne reste plus que 4 jours avant de rendre le produit fini, sous peine de rater la date de parution. Ce qui n'est pas envisageable, puisque le DVD, qui est un spécial Clint Eastwood, et qui comprend un court-métrage en 5.1, Daena, est déjà pressé ! 

La jaquette du DVD spécial Clint !

En l'absence de tout candidat sérieux à la maquette, nous décidons donc de nous adresser à une agence intérimaire, qui relève le défi de réaliser l'intégralité de la maquette en 3 jours, secrétariat de rédaction compris. Je vous laisse imaginer l'enfer et la pression...

Tout ça en est trop pour le pauvre Leonard Haddad, qui au cours d'une pause-cigarette, tombe par inadvertance à travers une lucarne en verre, et va s'écraser trois mètres plus bas, détruisant une partie du matériel informatique et mobilier de la société qui a accepté de nous aider !  Un accident qui déclenche la fureur du dirigeant, qui entretenait un espoir de travailler régulièrement sur le magazine, espoir qu'il voit réduit en autant de miettes que les débris de la vitre à travers Leonard est passé. Heureusement, l'aventureux et indestructible journaliste n'en tirera que quelques contusions et égratignures...

Cette série d'événements, et le stress qu'ils entrainent, (même si en y repensant des années après, c'est très drôle !), m'emmènent au bord du découragement. Il faut dire que l'année a été (trop) riche en rebondissements côté coulisses. L'éditorial parait arrogant, mais ce n'est que du flan. En dehors des ventes, plutôt bonnes, le manque de structure du magazine en fait une revue en perpétuel sursis, surtout sans personne de stable à la maquette, et ceci au bout d'un an d'existence ! 

Pourtant, à y regarder de près, le numéro n'a pas a rougir des précédents, bien au contraire : il marque le premier gros papier de Benjamin Rozovas qui, même s'il collaborait au magazine depuis le début, n'avait pas eu l'occasion de se faire la plume sur un dossier aussi intéressant que celui qu'il livre sur la version initiale du 13e Guerrier de John Mc Tiernan. Un dossier qui remportera l'adhésion des lecteurs, et justifiera son embauche à temps plein dans le journal plus tard. Rafik Djoumi s'éclate dans un dossier Spielberg en béton (Le Seigneur des anneaux n'était pas encore sorti). Stéphane Lacombe commence de son côté à vraiment poser les bases de la rubrique Zone Interdite, qui deviendra rapidement l'une des meilleures du magazine, avec un parti pris des cinématographies bis et cultes poussé à l'extrême. 

News du site DVDfurax sur notre stand au Mondial 2000. On peut voir sur la photo derrière le stand à gauche Catherine Lucet, la monteuse du mag, et à droite, Christelle Gibout, la responsable éditoriale du DVD.

Suite au bouclage, vu les difficultés, je songe à tout arrêter, mais plusieurs événements vont me faire changer d'avis. Tout d'abord lors de notre séjour au Salon du Son et de l'Image 2000, en septembre, notre stand est littéralement assailli par une horde de fans déchainés, qui nous arrachent des rayons tous les anciens numéros, et nous demandent de continuer sans rien changer. Ensuite, une grande partie des rédacteurs des autres journaux ayant un stand au Salon, qui passent à un moment ou à un autre, (discrètement) nous demander si on embauche ! Et puis finalement la direction de Seven Sept, qui à l'heure du bilan, me convoque. Vu tout ce qui s'est passé, je m'attend à ce qu'ils m'annoncent qu'ils arrêtent tout. Mais ils vont me dire... non pas qu'ils ont décidé d'arrêter, mais au contraire, que nous allons quitter notre couloir avec trois bureaux, déménager d'un étage, pour des locaux à nous tous seuls, et embaucher de nouveaux collaborateurs !

Et enfin je ne le sait pas encore, mais j'ai déjà rencontré LA future directrice artistique du magazine, Sandra Abreu, qui m'a été présentée par Karine Poirier. Embauchée au départ pour travailler sur l'habillage graphique et les menus du DVD, elle va très rapidement se retrouver aux commandes de la section maquette du magazine, et jusqu'au bout de l'aventure. Mais ceci est une autre histoire, celle du prochain numéro... 

La citation de ce numéro : "Je sais pas ce qui m'a pris, j'ai mis le pied sur la vitre, et je suis passé à travers"  (Leonard Haddad - aout 2000)

copyright © David Fakrikian 2006-2008 / DVDvision.fr

[some-stories-and-junk]

Empire Arcana

Chapter 2: A Higher Calibur

The setting was an opulent room with soaring ceilings and gilded ornamentation, awash in a pale, ethereal glow. Its architecture hinted at a blend of classical and modern, demonstrating both grandeur and an undertone of techno-magical advancements. This was the virtual domain of The Aegis Consortium.

In the center, a round table of polished mahogany was surrounded by eight high-backed chairs, each occupied by the projected presence of the group's members. Each projection reflected their personal style and idiosyncrasies.

At one end of the table, Harrison Becks of Globex appeared. A holographic timepiece ticking away in the corner of his projection, mirroring his real-life obsession with time. Every movement was precise, each word measured.

Opposite him flickered into view Silas Fordham of Pomme Tech. His projection was accompanied by a spectral, ever-adjusting array of holographic items, creating a perfectly symmetrical aura around him, reflecting his preoccupation with aesthetic balance.

Next appeared Rupert Sterling of WinGate Technologies, his digital avatar adorned with a retro digital watch that somehow seemed to flicker and glitch in the high-tech environment, a curious counterpoint to his cutting-edge reputation.

Leonard Calibur of Pandora Armaments then shimmered into view. His muscular projection was actively engaged in an intense workout, even as he greeted the other members, the relentless dedication to fitness a testament to his military precision and tenacity.

Mortimer Haywood of Arcane Tobacco Company materialized next, a plume of ethereal smoke curling up from an illusionary cigar, his spectral smile made charmingly disarming by the fresh minty scent that seemed to emanate from his projection.

Dr. Celeste Prima of Elixir Pharmaceuticals followed, her surroundings clinically clean and shimmering with a sterilizing light. A virtual sanitizer floated beside her, sporadically casting a cleansing spray around her, emphasizing her obsession with purity.

Sebastian Plentiful of Mystic Foods was the next to join, his avatar jovially biting into a spectral apple that disappeared bite by bite. A spread of illusionary food surrounded him, his ever-changing palette reflecting the innovative nature of his industry.

Finally, Lorelei Starling of Illusion Media appeared, her holographic presence flanked by the virtual forms of her magical assistants and fantastical creatures, enchanting the already surreal meeting with a touch of whimsy.

As the last avatar settled, the room became more animated, their individual characteristics adding a unique color to the ethereal scene. With everyone present, the meeting of The Aegis Consortium had begun. As the meeting began, Leonard Calibur of Pandora Armaments came straight to the point, his muscular projection still engaged in a strenuous workout, "We have a problem. 13 is missing." The room immediately fell into an uneasy silence, each member digesting the revelation.

It was Rupert Sterling of WinGate Technologies who broke the silence, "How could this happen? She was your responsibility!"

Sitting opposite him, Harrison Becks of Globex interjected, "Enough, Sterling! Now is not the time for blame. It's happened. What's the plan, Calibur?"

"Already on it," Leonard responded, unfazed by the tension. "We've dispatched two trackers, both Phantasma Class—Nightmare Entities. They've got a tether on 13's fear. She won't escape."

Dr. Celeste Prima of Elixir Pharmaceuticals scoffed, her sterilizing light shimmering more violently, "Nightmare Entities? Really, Calibur? You've lost the girl, and now you risk exposing us by using such drastic means."

Unmoved, Leonard replied, "They are the most effective. And fear not, Prima, they appear as nothing more than men to those who can't see through the disguise."

The tension in the room mounted, the seriousness of the situation was clear. Finally, Sebastian Plentiful of Mystic Foods proposed a disconcerting solution, his spectral apple half-eaten, "And if we don't find her? We need a contingency."

Mortimer Haywood of Arcane Tobacco Company, blowing out a thick plume of ethereal smoke, offered, "What about the void theory? That unprecedented phenomenon of unseeable brightness?"

The mere mention of it stirred an uneasy shiver through the room. Such an idea, however feasible, was fraught with unknown dangers, but in dire times, drastic measures are considered. The Aegis Consortium continued their intense deliberation, aware that their iron grip on their world was beginning to slip. The atmosphere hummed with a palpable tension. Their virtual environment was painted in ethereal hues, its flowing data streams simulating an extravagant cosmic palace.

Leonard Calibur, the muscular representative from Pandora Armaments, sat with his digitally constructed arms crossed, a deep frown creasing his brow. "I still don't get this color business," he grumbled.

Dr. Celeste Prima, the composed delegate from Elixir Pharmaceuticals, turned to him with a sympathetic smile. Her avatar perfectly mirrored her real-world grace, a cascade of radiant pixels embodying her delicate movements. "Think of it like this, Leonard," she began, adopting the tone of a patient instructor. "It's about power potency."

Silas Fordham from Palm Tech, his avatar awash with vivid coding symbols, couldn't help but chuckle at his colleague's confusion. "Think of it like coding, Leonard," he chimed in, a mischievous sparkle in his digital eyes. "Cool colors, they're your low-level software. Useful but not exceedingly powerful. Your warm colors, now they're your high-level programming languages."

"And what about this 'golden starlight'?" Leonard asked, his frown deepening.

Lorelei Starling, the lively representative from Illusion Media, leaned forward, her avatar shimmering with cinematic glamor. "That, my dear Leonard, is the Hollywood star of magic. The Oscar winner, if you will. Rare, powerful, and highly sought after."

As the weight of their 'golden starlight' sorcerer's escape settled in, a heavy silence filled the digital chamber. Calibur disconnected from the Aegis meeting, a sigh escaping his lips as the digital projections vanished. "All right, folks. Got work to do," he muttered in his gruff, authoritative tone, his image fading out from the ethereal meeting room.

In his private quarters, an office that mirrored his personality, there was an air of strict discipline and stark practicality. The room was a blend of a military command center and a high-tech gymnasium, with screens displaying classified intelligence data juxtaposed with state-of-the-art training equipment.

The door to his office hissed open, and in slipped two figures - one thin and wiry, the other squat and round. Their forms were insubstantial, an undulating dance of shadows that flickered in and out of focus, their features vague and nightmarish.

"Slim. Squat," Calibur called out, addressing the shadowy figures. Their names, though simple, were fitting considering their appearances.

Calibur's normally stoic face was set in a hard frown as he addressed the duo, his dissatisfaction palpable. "What's taking so long? You're supposed to be nightmares incarnate, not a couple of lazy spirits. We're in a race against time here."

Their shadowy forms shivered in response, an indication of their understanding. Calibur's voice echoed in the high-tech office, the unspoken pressure building. The stakes were high, and there was no room for failure.

As he dismissed the two figures, his orders clear, Calibur was left in the solitude of his office. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on him, a silent reminder of the relentless chase for their rogue 'golden starlight'. Calibur pulled a sleek cigarette case from a drawer, selecting one and igniting it with a simple flick of a seemingly ordinary, but actually a magic-infused, lighter. He inhaled deeply, the smoke curling around him like another shadowy figure.

He activated a secure comm channel, the screen flickering to life with the stern faces of his special-ops team - a squad known for their brutal efficiency, and equipped with a combination of cutting-edge military tech and enchanted weaponry. They stood waiting in combat gear, magical symbols glowing faintly on their armor.

"Listen up, Echo Squad," Calibur began, his gruff voice laced with a commanding presence. "We're looking for a bird, a golden starlight. Slim and Squat are on her tail, but I want you ready to move in as soon as they locate her."

The screen filled with nods of understanding. The team was accustomed to dealing with unusual orders - the enchantments woven into their gear would protect them from most magical dangers.

"Stay alert and stay ready. That's all," Calibur concluded, extinguishing his cigarette and ending the call. Once more left to the silence of his office, he stared at the blank screen, steeling himself for the hunt that lay ahead. Seated back in his chair, Calibur looked at a young intern standing at attention on the other side of his desk. The young man was nervously shifting from one foot to another.

"You know, son," he began, leaning back and fixing the intern with a piercing gaze, "There's something to be said about power. People think it's all guns and grit, but they're wrong. Real power," he gestured towards the empty conference screen, "is outthinking your opponents, anticipating their moves. I'm on that Council because I can bring the fight to the enemy like no one else."

He took a long puff from his cigarette, his eyes lost in the smoke. "Aegis... I've clawed my way up there, and I'm not about to be the weak link. I've got ambitions too, you know. Those other industry heads, they think they're so smart. But they're forgetting one thing. The world needs security, order. And that," he pounded his chest, "is what I bring."

His eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped lower. "But it's frustrating when things don't go according to plan. When I can't just blast through problems. I might not be the smartest, but I've got instincts. They've gotten me this far. I have plans for Aegis. Big plans. And I'll be damned if some runaway bird will ruin them."

He finished his monologue with a heavy sigh, stubbing out his cigarette. Looking up at the wide-eyed intern, he seemed almost vulnerable. "Ah, that felt good. Getting it all off my chest, you know?"

Without warning, he swiftly drew his sidearm, a sleek gun with runes glowing on its surface, and without a flicker of emotion, shot the intern. As the young man crumpled to the ground, Calibur's stony expression returned.

"Always remember to eliminate potential leaks," he muttered to the lifeless body, putting away his gun and reaching for another cigarette.

[georgemcginn]

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[detournementsmineurs]

Exposition "Zoe Leonard, Al Río / To the River" au Musée d'Art Moderne de Paris (MAM), janvier 2023.

[miliantyna]

Song List 0198 - Ratchet & Clank - Groovitron Disco 2; 0199 - Sly 2: Band of Thieves - Nightclub; 0200 - Rayman 3: Hoodlum Havoc - FunkyBoard

There are lots of musical pieces on my Song List from games I either played myself or watched other people playing them, like my brother, my friend or others. Today’s post will be about funky disco numbers from them :)

For example, I played “Ratchet & Clank“ only once, last year, at my friend place (hardly heard about it before), but I looked up the soundtrack and a few tracks were funny, like this one used during attacks with dico ball :)

(Gif made from ProsafiaGaming‘s video, source here)

I also got to know Sly Cooper series around when I was 20 years old, also at my friend’s home:

(Gif made from CooperCurse’s video, source here)

Yet I think that Rayman series is more closer to my heart, being played much ealier with my brother:

(Gif made from Vera H’s video, source here)

I mean, so weird trips, only to meet three different doctors who miraculously end up in one place later.

(Gif made from SkylanderDudeFilms’s video, source here)

And it’s going to follow me for the rest of my life, isn’t it?

(Gif made from RACEUNITED’s video, source here)

See you next time!

INFORMATION POST Song List 0197 Song List 0201

[thesulliedone]

I forget sometimes how vibeable and ambient some tracks from Rayman 3 can be, just laying down and listening to some of these...

[posthumanwanderings]

Rayman 3: Hoodlum Havoc - The Calm of the Lake

[jeanne-art]

Léonard de Vinci (Italien, 1452-1519), Étude pour la tête de Léda, Vers 1505-1506

Pierre noire, plume et encre brune, 17,7 x 14,7 cm

Windsor Castle, The Royal Collection, Royal Library, Londres, Royaume-Uni