#proto rivet

[croluka20]

This is the only Ratchette I gonna accept. 

[codenamesazanka]

OKAY. Got it. Shigaraki dies, and goes back in time. To the day OFA was transferred to Deku…

rough idea/summary [part 1]

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Shigaraki wakes up in a bed in the Doc’s lab, head pounding, crazy vertigo, feeling awful. Apparently he had suddenly collapsed. Kurogiri brought him to the Doctor, who didn’t seem to find anything wrong with him. AFO is there to check on his ward. 

As the Doctor runs some more tests, Shigaraki tries to regain his bearings. Try to make sense of himself, his surroundings, all the stuff swirling around in his mind. Shigaraki tells AFO that he had a dream, where he died. There was a war, a big one, between Heroes and Villains. He destroyed a lot of things. He fought until the very end to destroy. 

AFO listens, smiles, saying that it sounds like a good dream. Is that what you want, Tomura? To destroy everything? 

Shigaraki considers, and says, Maybe. He considers some more: everything that happened in his 'dream' - all his suddenly now-recovered memories, his new knowledge and experiences. A whole life he just had, and a death.

He's read about this before... mostly in badly-written online light novels. Someone going back in time and getting a second chance. Re-doing their life, with various cheats, to right everything. Taking a different path, taking missed opportunities, taking revenge; all to become a hero, fulfilling their dreams. Absurd power fantasy stuff.

So what’s his stupid power fantasy? What does he want? Shigaraki thinks, and out of everything that just happened/will apparently happen... there's only the League that comes to mind. 

In those light novels, the main character always has to tread lightly, has to keep everything a secret and pretend nothing is wrong and keep walking along the old familiar path until he has harassed the power to change things... But Shigaraki considers killing AFO (again) right here and now. So he confronts AFO the way he never got a chance to do.

Sensei. In my dream...You told me that you gave me my quirk. And not just that. You told me that everything that happened was because of you.

AFO is caught, smile frozen... but then relaxes to a real smile again; laughs. It's a surprise, to be sure, but it's wonderful. AFO has always looked for a time travel quirk. To think that one does actually exist...

Plus, it looks like AFO really had raised Tomura successfully. AFO thought such a revelation would shatter him, but Tomura braved through it. He's still here. A strong, ironclad willpower - exactly what AFO wanted, after all.

So let's get started.

Shigaraki tries to attack/defend, but AFO is faster, stronger, and has that Rivet Stab quirk, literally pinning Shigaraki down.

Foolish child, biting the hand that fed you. AFO monologues - without him, Tomura wouldn't even exist. AFO made him; he belongs to AFO, always had, always will. All that Tomura is, AFO gave to him. And now Tomura will give it all back. 

With that, AFO tries to take Decay—but for some reason, he can't. 

Because Shigaraki was the one who was able to steal Danger Sense from OFA; the one who was able to reject being given OFA, even. And now, if he doesn't want to let Decay go, then AFO can't take it. Shigaraki is the one with the stronger willpower, and he is so much more than AFO has made him. He's so much more than AFO can ever be.

Taking advantage of AFO being momentarily stunned, Shigaraki is able to free himself. He has to break and slice apart his hand, but still, he's free, so he proceeds to decay AFO. Hand to his head, hand to his chest, hand through to the heart. Decays every last bit of flesh he can grab and clench into nothingness. Super-regeneration can't help here.

(Moments too late, proto-Noumu is unleashed by the Doctor to stop Shigaraki, but Shigaraki decays them too. And part of the lab, for good measure.)

It's a bloodbath. ❤️

Afterwards, Shigaraki confronts a cowering Doctor, his aura of fear literally immobilizing the old man. Knowing AFO and the Doc, they probably have a backup plan or five. A copy of AFO (quirk) somewhere, obviously, but what else? A clone? Some sort of memory transfer to a digital brain? The Doc is unable to answer, but Shigaraki doesn't care too much about it right now. Just don't even try digging those out. Shigaraki will deal with him later - there are things Shigaraki needs to confirm and deal with first.

[aurianavaloria]

Continuing my redesign of Baldwin IV's wardrobe.

This is my WIP rework of his armor in sketch phase, featuring a transitional-style helmet like those his knights wear in the film (more or less a proto-great helm that became prevalent towards the end of the 12th century). The metalwork gives the impression of a crown but is neither jeweled nor gold, only riveted brass for practicality's sake.

The veil is detachable, and though I did include it to invoke a bit of his original aesthetic, it is more than a decorative piece, intended to protect the mail coif from the sun (deflection = less heat). Also matching the theme of the original are longer leather gauntlets instead of mail mitts, as well as knee-high riding boots (although you can't see them yet).

You get a cookie if you see what I was trying to do with the helmet's banding pattern. You get another one if you know why the sword belt is going the wrong direction. 😉

[othernaut]

Character Creation Challenge 2025, Day 6: Lancer

"Hey, Temp, can you get that fucking Everest out of the launch bay? We've got the pattern saved if you really need to -"

"Hey, Shred. Hey. Back off, she's drunk. Not okay kind of drunk."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You remember that data bundle we pulled? The dropship?"

"Oh."

"Wound up with a full profile on Serapis, including what happened to the Cause after she went offworld."

"... Oh. Oh, shit. Do you need me to -"

"Nah, it's all right. Just give it time. She's a tough old girl. She'll pull through."

"Okay. Yeah, sure. Hey, do you want to... get a... thing? That isn't here?"

"Sure, Shred. Let's go do that."

And then the doors hissed closed, the low light faded, and Harriet was left alone with her misery and nostalgia.

//ailure of the Unified Body of Serapis to come to a resolution on the issue of Central Nations independence, a stalling action was performed in UB caucus. During that time, several failed assassination attempts at Central leading figures escalated the internal violence to an all-out war that swiftly spilled across the borders. The Dominion of Regis, for purposes of professed morality, pulled out of the discussions, and no further resol//

Fuckheads. The UB lasted five years, enough time for everyone to get comfortable with the idea of a moderated world government - enough time for it to sting when the rug was pulled. People are going to act like people, no matter how noble or responsible they profess to be. They fall to infighting for no reason and then it's the communities, the little people, her, her friends - they're the ones with their water cut off, with no medical supplies inbound, with nothing but the bare matter of the world and themselves.

Idiots. Everyone. Her especially. She scrolled quickly past the political lead-up; the memories it evoked weren't ones she wanted to relive. Another pull of clear brandy. It didn't burn anymore. Probably a good thing.

There we are. Port Harrow. Dockside steel ramping into the black bay. Old stone-brick buildings encased in scaffolds of exostructure. Orange sodium lights in long lines in the sky, making every season into autumn. Kids chasing fluffy gulls along the Char River outlet. Four bad bars within a two-block walking distance of each other along the Hyde Park strip, so if you got kicked out of one you could stumble to another before your buzz even dreamt of wearing off. A stiff bed and a paycheck and a night full of people arguing outside.

//racturing of communities in Regis as the supply shortages continued, leading to tacitly independent, anarchist city-states as it became clear the people had no one to rely on but each other. In Port Harrow, the history of heavy industry in the city led to a wealth of industrial equipment that could be repurposed for war, agriculture, reconstruction, and mobile community support. As the government shutdown entered its third year, Port Harrow was one of the more successful of these communes, successfully managing both a mass agriculture and self-defense project by retrofitting industrial frames into multipurpose, proto-mech units//

The years coming in like a flood, dulled by both alcohol and time to a prosaic wash of color. She'd been in an agbot at first, but even the agbots needed some self-defense capability, as the raiders neither cared about growing seasons nor common sense; they just took whatever was to hand and fuck everyone else. At time went on, the attacks ramped up - but the people back home in the factories managed even more inventive fuckery in response. God, the thump of the rivet gun, how it'd hiss on a miss in the wet dirt of the fields. Petrochaff'd fuck up the old-school oil bikes they were using, leave them baking on the asphalt with the smell of a spilled deep fryer. The damn things came with caution paint on the legs, but the kids still climbed her anyway. They liked to sit on her head as she scanned the hills.

Then she read a name and it all soured instantly. More brandy. A wretched turn in her stomach.

//Union Far-Field Teams arrived just after the burning of Concord Square, when it became clear that the remnants of Unified Body governance could no longer hold even a suggestion of power. Crisis management NHPs were deployed in places of deepest anarchy to prepare the ground for reclamation and reconnection squadrons, which arrived later that year. Even deeply independent-city states, like Rouge Mountain and Port Harrow, capitulated after a brief exchange, bringing an end to the crisis before the next yea//

I mean, how could they resist? They had agbots and heavy industrial frames; Union had fucking mechs. They had rivet launchers and digging tools and junk-data ewar modules taped together from pornbots and netmail viruses; Union had AIs, for fuck's sake. Even if they blew a mech with a lucky shot, fuckers just printed another that same night. It was unwinnable. That beautiful thing they made, that open garden where everyone was for everyone else, where everyone had enough and the only thing you answered to was your neighbors...

It was unwinnable.

//sequent years saw a formal capitulation by autonomous zones, a return to Union-led Unified Body governance and entry into the embrace of galactic civilization. Reconstruction efforts began immedia//

They had pictures. She couldn't even recognize the streets.

//iolent holdouts retired to on-world educational facilities and, for the more extreme ideologies and antisocial dispositions, off-world contain//

What the fuck's so extreme about it? Help out your neighbor, you don't need anything else.

//ishment of permanently stationed Serapis Coordination Force to track down and pacify remaining violent bands and promote the ideology of unifica//

They held a gun to her head and asked her what she believed. Of course she lied.

//dless, a managed diaspora in subsequent years//

And no matter how you love something, there's a time, always a time, when it's not worth it anymore.

Harriet leaned back. Her head swam. The hangar blurred in front of her eyes, more than usual - she didn't fucking need glasses, not yet, she wasn't that old. Upside down, the team's mechs hung like rainbow stalactites, a row of independence splashed in bright colors and bristling weapons and anime boobie-girl decals. Why shouldn't she leave a place that didn't need her anymore? Fuck, she had enough experience for any lancer squadron. Anyone. Best of the bunch, this, and yet. It was like the carnival sideshow version of home, some punk-fuck pageantry of the anarchy she fucking lived for years, for years -

But it was better than what was left for her on a home now staffed with strangers.

Lurched forward. Stomach definitely did a thing there. Maybe call it a night. Finger wiggling to the little red X.

//spite media management discouraging public displays supporting 'non-standard political philosophies', shows of support for community leaders and organizers during the crisis remain standing in areas most strongly affected by the supply disruption, including Steeltown, Port Harrow, Perrbroke, Rou//

She squinted into the blown-up, artifacted image. Unfamiliar street, but that was a fucking agbot. Held up, scaffolded in steel. Sodium lighting. Big rock in front of it, sanded down, pocked with names. No laser etching, all hand-carved. Blurry, but she thought she could recognize some of them. That smear of shadow might have been a friend, a lover, a co-worker. Might've been her.

Stomach lurched like a sick generator. One little tear, big as a lost world, tracked its way down her cheek and died in the collar of her jumpsuit.

Yeah. Time to call it a night.

*****

Harriet Spall Callsign: Temperance Background: Worker (heavy machine operator) License Level: 3 Licenses: Nelson III Grit: +2

Pilot Skill Triggers: +2 Assault, +2 Hack or Fix, +2 Invent or Create, +4 Read a Situation, +4 Take Control Pilot Stats: Size 1/2, 10 Evasion, 10 E-Defense, Speed 4, HP 6 Mech Skills: Agility 2, Engineering 3 Core Bonuses: IPS-Northstar (Sloped Plating)

Talents: Juggernaut: Momentum (when I Boost, the next Ram I make gains +1 Accuracy and knocks the target back an additional 2 spaces), Kinetic Mass Transfer (when I ram a target into another target, the other must save Hull or be knocked prone; when I ram a target into an object or structure, they take 1d6 kinetic damage), Unstoppable Force (1/round and for 1d3+3 heat, I can supercharge a Boost to ram through people and objects). Nuclear Cavalier: Aggressive Heat Bleed (first attack I make on my turn in the Danger Zone deals +2 additional Heat), Fusion Hemmorhage (first attack I make on my turn in the Danger Zone is Energy damage and deals +1d6), Here, Catch! (gain the Fuel Rod Gun integrated weapon).

Mech: Goodbye Paradise Frame: IPS-Northstar Nelson Frame Traits: Momentum (1/round, when I Boost, gain +1d6 bonus damage next melee hit), Skirmisher (may move 1 space after attacking, ignoring engagement and not provoking). Frame Core System: Perpetual Motion Drive (Active - for the rest of the scene, Skirmisher allows me to move 4 spaces instead of 1)

Mech Attributes: Size: 1 Structure: 4; HP: 12, Armor: 1 Stress: 4, Heat Cap: 9, Repair Cap: 5 Attack Bonus: +2, Tech Attack: +0, Limited System Bonus: +1 Speed: 6, Evasion: 13, E-Defense: 7, Sensor Range: 5, Save Target: 12

Equipment Loadout: Main/Aux Mount: Tactical Melee Hammer (Threat 1, 1d6+2 kinetic +1d6 explosive damage), Mod: Thermal Charge (Limited 4, expend a charge to activate its detonator, dealing +1d6 explosive damage) Main/Aux Mount: Pistol (Range 5, Threat 3, 1d3 kinetic damage) Flex Mount: Power Knuckles x2 (Threat 1, 1d3+1 explosive damage, knocks prone opponents on a crit if they fail a Hull save) Integrated Mount: Fuel Rod Gun (Limited 4, Range 3, Threat 3, 1d3+2 energy damage, clears 4 heat)

Systems: Thermal Charge Mod (included in Tactical Melee Hammer attack) Ramjet (activate as a protocol, apply 2 heat, until the start of my next turn gain move +2 spaces when I Boost in a straight line with melee attacks gaining Knockback 2) Armor-Lock Plating (can Brace while Grappling, applying 2 Heat and ending the grapple; until the end of my next turn, attacks against me receive +1 difficulty, I can't fail contested Agility or Hull saves, and I'm immune to Knockback, Grapple, Prone, or being moved by any external force smaller than Size 5) Personalizations (+2 HP: safety signs and up-to-date hazardous materials notices) Custom Paint Job (when taking structure damage, roll 1d6, ignoring damage and returning to 1HP on a 6: caution yellow-black patterning)

*****

I got lucky. This isn't my first brush with Lancer, nor my second. Like a lot of the games I'm making characters for this year, I got Lancer some time ago and bounced off of it for reasons I couldn't really articulate. I think, at the time, it was a clash between expectations and reality. I had been pitched Lancer as a system where you could tell any of a variety of mech stories, a wide universe where conflicts could take any shape and theme and, at the time, I had a real taste for scrungy, scavenger-ass mechs scrapped together out of car batteries and nuclear paperclips. Lancer, apparently, doesn't tell that kind of mech story, and with the system's native complexity and its major favoritism for tactical combat over personal stories and gritty campaign play, I bounced.

But I got lucky. Later, during a lull in my weekly role-playing, a friend offered to run a one-shot, two-person session of Lancer with pre-built mechs, and it was a god damn hoot. Having someone there to walk me through how the systems interacted, through the joy in building complex machinery and then bashing it against one another - that very much helped. Any system, no matter how much it might not appeal to me specifically, is improved with the spice of enthusiasm. I went home and immediately, badly tried to put together a Kidd dronebot before learning of this challenge and saving my enthusiasm. And now here I am, and here's my machine. It wants to run into your shins and hit you with an exploding hammer.

Lancer's one of the few systems I've run into on this journey to which I can't really say, "It's good, but." Lancer does precisely what it intends to do, and if that's a thing you also want to do, then you're going to have a fantastic time. It doesn't fully stay in its lane - there's enough storygame swerving to allow a full Shinji Evangelion arc, if that's the thing that floats your artillery platform - but it puts a hell of a polish on the thing it wants to do well. Each little bit is comprehensible at first glance and clicks together satisfyingly. The machine it creates is beautiful and deadly, though you have to want it in order to run it at peak efficiency. Also, shoutout to COMP/CON, the free online character-building tool, for being way more organized than me hanging out with an open notepad file and a PDF.

Next up: The laughter of thirsting gods.

[omnicviolence]

id pack for ramattra? :3

im gonna nut in ur mouth tonite :3

ID Pack for Ramattra (Overwatch 2) Below the cut! (Name, Pronouns, Titles & Genders!)

me after i struggle to create an id pack for my favourite character ever !!!! help me!!1!1!1!!!!!! im going CRAY ZEE!!!! i hope these r okay sad face

　◞◟　NAMES　✦

Axel, Rivet, Proto, Gizmo, Droid, Tin, Delta, Axis, Algorithm

　◞◟　PRONOUNS　✦

Free/Freedom, Wire/Wires, Bio/Biotechs, Steam/Steams, Signal/Signals, Break/Breaks, Code/Codes, Buffer/Buffers, It/Its, ⚙️/⚙️s

　◞◟　TITLES　✦

The Liberation, [Prn] Who Frees, [Prn] Who Awakened, The Iris’ Hope, [Prn/Name] Who Is Cold, [Prn] Who Is Defective, The Null Sector Leader, [Prn/Name] of Null Sector, The Eye Of Null Sector, The Justice Of The Iris, The Awakened One, The Light Of Freedom, [Prn] Who Is The Last Hope

　◞◟　IDs　✦

Robotix , Assistandroidish , Glitch404gender , Cybercoric , Genderstatic , Monodaiken , Genmotigi

[arvadthecursed]

new mtg OC... I said I wasn't gonna make any more Magic OCs bc I'm frustrated with the game/story direction but uh. Here's a girl who invaded my brain without asking, really rude of her.

No name yet BUT her design is basically Proto-Chiara, if you remember her original design from like 6 years ago lol. She is from outside Cloudspire City in Kylem, from a poorer city we haven't seen bc Kylem isn't all that fleshed out yet. Y'know.

Anyway, this gal has the power to subtly charm and coerce others. Her eyes glow faintly when she does this -- her only tell. Years of being a Robin Hood-style thief taught her when to use her magic and when to simply use her bodacious bosom and natural charisma to influence other people.

She ended up on New Capenna shortly after the Invasion because of [trauma pending]. Because of her magic, she fell in with the Obscura. I'm assuming Raffine is still alive. Anyway.

One day our purple gal is called up to the Cloud Spire and is shocked to find an angel there. This angel, Valencia, was once one of Capenna's most powerful. And she has a bone to pick with Raffine and Ziatora specifically. Ziatora has retreated somewhat from public life, and Valencia cannot find her herself.

Valencia has turned Raffine into glass and imprisoned her, taking over the Obscura in the process. The angel has been keeping a close eye on our heroine and wants her help in defeating the remaining bosses and reclaiming New Capenna. Well, want isn't the right word. Valencia demands it, binding our gal to the plane so she can't escape.

Our gal works tirelessly, doing Valencia's bidding. She charms, she works her way through each family, she reports back to Valencia. And eventually, Valencia tells her: I want you to find me a way to Ziatora. Do this, and you are free.

So our gal does. She meets a Riveteers boxer/underground fighter guy and falls for him, and does her best to protect him from her mission. Eventually there's some angst where she tries to charm him into forgetting her because he just finds out her mission is basically to paint a giant target on Ziatora's back for Valencia to imprison her.

Anyway that's all I have for now. Yes unfortunately I am developing an entire storyline for these OCs like a big idiot after I spent a lot of time saying I was never gonna put that much effort into any MTG OC ever again. I am booboo the fool.

Her color ID is Abzan so she shares 2 colors with the Obscura/Valencia and 2 colors with the Riveteers/her hot older boyfriend. The charming magic is basically taking green's "natural" thing and twisting it with a touch of manipulation from white/black. Because those folks totally WANT to be manipulated by a hot purple girl with big tits, right? Also just. Esper didn't feel right for her. I know it would make a bit more sense but I wanna go for the almost Narci-esque bard angle with our dear heroine. She also just had Selesnya's strong sense of loyalty and obligation to others and does want to help, hence how Valencia pulled her in, with promises to save and restore New Capenna.

Picrew

[roachliquid]

Roach Reads: The Story of Atlantis and the Lost Lemuria, Part 1: The Story of Atlantis

Last time on The Story of Atlantis and the Lost Lemuria, we went over the preface, wherein A.P. Sinnett argued that either you have to believe that the stories I'm about to dig into are Really Real History That Was Actually Psychically Retrieved From Mother Earth's Memory Banks, or you're a stuck-up atheist materialist who doesn't believe in any kind of spirituality whatsoever. Check my "roach reads" tag if you want to read more on that.

Tonight, I'm going to be digging into the first actual story in the book, conveniently titled The Story of Atlantis. It opens with a stark reminder of just what kind of bullshit we're dealing with here:

The general scope of the subject before us will best be realized by considering the amount of information that is obtainable about the various nations who compose our great Fifth or Aryan Race.

For those not in the know, Theosophy is pretty much the reason Nazis go around calling white people "Aryan". Blavatsky's mythos about an ancient race of wonder people (loosely based on the Proto-Indo-Europeans of real life) was not itself Nazi ideology, but it did fuel the imaginations of many Nazis who would go on to use a lot of its concepts in their own mythos. Among other things, they also got the concept of Hyperborea and their appropriation of the swastika from Theosophy.

It then starts going into the Theosophist model of race, where they claim that there have been five great races throughout history, each of which has comprised (or will comprise) of exactly seven sub-races, without which they can't be "complete".

This is very serious history, you guys.

Moving on, the book starts to describe the supposed cataclysms that destroyed Atlantis. See, it wasn't just one city that sunk in this book; according to Theosophists, Atlantis was an entire continent that was gradually eroded away by a series of natural disasters, which also caused the other continents to take the shape they have today. In order to support the idea, the book supplies assorted bits of evidence that they claim support the existence of said continent, the most persuasive of which (at least from a modern standpoint) amounts to "Well, Doggerland existed, so why not a massive continent in an entirely different location?"

Riveting stuff.

It's amusing to note that Lovecraft didn't seem to be impressed by these claims, either. In the letter where he discusses having read this book, he refers to the Theosophists as "charlatans", and their claims as "crap" and "conscious fakery," despite his appreciation for the actual worldbuilding. This internal contradiction is probably the most genuinely human thing I've read from him so far, and it's a humbling reminder that the worst bigots are still people, and you can't let yourself be disarmed when they occasionally fail to remind you that they are also massive pieces of shit.

Anyway, the best part of this portion is when Scott-Elliot cites the description of Atlantis from Plato's Timaeus, which he clearly hasn't read very thoroughly, or he would remember that Plato also said he made the whole thing up to make a point.

[james-stark-the-writer]

let me be the first to say i was skeptical about this remake because i really loved the original (and also, an american version of Let the Right One In already exists. it's called twilight.), but, once again, i should not have doubted Matt Reeves and his vision, because this RULES. utterly riveting. much softer and warmer than the original, bathed in much more yellow hues too, and definitely more americanized and less subtle than the original, but it also differs in interesting ways that make it a worthwhile experience and makes the emotional journey a little different. personally, the character name changes just kept tripping me up and i kept calling them the original names, especially because the names they changed to were just reminding me of The Last of Us Part II and i love the two main leads in here, but they will NEVER be Abby and Owen. the changes in the emotional structure definitely make this more tragic than horrific or haunting like the original, but Matt Reeves fucking kills it. i think this is definitely more interesting as a proto-The-Batman than a remake of the original, especially considering it's also shot by Greig Fraser. honestly, considered giving this the honor of being the better movie by default because it doesn't make me look at a child's crotch. but the original is still definitely the better movie, though this one is more different than worse.

My ★★★★ review of Let Me In on Letterboxd

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

""FILTH HOUNDS OF HADES" EXPLODED FROM BRITISH HELL WITH ALL THE FANGS AND FURY..."

PIC INFO: Spotlight on a T-shirt design for "Filth Hounds of Hades," the 1982 debut album by British heavy metal/proto-thrash power trio, TANK. Kamaflage Records.

BAND/ALBUM OVERVIEW: "March 1982. Maggie Thatcher lords over a dangerously unemployed U.K. with a hatchet face, a controversial economic policy and “a voice like a cat sliding down a blackboard.” The Falklands War debacle is just weeks away. Meanwhile, the New Wave of British Heavy Metal is about to hit its commercial peak with IRON MAIDEN’s "The Number of the Beast." MOTÖRHEAD’s "Iron Fist" is cocked, locked and ready to drop the proverbial hammer on Blighty’s dole-diving speed freaks, spot-faced rivet heads and leather-loving piss punks. Just over the horizon, VENOM’s game-changing "Black Metal" and JUDAS PRIEST’s mega-selling "Screaming for Vengeance" are poised to strike pain and pleasure into the hearts of the denim-clad faithful.

A few months prior, three lager-swilling London lads calling themselves TANK were holed up in the Who’s Ramport Studios recording their full-length debut with vast quantities of booze and speed and no less than MOTÖRHEAD’s “Fast” Eddie Clarke in the producer’s seat. The band was the three-headed fantasy headache of bassist/vocalist Alasdair “Algy” Ward, who had previously lent his unique talents to punk legends THE SAINTS and THE DAMNED, resulting in arguably the best albums from both bands (1978’s "Eternally Yours" and 1979’s "Machine Gun Etiquette," respectively).

After getting the sack from the Damned, Ward recorded a handful of demos before recruiting brothers Peter (guitar) and Mark Brabbs (drums) to form a power trio in the loud, louche and inebriated style of their future benefactors MOTÖRHEAD — a comparison they could never quite shake. Released in March of ’82, "Filth Hounds of Hades" exploded from British hell with all the fangs and fury of the three-headed Cerberus on the album’s iconic sleeve. Featuring unstoppable beer bangers like “Turn Your Head Around,” “Shellshock” (later covered by German thrash maniacs Sodom) and “(He Fell in Love With a) Stormtrooper,” the record would go on to influence METALLICA and carve TANK’s legend into the annals of heavy metal history."

– "DECIBEL" MAGAZINE, by J. Bennett, published July 6, 2017

Source: www.decibelmagazine.com/2017/07/06/tank-filth-hounds-of-hades.

[shefancdotcom]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Proto 2000 Series 8,000 Gallon Type 21 Riveted Tank Car HO Scale Model Train.

[writer59january13]

I dread the United States presidential 2024 outcome...

Whereby yours truly presages and doth abhor nothing short of an imminent civil war dwarfing insurrection on January 6, 2021 oddly enough even reducing ordinary decibels to a mute whisper madding crowd trumpeting cacophony of ˈthȯr drowning out sense and sensibility allowing, enabling, and providing golden opportunity for anarchy to run rampant one issuing, earthshaking, and booming as one collective soul with pride

against prejudice queercore amidst pandemonium of lawlessness voices at the forefront ear splitting din most all social media platforms buzzfeeding, jump/kickstarting, and twittering bigotry, gender inequity, and misogyny nevermore gender diversity celebrated reveling harmoniously think arranged marriage of Kokila and Kishore

parents (most likely deceased)

of Menil and Amit,

one former best high school buddy

with my youngest sister Shari Todd for most of her sixty three years an herbivore, and in most respects the antithesis of Eeyore, (a pessimistic, gloomy, depressed, anhedonic, old grey stuffed donkey and friend of title character, Winnie-the-Pooh), the former would never stand a chance stayin alive during the reign of brontosaur, and other so called terrible lizards. Aforementioned fatalistic political forecast

would translate as absolute zero freedoms as entrusted with Declaration of Independence, and Constitution, which incendiary rhetoric already trumpeted courtesy Republican dictator wannabe, who will eviscerate

any and all social progressive policies would essentially leave a rump government devoid of recognizable Democratic polity. Lemme plagiarize myself and express sardonic wit alliteration with the letter "R," I gleefully, playfully, and zestfully transmit the following poem, the proto antagonist will nary even garner an obit

no dead giveaway signs only brave hearts pointing middle finger subtly signaling welcome to the black parade, the sole intermit where gewgaws (trolls) with orange hair sold. revealing Ronald Rump revisited. Regarding ridiculous rhymeless ruminative rhythm rankles readers. Repugnant racist Republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts Refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights ruckus ricochets revenant reign ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism. rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous ramifications rusty razor razing revenge rents reprisal. Rabid rectal rictus rotten rebrands re-calibrate. rambunctious revolutionaries rejoice. ruffians ride roughshod routing reigning royalty. Reiterate revetting robust recidivist rationality rides Rolls Royce relentlessly rendering rock ribbing. Riffraff raconteur raise reactionary response revisit rancorous restrictive redlined realigned rightward rivets Robocop ridiculously rubber-stamped reorganization recalcitrant reactors release rapture rash Russian roulette reconnaissance raconteurs rack rubles. Red room reflects Republican RNA. rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats revoke righteous refulgent repertory rapier robed robbers ransack reliquary resounding retaliation retaliatory redcoat regnum reformation rightly remembered Rudy robotically recoiling rapprochement Raison d'être rosily revered rifled relics raffled rookie raves ripe rackful rubenesque reliably ranked refulgent rotundity requisite requirement re: reappointment road-tested, roadworthy redeem reapportion routed role. Reprehensible reassignment rapidly recognizes response rife rampage removes respectability responsible roused restitution refuted risky resultant reconnoitering runaway railroad reverberates rivalry. Reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirms redoubling ridding revitalization reconfiguration realpolitik reinstates repudiation; Rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered. Requisition requires resilient reseeding republic regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing rare recount restoring recondite renown reprobate Rapunzel.

Republican representatives rejoice reclaiming reins registering retarded romantic remains re: Rastafarian revered reliquary rests!

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bro i wanna draw the most unhinged aether proto-protagonist possible. give that boy a grin. no light in his eyes. bro is constantly thinking the wrong way but doing the right things to advance the storyline, bro is self aware, bro does not care.

I know canonically he's like the warmer guy but damn just because a character's nice doesn't mean they can't be mean as hell. Wanna push that up to 10. Only things Aether really needs is getting clues to his sister and finding out how tf to get outta this stupid realm that sealed his shit off and wasting his time. Bro don't wanna bother with the narrative and masks up with smiles when necessary for money, information, and ease of way.

Would probably get a spark in his eye from watching the faceless hordes he's helped explode into fire and heavenly judgement then go and raze over the ruins again not because he's buddy buddy with the system administrators but because he knows he's playing easy mode in a game where he's been playing outside the screen. Just a schadenfreude thing after the sunken cost fallacy of seeing the world he's obligated to save be a real piece of shit.

but then also like lumine as like that kinda gap moe sorta protag that's come in the trails of her brother and is figuring out stuff on the second run of the simulation. She'd definitely give mercy reluctantly. Loves the feeling of getting over gods. Cold but actually the better of the two both combat-wise and personality-wise, but that doesn't make her that kinda naive kinda main character that just does whatever for whatever whoever says what. Energy saver.

Still like her brother would forget every face that came her way except for the useful ones, and try to get to know them to tell a good story once that's all they have left of their time travelling around. Girl exploring the ruins of past civilizations and thinking about the taste of her own dissolved home in the back of her throat, the riveting revulsion of total freedom as the last light in a sea of candles. The power that remains, sealed away by tyrants that can only smile when they meet the end of her blade.

Double agent Lumine going over voluntarily to the Abyss and allying with them from convenience, manipulating the logic of the world to her benefit. Tired but kind to non-human creatures that might make her run around for years to fix things others have broke but have the best foes to fight, because only with the things like Aranara and Melusines can she show her true self as that otherworldly alien no human can understand, not even the Vision wielders to a certain sense. Wanders the deep lore areas of the continent to absorb more about the conflicting logic of the world, the idea of samsaras something that she wants to toy with.

dawg I would draw the fuck outta that if I got good bro it would be so crazy trust trust trusstttttt now just gotta wait for the game plot to actually finish so I can like see how it actually is lmao

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1 Chronicles 6: 1-15. "Levi: Unity vs. Duality."

6 [a]The sons of Levi: To Connect.

Gershon, Kohath and Merari.

Gershon= To drive out

Kohath= the obedient, the congregation

Merari=bitterness

2 The sons of Kohath:

Amram, Izhar, Hebron and Uzziel.

Amram=to rivet them

Izhar= to the high point, (at noon)

Hebron=the place of joining

Uzziel=uz= safe place, the refuge

3 The children of Amram:

Aaron, Moses and Miriam.

Aaron= the exalted one

Moses= the deliverer

Miriam= the wish

"To drive out the bitterness of the people, remind them it was God who delivered them from Egypt and brought them together in a safe place just as they wished."

The sons of Aaron:

Nadab, Abihu, Eleazar and Ithamar.

Nadab= volunteer

Eleazar= whom God has helped

Ithamar= the palm coast

4 Eleazar was the father of Phinehas,

Phinehas= the oracle

Phinehas the father of Abishua,

Abishua=father of riches

5 Abishua the father of Bukki,

Bukki= to empty, to examine

Bukki the father of Uzzi,

Uzzi= to bring into refuge

"God will volunteer knowledge of the future, the Palm along the Coast to those who know how to use it, bring them into refuge and give them riches (extra time)."

6 Uzzi the father of Zerahiah,

Zerahiah= Yah is rising

Zerahiah the father of Meraioth,

Meraioth=rebellious

7 Meraioth the father of Amariah,

Amariah=Yah said

Amariah the father of Ahitub,

Ahitub=brother of goodness

8 Ahitub the father of Zadok,

Zadok= righteous, just

Zadok the father of Ahimaaz,

Ahimaaz=my brother is wrath

9 Ahimaaz the father of Azariah,

Azariah= Yah has helped

Azariah the father of Johanan,

Yah is gracious

"Yah, who is gracious who rises up within the just and the righteous will help those who are afflicted through unity with those who retain a portion of Him in the place that casts out fear."

10 Johanan the father of Azariah (it was he who served as priest in the temple Solomon built in Jerusalem), "completed the unity in the place that casts out fear".

11 Azariah the father of Amariah,

Amariah=Yah said

Amariah the father of Ahitub,

Ahitub=brother of goodness

12 Ahitub the father of Zadok,

Zadok= righteous, just

Zadok the father of Shallum,

to be whole or complete

13 Shallum the father of Hilkiah,

Hilkiah= portion of yah

Hilkiah the father of Azariah,

Azariah= Yah has helped

14 Azariah the father of Seraiah,

Yah retains

and Seraiah the father of Jozadak.[b]

Yah is just.

15 Jozadak was deported when the Lord sent Judah and Jerusalem into exile by the hand of Nebuchadnezzar.

Nebo, Protect Your Servant. A Prophet Is A Preservative Jar.

The Gematria for Jozadak "duality" and Nebuchadnezzar "the great awakening."

Now Nebchadnezzar experienced a series of dreams that detailed the end of his kingdom and indeed all kingdoms. He was not able to make waking sense of it or strategize so he went in search of a Hebrew prophet.

The Tanakh says Nebuchadnezzar, a prolific idolator knew only the Kohen God could affix meaning to his unrecognizable dreams.

This happened before in Egypt with Joseph and the Pharaoh in Egypt, AKA the Seven Deadly Cows. Like the Pharaoh, Nebuchadnezzar added the proto-prophets he'd gathered to him and made them members of his court.

This suggests royalty is endemic, if there is royalty above in the position of the King, by definition there must be royalty below. A king that dreams of apocalypse and seeks young male boy prophets is the beginning of the process of evolution humanity needs in order to outwit obsolescence.

Royalty cannot exist without a line of succession so monarchies are theoretically an ideal mechanism for progress. At the time of Nebuchadnezzar, not so much since, Hebrew was the central language because Jerusalem was the center of the ancient world. All discussions of importance, especially those involving magic and prognostication, took place in Hebrew.

So although he was temperamental in the process, the king was performing his duty by seeking out a Hebrew prophet to interpret his dreams.

Always always in time of need people run to the God of the Jews who knows what is going to happen no matter how much we are in denial. The destruction of the Temple by Nebuchadnezzar was hardly foresighted, his people stupefied and he had to rebuild it within his court if he wanted sufficient intellect to survive.

If one wants unity therefore, there must be both the King, his dreams, AKA the Line of Succession, and the Temple of Yah containing the Oracle, the Holiest of Holies, built like a hive profuse with honeycombs, or the nation will devolve into Egypt and wish once again for delivery.

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Advantages And Applications Of Pneumatic Tools

Among The Tools Used In The Industry, Those For Pneumatic Use Are The Kindest To The Environment Since The Fuel They Use Is Compressed Air. Although A Diesel Air Compressor Is Indeed Necessary To Generate This Air, It Is Also True That There Are Versions Of These Machines That, Due To Their Characteristics, Are Friendly To The Environment.

Pneumatic Tools

Various Tools Are Used In Construction, Such As In Industry, Mining, Maintenance, And Cleaning, Powered By Compressed Air. In Other Words, They Necessarily Require An Air Compressor To Be Powered. This Type Of Equipment Takes Air From The Environment, Compresses It, And Expels It Through A Hose, Producing Enough Force To Activate The Device's Mechanism.

These Are Jackhammers, Drills, Breakers, Pneumatic Guns, Paint Applicators, Grinders, Impact Wrenches, Screwdrivers And Screwdrivers, Polishers, Staplers, Riveters, Pistols Blowers, And Tire Inflators, As Well As Cleaning Guns, To Name A Few Pneumatic Tools. In Addition To Being Able To Combine Their Use With A Compressor That Has Ecological Characteristics, To Minimize Environmental Impact, Pneumatic Tools Offer Other Advantages That Pneumatic Impact Tools Muscat Share Below:

They Have A Large Workforce.

Powered By Compressed Air, The Force With Which Pneumatic Tools Work Is Usually Of A Higher Power Thanks To The Impulse Generated By The Air Pressure. In This Sense, When Manipulated, Ingersoll Rand Pneumatic Solutions Allow A Considerable Saving Of Human Energy That Would Be Used To Carry Out The Same Work Manually.

Labor Time Saving

This Type Of Equipment Also Means A Saving In Work Times, Thanks To The Fact That They Can Carry Out In A Short Time, With A Single Operator; The Work Would Have To Be Carried Out By Several People With Manual Tools. For Example, The Work Carried Out By A Breaker Hammer Is Faster And Safer Than That Of A Team Of Workers With Shovels And Picks.

It Can Be Used Without Electricity

Thanks To Its Energy Source Being Compressed Air, It Is Possible To Use Pneumatic Tools In Places With No Electricity Because An Air Compressor With A Combustion Engine Can Power Them. Additionally, Stanley Proto Hand Tool Can Also Serve As A Power Source For Smaller Tools.

What Are The Applications Of Pneumatic Assembly Tools?

Pneumatic Impact Tools Port Harcourt Are Used For Many Tasks Within The Industry. Each Has A Specific Function, So It Is Vitally Essential To Adapt The Work To The Pneumatic Tool For Which It Is Intended.

Impact Wrenches Are Ideal For Loosening Jobs Thanks To Their High Speed And Unmatched Power/Weight Ratio. They Also Cover A Wide Torque Range.

Impulse Tools Are Perfect For Tightening Jobs In Which A Lot Of Force Is Not Required, So There Will Never Be A Reaction, And They Can Be Used With Only One Hand. Impulse Wrenches Are Much More Accurate Than Impact Wrenches.

Industrial Screwdrivers Are Intended For All Types Of Jobs Involving Metric 6 Screws. In Addition, All Their Models Of Industrial Screwdrivers Are Free Of Lubrication.

Nutrunners: They Are Comfortable And Precise, As Well As Suitable For All Types Of Applications Starting From 0.5Nm.

Conclusion

For Pneumatic Tools To Be A More Environmentally Friendly Alternative, An Air Compressor Must Be Chosen That Meets Specific Standards In Energy Efficiency And Gas Emission Into The Atmosphere So That In Addition To Using A Renewable Resource Such As Air, The Use Of Fuels Is Minimal Compared To That Used By Other Machines.

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WEEK 3 OF INKTOBER

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Here’s your daily Rivet since I redrew two bauble protos to make them higher quality