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books-apples-socks · 1 year ago
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listening to "the southern book club's guide to slaying vampires" is such a mixed experience because on one hand you're treated to a wonderful narrator (bahni turpin) whose voice acting is beautiful and who makes wonderful character choices in pronunciation and mispronunciation and on the other hand.... the book itslelf is racist and sexist
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riverofjazzsims · 2 months ago
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Hendrix Lothario for @cawthorntales Landgraab BC
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Hendrix Lothario Young Adult Gay Aspiration: Successful lineage Traits: Unethical, Family Oriented, Hot headed
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Yes, Lothario, as in THE Lothario family. Hendrix is Don Lotharios cousin and where Don might be known for his prowess and noncommittal lover boy mentality. Hendrix, took more after Dons uncle, his father {redacted} Lothario , who though a bit of a rake is known more for his darker dealings. From the desert of Oasis springs to the back alleys of San My Hendrix has been working his way up in family business. Hendrix doesnt mind getting his hands dirty but he works on keeping a low profile. Something he has learned over the years is sometime the thing that is seen the least is the one that is sitting right out in the open. Crazily enough its being out in the open that has him signing up for this BC. What better way to throw the sent off of some of his more recent activities than to be blatantly preoccupied with tempting a one very uptight looking golden boy. And secretly this may give Hendrix the chance to get to know someone he could possibly have a romantic interest in for more than a fleeting moment
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screamfome · 1 month ago
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guys I maybe like John bender(John hcs)
(MENTIONS OF ABUSE!)
I was watching the fresh prince of bel air and it was a Christmas episode I believe?? Idk but Hilary mentioned JUDD NELSON AND I ALMOST SCREAMED BUT MY MOM WAS IN THE ROOM SO I HAD TO ACT NORMAL BUT I WAS SMILING NONONONONONONONNO
John bender n you sharing a blunt
vampire John bender,
John bender fixit au where he was never abused by his family. John bender who still lives with the breakfast club as an adult.
John bender who grows up to be successful despite what Vernon and his father says.
John bender BECOMING BUCK TAYLOR FROM RELENTLESS 1989- my bad guys…I love connecting two of my favorite films together…(ahem ahem, STAND BY ME TURNS INTO THE LOST BOYS.- *cough cough* ACE MERRILL DIES AND BECOMES DAVI-*)
John bender who isn’t scared of horror at all because what he went through was scarier than Micheal Myers. John Bender who makes jokes to cope with his trauma.
John bender who doesn’t have a therapist and cannot afford it so one of the members is his therapist(bonus if he lays on their lap as they run their fingers through his hair AGHHHHHH).John bender who becomes a therapist for abuse survivors who went through the same thing he did. IN FACT ILL DO YOU ONE BETTER.
JOHN BENDER WHO BECOMES A TEACHER AND RECOGNIZES THE SIGNS OF A CHILD BEING ABUSED AND DOESNT BLOW IT OFF AND INSTEAD MAKES SURE THAT THE WILL GET THE CARE THAT THEY NEED.
Bisexual/Pansexual John Bender(listen you can’t tell me that man is bisexual or pansexual,he’s just like ME.)
John who loves snakes.
John who actually WOULD hang out with the lost boys.
John and David would be best friends ABSOLUTELY.
John who stares at everyone on the first date(yeah that’s right)
John who hates cops.(they did nothing to help him and his dad was one so he doesn’t really like them)
PUNK JOHN BENDER.
John bender who stole a switchblade(then Allison took it)
John bender who hates birthdays and only remembered his birthday through his other family members that came by for a “Bender family reunion”.
John Bender who was jealous of everyone in the breakfast club. Especially Brian + Claire. Andrew related to him as did Allison.
John Bender who listens to all Grunge Bands.
John Bender who has an album of Jimi Hendrix(I NEED TO LISTEN TO MORE SONGS,I LIKE HEY JOE SO FAR)
John bender who would become famous by making a band and naming it “The Breakfast Club” to honor his friends. He would then make an album dedicated to each member,the last one being for himself.
John Bender who grew up too fast.
John Bender who slowly likes to read books.
John bender who’s more used to everyone calling him “Bender” but not John. Sometimes it’s used to differentiate him and other John’s , but most times people use it because they don’t respect him enough to call him by his first name. Because John acts like a jerk to others so they don’t even call him by John.
when he IS called “John” he is deeply confused and doesn’t even know you’re referring to him. Tbh he completely forgot that his name was John.
John is absent from school the majority of time due to his home life and sometimes he just skips school entirely. He only came whenever there was something that dealt with HIM in general. Until the breakfast club formed.
John bender who becomes a lawyer…and defends the wronged.
John Bender who is so scared of becoming a father and does not want a child. If he did have one however, he!d be frightened of being like his father to the point where he wouldn’t want to take care of the kid at all.
John bender with anger issues and does not bottle up his feelings at all.
John Bender who believes he’s a criminal and was trapped in the mindset of “if they think I’m a criminal,I���ll be the criminal.” And just does bad things to tick people off.
John who becomes softer with time.
John who will randomly point out random things like “Look” as he grows softer because I KNOW HE WOULD.
He doesn’t know affection and if you hugged him or something he would immediately think that you wanted something from him.
But when HE DOES? OH HE WILL SMOTHER YOU IN LOVE.
He never got a gift in his entire life other than Christmas and his 10th birthday.
If you saw him blush,no you didn’t. It’s the Sun.
John Bender who’s house is near A BASKETBALL COURT MY BOY IS BALLIN’.
John bender who’s like 6’1.
John Bender who’s fairly skinny under his clothes. John Bender who’s insecure about his looks because of it. He can’t even bear to look at himself.
John Bender who doesn’t know how to cry(HES LIKE NILES CRANE BEFORE DAPHNE KISSED THAT BARISTA GUY-)
John’s full name is John Abraham (short form:Abra) Bender…(@danyayeni2)
John Bender is a senior by the time the breakfast club movie events happened.
Cat John BENDER. I SAY IT ONCE AND AGAIN.
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bijouxcarys · 5 months ago
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Make It Better (Robert Plant x fem!OC)
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Description: They say work and pleasure don't mix. But sometimes the former is made more bearable by the latter... **NSFW, minors please don't interact**
Word Count: 2.8k
A/N: This is filthy. Disgusting. And yes, I think I'm okay. Just... bear with me.
Tags: @celestial-dragoness @firethatgrewsolow @callmethehunter @inanebula @tangerine1969
@ourshadowstallerthanoursoul @angrychicksposts @dzdndcnfsd @friccinfricks @chromations
@m-faithfull @strsmn (let me know if you want to be tagged in any future Robert fics)
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It all started with a creative disagreement.
One thing about being a part of one of the world’s most successful rock bands was the constant pressure to get things right. The back and forth, not only between band mates, but producers too. Sure, these producers knew the industry like the back of their hands, but Robert Plant wasn’t content with adhering to any status quo.
“D’ya think Hendrix put up with this crap?!” was a line heard by dozens down the street the more the weeks passed. He was coming home with battered fingernails and dishevelled hair from the time he’d spent gnawing and gripping. All because he felt he was being pushed into the same old bubble. Rock ‘n’ roll was nice, but what about da blues… where’s the soul gone? 
Nowhere, that’s where the soul is.
“There’s no bloody soul in it!”
There was a time when all three could be intricately woven together to create one enigmatic, timeless masterpiece. But now it was all disco and structured ear worms.
The only person who helped Robert feel anything else lately was his significant other. His lady-friend that started as a heated affair but quickly spiralled into a complicated web of I love yous in bed, and “I don’t know what I want” the morning after.
But as she laid on her back, the familiar feeling of Robert’s girth stretching her out as he slowly rippled in and out of her, the pleasure had vanished. Much like the music, the soul was scarce.
Not that he was lacking; Robert was the master when it came to pleasuring the opposite sex. It was the mere idea of Robert being in such a state with the creative process that the joy and light from his eyes had disappeared; a state she had never seen him in during her time of knowing him. And it hurt her, knowing his soul was void of life, of colour.
“I wish there was something I could do to make it better…”
“There isn’t, luv. It’s just the way of the game.”
Swallowing hard, she ran her fingers up his defined arms, holding his flushed cheeks between her palms, coaxing him to look up at her and halt his movements. He scrunched his eyebrows up in confusion.
“Did I do somethin’ wrong?” he asked, licking his lips.
“No, no,” she reassured, smiling up at him. “I just…” She looked off to the side, chewing her lip. Her lover sighed, having the decency to pull out of her and take her into his arms.
“What is it, darlin’? What’s going on up there?” he asked with such a softness that belied any of the turmoil he was facing mentally. She shivered at the tender kiss he placed on her hair, sensing his inhale as he did. He always liked how her hair smelled.
“You.” 
It was a simple, one-worded answer. But it spoke volumes in encyclopaedias.
“Yer not still worryin’ about all that shit at the studio, are ya?” Robert was almost dismissive, huffing under his breath as the subtle reminder ground on him harsher than he expected it to. And she felt guilty initiating that reminder, but not as guilty as she’d feel if she had no resolution.
The idea that sprung to mind was risky, and she was somewhat nervous to propose such an idea. But it had been circling in the recesses of her mind since the night Robert arrived back home with bags under his bloodshot eyes—the usually jovial and bubbly vocalist muttered a mere four words the entirety of that night and passed out on the sofa not even an hour after returning.
“I have an idea—don’t laugh at me, or think it’s weird. I mean, it kind of is a bit weird, but I’m just trying to figure out a way to help you, but just tell me if I’m being ridiculous and we can jus–”
“Yer rambling, luv…” he broke her stream of vocalised thinking. Not that he minded in the slightest; he could listen to her ramble on for hours.
“Sorry,” she let out a flustered laugh. “I just… want you to hear me out here, okay?” Robert only responded by shifting on his side and propping his head up on his balled up fist. “I know you said there isn’t anything I could do to help you–”
“And there isn’t.”
“Just listen to me, please,” she pleaded, peering up at him. “What if… you could relieve that stress?”
“Relieve the stress?” he echoed with a quizzitive brow.
“Yeah, relieve the stress… on me.”
She bit her lip hard, searching his eyes for any sign that she should just shut up right now and leave whilst her dignity was still partially intact. But that sign never appeared. Instead, clouds of further confusion, then concern, but mostly intrigue took over his intense gaze.
“You want me to do that with you?” His question was quiet. Small. Cautious.
Once she’d given him a nod of confirmation, he rolled back on top of her with a swiftness that contrasted everything he embodied just seconds before. It was more like the leap of a lion once faced with its desired prey. He pounced.
“Yer sure you want me to do that?” he checked, delicately running his fingertips over her cheek, lowering them down to her throat and her chest.
“Yes…” she whispered, looking up at him with parted lips. “Just wanna make you feel better, baby…”
“Hm,” he hummed, a smirk appearing on his face. “You are a good little girl, aren’t you, darlin’?” He lowered his face and nuzzled her with his nose. “Always makin’ sure I’m satisfied, eh?”
“Mhm,” she confirmed with a childlike nod. “I trust you, Robert. I want you to let go. Use me… please.”
He took a deep breath, the hesitance still somewhere floating in the back of his mind. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she reassured him with steady eyes. “I promise.”
Studying her for a moment longer, he slowly nodded, eyes darkening with desire. “Alright, luv,” he whispered. “But remember, you asked for this.”
Without further reluctance, he pressed his lips against hers with a newfound intensity, claiming her mouth in a passionate, almost feral kiss. His hands roamed her body, no longer gentle but demanding, leaving trails of heat wherever they touched.
“You really want this?” he murmured against her lips, his breath hot and ragged. “You want me to let go?”
“Yes,” she breathed, arching into his touch.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as he moved his mouth to her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin. She let out a light gasp, her hands instinctively reaching up to grip at his shoulders, but he swiftly grabbed her by the wrists, pinning them beside her head.
“Keep your hands to yourself,” he warned in a seductive purr, “or I’ll tie them up.”
Her eyes widened, a thrill running through her at his words. “Maybe you should,” she whispered. “Maybe you should stop me from being able to do whatever I want…”
His gaze locked onto hers, absorbing her words and the weight they held beyond this moment. Appreciative, he smirked and reached over her to blindly pull his silk scarf from where he had discarded it over the headboard. “You asked for it, luv,” he said, wrapping the scarf around her wrists and securing it in a knot—tightly, but still comfortable enough.
With her wrists bound just above her head and her body completely at his mercy, Robert’s restraint snapped. He leaned down, mouth claiming hers in a possessive kiss and his hands lowered to her legs, hoisting them both up to hang around his waist.
“My beautiful girl,” he muttered, trailing more kisses down her throat and to her chest. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
She watched with hooded eyes as he slithered down her body, truly taking his sweet time in his worship. The occasional nip from his teeth jolted her, reminding her of who exactly was in charge of this moment.
“Absolutely drenched for me, angel,” he patronised, cooing with his lips slightly pouted. “So desperate.” He pushed her thighs open, roughly baring his palms down on them so she was fully exposed to him. 
“Please, Robert…” she whimpered, trying her best to angle her hips upwards, utterly starving for the exquisite feeling of his silk tongue.
He gave no warning as he laid an open mouth kiss between her legs, tongue circling over any expanse of skin he could find. Groaning at the taste, he sucked her clit into his mouth, not bothering to avoid the use of his teeth. Soft ridges glided over her sensitive bud, the sensations heightening as he did. She gasped, tugging at the scarf around her wrists, fingertips aching to dig into Robert’s curly blonde roots.
Instead, she attempted to tighten her legs around him, but his vice grip only intensified. Muscles under his skin protruded as he bared more weight down onto her legs than perhaps necessary. But it made her feel so alive. So… wanted. So controlled.
Robert played with her, alternating between rapidly flicking the tip of his tongue across her clit, to sloppily dragging his entire mouth over her. One minute on the verge of making her cum, and one minute slowing the process down completely. 
Nothing happened unless he made it happen.
“Turn over.”
She shouldn’t have enjoyed the humiliation it brought her to struggle with her bound hands as she flipped herself over onto her stomach. He just sat back on his feet, watching her with his cock in his hand. Stroking himself as she fought with herself to get into the position he wanted.
A smug smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he steadily crawled over her, one knee on either side of her legs.
“You alright, luv?”
“Y-yes,” she breathed out, moving to rest her head to the side. 
“Good.” With gritted teeth, he pressed his palm down on her lower back, guiding his cock between her legs. “Don’t fucking move… I promise this is gunna feel real good, darlin’.”
Nodding, she bit down on her lip as he squeezed her legs together with his own, all whilst forcing his length into her cunt. Even with the slickness, there was a formidable resistance from the position alone. But it only served to emphasise just how fucking tight she was, and how big he was. Two traits that shouldn’t have meshed so well together, but did.
“O-oh my God…” she groaned, the pain sparking something otherworldly in her abdomen. Both of his hands grabbed at her hips as he sank all the way in, until he was snuggly resting his pelvis against her.
“Hmm… feels good, doesn’t it?” His eyes shut for a moment, twitching at the taut feeling being nestled so deeply inside. All she could do was nod at his question, hands curling into clenched fists above her head. For a moment, she attempted to wriggle away from him, but his eyes snapped open and fingers dug into her flesh. “Nuh-uh, I don’t fuckin’ think so.”
His strength, and overall larger than life presence, caused her back to arch, the tip of his cock pressing bluntly against her cervix.
One sharp thrust.
“R-Robert, I don’t th-think I can—”
“Yes you can. And you will,” he growled, withdrawing his hips, just to slam them back into her. “Bloody hell,” he let out an elongated moan. 
Tears filled her eyes, feeling the heat radiating from his body as he leaned over her. To her surprise, he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, before murmuring into her ear, “If it’s too much, just say “red” and I’ll stop, ‘kay?”
“Okay…” She had to smile to herself at the care he took, but it was swiftly replaced by an open-mouth, silent scream as he propped himself up on his hands, once again slamming himself into her. The position was new, at least for them, but she already knew she’d want to try it again. His cock had never felt so big inside of her—and he was huge.
His hands were splayed on the mattress on either side of her body, his lower half got to work on pummelling into her at a terrifying pace, with a level of brutality she had never seen from him.
She was merely a plaything. Something to be used. And she loved it. It was like she could feel every ounce of his frustration being spilled into her with every vicious swing, every harsh stroke.
“Yeah… that’s a good girl,” he grumbled under his breath, losing himself in the way her cunt sucked and gripped onto him, her whimpers and high-pitched yelps and moans encouraging his unholy behaviour.
“Ah!” she gasped for air as he gripped harshly on her hair, yanking her up so only her head was lifted. Her vision was blurry, but every square inch of her being convulsed and throbbed for him.
“You like that, darlin’, huh?” he spat, not necessarily searching for an answer. “Yeah, you do… I know you do,” he continued to ramble through clenched teeth, jaw tightened and brows narrowed. “You like it when Daddy fucking tears you apart… When Daddy’s in charge… Fuck!”
She could feel her legs turning to jelly, quivering as her head became fuzzy, and her body fell entirely limp as he took her how he wanted. And whilst he’d never called himself Daddy before, and she had never thought to utter such a name to him, there was nothing else she could have seen him as in that moment.
He was her Daddy. Her master. Her universe. Everything. All. About. Him.
By now, his hand had lowered to her throat, where his grip became almost unbearable. It hurt. She coughed and sputtered through her moans and whines.
“You sound so fuckin’ pathetic right now, luv. Such a fucking mess, all because of me, eh? That it? All those noises, just for me… All for me.”
“Yes!” she choked out. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me c–”
“I know. I can feel it.”
He pulled her up as far as she could in the position they were in—so far, in fact, that it strained her spine, her neck, her shoulders. Eyes rolled to the back of her head before they were clamped shut, his lips once again ghosting beside her ear.
“Tell me I’m in charge, baby,” he pled through uneven grunts. “Tell me everything’s mine… tell me, tell me, please.”
With all the strength she could muster, she turned her head, his large hand maintaining its death grip. “You’re in charge, baby,” she whimpered up at him, droplets of sweat from both of their heads combining as they pressed together. “It’s all yours…” Her teeth clenched down painfully. “Fuck, you’re the fucking best!”
“That’s right,” he huffed, his jarring thrusts becoming unstable, hips jutting. “Gunna fill you up, make you walk ‘round with me inside you… show everyone who you belong to… Ah, I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck—”
He couldn’t even hold it back, couldn’t even wait for her, as he bust everything he had inside of her, emptying his seed. She was sure she blacked out for a second as he grasped around her neck even harder than before. Her thighs were sticky as he continued to pump himself dry, causing it to seep out before he’d even finished.
“Fuck, sorry, darlin’,” he almost inaudibly apologised, before pulling himself out of her and swiftly replacing his cock with three of his long fingers. His arm hooked around her neck as he kept her pressed against his looming form. Now, he relentlessly fucked her with his fingers, her juices and his seed covering his hand and the sheets as she cried out, whole body flushed and shaking.
“God, yes, right there—right there, Robert–” Her release cut her off, gushing and soaking him and his bed. Never had she ever cum this hard, for this long, and this intensely.
“There you go… Fuck, darlin’, I really made you feel that good, eh?” he breathlessly talked her through it, his softening cock resting on her backside as she came down, losing all grasp of reality in the process.
Once he’d let her go, she collapsed, every limb weak and her throat hoarse from the ungodly noises.
“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he reassured her as she tried to reach out for his hand, forgetting momentarily that she still had her wrists bound in silk. He freed her, capturing her shaky hand and enveloping his arm around her body. He still covered her, protecting her body. Laying sweet kisses along her spine and on her shoulder. Once he got up to her neck, he mumbled very gently against her tacky skin.
“I love you. Thank you.”
No gratitude was needed, as she’d do it all again, for him, in a heartbeat.
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silver--scar · 8 months ago
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MEET THE SP OC
TW: Mild blood and mentions of sensitive topics
Welcome to my first entry on this list! Inspired by @skenisasleb 's intro posts for their South Park characters, I realized that I wanted to do the same since I thought it would be fun! I will be following a similar format to theirs within this post and future ones to come. This is part one after all :D
So everyone put your hands together for my first ever South Park oc, Ashton Roscoe! (Below is his outfits during certain "episodes" or "b-plots", whatever you wanna call them. I'll be happy to explain them if there are questions, but I'll only go over a few in this post!)
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The Basic Life
Ashton Roscoe is an only child, living an average life in an average two-story home with average parents. They're maybe a little distant, but nothing too concerning.
He is one of the newer kids to South Park. Like, freshly new. He is left in a constant state of confusion with just how bonkers South Park can be and has yet to get accustomed into his new life. Otherwise, he has a pretty mellowed out mood with a hint of stubbornness.
He owns a massive cardboard fort deep in the woods of South Park. Who knows what goes on in there, and why he lays so many traps around the area? (It's role-play. It's literally just a place to keep his Stick of Truth items) And he likes to dig! But unlike Christophe, he digs for treasure. Bits and bobs. Doodads. Thingamajigs.
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Relationships
There's nothing too special in Ash's bonds with his friends and family, and especially so being demisexual. He has three buddies, Lucio Connors, Robert 'Bubba' Hendrix, and Killian Manfred. Your typical, all guys friend group.
Out of everyone, he's most likely closest to Lucio due to them meeting when Ash moved in to the town. He helped Ash get around and learn everything there is to know with a kind attitude to boot, while Lucio greatly enjoys meeting someone who isn't a wackjob.
Bubba and Killian were already friends with Lucio before, so it helped Ash ease in quicker with the people around him. Bubba is the prankster who Ash tolerates. He always stands on guard around the guy, waiting for when he might strike with his next trick. It gets a bit mentally draining with it all, especially with the constant chatter about girls and dating or the next big prank.
Ash and Killian are a mixed bag. They get into arguments a few times, with who being in the right constantly switched around. But otherwise, they're tight knit, and they often defend one another during troubles. Ash appreciates Killian when they're on good terms and likes to listen to his conversations, but it wears thin when Killian gets zooted out of his mind and gets into his usual existential crises.
In terms of South Park? He tries his utmost to avoid the gang (i.e. Stan's and Tolkien's friends) and is pretty successful sometimes.
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Lore Galore
Since Ash was my New Kid while playing the South Park games, it's only obligatory to go with those first. His personas are Ashpatch the Thief and Ezkaton!
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These characters are something Ash put way too much effort in due to his affinity of escaping the world around him. He loves to play pretend.
Ashpatch is a thief class. He chose this because not only is he a natural at sneaking, he's an avid tinkerer. Most of his weapons, albeit rudimentary, are all handmade. He might put the things he nabbed to good use. At first, he just went by Ash, refusing to go by Douchebag but being too lazy to correct others around him. But later on, with his growing infuriation of Kupa Keep, Ash took the opportunity to switch sides the moment he saw it, donning the new name Ashpatch once he gained trust with the Elves.
He takes role-playing pretty seriously. As mentioned, he makes most of his weapons on his own out of objects he finds. If he wants something, he'll work his ass off to obtain it. Daggers, smoke screens, traps, you name it. Even though the other kids absolutely hate this, he doesn't care. He enjoys how it makes the games more authentic. And Ash even dressed the part, making an outfit to blend in the snow.
Ezkaton is his superhero persona, named after the word eschaton, meaning the final act of a divine plan. With a netherborn assassin class, Ash thought it was fitting to uphold an almost deity-like theme, and also because he's an edgy little boy... And also because he wanted to repurpose his abandoned Ghost cosplay, but he will never admit this.
His shawl is a Christmas tree skirt, and just like with Ashpatch, he crafts most of his inventory himself (aside the glowing scythes duh). He also works alone. The other kids don't really understand and think it's to keep up this 'bad boy' persona, but the real answer is that Ash doesn't want to end up getting others hurt. Especially with how they fight actual crime. He'll help out, he ain't a dick, but he works better without worrying that the villains' and his actions will result in an accident.
The other heroes make jabs for how over the top he is, or how he's a Mysterion clone, and to that he says, fuck you, because he'd also rather not admit he spent days coming up with an original identity only to be stumped. Plus, why be a superhero who isn't skilled at what he does? Ash is great at sneaking and traps. Why stop now?
"The Game Never Ends" (Assassin Ash)
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If there's one thing to know about Ash, he's a tad bit gullible. There are times where he's skeptical, but those moments are few and far between. After the gang plays a match of paintball with a bunch of other kids, Bubba offhandedly mentions that paintball 'is never really over.' There's a few laughs, but over time, Ash gets insanely paranoid. And so, he goes around town finishing the job, taking out anyone to achieve his victory. Don't worry, there's only two counts of manslaughter.
"The Crystalites" (Album Debut Ash)
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Ash loves music. It practically runs through his veins. If you want to find him, chances are he's in his backyard drumming it out in his dad's shed. He's debuting his first album for the town of South Park with his one man band, The Crystalites. However, it seems there are many obstacles he has to overcome, with that being money, gaining a crowd, organizing the event, and scrap bandits. People who are dismantling objects for an extra buck. So it's up to Ash to make his debut successful, and protected from grubby hands.
"Hardcore Parkour" (Parkour Ash)
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Parkour is the next big thing in South Park. Everyone's doing it (well, every kid is), but it seems for some reason, Ash can't get the hang of it! He used to be a master at running around and climbing the strangest things during games, so why can't he get this right? Determined, he tries to figure out the cause of his 'curse' and actually stick a landing while his friends go on to the big leagues of competitive parkour.
"Alive and Buried" (Grave Crawler Ash)
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Remember when I said his parents were not too concerning? Well it gets concerning. Every South Park kid has their traumas.
How does his family have the money to afford everything? Money laundering. And his dad is heavily in the business. However, a recent investigation showed that he was a suspect and CPS is threatening to take Ash away. With his mother being heavily distraught, the dad is blinded by the very thought of this and vows to keep Ash safe. He tries different things, but push comes to shove, and the poor boy is buried alive the last minute before cops arrive. Thankfully he managed to dig himself out, but his dad is arrested as he resurfaces. Now he has heavy claustrophobia and taphophobia. Ash would've liked to have kept all of this to himself, but news spreads around quickly in South Park.
"Supernatural Squatters" (Ghost Hunter Ash)
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Ash and Lucio believes ghosts exists, much to Killian's and Bubba's mockery of it. Wanting to prove them wrong, they make a bet for the four to stay overnight at an abandoned building rumored to be haunted. Geared to the teeth, the kids venture in and finds exactly what they were looking for. Drugged out squatters. Now they must exorcise them to free their souls.
Thank you all so much for reading! I'm certainly going to do more for the rest of my South Park ocs. I'll also post a bit more images that couldn't fit within this post. Thank you skenisasleb for the idea! 🙏
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bedknees · 1 year ago
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You always leave your cool headcanons in the tags! If you're up to it, do you have some for Simon and Betty your up for sharing? I'd love to hear them 🥺
lol sorry ha ha! I like whispering in the tags a lot lmao. And sure! I don't think I ever really gave headcanons on these two disasters but I have a ton so buckle up, and thanks for the ask. ^^
Betty
She was born to Russian Jewish first-gen immigrants somewhere in New England. They were medical doctors by trade, running a practice together and everything. She is an only child. Her parents worked a lot so she was often alone at home when she got old enough.
Due to relative solitude at home, Betty became an avid reader and allowed it to occupy her time when she was lonely. She has a particular penchant for mystery novels that persisted into adulthood. Her general love of the unknown led her into being interested in real world mysteries.
Her birthday is April 11, 1966 - making her an elder Gen X and an Aries.
Has always been very smart, especially in regards to mathematics and has a minor in it. It's definitely her forte, if not made obvious by Temple of Mars.
She is bipolar II and has learned to manage it well over years, as long as no major stressors enter her life she is pretty good to go [crying cat giving thumbs up image]
Loves plants and mushrooms! She's especially fond of succulents. Very adept at fungi identification and foraging properly.
When she's not deep into her work, she likes taking nature hikes either on foot or on her bike. She's always loved the outdoors.
Betty loves all genres of music, but is particularly partial to Depeche Mode and Journey.
She also loves all animals, but really enjoys alligators and crocodilians. The first time she went down South and saw an American Alligator just casually hanging out near a river, she nearly burst into tears.
Simon
His birthday is August 25th, 1965. He is a Virgo because of course he is. Just misses Boomer status, as Gen X began in '65 lmao.
His father was a first-generation Russian/Yakut immigrant, while his mother was a second generation Filipina American. They were borderline hippies that met at a music festival, but break the (objectively flawed) stereotype by being very well educated with successful careers in teaching.
Simon had a younger sister and developed Older Sibling Syndrome that defines part of his personality to this day.
Stemming from his parents, Simon has always had a thirst for adventure. In addition to being exposed to camping at young age due to his family taking him to festivals in his youth, he also has always had a general inclination to explore the unknown.
Loves 60s-70s rock and roll a la Mountain and Jimi Hendrix, but just prefers the genre in general. This manifests later a bit in Ice King's love for Marceline's music, which is of course rock-centric.
He is autistic; his first special interest was cryptids, something that never really left him. He eventually developed one for playing the drums (also seen in IK later) and Cheers obv. His main interest is by far ancient artifacts. He was the kid that checked out books on Ancient Egypt every week.
Got his PHD in Archaeology by 27 due to being wicked smart and starting intro college classes all the way back in his Junior/Senior years of high school.
Unironically tuned into Art Bell's radio show because of his cryptid and conspiracy fascination. He never actually bought into any of it (mostly), but it was fun for him!
Is a cat person full stop. He will sometimes take walks in his neighborhood and be greeted by all the outside cats that he has made a point to get to know!
Simon and Betty
Met at a University-held science and sci-fi convention right before Betty was to leave for Australia. Simon held a small panel on the Enchiridion, talking about its history and his search for it. Betty fell fast and hard. They both did. After the panel they talked for hours about it.
Their shared love for mysteries and adventure made them a perfect match. They shared a ton in common and became inseparable almost instantly.
Were the couple that rarely ever fought, but they also possessed a level of obvious codependency. Betty was the first person to ever make Simon feel so seen and he loved her wit and eccentricity, and Simon proved so smart and sweet and genuinely interesting that their pull was magnetic.
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coarsely · 7 months ago
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Build a pokemon team for your ocs
Jumping on from @thanataes, because I thought this was such a fun idea! I may have gotten a little carried away, but I really like pokemon :) it's really fun to look at what suits their aesthetic, their fighting style, their personality, etc, while trying to create a balanced and workable team.
Ucalegon, Nod's most beloved warrior.
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Ucalegon is someone fairly concerned with aesthetics, but also as a fighter for Nod has to have a fairly balanced team. She often uses eletricity to taze and shock people, but also lives in a fairly urbanised area, hence the eletric and steel types. There is a certain level of mystique to her, which Absol represents, while also being considered wild and uncivilised by the Bronze Eden populace, which Lycanroc shows. Tauros acts as a good balance for the rest of the team's speciality, while also showing how full-on she can sometimes be.
Hendrix, leader of the Undark.
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Hendrix's team are all visually related to water creatures, although only two are actual water types. While he is heavily involved in the pirate aesthetic, he is not actually one, so I thought it would be fun to show that by only visually looking like sea creatures, while not being one. I chose two poison types, because he is mildly radioactive. Most ground attacks are physical, which suits his physical and aggressive nature, hence my choosing of those. Barbaracle was chosen because Hendrix does have barnacles in different places on his body, so it just makes sense. Garchomp, I can't really explain, it just feels right to have at least on dragon type on there. There's a certain status symbol thing with dragon types, and he is a leader of sorts, so it fits in!
Vítor Cadogan, former Gladiator of Golden Glimpse.
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Vítor was quite fun to do. Aside from Mimikyu, I tried not to choose too many recent pokemon, to show he's a little older than maybe you'd first expect. Once being a superhero for Golden Glimpse, I tried to make his team more varied, to have more options in a fight. Lucario evolves with high friendship, so it's nice to have that sort of implication that Vítor treats his pokemon very well. Jolteon is honestly mostly chosen because Golden Glimpse is visually very yellow, and it's cute to imagine one curling up in his lap. Porygon2 is because it requires a lot of trading to evolve, and Vítor is someone very well connected. His protective instincts are symbolised via Aegislash, and his secretive nature while also being very socialble feel well represented by Mimikyu.
Dr Edgar Edwards, former heavyweight champion of Bronze Eden.
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As his title suggests, Ed was once a highly successful boxer in Bronze Eden, winning the heavyweight championship 3 times in his career. This is why Hariyama and Machamp are there! Steelix and Weezing I chose due to his rags to riches story, which both represent to me with the sleek steel form and the pollution tophats. Houndoom feels like they fit in very well as a guard dog, which in a way Ed is one himself. Venusaur just felt right to add there. Very large, poisonous, and Ed is a war criminal who is not far off 8 feet tall, so it just feels good!
Diomede, exiled leader of the Vagor.
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Diomede is a horse girl, so Mudsdale was an obvious choice. His actual steed though is an elk, which Sawsbuck sort of emulates, so I went with them too. Crobat was fun to add because of the whole "cannot evolve without high friendship", while also being scary-looking, which hints at how much he loved his people when he was part of them, but doesn't necessarily show it. Golurk, being inspired by a golem, also shows that latent protective instinct he had. Being a ghost type also feels like it shows those are just memories now, which i like. Bisharp was chosen as Diomede is a weaponsmith like most Vagor, and Bisharp looks like it would help out! Bouffalant works well as being a Vagor is also about working in tandem with the wilderness and with the untameable megafauna that roam Nod, which Bouffalant is clearly inspired by.
Saccade, Punisher of Neo-Babylon
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For Saccade, it was important almost every pokemon felt recognisable as an animal. Saccade is quite a down-to-earth, no nonsense person, so these choices sort of infer that with their recognisable designs. Two are normal type, further cementing that she isn't someone majorly into the flashy looks of other pokemon. The exception to this is Noivern, who I'd imagine she rarely deploys as a sort of "suprise tool that will help us later". Mabosstiff, some of you might have noticed, is a shiny! I imagine Mabosstiff as a gift from her spouse when they were still alive, who Saccade rarely brings out in a fight either, for fear of losing them. Durant was chosen frankly just because I really like durant! Gallade, because in between these two pokemon she's hesitant to bring out, I think she needs a more aggressive partner to compensate. This team was also very fun to put together!
This was so fun to do! I'm gonna tag @megarywrites, @solipseismic, @revenantlore, @noblebs, @dyrewrites and @cream-and-tea, and of course, absolutely anyone else who is as taken with this concept as I was! Here is a link to the team builder, enjoy yourselves!
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chronically-enthusiastic · 1 year ago
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Hello there, thanks for stumbling across my blog!
(Here's a lil comic I made for a school assignment)
Artblog: @chronicallyartistic
Audio drama blog: @chronically-listeningtopodcasts
I'm going to start putting my social energy levels in my bio... There's a lot of stuff I want to respond to but i currently dont have the energy to do so, and so if I don't respond within like a day, check my bio and see that...
Who am I / Where else can you find me?
First of all, feel free to call me Eli!! I'm on the waiting list for an autism diagnosis. I am agender and aroace-spec.
I am verrryyy enthusiastic about the things I am interested in (hence the URL hehehe). And currently, those are: podcasts (theres a list at the bottom of the post), good omens, ofmd, bbc merlin, star trek!!!!, lotr, and probably more things that I am too tired to think of right now!
I use the queue! Im not awake at the ungodly hours i sometimes am seen posting at, I just dont want to utterly flood peoples dashes! I do reblog fandom stuff and things ive added anything to immediately, so if you see a few posts in short succession, im online!
I am a very big fan of the oxford comma and double brackets. Semicolons are pretty cool too. And ellipses are incredible.
i love all of my mutuals dearly!! Making cookies and hot chocolate for you all <33
I try to use tone tags as much as possible!
Boundaries:
Things I am okay with sharing/doing:
My age, gender/sexuality, things about my guinea pigs!!, and most other things
Things I am not okay with sharing/doing:
The city I live in, pictures of me/anyone I know, my full name, my birthdate, my phone number/email address, meeting up with people irl, sending/receiving money/gifts, dms (<- though if we're mutuals and interacted a lot dms are fine!!)
^ this applies to everyone im not in the discord with
I will let someone know if they cross boundaries, and *really* would like other people to let me know if I cross theirs!!
DNI: people who are here to spread hate and anger. Just, stay away. I dont engage in discourse. I know DNIs dont deterr these people, but this is a demonstration of my core values :)
Tags:
(At the top cause otherwise it will get lost) ALSO #tw body horror
I block quite a few tags but most notably #tw war and other ones to do with the war in israel/palestine. This is not because I don't care. I care so so so much about what is happening and I cry every time I see a post about it. It breaks my heart that such horrible things are happening. However, I really struggle with high empathy, and seeing a post about it can really affect me for a while, and I need tumblr to be a safe space away from the real world problems. If I follow you - please could you tag things to do with war. Thank you <3
Updated to clarify - I do block the generic tags such as Israel and Gaza, which most of the posts are tagged with by the op, so if you forget its no big deal!!
A list of all the podcasts I listen to because y'know, its fun:
Fiction:
The Amelia Project
Wooden Overcoats
The Adventure Zone
Sherlock & Co
Alba Salix
Unseen
And a whole lot more that i no longer listen to either because they havent updated or they are a little too creepy (Welcome to Night Vale falls into the latter category)
Science:
The Sci Guys
Lets Learn Everything
Lingthusiasm
A podcast of unnecessary detail.
Comedy/other:
Dear Hank and John
The Unmade Podcast
Books Unbound
Lateral
A book list of recommendations from mutuals for my own use:
abigail by Magda Szasbo (@mack-anthology-mp3)
The Alphabet of Candice Phee (@jamie-dinow)
A list of music reccomendations from mutuals:
in the lap of the gods revisited by queen, why can't i be you by the cure, pyramid song, and lucky & the tourist by radiohead, when the sun hits by slowdive, dancing barefoot by patti smith, tangerine by led zeppelin, autumn sweater by yo la tengo, rubber ring by the smiths, water by pj harvey (from @/mack-anthology-mp3)
imi hendrix’s all along the watchtower (from @/catholickedd)
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nadiegesabate1990 · 1 year ago
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When people see me they say I want to be Jimi Hendrix. But thinking about it: why do I want to be Jimi Hendrix, an unsuccessful accompaniment musician when I can be NADIEGE SABATE, a conductor? I rock. And I became a composer. Browse all the composers in the world of classical music. From Alkan to Weber. I play the piano and create melodies for potential clients, but I don't like always being up to date with new developments on the market, it's not very useful for me.
Soon after, my first compositions and songs came out and were published on music websites at the time.
Sabate Radio on Jango Radio | Full Bio, Songs, Videos
It was my first big hit, but I want my royalties.
I am recognized in musical circles as a talented creator of melodies and a top-notch composer, I am determined to open new paths in the field of classical music. I never get tired of playing the guitar and creating compositions. But I refused, at first, an idiot's request to write a song for his band. I know you're just wanting a jingle and a hit, and well, I didn't like that. I have to deal with prejudice. It's not a good time and I struggle with that, and it drives me to compose. People don't stop criticizing me and some nice guys say my music is good or that my genre is rock. Then dance music. They keep feeding me with these boring thoughts.
But I'm very rigid, I'm not capable of demoralizing Jimi Hendrix, he's my idol, my star. In fact, I want to achieve classical music sound development.
He composed it, so fine a day, received with enthusiasm. Oh! And what do we have here? It's the composer, at the piano, demonstrating that you critics were wrong about me. From then on, successes followed: my songs were symphonic in nature. My father, it took a while, he didn't realize that what I was doing was mixing rock and classical music, he praised me a lot, he even got emotional and said as follows: This guy is good. But I didn't use my name and I didn't even tell him who wrote the song. You know, sometimes I feel like a superhero.
Hiding my secret identity, but it's no use, they always call me a villain. But best of all is my album, it lasts 12 minutes in total! I don't want to steal his time. And isn't that what artists do? Stealing people's time? I hope to consolidate myself, increase my reputation as the best composer.
Still following the conventional scheme, which excited the critics, I showed my brilliant satirical side. The story of the album, written by me (like all the opera arguments of recent years), ridiculing of course ‘‘non-artists’’. The press praises the genre as the pinnacle of metal. But I see it as just a way to make money.
Classical music became an obsession for me, I listened to Richard Wagner and Claude Debussy as a teenager. In the famous debut, I will present, for the first time in the history of classical music, rock and symphonic music.
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ignore this just practicing for if i ever wanna do a cover when i get famous /hj /gen
song: hi ren
I feel like things might be falling in place. And my accounts have been kinda doing bits too, Maybe I'll actually do something great
And when I'm gone, maybe I'll be remembered For doing something special with myself That's why I don't think that we should talk, Al 'Cause when you're with me, it never seems to help
Do you think that you can amputate me? I am you, you are me, you are I, I am we We are one, split in two that makes one, so you see You got to kill you if you wanna kill me.
I'm not leftover dinner, I'm not scraps on the side Oh, your account is thriving? Delusional guy, Where are your famous posts? Where's your shoutout on Tumblr? Where are your followers, Al? Nowhere!
Yeah but, my art's not commercial like that I never chased statistics or dumb shit like that I never draw hooks for the fandoms here, they never even see me So why would I concern myself with stats? But my art here is really connecting And the people who find it, respect it And for me, that's enough 'cause this life's been tough So it gives me a purpose I can rest in
Man, you sound so pretentious Al, your drawings are so self-centered No one wants to see another skit about How much you hate yourself, trust me
You should feel so lucky! To have me inside you, to guide you Remind you to manage expectations Provide you perspective, on that thing you neglected, I get it You wanna be a big deal, next Jimi Hendrix? Forget it
Al, it's not like that Al it's just like that, I'm inside you, you twat! No, it's not Al, you're wrong, when I draw, I belong- Let me break the fourth wall by acknowledging this song.
Al sits down, and he has a stroke of genius He wants to cover a song that wasn't noticed previous A battle with his subconscious, almost everyone's did it Accompanied by art? Almost everyone's still did it.
Al, you're not original, you criminal, rip-off artist The pinnacle of your success is stealing other people's material Al, man, we've heard it all before "Uh, sometimes I don't wanna be here anymore"
Fuck you, I don't need you, I don't need to hear this 'Cause I'm fine by myself, I'm a genius And I will be great, and I will make waves And I'll shake up the whole world beneath us
That's right, speak your truth, your fuckin' God complex leaks out of you It's refreshing to actually hear you say it instead of downplay it Ugh, "Art Is all about the creative process, and if people can find Something to relate to within that, then that's just a bonus"
Fuck you, I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, Al! Well, fuckin' kill me Al, let's fuckin' have you Al! I'll fucking do it, watch me prove it, who are you to doubt this music? 'Cause I call the shots, so I choose if you die Yeah, I call the shots, and so I choose who survives I'll shoot you up in the chest and lock you deep up inside.
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davidmansfield · 1 year ago
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A Gift From Tony Bennett
In 1972, when I was 15 and growing up in the New Jersey suburbs I joined a band that included Danny and Dae Bennett, sons of the late Tony Bennett. Over the next couple of years we had quite a bit of success, including being signed by the legendary Mary Martin to record an album for Warner Brothers Records. As “Quacky Duck and his Barnyard Friends” we became regulars at the equally legendary Upstairs at Max’s Kansas City, though between sets I had to hide in Sam Hood’s production office, as I was legally too young to be in the club.
One of our showpieces was a satirical sendup of the Jagger-Richards hit, “Satisfaction”, rearranged as a late 20s-early-30s-era uptempo swing tune. At the end of the song I would take a long solo on the violin, as I did my teenage best to imitate Stephanie Grappelli and Stuff Smith. It always got a laugh, and lots of applause.
In those days Tony was, I suppose, a typical divorced-dad musician; he dearly loved his boys but was mostly on the road. Every now and then he’d blow through town and spend time with them, often taking them on some kind of musical expedition. Sometimes he’d include the rest of the band; one I remember in particular was a double bill with Liza Minelli and Lena Horne at Carnegie Hall, both in their prime and at the height of their powers.
On one of those trips, Tony decided to dedicate the evening to me. He had heard our version of “Satisfaction”, and somehow heard something in my playing he wanted to encourage (that seemed to be an ongoing motif in his life). I was no jazz player by any means, my musical diet consisting mostly of Beatles and Hendrix, but I did idolize Grapelli. So— first stop, Buddy Rich’s new club that had just opened up on the East Side, “Buddy’s Place”. Buddy, of course played a brilliant, brash set, a big treat for Dae (who was our drummer). Then Stephanie Grappelli walked out onto that little stage. He was in his mid-sixties by then, but was soon playing up even more of a storm than he had in his 20s when he was in the Quintette du Hot Club de France with guitarist Django Reinhardt. Of course I was ecstatic. And Grapelli had this young kid with him, an English violinist named Nigel Kennedy (yes, that one), who for a few numbers took the lead and gave Stephane a run for his money. I imagine Tony saw me sitting there slack-jawed and got quite a kick out of it. After the set, he introduced me to Stephanne, who was sweet as could be. One thing I will never forget— he had the most gentle handshake. In a daze, I was ready for the evening to wind down.
Not so fast— Tony herded us into a cab and we headed for the West Side, where we were summarily plunked down at another jazz club, and out walked a 75-year old Joe Venuti. Like Tony in his later years, Joe was only slightly cowed by age, and still swingin’— hard. I was, of course, over the moon.
It was a night I’ll remember all my life. Thank you Tony.
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wickedgamcs · 1 year ago
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✧   ⸻   [  mason gooding,  cis male,  he/him  ]     ;     congratulations on surviving the parapet, cadet hendrix garrison, and welcome to the rider’s quadrant ! at twenty-three years old, you should know exactly what it takes to make it to graduation, especially being so poised and ruthless. though, i do suppose your tendencies to be impulsive and fickle may make it hard to survive until threshing. other cadets say you remind them of training till you can’t feel your body anymore, rising early to make sure you beat out the competition and a smile that doesn’t ever quite reach your face, but we’ll have to see how true that is. remember: if you want a dragon — earn one.  
THE BASIC NEED TO KNOWS:
full  name: hendrix baleford garrison
age: twenty-three.
height: 6'2
sexuality: pansexual & single.
parents: majors in the navarrian army.
siblings: a deceased older brother.
role: first year
dragon: not yet earned.
negative traits: whoopsied people from existence even before he had crossed the parapet in *training*, has no moral compass and loves having an underdog to pick on, mommy & daddy issues, doesn't believe that just anyone should have the right to earn a dragon.
positive traits: will not break the codex, respects dragons above all else, once he's picked a person will defend till forever, is rather charismatic when needed.
A SHORT INTRO:
two sons, two chances at success, when the first was a failure and didn't make it past the gauntlet let alone to threshing, the weight was placed on hendrix to continue to family name.
was raised as a career rider, no doubt in anyones mind he will be the top of each class.
sometime around his early teens he realises that his parents love is conditional on his achievement, it's a sport to them and he get's nasty for the first time in his life.
it's his first 'accident' in training that really get's him though when he comes home bloodied and bruised and he can see that his parents are prouder of him than they have ever been.
when his time came to entre the riders quadrant he knew the message without it being said, come home a rider or don't come home at all.
each cadet he has to take down is just another notch on his untraditional bed post and why should be apologise for being a monster? no one every apologised for making him one.
inspired by: cato ( thg), draco malfoy, eric ( divergent. )
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cabbagepatch47 · 2 years ago
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The Rock Slump of 2010s and 2020s
Just listened to the ‘Rock This’ playlist on spotify followed by the ‘Rock Out’ playlist, both of which boast the best in new rock and the rock of today etc. I felt physically ill, I could only listen to a couple seconds of the five songs I listened to before my ears compelled me to skip. The songs compiled of pop songs that had features from traditionally rock artists, loud guitar with extremely soft indie voices, songs that triple j would try to pass off as rock ( even though they are definitely pop/indie- sticky fingers sounding *gag sound*), some poor imitation of a past rock genre or just the most boring song you have ever heard. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH ROCK?!/?! Maybe I’m narrow minded as to what my definition of rock is, but it's so poppy and indie? While there are bands that can be found on these playlists that have that classic rock feel mixed in with a newer sound, (Teen Jesus and the Jean Teasers, Bully, FIDLAR, Momma and Meet Me @ The Altar just to name few - took me half an hour to sift through the aforementioned playlists to find songs that I would genuinely add to my playlist) the majority is already popular bands (Paramore, Smashing Pumpkins), non-rock songs, tiktok formulated crap and indie-rock. I'm not trying to shit on indie rock, but to me it just doesn't have that certain something that other rock genres have, i feel as though it should just be classified as indie. Am I just a stickler, an old 67 yr old white guy crying out “back in my day”? Maybe I’m not searching hard enough or maybe we are in a The Rock Slump. 
The goddamed Rock Slump has been occurring since the early 2010s, there hasn't been a decade-defined rock genre since the 2000s. I mean since the ‘creation’ of rock in the 1950s, there has been a consistent rock takeover, with it moulding into a different sound with each decade. The 1950s housed the rhythm and blues (which would eventually be coined as  rock n roll) and legends like Chuck Berry, Little Richard and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (Pelvis). The 1960s saw the rise of the rock band and the rise in popularity of sub-genres (folk rock, psych rock). Notable mentions of the 1960s: The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Bob Dylan, The Zombies, Cream and The Rolling Stones. Queen, Fleetwood Mac, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, David Bowie, ACDC, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, Patti Smith, The Sex Pistols, The Clash, Talking Heads, DEVO, Blondie, The Velvet Underground, Gary Numan, Depeche Mode, The Cure, New Order, The Stone Roses, My Bloody Valentine, Nirvana, Mudhoney, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Hole, Alice in Chains, Pulp, Oasis, Blur, Suede, Supergrass, Foo Fighters, The Verve, Silverchair, The Cranberries, Weezer, The Offspring, Green Day, Rage Against the Machine, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Nine Inch Nails, Limp Bizkit (lol, i had to), Radiohead, The Strokes, Franz Ferdinand, Arctic Monkeys, The White Stripes and so many more. I mean I could keep going. These are all iconic bands that anyone who listens to music can recognise. And while there are some pretty cool post-punk acts coming out of Ireland and the UK (Fontains DC, Black Midi, The Murder Capital and Wet Leg (don't kill me, they make good music)), they're still in the early stages of their success and its still pretty bare bones when looking at whats topping the charts (of which hardly any songs are rock). I cringe thinking about the sudden pop-punk that is happening right now with MGK and Yungblud, however Good 4 U does manage to get my head banging- even though I would classify Olivia Rodrigo as a pop artist. I mean what has happened to Rock in recent years? Lots of music critics and writers chalk it up to the massive rise in hip hop's popularity in the 2010s, while I think that's part of the reason, I also think that hip hop and rock have coexisted for a long time, hip hop cannot be the soul reason for the decline in rock. Sometimes Rock and Hip Hop even have a baby (Childish Gambino). 
Is Rock the new Jazz? Will it ever come back? The current state of rock as shown by the Spotify playlists that caused this whole rant is depressing. The post-punk burst is promising but the pop-punk revival is brain-grating. Please god if you're there, birth us a new rock genre, I will be forever grateful. Maybe I am just mad that I missed out on some of the best years in music or maybe i'm seeing it through rose coloured glasses because I wasn't around for the shit and have 24/7 access to the gold. Was that too visual? Maybe I'm coming down from a Daisy Jones and the Six high? Maybe i'm just that annoying that im a ‘wish they were born in the 70s’ type of person
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astroowl1103 · 2 years ago
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Brian May: Queen of Clubs by Rosemary Horide
Freddie - Roger - John - Rosemary Horide Interview
Transcript:
If you've managed to tear your eyes away from Freddie Mercury when Queen are on stage you'll notice the group's brilliant lead guitarist, Brian May. Brian stands to the side of the stage, only occasionally spotlighted, but providing an imposing prescence.
Off stage he's quiet, charming and almost totally involved in his music. When fortunes are being told. Clubs are closely linked with creativity - and as Brian's creativity is such an integral part of Queen's songwriting and performing, he's my Queen of Clubs.
Brian was born on 19 July 1947, in Hampton, Middlesex. "Then for the next seventeen years or so of my life I lived in the Feltham area, until I went to college".
The college in question was Imperial College, London, years later to be the scene of one of Queen's most triumphant gigs.
"I actually did a degree in physics, and afterwards there was an opportunity to do astronomy, so I took a course in infra red astronomy. The worst aspect of our success at the moment is that I have a Ph.D. thesis that's seven eighths written, and I just can't find the time to finish it off."
Once that is done, Brian will be entitled to call himself Doctor May! But even while he was studying, Brian's hopes weren't set on an academic future.
"I always knew that if I had a chance to take up music seriously I'd jump at it. For years I listened to everyone who played guitar, and copied them all. That's nothing to be ashamed of, it's a stage everyone has to go through.
"I listened to Hendrix, Clapton, Jeff Beck - we used to have competitions at school to see who could play the fastest. I'd watch to see how they did it, and the practise for hours until I could do it myself.
"Then suddenly, about the time the Cream stopped playing I stopped listening to guitarists."
Brian's love of the guitar led him to build his own, with a bit of help from his dad. "I had no tools, so every bit of it was done by hand. It took most of my spare time for a couple of years. I even wound the pick-ups myself - from miles and miles of wire."
Now there's creativity for you! Writing material, playing it yourself and building your own instrument. Brian's love affair with the guitar is very important to him.
"My whole thing about the guitar is notes that play themselves - just burst forth. People have compared me to Jimmy Page, but he's more a Clapton-type guitarist. Clapton's notes die away, where Beck's are different. I've never forgotten a one-note solo he played."
Apart from music, Brian doesn't like talking about himself. Like many other "Cancer" people he's gentle and home loving. Sometimes he's so kind that people take advantage of him. But when it comes to important decisions about Queen he can be stubborn - club him mentally all you will, he won't give in.
Brian is a founder member and one of Queen's greatest strengths - the strong silent type if you like. As one of the four Queens he's indispensable.
From: Live at the Rainbow (Deluxe Box Set)
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lolanotfound · 3 months ago
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8/12/24
Mind ReMapping is a discipline for those willing to travel along its roads that are less taken. These paths for the most part are impossible, but as untouched real estate of Time its streets are paved with GOLD.
These are the rules should you wish to enter:
1. Life is a class so make sure your Mind is in full attendance.
2. Lack of money is sometimes a good thing, it draws out fundamental weaknesses in character that until revealed, is hidden behind illusions of accepted success.
3. You must observe the worst versions of yourself, to know the authentic person you want to become. This is how we find humility.
4. People don’t really follow fame and status, it is examples of leadership which people admire.
5. To be a leader you have to be willing to be the first, braving storms in the face of rejection and mockery so that they can see who to follow when the North Star of TIME appears over the horizon.
6. The Mind is both a language and a figment of Imagination & TIME.
7. What we call the Mind is both a Black & White hole, this means heaven and hell are the same location but Time is what changes their meaning.
8. Every Mind is a synthesis of TIME, meaning we are Meta Physically coded.
9. Time has more than 1 directional path, it has 129600 permutations every second. This is why Imagination is more important than logic.
10. TIME is the ONLY currency that matters, we all have the same 24 hrs, and this is as fair as life gets, but those who are creative, can distort and stretch Time in new directions.
11. We presume that we use earth’s natural resources to sustain our lives, where in fact, the earth and its resources, use us. The Mind is a LOOP, simply giving the impression of Thinking, as illusions of choice, whereas nature doesn’t need to think because it is intuitive.
12. Thinking and Thought are life tests. They are discernments given by Consciousness deciding which species it wants to keep and which to disregard, so keep your creativity sharp.
13. Every periodical element existed before us, thus, they carry ancestral knowledge within molecules of time, including the molecules in our physical bodies. These are the Akashic Records.
14. Fundamentally, we all have 2 personalities, the external, we think is the internal, and the internal which we think is external. You have been Inverted, believing prospects of Good and Evil are conflicts, but they are the same.
15. Synthesised Minds are programmed to be counter intuitive/instinctive.
16. Fear is not a weakness, but fear are instinctive strengths emanating from the navel region of the body.
17. Neither fighting nor fleeing fear is appropriate, instead, we are supposed to yield or wield fear.
18. What we call the Mind, are Imaginative Mirrors of Perception, reflecting TIME of the Past, Present & Future that run concurrently.
19. We share the same natural resources that once sustained every great Mind that has ever lived, located in you as TIME.
20. You have the makings of an original Mind. We have already had a Tesla, Musk, Eistein, Beethoven, Hendrix etc. Copying, mimicking or cloning ideas are for those without IMAGINATION.
These are a few of the infinite discoveries of Mind ReMapping because knowledge has no end, but first you have to Invert and orientate your Mind the right way up.
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jackrussle · 4 months ago
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Beach boys ranking, for myself
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Can't talk about. Might be the best album ever made, I** believe it is but I'm trying not to be blinded by bias. But I mean...
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Transcendental, unapproached, listening to it is peeking into something that couldn't have been else the world would have ended idk, sometimes it feels like that.
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So ahead of its time that ppl still don't fuck with it. Imo its singular, no imitations bc people wouldn't know what the hell they're imitating. I think after pet sounds, not including smile session (released in 2011), its their best. 2 of the best pop songs ever made among tracks like "wind chimes" and "little pad" and "fall breaks and back to winter". So much psychedelic music of the 60s has a grandiosity, the supposed ego death is very huge and important, but smiley smile is as relevant to the present as it was to the past bc it has none of that twining, muzzy, philosophizing psychedelia of cream or jimi hendrix (luv all that, not devaluing it). smiley smile is hanging out, getting high, giggling, getting scared, and then experiencing a huge but sparing moment of revelation and creativity. It's not "getting at" something real about acid and getting stoned, it's already there. The beach boys stripped themselves, intentionally or not, of fame, what sounds good, what sounds acceptable, whats cool, whats not, whats success, whats failure, saying something or saying nothing. whispering, repetitious, thoughtfulness turning into silliness turning into fear turning into marvel, articulate and then making no sense at all.
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The sweetest possible follow up to smiley smiles acidic cackling, so easy to listen to. Hugely irrelevant to anything happening in mainstream 1968 music. Another example imo of the 60s failing itself, leaving something as nice and understanding as this dead in the water. Another lofi grand dad like smiley smile, something that in retrospect makes it sound rly hip 🏄‍♂️❤️
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Tied with friends right now...the "it's so over" album of all time. Already posted about it. 2 of my fav songs ever on it, "til I die" and "surfs up", easy argument that surfs Up is top 10 songs everrrrr
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It's controversial of me to like this as much as I do, I just love the "mental hospital band at the talent show" vibe. Carl's vocals are insane, it's approach to r&b is off putting, it's a crazy feeling album while not being crazy at all, in fact its a bit dull and weird. But it's not distasteful or bad, which the boys are very capable of being. It's a fun oddball album that I love, subjectively 😭 the boys are fussing around and having an easy time with it, it reminds me of Daniel Johnson or r Stevie Moore. If it was recorded on a cassette bedroom pop heads would go crazy for it
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It can do no wrong 🏄‍♀️🏄‍♂️🏄‍♀️🏄‍♂️🏝🏖🏝🏖🏝🏖🌞🌞🥥🥥🥥🥥🍋‍🟩🥥🥥🍋‍🟩🥥🍋‍🟩
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I haven't lived with this album like I have the ones I've ranked above it, there's some tracks I'm bored by. Im thinking 'what this is doing? I know it's being done better elsewhere, " but the Fandom swears by sunflower so I'm going to be patient with it. Some all timers tho, "forever" "all I wanna do" and "dierdra" all eerily contemporary
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Haven't listened to this all the way through more than once but what I've heard is complete madness and I know ill love it
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Definitely the worst beach boys album I've listened to several times and tried to love. It has a sinister, anxious energy, the effort they made to recreate their old sound is vacuous and lethargic, not respectable. I like the track "I went to sleep" and "time to get alone" and ofc I love "our prayer" and "cabin essence" but the Manson song is on this 1 and it's immediately followed by "our prayer". Depressing.
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