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DELIVERANCE - Neon Chaos In A Junk-Sick Dawn
Un premier EP « Doomsday, please » (2013) puis un premier album « CHRST » (2017) et un 6 titres « Holocaust 26:1-46 » (2020) permettront de statuer la sculpture sonique et l’ossature du quatuor Deliverance, composé désormais de Pierre Duneau (Chant, clavier, ex-Memories of a dead man) et Etienne Sarthou (Guitare et choeurs, ex-AqME), Sacha Février à la basse et Fred Quota (Batterie, ex-BLVL).
Dans ce second long format via les Acteurs de l’ombre, la musique est composée par Etienne Sarthou, les textes sont de Pierre Duneau, l’enregistrement et le mixage ont été réalisés par Etienne Sarthou au Hemlig Studio de Saint-Ouen. Le mastering a été réalisé par Magnus Lindberg (Cult of Luna) au Redmount Studio à Stockholm. L'artwork est l’œuvre de Pauline Talarn.
Deliverance va puiser dans les profondeurs sludgy de son black metal, et vient peroxyder des contrastes de styles musicaux tel que le rock psychédélique des 70's, directement dans la fusion de sa musique. Le groupe se donne l’ambition avant-gardiste de repousser ses limites, pour donner corps et vie à sa centrifugeuse créatrice. Le groupe vient happer à son paroxysme « ce reflet complexe d’une vision intime de l’enfer sous le prisme de l’addiction » comme il le nomme à propos de "Neon chaos in a junk-sick dawn"
L’album est porteur d’un post-Black Metal expérimental jusqu'au-boutiste. Si l’écriture des textes s’est déroulée dans un lieu clos durant de longues nuits d'insomnie au 4ème étage d'un immeuble, dans une pièce isolée, la musique, elle, apporte une impression d’ouverture, d’immersion, et cette intériorité est une lutte intestine par rapport aux textes. Une sensation diffuse tout au long d’un opus passionnant, qui fait allégeance aux brumes de l’inconnu et à la blessure insistance des addictions et tentatives de désintoxication.
Ce disque calcine profondément en une immense expérience sensorielle, comme des forêts et des terres de brousse s'étendant sur des milliers de kilomètres brûlées jusqu'aux os, de la terre à la mer. II corrode une lune sans miel, et catapulte une kyrielle de monstrueux cailloux qui dérivent dans le ciel.
Le groupe vient nous apporter la charge d’une existence terrassée, pauvres crânes menacés que nous sommes dans la nuit de nos tourments, et c’est bien là que Deliverance vient butiner son corps musical pendant 1H02, dans cette flétrissure de mort lente, sublimant dans chacun de ses titres une bataille de démons tortueux, de tempête en pleine obscurité, prêt à broyer la noirceur dans les ténèbres rugissants, accordant dans son délire ascensionnel l’imposante capacité de vous faire ployer à son élévation musicale.
Il y a un très gros travail sur la densité, sur la palette sonore avec notamment plusieurs effets sonores, et même parfois sur la voix dans « Neon Chaos ».
« Neon Chaos In A Junk-Sick Dawn » est un astre de brisure fauve, strié de branches obscures et minérales. L’album suit la figure mystique des ténèbres car elle lui montre la lumière des étoiles, avec la morsure de l’obscurité. Un peu comme si de gros nuages lourds et sombres monopolisaient le ciel, dans des teintes de gris et de bleu nuit, et que ce vaste magma nuageux était percé en son sein d'une trouée de bleu océane épousant l'éther, et à son pourtour le scintillement d'une écaille de lumière divine.
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CH. 1 - BLACK LIPSTICK, VIOLET LACE.
TW (+16): SMUT— teasing, semi-public sex, praising, reader and mikasa fight for dominance, god(ess) complex.
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A/N: i’m back into writing again—fresh new start. i needed to re-take this series again. i couldn’t resist leaving blvl mikasa. she was haunting me. enjoy ;)
A woman has her enchants.
Mikasa Ackerman is no exception.
She is the definition of captivating—and she knew that. She used that fact like it was the last bullet on her gun, the same arrow that she used to hunt, the knife she sharpened each day after fulfilling her duty: devouring her miserable prey.
Beautiful, plump lips and captivating onyx eyes that made every man and woman put their attention on her, angelic voice making them fall in love just how a siren could bring every men to their knees as her ethereal voice sounded on their ears, and a breathtaking body that could've fallen from heaven itself.
So many delicate features for a merciless woman like her.
But she had something more up her sleeve. If her captivating looks couldn't make you fall on your knees for her, she had something that not so many people owned.
Her aura.
Something about her presence made everyone feel vulnerable. Their voices stuttered, so many eyes tried to avoid hers, their bodies sweated, feeling afraid enough to not approach her unless she wanted to. They were mere pawns on her little game, innocent humans that didn't know what spell she could cast on them to make them go obsessed with her.
And she did this all for the simple purpose of feeling her blood pump on her heart with so much explosiveness, to draw a devilish smile on her soft lips, to have anyone at her mercy and to treate them as how they deserved—as slaves for her.
There was only one person that she couldn't handle how she wanted to, and that made her furious but at the same time, she felt desire.
Desire to hunt that prey—to take their freedom away and make them succumb to her spell, to watch them squirm under her, to turn them into her slave and make them know that she's the only one they could ever serve.
And that person was you.
You were so fucking careless it made her blood boil everytime she saw you ignoring her when she moved around you, the fact that you were the only one that couldn't fall for her was stupid. she made sure to use every spell she knew to haunt you and make you go obsessed with her, she wasn't going to let you ignore her.
She couldn't handle it, but she put a smile on her face, waving at you every single day and talking with you when she had the chance. After some time, she started to think that you were the one who haunted her.
She didn't care anymore for any of her pawns. she let them live without having to adore her every day—some of them left her side, but most of them stayed around her like her little pets.They wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to feel her.
Little did they know that the only one who could do that to her was you. And she was going to do everything she could to have you between her legs as soon as possible.
She was hungry, and she craved having your lips against hers.
What she didn't notice was that you knew that she wanted you as bad as you wanted her. In fact, her magic worked on you—she was the main character in your dreams every night when you fell asleep, she showed you what she wanted to do to you in the most merciless ways, always leaving you wanting more after you woke up.
The sexual tension between you two was so obvious to everyone else, even to mikasa's fans, which were furious with the fact that you could taste her whenever you wanted. and Mikasa was waiting for you to make the first move.
And you did.
Slamming the bathroom door with just the two of you there, bodies touching and her black eyes greedily looking at your mouth, biting her black lipstick lips and smirking at the thought of what was about to happen—that's what made you smack your lips furiously against hers.
She smiled against the kiss, seconds before she took the lead and grabbed your hips to pull you close to her, putting her left leg in the middle of your thighs to have you at your mercy. but you had other plans.
Your fingers touched softly her exposed thighs while she kissed you, now slowly, taking her time with you and exploring every inch of your mouth. fingertips making contact with her little black skirt, your positioned your hand under the skirt, touching her ass cheek—which made her chuckle as you massaged it.
"This is what you wanted, wasn't it?" breath against your neck, licking her lips slowly before trailing wet kisses from your jawline to your collarbone, "To touch me and have my lips against yours, huh".
"Mhmm" you murmured before capturing her lips again. something about them made you want more and more every time you abandoned them. "Bet you wanted this, too. how does it feel having exactly what you want whenever you desire it?"
"I can't lie" she said, exhaling deeply as now you were taking your time with her, trailing down your kisses from her pretty lips to her neckline "It feels amazing".
Tugging the hem of her black top, your eyes connected to hers, expecting her reaction to your needy action. She smiled again and taking off her top, your vision went straight to her perky breasts cupped on a beautiful violet lace bra.
You could've knelt in front of her at that exact moment, you could've shown her that you were another slave for her and that you were there to please her and nothing more—but you weren't going to do that.
Instead, you smirked. mikasa already knew you were going to be hard to control, or even better, to dominate. You were just as wild and free as she was, tough and difficult to approach but an excellent hunter—always saving the best part of the meal for the end. And she knew you were going to use her. you both were aware of the fact that it was a battle between two hungry and wild beasts.
"Wearing lace to class?" you muttered, pressing your lips on her breasts and making her breath hitch "So naughty" you smiled, smacking her ass and making her moan.
You felt your blood rush through your veins after hearing for the first time what Mikasa's moans sounded like. a whimper of pleasure followed by a grin that made you lose control—that was the only thing you needed to prove that this was real, that you were really going to fuck Mikasa Ackerman, the merciless woman who had everyone behind her back trying to touch her like you were doing it right now, to make her moan like you just did and to show her heaven—or hell—over and over again.
This time you were the one grabbing her hips and cornering her against the wall. You gently touched her already wet cunt, stimulating her clit and seeing her legs shake with excitement. a few breathy moans left her lips when you slid one finger inside of her, and her whimpers stopped when you pressed your lips against hers. Her tongue slowly explored your mouth, and you just couldn't help but imagine how good she must be using that muscle between your thighs.
"Someone may hear us if you keep moaning like that" you whispered, breaking the kiss and prepping her to receive your second finger "So keep your mouth shut"
In another life, maybe one where you would be one of her dear followers, you would be dead by now if you ever said that to her.
No one had the guts to tell her what to do. she earned such a high reputation, everyone respected her even if they weren't interested in her—which was weird. You were with her or against her, it was your choice to stay or to leave.
"It'll be your fault anyways" she said trying to catch her breath. She had slept with so many people yet the only one who was making her feel so excited and horny was you. She wondered how the hell she lived until this day without having someone who knew how to touch her the way a woman like her deserved.
"My fault?" you raised an eyebrow at her statement "Don’t act like you weren't the one haunting my dreams since you decided to be obsessed with me"
She chuckled, but not for so long as you finally slid your second finger inside of her, making her whimper. You were the one chuckling now.
"Oh, so you knew about that" caressing your face just to kiss you again, Mikasa felt how her orgasm was about to appear. you pumped your fingers inside her in a way that she couldn't describe—it was just how she liked it "F-fuck, how are you so good at this?"
"You could say that i memorized every single one of your weak points while you were in my dreams—i guess it's working"
Mikasa threw her head back, sign that you took to kiss her exposed neck and keep the stimulation going down between her thighs. you imagined how she would look after reaching her orgasm—would she just close her eyes and smile, knowing that she got what she wanted? would she bite her lip? would she exhale?
You wanted to know.
Your left hand caressed her body from her breasts to her thick thighs, taking your time to remember with all of your senses her body, her touch and her angelic moans. Never in your entire life you could've imagined this exact scenario happening. Not here, not now, not with her. You were still wondering how you ended up here, with your fingers inside of her, touching her body and kissing her soft lips.
"S-shit!" she muttered, black eyes watering from the waves of pleasure she was feeling with your movements and soft kisses on her neck "I’m gonna-“
Speeding up your finger movements, your thumb made slow, deadly movements on her clit. For the first time in her life, Mikasa was lost in the pleasure you were giving her. she knew you were going to be a deadly prey, the most difficult yet the worthiest one. The black-haired woman didn't care anymore if she was looking too vulnerable.
This is what she wanted.
And the game just started, it was her turn to move.
Seconds after her warning, you felt her walls clenching on your fingers and her soft little whimpers made you realize she just reached her climax. You just made her cum for the first time, she practically was yours now.
Which meant that she was hunted by her own objective. now, you were the one with power and she was the weak and poor beast that was trapped.
She looked so peaceful, so angelic and tired. Astrand of hair on her face covered her eyes and you could even see a faint blush on her cheeks. Her eyes were closed, her breath was calm and she seemed to be tired after her first real orgasm.
That's at least what you thought.
"Take off your fucking clothes, right now"
You arched an eyebrow at her command, but you obeyed and all of your clothes were on the floor in just a second.
Her face was now as serious as always, she didn't look like she was squirming and reaching her orgasm a minute ago thanks to your fingers. she wasn't the same—it was like there were two different versions of her.
The first one was the one who whimpered and moaned your name a few minutes ago, clenching around your fingers and grinding her hips to search for her own pleasure. The soft and calm version after her climax and the peaceful look on her face made you think she was the one being hunted.
The second version of herself was the real one. The one you saw everyday. The stoic, serious and bossy side of mikasa ackerman. That was her real identity, the thing that made her so desirable and followed.
Mikasa's mischievous chuckle brought you back to reality and your sight went down to where she was: on her knees, pulling your panties aside and having a hungry look on her face.
That was the real Mikasa Ackerman—the one with the hungry and lust-filled eyes.
Her index finger teased your entrance, making your hips move to cause some friction to relieve that eagerness, which made Mikasa laugh and finally introduce her finger inside you, after stimulating your clit and making sure you were wet for her.
"Look at how wet you are," she smirked, "is this all for me, huh?"
You silently closed your eyes, avoiding her question and just focusing on the amazing feeling of having her inside of you, even if it was just her finger—that was enough for you to get lost.
"Keep your eyes open, baby" she said, moving her finger and pumping it inside of you "I wanna see your pretty eyes cry for me"
You would never cry for a woman like her. You never cried for anyone who didn't deserve it, and even if you did, you still felt like it wasn't okay. Mikasa Ackerman wasn't worthy of your tears, she wasn't worthy of your body but she already had you exactly how she wanted. She lost her ego just to see you like this, she used every single spell she knew to have you squirm under her touch and prayed for your attention.
She looked for the prey, and she found it—simple as that.
Her face was now between your legs, she removed her finger to use both of her hands to grab your thighs and spread your legs wide enough to let her tongue lay on your wet cunt, savouring your juices and finally eating her prey—you—out. Gasping, you quickly felt how her tongue movements were painfully making you fall for her.
"Please, Mikasa" you whispered “Give me more!"
How could someone like her be so good at making you beg for more?
That was so pathetic. Watching you beg for her was awful, you shouldn't let her know that she was handling you better than you could.
Mikasa didn't obey because you wanted to—She did it for her own pleasure. She ate you out like it was the last thing she was going to do, she made sure to drive you crazy and to bring you heaven and hell at the same time just for you.
She was excited to make you hers, to have you as her most precious soul and touch you over and over again until you both were tired. She never felt this way for someone before, and she didn't want to pressure herself: whatever she wants, regardless of how and when, she was going to have it and she didn't care if she didn't deserve it or if it was impossible.
When Mikasa Ackerman wants something, she always gets it.
You whispered her name and begged for her a billion times to let you cum, to release all the tension that was building up thanks to her tongue and to set free. She loved hearing you beg for her, it was her favorite thing and she wished to hear that not only in that moment, but in other ones too. She wasn't going to leave you alone after this.
You were completely hers, you knew it, and she did too.
"Lemme cum, mikasa" you begged again, feeling that familiar knot in your lower stomach building up "Please, I just want that"
Her tongue licked your clit up a few more times before she decided to introduce her two fingers inside of you. You didn't even notice it, as she continued to eat you out while pumping her fingers inside of you.
At that moment, you didn't care if someone could hear you. even if there wasn't anyone in the bathroom at that moment, you weren't going to suppress your moans. You were too fucked up to shut your mouth, and, to be honest, you wanted to enjoy this moment.
"Faster, please—go faster!"
Mikasa fell in love with your moans. It was her favorite melody and she was so fucking proud to be the one making you feel so good.
"Almost there, baby" she smiled "You’re such a good girl for me. So pretty...you're so fucking perfect for me, fuck"
You let out a high-pitched moan after hearing her, and you weren't far from reaching your climax. Your breath was erratic and your eyes half-closed: mikasa's perfect view.
At one point, you questioned why you were there. Why you were getting fucked by her and what did you do to her. That last thing was something you wished to know, because she could have anyone she wants and she decided to be with you right now. You tried to not think about it, as your orgasm was about to hit you like a truck.
"Oh, you're coming?" she removed her fingers and started eating you out again "Fuck it—that's it (y/n), come for me”.
“M-Mikasa!” you trembled.
“C’mon, baby, you can do it”
Just seconds after she gave you permission to do it, you reached your long awaited orgasm. and in fact, it did hit you like a truck. Her tongue was full of your juices, and Mikasa couldn't be happier about it. She finally did what she wanted most: to make you hers. Watching you cum all over her tongue was something she day dreamed of every single day, and she finally got that.
She wasn't sure about what was going to happen next. But what she knew is that you couldn't escape each other now.
The game ends when she decides it.
Kissing you one more time, she gently touched your body, appreciating you in that vulnerable state of bliss and absolute pleasure. Her kisses were now sweet and soft like a feather, nothing like her hungry, desperate ones a few moments ago. She had you all by herself now, and instead of ruining you forever, she decided to keep you and take care of you, just like how you deserved it.
Mikasa was never one for relationships before. She found them gross and a turn-off. But she couldn't deny the fact that she started thinking about that term when she met you and saw that you were her type. She wasn't bothered by the thought of you being everyday with her. To be honest, she craved more of you now that she already tasted you.
You quickly dressed yourself up as the bathroom door opened. freaking out, Mikasa also put her black top on and fixed her skirt, as well with her black hair. On the other hand, you looked like a fucking mess in front of her.
Minutes after hearing the bathroom door opening, it finally closed, meaning that you were alone again now.
"You were good, (y/n). I liked that'' she confessed, a smile on her face and looking at you while you buttoned up your shirt. She chuckled.
"You too, Ackerman" you smiled, still a bit lost and feeling ecstatic "You should go to you class now, we don't want someone suspecting about us"
She nodded, and giving you another kiss on your lips, she got out of the bathroom. But before that, she made sure to let you know that this wasn't going to be the last time you did something like this. She craved for more and of course, she's going to get what she wants.
When you finally fixed yourself up, you checked yourself in the mirror to see if something was out of place.
Fuck!
A stain.
Jet black lipstick on your white shirt.
Mikasa Ackerman’s signature lipstick color on you now permanently.
Same black lipstick that made you kiss her until you were breathless.
And a short, violet thread on your arm.
Same violet color lace bra that was the trap that made you a sinner.
She’s always going to be the one having everyone at her mercy, and you weren't the exception.
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Quite possibly the best croissant I've ever had
Plus a most excellent chocolate-hazelnut croissant (bottom of lower left pic - whole nuts on top, a delightful layer of crushed hazelnut spread under the chocolate top, and just-dark-enough chocolate hazelnut filling. Heavenly!
Finally, I have here to eat during the rest of the day a very crisp and tasty palmier which is larger than my hand.
(others ate/are eating: kouign-amann, lemon poppyseed muffin, cardamom puff, and some apparently excellent coffee.)
(bonus: literally two short blocks from where we are staying. Unfortunately for me, they're only open one day that we are here - they're only open F/Σ/S)
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Chocolate croissant from BLVL in Portland, ME. Check this blog!
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@Delilah, do you truly think you'd be happy if Helena never wanted you as more than a sister again for the rest of your lives?
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Delilah sat there baking in the HOT TEXAS SUN just unmoving from the little step that led up and in to the family trailer. BLACK EYEBALLS were just staring into the VOID. There was no water. No counting. No scratching. NO BLOOD. All seemed well… right? Nah she was just DEAD INSIDE. Wasn’t the first time. Wouldn’t be the last. Of course those other times had come after PANIC ATTACKS rather than WAKING UP. But this was CERTAINLY a special circumstance. Reply was born more from INGRAINED POLITENESS than from having a single clue. But with the little bit of pain that SPARKED in her heart at the mention of Helena she had some ideas. So she looked up – SQUARE DEAD IN THE EYES. And said…
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Chocolate croissant from BLVL in Portland, ME.
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BLACK LIPSTICK, VIOLET LACE
goth! mikasa ackerman x female reader
the story about the woman who crawled to earth to free herself, but ended up being the slave she promised to forget she was.
“i like you enough to destroy you,
tear you down”
TW (+16): possessiveness, god complex, blood, stalking, manipulation, death, reincarnation, delusions, sacrifices. smut in some chapters.
➞ small inspiration from various myths to explain the origin of some characters and scenes.
➞ all of this is fiction!
AVAILABLE ON AO3 TOO!
—CHAPTERS
CH. 1 - BLACK LIPSTICK, VIOLET LACE
CH. 2 - THE DEVIL’S ALWAYS A WOMAN (SOON)
CH. 3 - SWEAR ON YOUR SOUL
CH. 4 - HOLD YOUR BREATH
…more chapters in the works!
—ADDITIONAL
BLVL!PLAYLIST (in the works)
TAGLIST (open!)
this was a previous series made in my old acc, mikasasmoochie.
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James Baldwin : the price of the ticket / a Karen Thorsen production in association with Maysles Films, Inc. & WNET, New York ; directed by Karen Thorsen ; produced by Karen Thorsen & William Miles ; written by Karen Thorsen, Douglas K. Dempsey. (OCLC #25112025)
This title is biographical in nature, as indicated in the subject headings:
600 10 ǂa Baldwin, James, ǂd 1924-1987. 650 _0 ǂa African American authors ǂy 20th century ǂv Biography. 650 _0 ǂa Civil rights workers ǂz United States ǂv Biography.
If this were a Book record (for example, with Type: a for Language material and BLvl: m for monograph), there would be a position in the fixed fields used to designate this (Biog = 008/34, 006/17); as this is a Visual materials record, fixed fields are used to record other data specific to the format, such as running time (in minutes), and technique (live action or animated?).
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