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inkabelledesigns · 1 month
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Hey guys, I've been wanting to make videos about my Doll Customization process for years (think the kind of stuff you see from Dollightful, Enchanterium, etc, but with a bit more storytelling), but I've always fumbled on where to start. So today, I'm putting up a poll for you guys to choose who comes first!
Need more details before you vote? Wanna know what would these doll videos be about? Here's what I'm thinking!
Twisted Alice - She's a remake of my first doll custom, so I foresee this video being about how I got into the hobby and my love of this character.
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Kat Alyst - This is my persona doll, a fun loving storyteller fairy. This video would likely be an introduction to me and who I am as an artist.
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Auran Dulce - This doll is my nutcracker ballerino. He's an original character that's really important to me, and this video would likely focus on telling his story.
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Sass the Snake Kwami - This doll is a gjinka I did of Sass from Miraculous Ladybug, and a part of a collab. He's also the first doll I ever made using Mr. Super Clear as my sealant. He was originally planned to be my first doll video, but I never went through with it. His video would likely be a retrospective in how my process has changed.
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Thank you so much for reading and voting! I can't wait to hear your thoughts!
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angelofthepage · 1 year
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BATDR Theorizing Stream: 7:30 pm EST (11-10-2022)
https://youtube.com/channel/UC4K-HQm0Ltcb_liTMZseRGA
Hey peeps, hope you're doing well! It's been a heck of a week, and I've been overwhelmed with a lot to do, but I'm taking tonight to do something fun and try something new. I'm gonna be gathering up our teasers for BATDR, the books, and the other Bendy games to speculate on what might be going on in our next game. I don't think they're done teasing the game yet, but this is the only time I can do this before the game comes out proper (plus it's Splatfest this weekend, I gotta give my other favorite inky game some attention xD).
Hope to see you in the chat tonight! This is an open invitation for everyone to come in for a chill time theorizing. I will be putting a list of community guidelines in my video description to keep things respectful and appropriate, as I'd like this to be a fun and positive experience for everyone. Please be sure to read it when the stream is up and follow the rules. Warning, there WILL be spoilers for all of the Bendy media currently out.
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katalystfans · 3 years
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First Post!
Hello!! This blog is going to showcase the amazing photographer and model Kat ALYST! She is my favorite artist so far and I follow her since I was 13. Now Im 16 and want to make photography my passion!!! Here are some photos I love coming up next. ENJOY EVERYONE!!
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katinthecloudz · 4 years
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katalystartist · 3 years
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Artist Kat Alyst Debuts First Solo Exhibition with LA WEEKLY
"Someone is trying to tell you something" exhibition debut by artist Kat Alyst. Art Review by LA WEEKLY. Visit: www.instagram.com/katinthecloudz/
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hidewari · 6 years
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Since it's hidekane day can you recommend your favorite hidekane fics from ff net, ao3 and tumblr?
I’ve gotten a couple requests for fanfic recommendations but I kept putting them off so I guess now is as good a time as ever to make a rec list 👍
(There are more but these are just the ones I remember at the moment, so I’ll probably update if I think of any more.)
I’ll Follow You by Naoish
He remembered when he had everything, everything that now felt so far away. Friends, close family, happiness, health. Now all he had was his name. Hideyoshi Nagachika. Hide for short.
White Noise by @katsuki-army​
In this final stage of the war, Kaneki leads the ghouls and Hide leads the humans. Plans are made together, meals are shared, and peaceful dreams are difficult to come by. It's not supposed to be this hard to trust each other. Yet the wounds run so much deeper than they expect. Maybe bridges are best left burnt. Maybe not everyone deserves a happily ever after.
Blow Out All The Candles by @midori-verte​
His scars had never bothered him before. In fact, he had foolishly worn them as a badge of honour. They were proof of his feelings for Kaneki, proof of what he had done for him.
But the world Hide lived in now was far less forgiving of scars.
Sometimes Miracles Don’t Work by FallenBleedingAngel
Hide buried his face in Kaneki's shoulder to hide the tears rolling down his cheeks.He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing.Hide could only hold Kaneki closer and hope for a miracle with all his heart.
Baby, Don’t Say No by @kat-alystic​
Kaneki was used to running away from all his problems, literally.Three years later, one problem showed up right in front of him when he least expected it, in the form of his Ex-boyfriend that he left years prior without an explanation.And from there, with the help of a bit of alcohol, everything went out of control.
Cantabile Dreams by @fweeble​
Nagachika Hideyoshi loves Kaneki Ken, everyone knows this. Nagachika Hideyoshi loves Kaneki Ken, has since they were children, and will continue to do so until he dies.
Dear You by @fweeble​
He's a liar, thief, and murderer -all ninja are."You shouldn't trust me," he says.Kaneki doesn't.
[Untitled] by @tim-drabble-vault​
They did not speak after Kaneki was saved and reunited with his family and friends alike.Hide was quite aware he was no longer apart of Kaneki’s family after years of separation. So he didn’t make an attempt to approach Kaneki.They did not speak, either, after the war was over. At the moment, there was peace and this alone was quite an extraordinary feat.But Hide - he missed Kaneki terribly.
Coloured Lines by @bestboyyusuke​
Hide always enjoyed the spontaneous irregularities in life, the little things that made every day special on its own. He didn't really expect something as special as the graffiti that had caught his eye instantly and struck something in him though._Graffiti au in which Kaneki is a graffiti artist that fascinates Hide to no end.
You Never Asked by @ayainu​ and @glittery-meme-rabbit​
Hide opens up to Kaneki about his parents and they both realize that they weren't all that different.
I Can’t Go on if You’re Not Here by sunshinehide
Hide found flowers beautiful. They were one of the simple pleasures of life; so, even when he began throwing them up, he couldn't bring himself to hate them. They reminded him too much of Kaneki, beautiful, and trampled by some, but still growing despite the harshness it faced.
Bateleur by @katsuki-army
The Night Circus is an enigma that none have been able to understand. It appears, entertains, then vanishes, and all who have witnessed what lies within have never come out the same. Hide is but one of its various centerpieces, playing the role of a charismatic magician. He soon comes to realize that some roles come with a steep price to pay.
And some bonus non-hidekane, Hide-centric fics which I love:
[Untitled] by @glittery-meme-rabbit​
The baby was crying again.
Nevermind that both him and Chika had to work in the morning, but the stupid kid should learn to sleep. It was Chika’s job to tend to the kid when he was crying. He could tell the difference between him being wet or hungry or just touch starved. To Marude it was all the same noise that kept him from getting at least five hours. Why did they adopt the kid again? Oh, it wasn’t adoption, it was more akin to picking a stray cat up off the street. Only Hideyoshi wasn’t a cat, he was a baby.
A baby who was about to get yelled at if Chika didn’t wake up and shut the damn kid up.
Unintended by @sasassy-writes
When Touka finds Hide after the Raid, she puts up with him for Kaneki's sake, to honour his memory. She didn't expect this sentiment to ever change - until it does.
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searchingthedepths · 6 years
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The Day We First Met
As I said once before, this blog uses a combination of literature, art, and audio to tell its story. What I neglected to say was that it wouldn’t necessarily be in sequential order. This event has happened long before the blog story begins, as Bella is still human here, hasn’t become a searcher yet like in our brief introduction. I’ll be dropping little “chapters” like this from time to time to give you something to pick at. ~Kat Alyst
From the Desk of F.K.E.
“So, what’s your story?”
A young lady sat cross-legged on the Prophet’s weathered desk. She’d taken off her worn newsboy cap and laid it in her lap. Gently she tried to fix her scruffy hair with her hand, but it wouldn’t suffice without a brush. The ink-swallowed man in suspenders that sat in the chair beside her stared at the floor. The mask on his face slipped a little. It was unlike him to not immediately fix it.
“My dear sheep, I’m afraid there’s not much else to say. You claim you heard the tapes that reside on this level. Those hold a majority of my tale, to go any further would be…”
Sammy tapered off into the silence. The girl on the desk hopped down from her spot and hugged him tightly. His ink was sticky, and there was no doubt that it was staining her already filthy clothes, but she didn’t mind. There wasn’t a whole lot she could do, she couldn’t begin to imagine the horrors this studio had faced all that time ago. But that begged the question, why was it all still here? Could it be fixed?
It took Sammy a moment to react. His body stiffened in the girl’s arms, and his heart beat was slow and groggy. He gave her a light tap on the back before removing her from his body.
“I’d advise against that dear sheep. Believe me, you don’t want this stuff on you any more than it already is,” he said.
She lowered her head, glancing over her body. It had already wrecked her pants while searching for a way out, everything was flecked with black. Her left hand had the tiniest bit on it, and even though much time had passed, it was still wet. It was as though the ink could never dry. She looked up at the man and held his shoulder.
“How do I get you out of this?”
“I beg your pardon?” Sammy replied.
“How do I get you out of this?” she said again. There was a determined glow in her eyes, it was as bright as the red pigment that stained the top of her apron. Sammy leaned backwards, her grip still tightly held his shoulder. What little of his face was visible showed bewilderment and confusion.
“Why…why would you want to? I-I don’t understand, what is the meaning of this?” said Sammy.
The girl squeezed his shoulder. “There’s a human underneath all of this. I saw those creatures on the way in. They’re the same as you, aren’t they?”
Sammy hesitated to respond. “Yes, yes they are. But humanity means nothing down here.”
“Well lucky for you, I don’t belong down here. I’m stuck here, there’s no way for me to get out, or any of you for that matter, unless that old man finds what you need him to find. If I’m gonna be trapped, I may as well be useful and give you a hand,” she said. She let go of his shoulder, placing it on her hip.
“My sheep, you’re making a grave mistake. There is no saving us, only the Lord can set us free, and that will only happen if we follow his orders,” Sammy said.
“Do you really believe that?” she retorted.
He couldn’t look her in the eyes.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Look Prophet, I’ve spent most of my life cooped up and wings clipped. This isn’t anything new to me. We both want to pursue new dreams, and we can’t do that unless we get out of this dump. So, if there’s any way I can play ‘divine intervention’ and help your guy get us out of here, I’d love to try it,” she said. She looked rather serious.
 Under the ink, Sammy’s eyebrow was raised. She didn’t really think she was capable of eliminating a demonic curse, did she? But no, he could tell she was intent on trying. Sammy mulled over the options, stroking his chin as he stared at the floor. He knew there was no hope of getting out, and that made the reality of two humans being down here all the worse. There may’ve been a lot of bacon soup before, but Henry had been pounding it in his efforts to stay alive, there wouldn’t be enough to sustain them both. It had already been several days since the girl had fallen here, and he could clearly see the paleness in her face. She looked sickly. It was only a matter of time before either of them died, and while he knew his Lord’s plans would guarantee that Henry survived to a point, he wasn’t certain the same would be allowed for an accidental trespasser. There was no winning. He’d had to help sacrifice so many employees over the years, he didn’t want his conscience stained with another death, especially someone so young. But the only alternative, it was equally extreme. He would never wish the hell he’d be cast in on anyone, no one deserved to live undead. But what choice did he have? Either swallow her or leave her to rot. It wasn’t fair, it just wasn’t fair.
Of course, his Lord would always be happy to have a little more labor on the premises…No Lawrence, don’t think like that, that’s what got you into this mess. Still, how could he justify it? Truth was he couldn’t. He stared at his hands, entranced, his mind blurred. What to do, what to do. There’s got to be something, I can’t go through this again. Something within the bitter man had softened. He clenched his left hand into a fist, squeezing tightly, barely feeling anything. Perhaps, just perhaps…that might just work.
              Sammy rose from the chair and knelt beside the desk. He opened one of the drawers to reveal a can of soup, the last one in the area. He raised his head to look at the girl. It was noticeable that she was lost in thought as well. But as quickly as it came, the awkward silence was broken by her cough. It was hoarse and stuffy, she pounded her fist against her chest a few times to try and silence it. Sammy glanced at his nubby feet, taking a deep breath before he stood up. He was a rather tall up close. As she slid off the desk, she only came up to just below his shoulders. He placed a hand behind her back and lead her out of his crumbling office, navigating his way through the music department. He sighed, something broken and deflated. The girl looked up at him in curiosity, unsure of what to expect.
            Sammy reached into his pocket and pulled out a keyring. He went up to one of the thousands of locked doors and opened it, revealing a tiny kitchenette that hadn’t been used in quite some time. There was a small couch and a few chairs around a table. He opened a cabinet that was filled to the brim with mismatched mugs, bent spoons, and a few bowls. Could it have been this was a break room at one point? Sammy sat his guest down on the couch and got to work and heating the soup on a barely functional stovetop, while he searched for something else in a smaller cabinet. He pulled out a small box and gave it a sniff.
            “Still good. Now there’s a surprise.”
            The girl watched him intently as he worked. His movements were rhythmic, each step methodical and practiced, like clockwork. A pinch of this, a little of that, a stir here, a tap on the rim. It was mesmerizing. He returned to the table moments later, a bowl of soup in one hand, a cup of tea in the other. He motioned for her to join him, both sitting in chairs. He pushes the soup to her spot.
            “Eat up, there may not be anything else for a while,” he said.
            “T-thank you sir, you’re very kind,” she replied quietly. She took a spoonful and gently blew on it before taking a bite. It was definitely bacon, no doubt about it. The stuff was horribly old, she dared not ask the expiration date, but it wasn’t so bad. Heck, a little salt and a few spices would probably do wonders for it. She slowly worked her way through the bowl, leaving nothing untouched.
            Sammy watched as he sipped his tea. He hadn’t thought to make it in a while, but even though he required no food or drink to fuel him, the tea on his throat was soothing. Under the mask, his smile was hidden. That felt much better. He moved a hand over his diaphragm. The last time he’d had this peppermint brew, gosh, how long ago was it? Maybe five years after Henry had left? All a part of his personal rituals, something he’d drink before warming up to sing. Even now he could still remember the words, fidgeting his fingers as though her were playing the old chords on his keyboard. He lost himself for a moment, humming under his breath. It wasn’t until he heard the spoon clink in the empty bowl that he realized she was smiling at him.
            The girl chuckled. “I’d love to hear the full piece one day. You have a lovely voice.”
            Sammy turned away, slightly embarrassed. “You’re very kind little lamb. But I’m afraid that particular composition remains unfinished. It was the last one I worked on before well…before my assignments were changed.”
            “That’s a shame, it sounds so beautiful. If I could make anything half as good as that, I’d be rich.” She laughed, a tinkly sort of sound, like a little fairy.
            Sammy smirked a little. “You flatter me. I dedicated my entire life to my music before all of this happened. Nothing could be less than perfect.”
            “Must be nice getting to work on your craft like that. It’s rare I run into another artist with that philosophy.”
            He took another sip of tea. “Oh really now? What field do you work in?”
            “Well up until recently, I was a printer. Worked in a shop not too far from here. But that’s all in the past now, they laid me off the day before I wound up here.”
            “Now why’s that? You seem perfectly capable to me.”
            The girl lowered her head. “They found me out. They learned I was a woman.”
            The prophet stiffened, somewhat confused. “I don’t follow.”
“When I applied for the job, I sent in my resume under the name Bryan Ewe. Every shop I’d tried to work at before denied me, wouldn’t even consider hiring a woman. I kept up the act for a long time, wore fake beards, created a whole identity for myself. I was determined to follow my dreams, work my way up to be an illustrator, run my own plates and sell them. But I didn’t even come close,” She buried her face in her hands, “What the hell was I thinking? There was no way I was ever going to make it as an artist. No one ever believed in my dream.”
A small puddle of ink started rising through the floorboards. The prophet noticed, but he chose to keep quiet. He had to be careful.
“Come now, there had to be someone. Didn’t you believe in your own ambitions?”
“Yes, for a long time I did. Maybe that was a lie, there was one other person who believed. My father…god rest his soul.”
The puddle retreated a little from under her feet.
Sammy felt like he was hit in the chest. “I’m….I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine. It’s not like anything could’ve been done to save him,” She leans back in her chair, gingerly holding her hat over her heart, “I’ve been alone in this world ever since. Nothing has made any sense, even less so here.”
She turned away, but Sammy could very clearly see the tears that were sliding down her cheek, gently washing over her freckles. The puddle below her dissipated completely. The ink knew when to back off thankfully.
She’s got nothing left. No wonder she’s trying to help us. Sammy wasn’t one for religion before the incident, but he had a friend in the studio who was once. She’d always spoken to him about feeling ‘renewed’ after returning home from church. Perhaps it may be best if he called her in a little later, she would know how to deal with emotions better than himself. He stroked his chin for a moment. A question had come to mind.
“You said you pretended to be a man named Bryan. What’s your real name?”
“Bella. Isabella Ewe,” She wiped the tears from her eyes, “And since you never formally introduced yourself, am I right to assume that you’re Mr. Lawrence?”
“Sammy, if you please.” He nodded
“Sammy, alright, I can remember that. So, who are they?”
“They?”
Bella pointed at the door. There was a trio of searchers peeking passed the doorframe. They slinked backwards upon being noticed, shy and petrified no doubt. But Sammy didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t get angry, he didn’t holler, he didn’t start cackling evilly. No, instead he did something far less expected.
He removed his mask.
“They’re my coworkers.”
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sawdustandgin · 6 years
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Francine Thirteen Reclaims Her Vices Ahead of Her Show at the Standard
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Photo: Dior Divine. Graphic Design: Kat Alyst.
Originally appeared on Grimy Goods. 
To understand ritual pop artist Francine Thirteen, one must open up to ideas of feminism that would make the virtuous cringe. Francine Thirteen wants to recontextualize and redefine lust and power, two aspects of womanhood that have been exploited in centuries past.
Ahead of her performance next week at the Standard, we were able to ask her a few questions about how she carries the weight of her role as a witch, what goes into her performance, and her new EP, Lust Heals, Give Me My Sin Again.  
Read an excerpt below. Full article here. 
Francine Thirteen | 6/20 @ the Standard | Lust Heals, Give Me My Sin Again EP | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | YouTube | Soundcloud
You sing of sins and taboo in a way that glorifies womanhood, destroying the idea that only straight-laced rule-abiders deserve love and respect. Why was it important for you to address this nuance of feminism?
Francine Thirteen: I live that nuance. I can remember being a virgin and still being perceived as and accused of being ‘fast’ because of my shape and my mannerisms and the clothing I was drawn to. When I finally acted on my sexuality, that early perception and those early accusations affected me in ways I didn’t anticipate they would. Guilt rushed in after pleasure and I knew I had to save myself. Pleasure is the true inheritance, not shame.
There is an old marketing maxim that we all know: “sex sells.” What is your take? Can we sell sex and still reclaim it?
F13: Sex absolutely sells. But, it’s very important to be clear about who’s getting paid. I think it’s also very important to develop the intellectual/spiritual fortitude to withstand the judgement that comes inevitably, because no matter how we choose to express or not express our sexuality, women are judged automatically.
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inkabelledesigns · 2 months
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It's time for some fun! As of this weekend, it'll have been 14 years since I started my very first sketchbook, which makes it my Art Anniversary! Join me today (February 3rd) at 1:30 PM EST for a good time drawing and hanging out on stream! Hope to see you there, and either way, have an absolutely wonderful day! 💜
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houstonlocalus-blog · 7 years
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World Unglued: The Best of The Week
The Growlers. Photo: Big Hassle
  Now that another festival has released its lineup, we can start marching towards the inevitable overflow of SXSW in March.  This week you have a ton of options from locals as well as a sold out set from Isaiah Rashad, The Growlers, and Power Trip.  Houston, your next seven days are all planned out.
  On Wednesday you could swing by Walter’s for the album release from Houston’s Talking Forever.  The four piece, makes music closest to that of Modern Baseball meets Balance and Composure, and should be worth making it out for.  The shoegaze emo sounds of Donna Hayward will be on as direct support while the highly charged fuzzy garage rock of Moth Wings will go on beforehand.  The alt pop of Rome Hero Foxes will also be on the bill and things will get opened by the indie rock of Phantompains with doors at 7 pm and tickets between $6 and $8 for the all ages show.
  The Experimental Action festival kicks off in multiple venues on Thursday, but an artist meet & greet with a special menu will be on display at Cafe Brasil.  While this will be a chance to meet all of those involved with the fest from around the globe, this will also be your last chance to grab a $30 pass before the price goes up.  More information is available here for the all ages and FREE event that gets going around 7 pm.
  Over at House of Blues in the Foundation Room, you could catch an intimate performance from Houston producer and songwriter Lee Lonn.  Lonn has made quite the name for himself with his smooth R&B grooves, and a live set that’s pretty impressive.  A set from DJ 4k will also be on the bill for the 21 & up show with doors at 7 pm and tickets between $5 and $10.
  Under The Volcano will have the British born and Austin transplanted country tones of Sophia Johnson.  After receiving praise for her live shows, last year she dropped the catchy and twangy One Year complete with enough hooks to start a bait & tackle shop.  The 21 & up show has doors at 8 pm and a TBA cover.
  Jawwaad Taylor. Photo: Svetlana Selezneva/Courtesy of Artist/Facebook
  Thursday you should start off at the CAMH for the always inspired and enigmatic sounds of Houston’s Jawwaad Taylor as part of the museum’s 20Hertz series.  Jawwaad is easily one of the best artists in Houston, he dropped one of the best hip hop records ten years ago with Jneiro Jarel called Craft of The Lost Art under the name Shape of Broad minds, he’s toured the world performing with his jazz group The Young Mothers, and his style is like no one else.  What he has planned for this show should be nothing short of mind altering for the all ages event that gets going around 6:30 pm and it’s 100% FREE.
  Experimental Action starts in full over at Notsuoh and the multiple venue festival featuring local and international festival is something everyone should consider checking out.  Performers from Spain, NYC, China, Serbia and more will be at the three day festival that will be at The Secret Group on Friday, and at Walter’s on Saturday.  The hours are from 8 pm- midnight each night, the tickets are between $12 per night or $30 for all three days, and the all ages event has all of the details available here.
  The Broken Spokes. Photo: Uncredited/Courtesy of Artist/Facebook
  Over at Big Top you can two step the night away with the honky tonk sounds of Houston’s The Broken Spokes. Playing old school country with the ease of the greats, these guys have a mix of Western Swing and pre-pop country that’s hard to ignore, and their 2016 album The Broken Spokes is like going back in time the good way.  The 100% FREE show with doors at 10 pm is 21 & up and definitely worth putting your boots on for.  
  Friday you could get started at Numbers for another tantalizing performance from Houston’s Dem Damn Dames at their cirque show, Cirque du So Weird.  Magic, silks, burlesque and more will be on hand as performances from LA’s Caramel Knowledge and Chicago’s Claira Bell will occur next to performances from the Dames themselves and many more.  The 18 & up show has an opening magic set from Urial Gwydian with doors at 7 pm.  Entrance to Classic Numbers immediately following this show is included with your ticket, with prices between $15 and $30 for VIP seating.
  Power Trip. Photo: Southern Lord Records
  At Walter’s you can make it out for the trash sounds of Dallas’ Power Trip when they host their record release party for their new album out on Southern Lord Records.  These guys are like getting smacked in the face live, and their last drop, 2013’s Manifest Decimation should be enough reason to come check them out.  Direct support from Virginia’s Iron Reagan is nothing to deny, while the metal of Houston’s Skourge will go on prior.  The thrash metal of Houston’s Omerta will also play and the crazy and insane punk of Sexpill will open the all ages show with doors at 7 pm and tickets for $15.
  Last Concert Cafe will have the trippy psyched out sounds of Austin’s Golden Dawn Arkestra.  While the group claims Nigeria as home, Austin is where they’re from now though that shouldn’t really matter.  One of the most intriguing acts you can catch going, this band consisting of at least eight members brings it when they perform their mystical caravan of song craft to life with each set.  Their latest, last year’s Stargazer echoes the likes of Sun Ra while falling into an LSD laced rabbit hole.  Houston’s The Heights Funk Collective will provide direct support and Austin’s The Warplanes will go on prior.  The funky goodness of Soul Creatures will open the all ages show with doors at 7 pm and a $12 cover.
  Rudyard’s will usher the return of Matt Pryor, the prolific front man for Chicago emo group, The Get Up Kids to perform a solo set.  While Pryor has been here many times, coming on the heels of this year’s Memento Mori could be the best time as it’s his most solid solo effort so far.  Dan Andriano of Alkaline Trio will be on as direct support and opener for the 21 & up show with doors at 7:30 pm and tickets between $13 and $16.
  My Education. Photo: Kat Alyst/Courtesy of Artist/Facebook
  Satellite Bar brings back the cinematic indie rock of Austin’s My Education.  If you want to get schooled, this is the band to give you a lesson.  Their live shows are insane and their latest album Schiphol out on March 3rd is produced by famed producer Mike McCarthy.  San Antonio’s Levees will be on as direct support where the lushly arranged and gorgeous tones of My Twilight Pilot will go on prior.  The electromechanical sounds of Houston’s The Thief and The Architect will open the all ages show with doors at 8 pm and a measly $7 cover.
  If you’re up for a drive, you should consider heading out to Sugarland to the Smart Financial Centre to catch the legendary songs of Sting.  Sure, he formed The Police only to turn his back on them before cashing in for a more adult contemporary sound, but the guy is pretty impressive live.  He’ll be here in support of his latest release, last year’s 57th & 9th.  San Antonio’s Joe Sumner and the Last Bandoleros will open the all ages show with doors at 8 pm and tickets between $54 and $154.
  Isaiah Rashad. Photo: Top Dawg Entertainment
  In the ballroom at Warehouse Live, if you were lucky enough to grab tickets, you could catch the hip hop of Tennessee’s Isaiah Rashad.  After the heat behind his album The Sun’s Tirade, this rapper blew up and should wow all in attendance.  Lance Skiiiwalker will be on as direct support while Jay IDK will open the SOLD OUT all ages show with doors at 8 pm.  
  House of Blues will host the popular sounds of Austin’s Emily Bell in the Foundation Room.  Bell has criss crossed styles for a while now, but that really just proves she can sing pretty much whatever she wants.  However, if her latest single “Can’t Talk Back” is any indicator of her upcoming EP, then we should be in for a real treat at this show.  The all ages event has doors at 8 pm and it’s 100% FREE.
    Charlie and the Regrets. Photo: Uncredited/Courtesy of Artist/Facebook
  On Saturday things could get started when you find yourself over at Cactus catching an in-store performance from Houston’s Charlie and the Regrets.  Lead by Charlie Harrison, I’ve said for a while that this band could break out at any moment, and their new album “Rivers In The Streets” due out on 02/25 through Sony distribution should be pretty killer.  The all ages show has gratis beer for the adults, it gets going around 1 pm and it’s 100% FREE.
  Alley Kat will host the fifth edition of Sur Fest featuring a slew of Latin artists.  Sets from La Sien, Mas Pulpo, and many more will be on hand as well as photography, poetry and visual artists.  There’s more information here for the 21 & up event that gets going around 1 pm with a $15 ticket price.
  Dillon Trimm+Gabe Bravo. Photo: Uncredited/Courtesy of Artist/Instagram
  The Secret Group will have a benefit for Girls Rock Camp Houston at the What’s It? show.  Two stages, sets from King Finn, Another Run, Dillon Trimm+Gabe Bravo, a solo set from Justin Nava, and LA’s True American headlining among others.  There’s also a tribute to former King Finn founder Alan Huynh and so much more.  The all ages show has doors at 5 pm and tickets between $10 and $15.
  Out at Dosey Doe in the Big Barn, Houston legend B.J. Thomas will swing by to perform.  Sure, he wasn’t born here, but he was raised in and around our city, he was a member of the Triumphs, and he’s also sold a ton of records.  His latest release, The Best of B.J. Thomas(Re-Recorded) is definitely proof he hasn’t slowed down either.  The all ages show includes dinner served between 6 pm and 7:30 pm with tickets between $98 and $158.
  Notsuoh has the psych rock of Dallas’ Monoculture over to perform.  The four piece plays songs that teeter totter between college indie rock and psych, and their latest single “Absurd” sounds pretty tight.  The high energy of LA’s No Parents will provide their good time punk while The Prettybads will also swing by to play their brand of punk.  The indie rock of Since Always will open the 21 & up show with doors at 7 pm for the 100% FREE show.
  The Mahas. Photo: Uncredited/Courtesy of Artist/Facebook
  Big Star Bar will have the punk rock goodness and crazed onstage antics of The Cops.  Not to be confused with actual cops, these guys are definitely a band you need to see sooner than later.  The Mahas will return with their garage rock sounds while things will get opened by the garage punk of Idiot City.  The 21 & up show has doors at 8 pm and it’s 100% FREE.
  If you like true dance hall ska, then you should head to Rockefeller’s to catch Austin’s The Bandulus.  Straight up, one of the most impressive ska bands I’ve ever heard, their album The Times We Had is like going back in time through sound.  The rock steady ska of LA’s The Steady 45’s will also be on as direct support where the always inventive sounds of Houston’s kind of Gulf Coast swagger, Nick Gaitan will go on prior.  Tejas Got Soul Sound System will open things up with a DJ set for the all ages event with doors at 8 pm and tickets for $15.
  Urban Pioneers. Photo: Uncredited/Courtesy of Artist/Facebook
  Continental Club will have a barn burner in the truest sense of the words, when Albany, Texas’ Urban Pioneers drop by to offer up their blend of hillbilly and roots music.  Seriously, you don’t know fiddle until you catch this trio live, and their latest release Feast or Famine from last year is a delicacy for the ears.  Magnolia’s Folk Family Revival will be on as support and openers for the 21 & up show with doors at 9 pm and a TBA cover.
  Sunday over at The Secret Group they’ll host a new show series from the team behind the Goddammit shows called Night Brunch.  Live music, comedy, and FREE food are all on hand for the diverse new show.  The doors are at 5 pm and it’s 100% FREE, and completely worth checking out.
  One of my favorite local artists, The Wizard of Barge has a show over at Insomnia VGC.  This guy makes some kooky stuff so it only makes sense the the show would be titled Cosmic Kooks.  Forty plus unseen paintings will be up at this show, an opening reception music and drinks are all part of the experience for the all ages show with doors at 6 pm for the 100% FREE event.
  Of course you can head to the big room downstairs at White Oak Music Hall for the garage rock leanings of The Growlers.  The garage rock on the lo-fi spectrum that this band once embodied is now traded in for a more hi-fi psych pop sound.  Of course that doesn’t mean that they can’t still bring it in person and their massively popular new album City Club should sound great in a live setting.  There’s no word of support or openers, but that could change for the all ages show with doors at 7 pm and tickets between $20 and $27.
  Continental Club will bring Santa Monica’s Red Elvises over to play their blend of surf rock and rockabilly.  While the band was originated in Russia, they’ve since moved stateside and really bring their “A game” to each and every live set.   Their last album, 2011’s Live In Montana should give you an idea of their strengths.  The 21 & up show has doors at 7 pm and a $15 cover.
  On Monday, Walter’s will have New York’s trippy and pop infused sounds of Landlady.  The instrumentation of what this group dos alone, is enough reason to make it out for this show.  Possibly one of the most interesting things you’ll see, their newest album The World Is A Loud Place from this year is one of the most interesting albums I’ve heard in years.  It’s like Zappa is being channeled in each and every song, but more serious in overall tone.  Houston’s Deep Cuts will bring their reformed and good times sound to the bill as direct support and openers for the all ages show with doors at 8 pm and tickets between $10 and $12.
  Flower Politics. Photo: Uncredited/Courtesy of Artist/Tumblr
  At Satellite Bar you can see if you think two is better than one when Carolina two piece Naked Naps drops by to play. This duo brings a garage tinged indie rock to the table and their last release the middle is pretty impressive and different.  The acoustic bedroom pop of Houston’s Flower Politics will open the all ages show.  I’m not sure if you’ve ever heard Flower Politics or not, but you should know that the mostly solo artist just dropped their 22nd album in three years. The doors are at 8 pm and there’s a TBA cover.
  That’s about all that’s happening around town this week.  No matter what you decide to do, remember that making it home safe is in everyone’s best interest, and that a safe ride home is just an app away.
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katalystfans · 3 years
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she looks so elegant here
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katalystfans · 3 years
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Who needs this jacket? Anyone know where it’s from? 
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katalystfans · 3 years
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I LOVE THIS DRESS AND STATUES
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inkabelledesigns · 4 years
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Poem 12: Ring
So full disclosure, I am not a huge shipper by any means, but there are a few ships that I’ve slowly fallen in love with. Originally I wanted to do something for Allison and Tom, but when the story got rolling, it was clear I had to try this with Susie and Sammy. They’re right up there for me with Sammy and Norman, or even better, Sammy, Norman, and Susie together (listen there’s an amazing artist that does some stuff with this trio and I’m weak for it -cough cough @soundzler-loki cough cough-) Hope you enjoy this hypothetical scenario from musician to voice actress.~
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A Question for Susie
By: Kat Alyst
A gentleman with ring in hand
Had only one true demand. 
Or rather, a request, 
Sorry, I jest, 
Sometimes you need a word choice
That doesn’t exactly fit your voice. 
But his voice, oh yes, 
You need feel no distress, 
For his voice shall set 
your heart to rest.
A musician with a spark in his eyes
Carried a love in his heart
For a muse unlike any he’d seen before
Had set his love alight in art
Yes, she was art.
She was beauty and grace, 
She was his entire world,
In her hand, she held the ace. 
She was talented and sweet
Though in height, quite petite, 
And while her flowery air was delicate,
She was as tough as any angel.
For three weeks straight the man paced,
Back and forth
Back and forth,
Until he finally worked up the nerve
Until he could no long swerve away 
from the question he wished to ask. 
For his angel was so beautiful, 
inside and out, 
Enough to make him want to shout
In jubilation
He had to keep his concentration
And make this moment the best moment
That her eyes would ever see
When he'd get down on one knee and ask,
"Susie, will you marry me?"
"My heart only yearns for you. 
For when into my life, you flew
On Angel's wings with such grace,
The moment I laid eyes upon your face
I knew. 
Somehow I knew
That you were someone I wanted to dedicate all my time to. 
When I'm composing, 
When I'm playing songs,
I only think of you.
You are the most beautiful melody
Please, let me be your harmony."
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inkabelledesigns · 4 years
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Poem 17: Distractions 
To conclude the consistent story of Alice joining in on poems, I bring you a small bit of bittersweet after the storm.
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Fumble Bumble
By: Kat Alyst
Poet: Oh Alice...I’m so sorry. 
Had I known what you’d gone through, 
Perhaps I’d have halted my perjury. 
Here, um, perhaps we’d best give in to distractions
So that we’re not reminded of his horribly hollow sins. 
How about I tell you about the time
Where someone else who liked to rhyme
Had so many stars in his eyes? 
There once was an artist
With dreams as large as the sun.
And from the morning bell to closing time,
Joey kept him on the run.
Yes, Henry was a pleasant man,
A truly dapper chap,
And his style was quite evident
From his pen up to his cap.
He doodled and slid 
Across the page
Turning rubberhose toons
To be the latest rage,
The newest craze, 
The hottest phase,
Best enjoyed with lemonade.
Alice: Lemonade?
Poet: Listen, rhyming isn’t easy my songbird.
Sometimes you have to grasp for the right word. 
Alice: But seriously, lemonade? What makes lemonade the best drink to enjoy a cartoon with? -laughter-
Poet: Dear angel, I say, you’ve distracted me now! How dare you turn the tables!
Alice: -more laughter- Oh don’t get your ink in a twist Poet.
Poet: No really, I must insist, you can’t just go distracting me while I’m telling a story! Now I’m not even rhyming correctly, just ahhhh! 
-Alice continues to laugh. It’s easier to laugh at imperfections-
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Poem 14: Arch
I feel like a lot of people looked at this prompt and said “NATHAN let’s go BOIIII,” or at least, that’s what I did. But truth be told, I just don’t know enough about Nathan to feel comfortable writing a poem with him, especially when all my pieces thus far focus on the first game. So I decided to have a little fun and talk about the toons with this one, with very subtle plays on the theme with archways and bending over backwards to keep the angel entertained. It still works in the end, and it gave me an excuse to throw Henry’s perspective in there briefly.
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Toontown’s Arches
By: Kat Alyst
Poet: Alright dear angel,
My apologies.
I didn't mean to offend with such indecencies.
Hmm, what tale can I tell you,
To quench your thirst?
To turn this evening away from the worse?
Hmm, quite the irony I think,
To bend over backwards for you,
But I’d rather see a smile,
So that your thoughts aren’t always blue.
Alice: Oh give it a rest Poet. 
Just tell me something new.
How about a story about my radiance?
Now that would surely do.
Poet: Your vanity precedes you your grace,
But how could I say no to that face?
The arches leading into toontown
Are a mighty fine display.
Like a halo overtop the land, 
For the welcoming soiree.
It was a beautiful day for them to play,
When Alice came to town,
And the toons welcomed her happily,
For Alice wore the crown.
With a demon as a brother 
And a wolf as a best friend
The trio was well loved,
And well received ‘til the very end. 
They had their hijinks, 
And chaos caught their feet
But at the end of each adventure,
They’d take their bows, all nice and neat.
And when the film projector ran its course, 
They’d laugh and take a bow, 
Then run along the artist’s minds
And make him wonder “how”
“How can I give them a fun time next?
With a deadline drawing near?
What adventure will they go on next?
One of hopes, or dreams, or fear?”
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