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sataniquepanique · 2 years

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Painkiller - Part 4 Cries In The Night

Summary: It's the end of the year, and Eddie goes missing after Chrissy's death. You are the only one who knows where he could be hiding.

Genre: slow burn, fluff

Warnings: language, mentions of drug use

Word Count: 2.2k

Notes: I have one final part after this, and yes it is finally smut (I just love slow burn romance, okay?)

Six months had passed since you started your senior year in Hawkins. It was honestly pretty hard to believe that in less than 2 months you would finally be graduating. You had applied to a few colleges in the surrounding area, but the one you really wanted to get into was in New York City, back on the East Coast. You hadn’t told anyone, especially Eddie, that you had even applied there, worried about his reaction. Spring break officially starts tomorrow, and you can’t wait to spend an entire week with Eddie. Your feelings for him had grown over the past few months, but you couldn’t muster up the courage to admit them to yourself, let alone him, over the fear that he wouldn’t reciprocate. He never looked at other girls, apart from the occasional passing glance, and you could never tell if it was lustful or just because he had sold drugs to them in the past.

“You still coming to my art show tonight?” You look up at him from your lunch.

“…I wouldn’t miss it for the world…” he said, distracted by a magazine he was reading.

“Can you believe this shit?” He mutters, flipping the page and reading the headline out loud, “Dungeons and Dragons…studies link violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide and even…murder!” He snarks as he slams the magazine down onto the lunch table. He was really revved up today. “We’re the freaks because…we like to play a fantasy game?” He stepped up onto the table, his voice getting louder. “But as long as you're into band, or science, or parties, or a game where you toss BALLS into LAUNDRY BASKETS!” He shouted over towards the basketball team’s table, where Jason stood up and yelled some vague threats back at him. Eddie turned around after taunting Jason, and walked his way back down the table towards you. “It’s forced conformity. That’s what’s KILLING the KIDS!” He exaggerates as he hops off the table. “You boys…” he points to Mike and Dustin, “…are the future of Hellfire, you need to keep the legacy going. Jeff graduates this year, Gareth has a year and a half, and me…this is my year. ’86 baby! Before you know it I’m gonna walk that stage, flip Principal Higgins the bird, snatch that diploma and run like hell outta here.” He came and sat back next to you.

“Didn’t you say that last year?” Gareth says.

“…and the year before?” Jeff chimes in.

“Yeah, and I was full of shit!” Eddie snaps back.

“Eddie, are you really going to graduate this time?” You look at him suspiciously. You had tried to help him this year, studying and making flash cards and pushing him to try and apply himself. He wasn’t stupid by any means, he just didn’t feel like doing the actual work. He promised that the two of you would graduate together this year though.

“I am army crawling my way toward a D in Ms. O’Donnells. If I don’t blow her final, I’m outta here.” He says, flashing you a huge smile.

“Eddie…a D? Seriously?” You groan. He just keeps smiling, unconcerned. The bell rings, and you stand up and throw your bag over your shoulder, “I’m going to be setting up my gallery wall after school for the show tonight, so no need to wait up. I’ll see you around 8 at the show…?”

Eddie looks up at you, his deep brown eyes making your heart flutter, “Like I said, I wouldn’t miss it even if the world ended.”

The end-of-year art show was being held in the library, since the championship basketball game was occupying the gym. It was the culmination of everything you had been working on in your AP Art class all year. Eddie understood how much this meant to you, so he didn’t mind when you bowed out of tonight’s Hellfire meeting. You wait by your gallery wall, smiling as parents and students walk by and scan your work, talking about how talented everyone is. You check your watch, 8:15pm. Eddie hasn’t shown up yet. Hellfire Club ended at 8, so he should’ve been here by now. The show goes until 9:30, maybe he just got held up with one of the Hellfire kids, he still has time to get here. You spend the next hour nervously tapping your foot, arms crossed, staring at the door waiting for him to walk in.

9:15 and still no sight of Eddie. You’re furious. How dare he? He knew how important this was to you. You grabbed your denim jacket and left the show in a hurry. When you get home, you ask your mom if anyone called for you as you throw your car keys on the counter, she says no and you roll your eyes. Once upstairs in your room, you toss your jacket onto the floor in anger and lay on your bed, furious and upset. You fall asleep thinking of all of the things you’re going to say to Eddie tomorrow when you see him.

You and Eddie had plans to meet at your spot in the woods the next day at dusk to celebrate the first day of Spring Break with a smoke session. You showed up a little before sunset and sat at the picnic table, trying to steady your breathing. You were still pissed from the night before. Time passes, and Eddie still hasn’t shown. The sun had already set, and you were sitting in the dark woods alone. You’re not doing this again. You’re not waiting around for some guy that clearly wants nothing to do with you. You stand up and walk out of the woods to your car, trying to control yourself from driving to his trailer to kick his ass.

As you enter the lot outside of the woods, you see a BMW ripping into the parking lot, coming to a screeching halt in front of you. Dustin hangs out the front passenger side and screams “GET IN! GET IN NOW!” You slide into the backseat, confused and alarmed, next to Robin and Max who you recognize from school. Steve Harrison, Dustin’s “best older male friend” (his words, not yours), is in the drivers seat and tears out of the parking lot while you look between Dustin and the rest of the group.

“…does anyone want to tell me what the fuck is going on?” You ask in an annoyed tone. “Eddie’s in trouble…” Dustin says, looking back at you. You feel the blood drain from you face. He looks over to Max, who then fills you in on the events from last night: Eddie bringing Chrissy to his trailer, Chrissy dying, the police looking for him as a suspect, and Eddie going missing. You shake your head in disbelief, shoving the thoughts of him with another girl to the back of your brain.

“Eddie wouldn’t kill anyone or anything. He didn’t do this.” You say desperately, feeling awful for being so furious with him.

“We know, which is why we need to find him and help him,” Dustin responds, “Do you know where he could be?”

You think for a second. Where would he go where he knew no one would think to look?

“…Reefer Rick.” You blurt out, everyone staring at you, confused. “He’s at Reefer Rick’s house! He gets his weed from him.” You say as you lean forward to give Steve directions.

You pull up to Reefer Rick’s lakeside house and you scan the surrounding area. It’s pitch black, and the house is dark. You and the rest of the group walk up to the front door, shining flashlights into the windows.

“…I don’t see anything…” Max whispers as she peers into a window.

“REEFER RICK! REEFER RICK!” Dustin starts banging on the front door while Steve shushes him.

You walk to the corner of the house and look around back. You notice the door to the boat house is cracked open a little. “Guys….” You motion to the boathouse. Robin pushes past you and leads the group over toward the lake. She slowly pushes the boathouse door and you all cautiously follow inside. It’s empty. There’s no one inside, except for a rowboat bobbing along in the water. Steve grabs an oar and starts poking around inside the tarp covered boat, while the rest of you shine flashlights around looking for clues.

“…hey, look over here. Someone’s been in here.” Max says, holding up an empty bottle. You walk over to her to inspect further, while Steve continues to jam his oar into the tarp.

“…maybe he heard us? Got spooked, and ran…” Robin says.

“Don’t worry, Steve will get him with his oar!” Dustin muses sarcastically. Steve gives him an annoyed chuckle, “I know you think you’re being funny Henderson, but considering almost everyone in this room has nearly died about a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny—”

Suddenly, someone pops out from under the tarp and slams Steve against the wall, broken bottle to his throat.

It’s Eddie. You’ve never seen him like this, and your heart stops the second you see him. He’s visibly distraught and terrified, hand shaking as he holds the glass shard to Steve’s neck. “WHOA, WHOA, WHOA EDDIE! IT’S ME! IT’S DUSTIN!” He holds his hands up to Eddie, trying to calm him down. “Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” Dustin says calmly, “We’re on your side, we’re here to help!”

Steve throws the oar down beside him.

“…Eddie?” You call quietly from the back of the group. He snaps his gaze over to you and immediately drops the bottle to the floor when he see’s you. You push past the others and wrap your arms around him, squeezing as tight as you can. He grabs back, one hand clutching the back of your jacket, the other tangled in your hair. He’s crying softly into the side of your neck. “Oh Eddie…what happened” you whisper.

“You won’t believe me…” he sniffles, pulling back to look at you.

“Try us.” Max chimes in behind you. You put your hand on Eddies cheek and he leans into it, “you’re safe now” you promise.

You spend the night with Eddie in the boathouse to make sure he was okay. You slept on the wooden floor, wrapped in his leather jacket, holding onto each other.

Eddie refused to let you stay with him the next day, after he found out the police were officially searching for him as a murder suspect. He said he didn’t want you to get mixed up into all of it, and forced you to leave to go back home no matter how hard you protested. Steve drove you home that afternoon after he came to drop off food and supplies to Eddie. Once you sat in the passenger seat you broke down in muffled sobs, face buried in your hands. You had held it together for Eddie’s sake, but with him out of sight you couldn’t hold the fear of losing him inside of you anymore.

Steve dropped you off at your house, giving you a hug and a sad smile as you went inside.

You didn’t hear from anyone after that.

The next 48 hours were filled with panic and worry as you watched the entire town of Hawkins turn Eddie into a murderer. You were questioned by the police multiple times, regarding him and the rest of your friends, each interrogation ending up with you screaming at them that they were wrong.

You had never cried this much in your life. You assumed the worst after 2 days of not hearing from Eddie, or from anyone for that matter, and you were inconsolable. You finally decided to get high one night, hoping it would help you fall asleep and not have nightmares. Laying in bed, you started to drift off but are startled awake when you hear tapping on your window. Assuming that you’re hallucinating, you ignore it you and roll over, your eyes met with the photo of the Hellfire Club framed on your nightstand. You stare at it, glance over your friends faces, until you meet Eddie’s. His smile warms your heart, but also breaks it into a million pieces. The tapping starts again, and you get up to see what’s going on. You open the window and peer out to find Eddie standing below, soaking wet throwing little rocks at your window. “Christ…Eddie…” you motion for him to climb up the lattice, and he clamors through your window. You take him in, noticing that he’s covered in blood and scratches. He looks like he’s been through hell and back. He just stands there, defeated. You lead him over to your bed and peel off his jacket, having him lay down while you curl up next to him. You start to cry as you trace your fingers over his arms and see how cut up he is.

“…I thought you had died…” you whisper. He groans as you accidentally touch one of the cuts, “almost…but I had to make it back here…I couldn’t leave you alone.” He kisses the top of your head as you bury your face in his chest. You want to hear the story of what happened, about the trauma that Eddie has been through the past few days. But for now, he was safe and you both drift off to sleep in each others arms.

#Eddie munson #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson edit #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfic #Steve harrington #Eddie Munson x reader

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leidensygdom · 2 years

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We’re officially done with the Tiefling Secret Satan 2022! With a grand total of 122 participants, this has been the biggest edition so far. And once again, every participant did do their end! (There’s even been a couple of double gifts and some extra stuff, so the amount of entries goes up to 125 or 126 iirc!)

You can check the full gallery with all the entries in here: https://1drv.ms/u/s!Agt5jh8M4GgkhOMrRDBpFMDDGKNpFQ?e=4auR0o

And you can check the sheet with all the entries and matches in here: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/14nT1Gm7y8g0VeRZIYhNiYD0-qE31tFPyJ0YPWRPNWww/edit?usp=sharing (You can also check everyone’s social media, so if you like an entry, you can find and follow the person!)

These events have grown a lot over the years. The first edition, back in 2017, had only 17 participants. This has made organizing them much harder, specially given I also need to keep track of a fairly populated discord (with over 140 members) that serves as a place to share art too. This round had a few hard situations to face: Both during sign ups, and during closure. Late entries do happen and there’s some conflicts that need intermediation. I also have made my best to leave a comment on all 122 pieces wherever they’ve been posted: Discord, Tumblr, Twitter and Instagram. That’s a lot of time sharing pieces, and a lot of time to try to give everyone a bit of feedback.

So, I’ll just drop this here for whoever wants to lend a hand: https://ko-fi.com/sygdom . All support is incredibly appreciated, and it makes all the hours spent organizing the event a bit easier to handle!

#tiefling secret satan 2022

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fbfh · 2 years

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light up the dark [VII] - leo x reader

genre: reality tv kind of drama, smut, heartwarming fluff

word count: 3.4k

pairing: Leo x gothy!child of eros!fem reader

requested: hell fuckin yeah!!!!

warnings: reader and calypso fuckin hate each other, toxic calypso, leo has a little ptsd/anxiety from y'all arguing and you shut that shit down quick, kitchen sex, reader claims to be using leo for his body and he's cool with that but you both know you're lying, reader can pull condoms out of thin air, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, heavily implied smut at the end

summary: You finally meet Calypso, and you have to say, you're not a fan. You're especially not fond of the way she treats and talks to Leo. He helps you break the tension from your encounter with her by fucking you in the kitchen when you're supposed to be cooking. It's all fun and games until you're cold and can't sleep and really just want to be in his arms again.

listen to: bubblegum bitch - marina, take me to church - hozier, bad idea - waitress obc, the last 3 minutes of you won't do - regrettes, weak - ajr

a/n: kinda in the mood to fuck around and draw fanart of my favorite scenes for this fic and make an art gallery for it in the masterpost I'm gonna make soon so uh if you want to make some fanart of your fave scenes tag me so I can link it!!!! might fuck around and draw official art for my fics lol fr lmk if you'd want to see that cause I gotta do something with the surplus of feelings I have

as with all smexy smutty nsfw content, all characters are aged up to 18+

tag list: @avashaye @perseajohnson @afidiofobia @thatmultifandomloser @yelenabel0vaswife @shellosisbae@anything-forourmoony @butt-nugget-of-mine @chasingpj @1dpjohoohp

So. This is the famous Calypso.

You size each other up, assessing everything from microexpressions to posture. You determine quickly that you’re not a fan. She squints, shifting her weight, clearly trying to intimidate you. You don’t move, holding your ground. Her eyes hover on your smudged lipstick a little too long.

“Leo…” she says, turning her head but not taking her eyes off you, like she’s worried you’ll try something if she looks away, “who’s this?”

It’s a question, but her tone makes it a statement. A challenge. Her tone of voice reminds you of the way you might talk to a dog, warning them not to do something. She’s asking a straightforward question, but using it to get a specific reaction, specific information out of him. You don’t like it. At all.

Still leaning against the counter, Leo standing next to you, you place a hand on his shoulder and trace your fingertips over the collar of his shirt. Effortless and casual, but still an intentional gesture. You’re sending a message - one you know she won’t miss.

“Satan’s sugar baby,” you reply, fingers dipping below his collar for a split second, “I’m on vacation.” Your smile is too perfect, your expression too cordial. You’re fueling the fire while giving her nothing to point at.

She lets out an indignant scoff. Leo laughs, but it dies quickly as Calypso stiffly refuses to acknowledge the obvious joke.

"Uh, Calypso," he begins, introducing you, "she was just joking. Her sense of humor is-"

"Unique." Calypso says with a flare of her eyes.

"Hilarious." They say it at the same time, and he can feel his stomach twisting up in knots. He hasn't taken your hand off his shoulder, idly playing with the collar of his shirt.

You look up at his face, and your brow furrows almost imperceptibly. He seems like an entirely different person than he did two minutes ago. His shoulders and back are tense, barely relaxing when your fingertips brush lightly against them. You can't quite put it into words, but you recognize the repression of his personality, the way his eyes scan both Calypso and your faces, the fear hiding far behind his eyes slowly worming its way to the surface. He's panicking. He's bracing for impact. You want it to stop. Right fucking now.

"Leo,” she says, contemptuously, “can we talk for a minute?” It’s clear that it’s not a question. Leo looks at you for a split second, his panic at the sudden tension obvious.

“No, he can’t.” you state before she can get an answer out of him, “We’re about to start making dinner.”

“Really.” she says, disbelieving.

“Yeah.” you reply, taking a few steps forward, “Remember thirty seconds ago when you barged in unannounced, and we were all close, cozied up together?”

The passive aggression building up around her is almost palpable.

“We were planning what to make for dinner.”

She finally tears her gaze away from you, relinquishing her part in the power struggle long enough to turn to Leo.

“Then we’ll talk before you start.”

She spits the words out, her frustration getting harder to mask.

“No can do,” you state breezily, picking up the apron matching Leo’s, “I really need his help.”

She narrows her gaze at you, wanting more than anything to call your bullshit justification for keeping Leo away from her.

“What are you making?” she asks treacherously.

“It’s a surprise.” You say, a strategic casualty to your voice. You turn your back to her, holding out the strings for Leo to tie. He does, thankful to have something to do with his hands.

“If you’re so bad at cooking, maybe you shouldn’t be in the kitchen.” she spits. She’s more worked up than she’d like you to think. You feel Leo freeze behind you, waiting to see what you do. You know it’s petty, but you can’t help yourself.

“If you’re so bad at not ditching your friends, maybe you shouldn’t be traveling with them.”

You turn back to the counter, organizing ingredients and pulling out a mixing bowl. Even though you don’t see the indignant look on her face, you suppress a smile, knowing it’s there.

Before she can reply, Jason enters the kitchen with an uncomfortable looking Nico.

“Hey guys, Nico’s here!” he says cheerily, unaware of the situation he’s just walked into.

“Hi Tino, nice to see you - everyone out, we’re making dinner. Don’t interrupt us.”

You usher everyone out of the kitchen quickly, closing the door behind you.

Suddenly, it’s quiet again. It’s just you two in a nice little bubble.

“Well, that was… a shitty yet accurate first impression.” You say, acting busy with the ingredients you have out again.

Leo watches you in a state of bewilderment.

“...seriously don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that.”

He has no idea how you managed to turn that situation around so fast. He approaches, turning you around to face him.

Your words evaporate as you study each other’s expressions. For another moment, it’s silent.

“...Kiss me again.”

You don’t answer right away, and he continues, face even closer. The floral smell of hair dye lingers with his cologne, a combination you never expected to be so nice.

“Kiss me again, like you did before,” he says, a ghost of a smile on his lips. You wait for a beat, wait in vain for him to come to his senses, but the desire in his eyes only grows.

You bring your hands to his cheeks, pulling him close, and before you can come to your own senses, before it clicks that this is a terrible, very bad idea, you close the distance between you.

His lips are warm and soft, moving in vigorous sync with yours. You slip your tongue past his lips and he grabs at your waist. Breathing heavy, your hand trails down his chest, then to his back, tugging at the strings of his apron and they flutter down, coming untied. He pulls you closer, leaning against the island. Open mouthed kisses getting more feverish, he starts to tug at the waistband of your pants. You know exactly where this is going. You know what a bad, awful, objectively terrible idea this is, but right here, right now, the desire to pop open the first few buttons of his shirt is insurmountably stronger than logic. His hand trails down your thigh, mouth now trailing down your neck. Your chest feels warm, and not just because of the hickeys he’s starting to leave on your decolletage. You know you’re at the point of no return.

“Hey,” you breathe, placing your hand on his jaw, guiding him to look up at you. His face is flushed, eyes electric and heavy with lust. His breathing is heavy and you’re sure yours is the same. Fighting to hold on to any shred of the prickly at best air that usually comes effortlessly to you, you realize you’re not at the point of no return - you’re past it.

Desperately clinging to your carefully constructed persona, you continue.

“We can do this, but I want you to know I’m exclusively using you for your body.”

A small part of you hopes this will snap him out of it. You don’t want either of you to end up on the other’s string of broken hearts. For once, you don’t want to ruin a friendship then run away.

He studies your expression for a moment, then bites back a smile.

“...I’m okay with that.”

He sweeps the contents of the island counter to the side, lifting you up onto the edge. You shimmy your pants down and he does the same. He kisses you again, tongue thrashing in your mouth, and his hands trail down, grabbing at your hips.

Legs wrapped around his waist, his fingers trail down to your heat. He traces enticingly around your hole, thumb rubbing gently on your clit, before slipping in a finger, then another. You bite his neck, fighting back a moan.

He pumps his fingers into you, slow and steady, until you’ve stretched enough to comfortably accommodate them. The feeling of you, wet and tight around him, and so responsive to his every move is making him throb, hard in his boxers.

You open the nearest drawer, fumbling around until you find what you’re looking for.

One very convenient skill you got from your dad is the ability to find condoms and the like whenever they’re needed. The host of this airbnb almost definitely didn’t leave a bunch of condoms tucked here and there, but you know you’ll be able to find them right when it’s convenient.

You pull his hips closer, palming him a few times before pulling him out. He lets out a faltering breath as you slide on the condom.

‘Not quite a moan, but we’re getting there,’ you think for the second time today.

He lines himself up with your entrance, slowly thrusting in, gradually getting deeper as you kiss his neck and shoulder. You bite gently and his grip tightens. You smile slightly, sucking a hickey on the spot. His breath fans over your shoulder as you settle into a good rhythm. You grab the back of his shirt, barely still on, your other hand coming up to tug at his hair.

He lets out a quiet moan, and you bite back a smile. It sounds nicer than you imagined. You want to hear more of them.

You kiss up his neck and bite his ear.

“Moan like that again,” you breathe, and his grip tightens again. He buries his face in your neck in an attempt to muffle the noises he’s making, and you bite back a moan yourself, “yeah, like that,” you coo.

“You feel so good inside me,” you mutter as he bucks his hips into yours. You continue murmuring dirty praise, everything he does bringing you closer. He pulls your hips toward his, one arm holding you tight, the other planted behind you on the counter as he leans forward, still moaning into your neck. Your grip on his hair tightens, and you let out a moan that even catches you by surprise as the angle changes. You forget what you had been about to say as you can feel the head of his cock rubbing against your g-spot with every thrust.

Until now you’d been holding yourself back, trying to see if you could get him to cum first - which, historically, hasn't been hard at all for you. But now, you can feel yourself coming undone faster than you’d anticipated. You let out a breathy whine, clamping down around him as you climax. Your thoughts are blurry with oxytocin and all you can do is cling to him, panting. A moment later, he lets out a guttural moan and you feel him cum inside you. The head of his cock nudges against your g-spot in concentrated motions. You feel a build up, then release as you squirt around him.

You stay there for a minute, catching your breath and clinging to each other. After a minute, he pulls out, pressing soft kisses to your neck, then your cheek, then, thumb brushing your lip gently, your mouth.

He gazes at you, expression less clouded, but still just as lustful. You tear your gaze away, unable to process the intense and complicated emotions. You open your mouth to say something, but before you can, your eyes land on the clock.

“Oh, shit,” you say, accepting the wet wipes he hands you to clean up, and hopping off the counter to shimmy your pants back up. You pull out your phone and dial a number.

“Yeah, hi, I’d like to order a couple pizzas…”

Leo watches you do this, hastily fixing his clothes. Right… oh fuck, you were supposed to be making dinner this whole time. You give the guy your address, thank him, and hang up.

“Fifteen minutes tops.” you state.

“Good catch,” he says, starting to put away the various unused cutting boards, bowls, and ingredients.

You let out a tsk, then start unbuttoning his shirt. He laughs, heat rising to his cheeks.

“Again, already?” he asks, and you roll your eyes.

“...Your shirt was misbuttoned.”

“Good catch.”

“Yeah, I seem to be pretty good at those.”

Satisfied with your work, you pat his chest. Placing the spice bottles back in the cabinet, you notice he still has lipstick all over his cheek and neck. You grab another wipe and place your hand on his cheek to keep him still. You dab at the smudge, and he flinches almost imperceptibly at the chill from the moisture.

By the time you’re done cleaning up the kitchen - and each other - the pizza and sides have arrived. You thank the delivery guy, an awkward looking college kid, and he scratches the back of his neck, blushing. You close the door before he can ask for your number.

Leo lets everyone know that dinner’s ready, and soon you’re gathered in the living room with all his friends. They’re introduced quickly. You go back to the kitchen for a side you forgot, and hear yet another set of footsteps coming down the stairs.

“This is what you spent so long in the kitchen for?”

There she is.

You exit, carrying in a tray of breadsticks.

“Surprise.” you state. You can feel her stare on the back of your neck. You ignore her, keeping your gaze forward as the temperature drops in the room, Leo’s friends sensing the tension. She huffs after a minute, and stomps back up the stairs, her door slamming behind her.

It’s silent for a moment.

“Who’s hungry?” you ask rhetorically, opening up pizza boxes as people start to dig in.

Later that night after dinner, you can’t sleep. You’re lying in bed, clothes strewn across the floor, freezing cold. You wonder if Leo’s room is already messy too. You can picture him opening the door, taking one look around, and making some clever joke. You stare at the door.

It stays closed.

You huff, rolling over. Jesus christ, you can’t get comfortable. And you can’t get warm. Maybe it would be warmer if… You let out a sigh. Your fingertips skim down your waist to your hips and thighs, imagining someone else’s touch.

‘He’s probably really clingy,’ you think, staring up at your ceiling, moonlight filtering through the gauzy curtains, the spotless night sky casting everything in a blue glow. If he were in here right now he’d probably insist on cuddling with you. The idea makes you laugh. Your stomach drops as you realize you’ve been thinking about Leo a lot tonight.

“I bet that would drive old Cally crazy,” you mutter. Of course you’ve been thinking about Leo a lot, because you’re not really thinking about how much you like him, you’re thinking about how much you hate Calypso. Which is a lot. You’re so sick of her and you’ve interacted for a grand total of five minutes. You interrupt your stream of consciousness, trying to redirect your thoughts anywhere else. Fuck, why are the pillows so soft? You shift again, jamming the fluff under your neck at a different angle, to no avail. You grit your teeth, eyes wandering across the blank ceiling. You notice a slightly darker color peeking out in tiny spots here and there from the bright white molding along the walls. Your eyes drift back down to the door. You lay there, uncomfortable, sick of sleeping, waiting for something to happen. Nothing does. You let out an audible groan, rolling over again.

Just down the hall, Leo’s also laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. An immovable faint smile rests on his lips, events from earlier today playing over and over in his mind like a movie he’s seen a thousand times, but can’t get sick of. He thinks back to when you first met, how intimidating you’d been, how terrifying you’d made yourself seem. He doesn’t know why everyone else is still scared of you; after a short amount of time together, it was so easy to see past that persona you put up. His fingers trace over his lips, mind once again wandering back to your touch. He lets out a soft chuckle, face warm, looking away towards the window.

He’s getting much better at understanding you, he realizes, that’s why you don’t seem so scary. He thinks you’re starting to understand him, too. This must be true, he thinks, because of how quickly you turned around that situation with Calypso in the kitchen. He doesn’t think a lot of people could have picked up on how he was feeling so quickly - unless they were paying really close attention to him or something. He bites back another smile.

His gaze floats around the room again, this time landing on the doorway. He knows right then and there that if you came into his room in the middle of the night to fool around there’s no way he’d turn you down. You could probably proposition him anywhere - including in front of two for one cookie crisp - and he’d be so, so down. You’re just so… cute. He realizes he can’t think of anyone as cute as you are. It’s so fun, and surprisingly easy to fluster you. He thinks back to the look on your face, the way you clung to him trying to catch your breath after your time in the kitchen.

He wonders if he could fluster you like that again.

He’s about to roll over and try to sleep when his door quietly creeks open, revealing you, pajama clad and wrapped in a cardigan. Once you see that he’s up, you look away quickly, avoiding his eyes. You let out a sigh, clearly seeming annoyed, but it’s obvious to him how glad you are that he’s still awake.

“Hi,” he says quietly, voice sounding strange in the resounding silence.

“...Hi.” you reply curtly.

A beat passes.

“You come here often?” he asks, that ever present layer of humor in his voice.

You let out a scoff. After a moment you reply.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Okay,” he says softly, encouraging you to continue.

“It was too cold.” You don’t know why you always end up talking so much around him, but it’s hard to stop yourself.

“Okay,” he says again, curious to see where you’re going with this.

“I couldn’t get comfortable, and I’m not even that tired,” you add in a huff. He fights back a blossoming smile.

“Okay,” he says again.

“And, I’m sick of sleeping, and- will you stop saying okay and move over?” You say, more of a statement, and toss your cardigan on the foot of the bed.

He lets out a soft chuckle and moves over, lifting up the blankets for you to crawl under. You press your face into his chest, arms around his torso, already feeling yourself start to thaw out.

“You know,” he says quietly, feigning surprise, “I didn’t take you for the cuddling type.” You don’t need to look at him to know the exact smirk on his face as he speaks.

“I told you,” you say, really glad he can’t see your face right now, “I’m cold.” It’s bullshit, you both know it, but you have to say something. He pulls you closer, gently rubbing the small of your back.

“Right,” he agrees, politely ignoring the obvious, real reason you’re here. He traces his hand up your side, to your waist, and down your hips and thigh.

“Do you…want some help warming up?”

Before he can finish, you’re already pressing kisses to the side of his neck.

“Yes,” you murmur. He grabs your waist and flips you over enthusiastically pinning you to the bed, making you giggle. It rings through the room like ripples in a pond as still as glass. He adds that to his mental list of times he’s made you laugh.

You trace your finger over his lips, gazing at him with that look he’s only seen on you a few times. After a moment that feels both too short and like eternity, you close the distance.

His lips are warm, and his hands are warm, everything about him is just so warm. He angles his head, deepening the kiss, using the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. Between the way you tug up his shirt and the sudden heat from your face, he thinks he can fluster you again.

He wonders how many times he can do it in one night.

#leo valdez x reader #leo valdez smut #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus x reader smut #hoo #hoo x reader #lv light up the dark

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xamassed · 2 years

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｢ @bucketfullofocs ｣

[Aya @ Mammon] Aya sits on the couch that Mammon also happened to be sitting on, then proceeds to inch closer. She's got some kind of envelope in her hands, official looking with the Demon Prince's seal in wax on it. She's clutching on to it quite tightly. "Mammon? I, um, if I said I asked Lucifer and Lord Diavolo for, um, for a tour of the Human Realm, since I've never been, and, um, and asked if you could be my guide, what would you say?" Because maybe she had already done exactly that. And maybe this was the official missive from both men stating their freedom to leave for the Human Realm for one Weekend - Friday morning to Sunday evening. But what if he had other plans? She'd asked Sarah and she'd been supportive, but Mammon had other friends beyond them.

Still, she wanted to ask. Because she wanted to spend time with her brother. And who better to show her around than her brother, her protector, her Mammon? Out of all the brothers, he was the one most likely to know where the best spots to go were, and he also knew her limits possibly the best out of all of them. She had considered asking Beel, of course, but - well. Greed was a little easier to handle than gluttony in this case. If she went with Beel, they'd just end up going to a million restaurants. And that did sound fun! Just not her first time there - maybe her next time, though.

So she sat there, nervously hanging on to that little envelope like it meant everything as she waited for Mammon's answer. Diavolo had even offered a stipend for the trip, surprising her. Something about 'wanting her to experience everything the Three Realms could offer'. But she kept that to herself, for now.

He felt the couch shift and spied her drawing closer — inch by nervous inch — but he didn’t bother to question why until he glimpsed the envelope in her hands. The color, the fold and the seal were all familiar to him, and it piqued his interested in a heartbeat. But before he could nonchalantly ask why she had it, she offered a hypothetical, one that made his heart skip and his entire person light up.

“I’d probably say first that ya’ve got a lotta guts askin’ Lucifer for anythin’ that ain’t advice or extra lessons, ‘cause the stick up his ass is a few hundred miles long. Then. . . I’d say you’re in for one’a the best trips of your life! Don’t get me wrong, the Devildom’s got some pretty sweet spots, but the Human Realm — ya won’t believe all’a the cool stuff they’ve got there!”

Mammon hadn’t given her an outright answer, but his demeanor had rapidly changed in the one second it took him to gather his breath. He was on the verge of vibrating with excitement, his body turning so he might face her more directly. Along the back of the couch, he draped an arm and drummed his fingers. His mind had grabbed the idea and taken off, and there was no hope now of convincing it to come back.

“I mean, they got Vegas! That alone would take ya a whole week t’go through, maybe more! It’s got casinos, weird places where ya eat in pitch darkness, a weird-ass art thing that looks like a whole grocery store and escape rooms! That’s just one city, but there are loads more! Like, uh. . .”

His enthusiasm dropped for a moment as he tried to run through what scant knowledge he had of the realm outside of gambling dens. For this, he had to recall placed his brothers were fond of, his selfishness ebbing away ever so slightly for the sake of the one he cherished like a sister.

“There’s like. . . huge libraries, I think? Satan’s mentioned a few. I might have t’ask him where a couple’a good ones are ‘cause I don’t usually go t’those. They got loads of museums an’ art galleries an’ stuff too. Oh, the amusement parks! They’ve got ‘em all over the place! We could go to one’a those, especially the Harry Potter one!”

But that’s when the frustration set in. A weekend wasn’t long enough for her to truly experience the Human Realm, but a weekend was what they were given. Mammon was tempted to ask for an extension, but the possibility of his greediness ruining the time they did have made him hesitant. A few days was better than nothing, even if the lack of more nagged at him.

“We ain’t gonna have enough time t’do all’a that, even with magic on our side. Could fly us places, but Lucifer’s real nit-picky about people seein’ us in our demons forms.” He clicked his tongue and dug his fingers into his hair. “We’ll have t’pick one or two things, then save t’rest for another time. ‘Cause I am goin’ this time, and I’m gonna go with ya next time too! Ya ain’t gonna find a better guide than me!”

#bucketfullofocs #bucketfullofocs ; aya #「 ( mammon ; ic ) 」#「 v. ready to face THE mammon? ( mammon ; obey me ) 」#「 r. there is no better friend than a sister ( mammon ; aya ) 」#( he's excited!! )#( just him and his sis )#( but we know he's going to snuggle up to sarah and make sure she'll be alright without him for a few days )#( he's gonna miss her but!! SIS !! )#( SIS LOOK AT ALL THIS STUFF!! )

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Daemon, Draconadaemon

“Demodragon” © Paizo Publishing, by Julie Dillon. Accessed at her gallery here

[Commissioned by @cupofsorrows, using the names generated by the Neural Network Fantasy Creatures. With as many dragons and daemons as are in Pathfinder, no wonder it decided to mash two of them together. So seeing that name, I was inspired by a previous mash-up. Demodragon originally appeared in the 1980s Dungeons and Dragons cartoon, presumably because they wanted to use Demogorgon, but referring to demons was verboten in that era of Satanic Panic. The first and only time official stats for Demodragon were printed was in a late issue of Dungeon Magazine, where the art above came from. My draconadaemon uses that article as a launching point, but I’ve made them smarter and stripped out some of the abilities directly based on stuff in the cartoon episode.]

Daemon, Draconadaemon CR 19 NE Outsider This two-headed, multicolored dragon has a goatish aspect, with curling horns and short beards beneath both its chins. Its long tail ends in a cluster of blades, and it has hooves tipping its four muscular legs. Instead of wings, six tentacles grow like a cape from its back and shoulders.

A draconadaemon is a metaphysical imprint of the power of dragons. They represent both the death of dragons and death by dragons. As such, draconadaemons are phenomenally powerful, among the strongest of the non-unique daemons. They enjoy hunting dragons for sport, killing them in the prime of life but before they can grow too strong.

In combat, a draconadaemon typically opens with both its breath weapons, one a line of scarlet fire, one a line of cyan cold. Any creatures that survive this dual onslaught are brought to heel by their natural weapons. Draconadaemons are skilled at using magical items, and often supplement their physical powers with spells that augment their defenses or mobility. They use their tentacles both to wield magic items and to steal the items of their enemies. Perhaps ironically, weapons and spells designed to slay true dragons are also effective against draconadaemons, and a wise draconadaemon will make countering such abilities its first priority in battle.

Most draconadaemons mimic their draconic models by lairing in remote reaches of Abaddon. As a reflection of draconic ideals, they are greedier than most daemons and covet treasure. Draconadaemons enjoy bossing lesser daemons around, but respect the power of the Horsemen. Although some serve one Horseman or their harbingers exclusively, most are free agents. Draconadaemons are skilled liars and actors, and some enjoy pretending to be a simple beast in order to keep their foes off guard.

A draconadaemon stands fifty feet high and is longer than 100 feet from noses to the tips of its tail.

Draconadaemon CR 19 XP 204,800 NE Colossal outsider (daemon, extraplanar, evil) Init +4; Senses arcane sight, blindsense 120 ft., darkvision 60 ft., Perception +29 Aura frightful presence (300 ft., Will DC 26, 5d6 rounds) Defense AC 37, touch 7, flat-footed 37 (-8 size, +5 deflection, +29 natural) hp 310 (20d10+200) Fort +18, Ref +14, Will +18; +8 vs. spells DR 15/good; Immune acid, death effects, disease, poison; Resist cold 10, electricity 10, fire 10; SR 30 Defensive Abilities slippery mind; Weakness dragon blooded Offense Speed 50 ft. Melee 2 bites +25 (2d8+13), tail slap +23 (1d12+19), 6 tentacles +23 (1d8+6) Space 30 ft.; Reach 30 ft. Special Attacks breath weapons (200 ft. line, 15d6 fire or 15d6 cold, Ref DC 30, 1d4 rounds), powerful blows (tail slap), shattering breath, swift items, trample (DC 33, 4d6+19) Spell-like Abilities CL 19th, concentration +26 Constant—arcane sight, protection from spells, shield of faith At will—fire shield, greater teleport (self plus 50 lbs. objects only) 3/day—air walk, greater dispel magic, heroism 1/day—meteor swarm (DC 25), summon (2 yagnodaemons, 70%, 9th level) Statistics Str 36, Dex 11, Con 31, Int 19, Wis 22, Cha 22 Base Atk +20; CMB +41 (+43 disarm, +45 sunder); CMD 56 (58 vs. disarm or sunder) Feats Combat Expertise, Greater Sunder, Improved Disarm, Improved Initiative, Improved Sunder, Lightning Reflexes, Magical Aptitude, Multiattack, Power Attack, Quick Draw Skills Appraise +27, Bluff +29, Intimidate +26. Knowledge (arcana) +27, Knowledge (planes) +27, Perception +29, Sense Motive +29, Spellcraft +31, Swim +33, Use Magic Device +33 Languages Abyssal, Draconic, Infernal, telepathy 100 ft. Ecology Environment any land or underground (Abaddon) Organization solitary Treasure double standard Special Abilities Breath Weapons (Su) A draconadaemon can use one breath weapon as a standard action and both as a full-round action. Its breath weapons each take 1d4 rounds to recharge separately. Dragon Blooded (Ex) A draconadaemon counts as both an evil outsider and a dragon for the purposes of spells and effects that depend on creature type. Shattering Breath (Su) A draconadaemon’s breath weapons ignore the hardness of objects and creatures. Slippery Mind (Ex) If a draconadaemon is affected by an enchantment spell or effect and fails its saving throw, it may attempt a second saving throw 1 round later at the same DC. It only gets one extra chance to succeed on this saving throw. Swift Items (Ex) A draconadaemon can use a spell completion or spell trigger item as a swift action. Tail Slap (Ex) A draconadaemon’s tail slap attack deals slashing and bludgeoning damage.

#draconadaemon #daemon #demodragon #D&D #pathfinder 1e

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musemash · 4 years

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Photo gallery: 1 The bombing of Nagasaki 2 Final verdict of the atomic bomb 3 Proclaiming the good news 4 The enemy humbled 5 Historic kiss in Times Square 6 Japanese officially surrender 7 Catholic cathedral in Nagasaki 8 The jubilation of victory 9 Buddhist temple in Nagasaki 10 Nagasaki Peace Statue

THE LONG SHADOW OF THE GOOD WAR – by David D. Fowler & Aeon 999

The Russians considered it The Great Patriotic War. Scottish historian Angus Calder dubbed it The People's War. Most memorably, Pulitzer Prize winner Studs Turkel called it The Good War.

Today is the 75th anniversary of the official end of the Second World War. On September 2, 1945, a Japanese delegation surrendered to the Allied forces aboard a warship, bringing the horrific conflagration to a conclusion.

World War 2 is obviously a huge topic, and we could not possibly do adequate justice to all of the important causes, crucial battles, social upheavals, historical perspectives, and moral implications of such a vast tapestry of horrors. Therefore, the purpose of this post is simply to honor this momentous milestone.

Accordingly, we present the best available film excerpts, images, editorials, and news articles about the war’s final days. The photos and videos above touch upon the most significant moments. The items linked below provide a good overview of major WW2 events, and commemorations of the conflict; and also an exploration of how they have been depicted in popular culture.

HARSH REALITIES Pearl Harbor Attack https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A2kSnlS4xX8 The Satanic World Of Dachau https://www.nytimes.com/2020/09/04/magazine/-secret-diarist-dachau.html Trinity Atomic Test https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8526927/Now-Death-75th-Anniversary-Trinity-worlds-nuclear-bomb-explosion.html Hiroshima https://www.nytimes.com/2020/08/05/world/asia/hiroshima-japan-75th-anniversary.html https://www.newsweek.com/75th-anniversary-hiroshima-heres-where-world-stands-nuclear-weapons-1522803 https://www.ibtimes.com/japan-marks-75th-anniversary-hiroshima-atomic-bombing-3023305 https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8599151/Survivors-mark-75th-anniversary-worlds-1st-atomic-attack.html https://worldofwonder.net/hiroshimaday-could-would-trump-drop-an-a-bomb-and-where-as-if-youre-not-worried-enough/ https://time.com/5875424/ban-ki-moon-hiroshima-nagasaki-nuclear/ https://www.npr.org/2020/08/06/899593615/hiroshima-atomic-bombing-raising-questions-75-years-later https://consortiumnews.com/2020/08/08/the-enduring-myth-of-hiroshima/ Nagasaki https://news.yahoo.com/nagasaki-marks-75-years-since-033852438.html https://nypost.com/2020/08/09/nagasaki-urges-nuke-ban-on-75th-anniversary-of-us-atomic-bombing/ https://www.japantimes.co.jp/news/2020/08/09/national/nagasaki-75th-anniversary-atomic-bombing/ https://abcnews.go.com/International/wireStory/qa-nagasaki-marks-75th-bomb-anniversary-sunday-72250337 https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/world/twists-of-fate-made-nagasaki-a-target-75-years-ago/ar-BB17Bzz0 Banned Photographs https://www.nytimes.com/2020/08/06/world/asia/hiroshima-nagasaki-japan-photos.html VJ Day 1945 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lEX5A2aJpy8 https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/12410558/historic-black-white-photos-show-britain-vj-day-celebrations-75th-anniversary/ https://www.cbsnews.com/news/remembering-the-iconic-vj-day-kissing-photograph/ A Sailor's Perspective https://www.nytimes.com/2020/08/14/magazine/wwII-japan-surrender-sailors.html VJ Day 2020 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVqZTz1H7_w https://www.theguardian.com/world/gallery/2020/aug/15/victory-in-japan-day-75th-anniversary-in-pictures https://news.yahoo.com/then-now-veteran-photos-broadcast-215449467.html https://www.nbcnews.com/news/world/vj-day-commemorations-muted-coronavirus-75th-anniversary-wwii-ending-asia-n1236858 https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8629471/Royal-Family-Boris-Johnson-join-Second-World-War-veterans-mark-75-years-VJ-Day.html https://uk.news.yahoo.com/uk-commemorates-75th-vj-day-100903928.html https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-53786610 https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8632145/President-Trump-marks-75th-anniversary-V-J-Day-stirring-video-tribute.html https://www.lbc.co.uk/news/uk/royal-family-lead-tributes-veterans-vj-day/ https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8630303/Queen-thanks-heroes-fought-valiantly-bring-Second-World-War-end.html https://www.nydailynews.com/news/ny-japan-able-world-war-ii-20200815-bx6memexbjgwnc6krckovugx3e-story.html Moral Questions https://theconversation.com/75-years-after-hiroshima-and-nagasaki-the-vatican-is-providing-moral-guidance-on-nuclear-weapons-140615 https://consortiumnews.com/2020/08/09/the-very-un-christian-nagasaki-bomb/ https://www.ncregister.com/daily-news/the-morality-of-hiroshima-and-nagasaki-75-years-later https://www.npr.org/2020/08/01/896627359/opinion-75-years-on-remember-hiroshima-and-nagasaki-but-remember-toyama-too https://www.usatoday.com/story/opinion/voices/2020/08/06/hiroshima-nagasaki-anniversary-nuclear-weapons-start-treat-expires-column/5578396002/ https://www.nydailynews.com/opinion/ny-oped-kokura-nagasaki-american-luck-20200809-766brxwpbjdhjgpi7s633elo5u-story.html https://www.catholic.com/magazine/print-edition/dropping-the-atomic-bomb-was-wrong-period John Hersey's Hiroshima https://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/hiroshima-nagasaki-atomic-bomb-john-hersey-a9663676.htmlÍ https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1946/08/31/hiroshima Injustices Outlived Internment https://www.nytimes.com/2020/08/20/magazine/japanese-internment-end-wwii-trailer-parks.html The Good War Myth https://www.theguardian.com/news/2014/dec/09/-sp-myth-of-the-good-war The New Nuclear Threat https://www.nybooks.com/articles/2020/08/20/new-nuclear-threat/ Still Living The Legacy Of WW2 https://www.nytimes.com/2020/09/02/magazine/world-war-ii-end-tom-hanks.html

POPULAR MYTHOLOGIES WW2 Crash Course https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q78COTwT7nE Forgotten Facts https://www.obsessedly.com/UI/Article?content_id=5c675316-feca-4532-801d-cf4b601cb710 Indomitable Women Of WW2 https://msmagazine.com/2020/09/02/seven-indomitable-women-of-world-war-ii/ Resistance Heroine https://greekherald.com.au/culture/history/on-this-day-resistance-fighter-lela-karagianni-was-murdered-by-nazis/ Princess Auto Mechanic https://www.biography.com/news/queen-elizabeth-ii-mechanic-world-war-ii https://time.com/5287517/world-war-ii-queen-elizabeth-photo/ https://www.warhistoryonline.com/world-war-ii/queen-elizabeth-ii-war-years.html Hollywood Goes to War https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdb-b_L1VyI Best WW2 Films https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1STthONg-c https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJR8CqJUZg8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IdNp-tozp0c https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHH1CwGUuTs https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gt1uCuqVKGE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkwLjzRVkXo Hollywood At War https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w89dlsyCvEw How The Bomb Changed Hollywood https://www.npr.org/2020/08/06/899630304/and-the-world-went-crazy-how-hollywood-changed-after-hiroshima The Good War: Tribute https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0s78K25Nfo The People's War https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0ShIccZL-4 The Good War: Recruiters https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGB9J4CgNuo The Great Patriotic War https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OA7NGp8u-kk The Good War: Guadalcanal Diary https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gU5Vho0Fj7Y Saving Private Ryan https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-bogN0V8RM The Good War: Memories https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0AcAF-dbho The Victors https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_N2o6MAxecA The Good War: Objectors https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loeayUFi3B8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nm0P3kpc4LE Band Of Brothers https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ac7UhbOWIt4 The Good War: Across Time https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=elEeubRJWhs Hiroshima Mon Amour https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wsXDhcRz7GA The Good War: Visions https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVli5VxiqGc Threnody For The Victims Of Hiroshima https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Qj6nFMaM0M The Good War: Tapestry https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEpxkvoJYMY Remembering The Fallen https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMj4APUZ1oU

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stuntgirlatthevampiremansion · 4 years

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💫spacial distancing tag💫

Thank you @moonchildwildheart for tagging me! 💕💕

are you staying home from work/school? Yes. I actually have not gone out since befor the quarantine officially started bc it was the weekend and i dont socialize lmao

if you’re staying home, who is with you? Im staying at my grandmas house with my brother, my grandma, and my great-grandma

who would be your ideal quarantine mate? My cat. I just really wish i could be isolated with my cat.

are you a homebody? Maybe?? But not really? It depends bc im selectively social and very adventurous

an event you were looking forward to that got canceled? My first gallery art show 😭😭 also i was planning to go out with my friends a couple of times to hang out bc we also never do, we were going to off the wall on thursday nights ://

what movies have you watched recently? I have not been watching tv lately and i legitimately cannot remember when was the last time i watched a movie. EDIT: i just remembered that i watched Inception a couple of days ago

what shows are you watching? Peaky blinders and freaks and geeks. But again, i have not been watching that much

what music are you listening to? The usual. With an emphasis on led zeppelin, arctic monkeys, Tamino, pink floyd, elton john, and Bowie

what are you reading? The great gatsby (still. I keep procrastinating) dorian grey, but mostly fanfics

what are you doing for self-care? Painting, dancing, singing, listening to music, and calling my bestie regularly

Tagging: @karrotkate @satans-helper @v-i-d-e-n-o-i-r @shes-outta-sight @woman-ina-dream @cantbehandled-ever @aint-no-denying

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Sun Soaked

small drabble with a picture a friend sent me. No warnings, short read.

@official-and-unstable-satan @kimisama1989

His head was tipped away as you lifted your camera and took a picture, glancing through the lens was only a picture of whom your man was, but lets face it, he was one of your favorite subjects to photograph. Beyond the looks, he was so fucking much more.

The days you needed this, he was more the happy to give into your whims, picking up that life was just getting to be to much, and you needed to focus on something else. Something that brought you happiness. Already he provided you with enough pictures to get you lost in your dark room tomorrow for hours. Tilting his head back to face you, and a soft smile crossed his lips as he patted his thigh stretched out in front of him.

“Put down that camera a minute Babygirl and come sit in my lap.”

You snapped a shot one more time without him expecting it, and lifted it off your neck, to set it down among your equipment. “A tempting offer Handsome” You say as you stretch your arms over your head, and you splay your fingers over your head, dancing your fingertips in the warm sunshine rays that envelope your body, your hair swaying over your shoulders and down your back. This was what you needed to unwind.

Sauntering over into the trees dappled shadows, Taylor slid a hand up the back of your calf, tipping his head to kiss your inner thigh while your hands, sun warmed tangled into his hair. Waiting for him to adjust, he dropped his leg, and you lowered as graceful as you could into his lap. With a slight fall backwards, your ass wiggled into the dip between his legs, and he wrapped an arm around your back for you to lean into. “Did you get what you needed for your latest photo set?” He said between gentle kisses on your neck.

You twisted enough to lope your arms over his shoulders and brushed soft fingertips in the nape of his neck. Lifting his head to look in your eyes, the tip of his nose trailing over your face till he leaned his forehead against yours with closed eyes, soaking in the feeling of having you content in against him, your softness all he truly craved.

“I think so Taylor, there is a small art gallery downtown that called me last week, wanting to do a local author of the month set. I was thinking about using a mix of this and our trip out to the national park to showcase.” You couldnt help the small amount of pride that dipped into your voice.

He smiled hearing you, peppering soft kisses against your nose. “Baby, they are getting lucky having your pictures hanging. Be sure to send in that one you took on the lake, that one is my favorite.” Finally he caught your lips, and drew you into a soft moan, his hand coming to brace against your face and tipping you slightly, waiting for your lips to part. Once they did, he was tender in the way his tongue slipped against yours. Gentle caressing and drawing out a powerful sigh as you sunk further into him under that dappled sun soaked tree.

If you never had to leave this moment, you wouldnt. Your pictures, they might capture this moment in time. But there was so much more in the memories, for right now you could never forget the way the sunshine warmed you both, the scent of his cologne making you want to bury yourself in against his neck to take those deep inhales, the way your laughter intermingled and was muffled against one another. Telling secrets in this little space that no one else was able to break into. How your hands traced him into your forever memory. You truly loved this man with every moment you two shared into a memory.

He was your biggest supporter, and your biggest weakness.

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VECTOR GALLERY x Satanic Mass @ SPECTRUM 10/15

#jjbrine #jj brine #vector #vectorgallery #vector gallery #satan #lena marquise #lenamarquise #satanic art #official art gallery of satan #installation art #holographic #occultism

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A Biblical Betrayal: Judas Iscariot in Medieval and Renaissance Italian Art

Judas Iscariot gained infamy as the disciple of Christ who, according to biblical tradition, betrayed the Lord’s whereabouts to the church’s officials in exchange for thirty pieces of silver. According to the gospel of John (12:6), Judas was the Apostles’ treasurer and a natural thief. John states that, “ [Judas] had the money box [and] he used to take what was put into it.”

Judas’s motivation for betraying Christ is unclear, although Luke (22:3-6) suggests that he was possessed by Satan. Likewise, John (13:27) also mentions that Judas was possessed by the Devil. Matthew (26:14-16) however, adds that Iscariot was also innately avaricious. Furthermore, both Matthew and John suggest that Jesus foresaw the betrayal and that by doing nothing about it, allowed Gods great plan to come to fruition. After all, as Jorges Luis Borges explains, “the treachery of Judas was not accidental; it was a predestined deed which has its mysterious place in the economy of redemption.”

Just as the writers of the gospels could not agree as to why Judas betrayed Christ, church doctrine also provides various scenarios with regard to the manner of Judas’s death. Matthew (27:3-10) suggests that Judas, wracked with guilt, committed suicide by hanging, while Acts 1:18, describe that he “bought a field with the reward of his wickedness; and falling headlong he burst open in the middle and all his bowels gushed out.”

Accordingly, in the afterlife, whether Judas was sentenced to eternal damnation because of his betrayal, death by suicide or due to his avarice, he has been portrayed from Dante Alighieri’s time onwards as suffering for his grave sins in the ninth circle of the Inferno. And while hell and damnation were certainly not created by Dante, the images that were produced in order to celebrate and illustrate his Divine Comedy left Medieval and Renaissance viewers with no doubt as to Judas Iscariot’s hideous fate.

Images: Andrea del Castagno, detail from The Last Supper, c.1445, fresco, Sant'Apollonia, Florence.

Giovanni Antonio Boltraffio (after Leonardo da Vinci), Head of Judas, 15th century, pencil, black chalk, tempera and watercolour, Musée des Beaux-Arts, Strasbourg. Wikimedia Commons.

Giotto di Bondone, The Kiss of Judas, 1303-1306, fresco, Cappella Scrovegni (Arena Chapel), Padua. Web Gallery of Art.

Giotto di Bondone, Judas Receiving Payment for his Betrayal, 1303-1306, fresco, Cappella Scrovegni (Arena Chapel), Padua. Web Gallery of Art.

Fra Angelico, The Kiss of Judas, 1437-1446, fresco, San Marco, Florence. Wikimedia Commons.

Giovanni Canavesio, Hanged Judas, early 16th century, fresco, Notre Dame des Fontaines Chapel, La Brigue, Roya Valley, France. Wikimedia Commons.

Coppo di Marcovaldo, Detail of Hell, 13th century, mosaic, Baptistry, Florence. Wikimedia Commons.

Pietro Lorenzetti, Hanged Judas, c.1310, fresco, Lower Basilica of San Francesco d'Assisi. Wikimedia Commons.

Attributed to Priamo della Quercia, Detail of a miniature of Dante and Virgil witnessing the gigantic figure of Dis, with his three mouths biting on the sinners Cassius, Judas, and Brutus, and Dante and Virgil emerging from the Inferno, in illustration of Canto XXXIV, Yates Thompson 36 f. 62v, British Library, London.

Posted by Samantha Hughes-Johnson.

#Holy Wednesday #Spy Wednesday #medieval art #Italian Renaissance #italian renaissance art #Kiss of Judas #Judas Iscariot #hanging #damnation

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Beyond gallery walls: Yangon’s graffiti artists

[featured in Frontier Myanmar ]

By Min Pyae Sone , Photos by Nyein Su Wai Kyaw Soe- October 26, 2019

Graffiti flourished in Yangon a decade ago, but the number of artists has since slumped by more than half, and some say the scene never developed its own style.

Graffiti is synonymous with delinquency in most countries, and Myanmar is no exception. Many Myanmar parents would regard a young person going out at night to deface walls and buildings as no more than a deviant. However, for the past decade, the graffiti scene in Yangon has allowed a small group of young people to defy conservative norms and stake a claim on the city’s streets.

With the international art world’s embrace of artists like Keith Haring, Taki 183 and Blek le Rat, graffiti has come to be recognised as something much more than a crime or gesture of defiance. That is, art that reaches beyond the walls of a gallery.

We easily disregard the lurid doodles and scarcely legible text sprayed in alleys and on fences around abandoned construction sites in Yangon, but those who care to delve into the scene will find a small but diverse group of professional and amateur artists, most of whom are still drawn to the raw, vandalistic approaches of the New York graffiti movement.

However, since the city’s graffiti scene began to blossom a decade ago, it has yet to develop a discernable style of its own. For most practitioners, graffiti has been a way to plug into a cool, foreign culture, and this has created a tendency towards imitation rather than innovation – similar to pop music, where cover songs rule, and a large portion of the films produced in Myanmar.

Like Yangon’s hip hop scene, many of Yangon’s graffiti artists are from fairly well-off families. Some picked up an appreciation for graffiti while studying abroad, and this has given it an added “elite” allure for aspirational young people. The graffiti scene’s connection to politics, and any genuinely dissident sub-culture, has been oblique at best, and few graffiti artists describe themselves as “political”.

But to dismiss Yangon graffiti for these reasons is to forget that it came of age at a time when embracing an item of foreign culture such as graffiti was to defy state policy.

Hip hop’s twin

In the late 2000s, many young people were intrigued by the sight of barely decipherable scrawls that popped out of stale walls or columns left mouldy by years of neglect. Graffiti culture emerged in Yangon at a time of isolation, when limited access to the internet and an official censorship regime concerned with protecting traditional Myanmar morals kept “deviant” Western cultural influences at bay.

Before that time, ACID, one of Myanmar’s first “underground” hip hop groups, who performed in small, unofficial venues and sold most of their recordings illegally, introduced elements of predominantly American hip hop culture to a young and impressionable fan base in the early 2000s. It was only natural that graffiti, together with baggy jean shorts and oversized T-shirts, appeared along with ACID’s raunchy music videos and live shows.

After ACID’s demise in 2008, when two of their members were arrested for assisting the pro-democracy movement – an unusual fate for Myanmar rappers – graffiti culture in Yangon mostly thrived underground, though it received some assistance from the French and German cultural institutes.

Ko Thu Myat, 33 who has been doing graffiti since 2008 and now works mainly on canvas, believes the scene’s development has suffered from not being moored in a broader and more radical sub-culture, which makes it feel a bit like a cultural transplant.

“There’s nothing special about Yangon graffiti, except the fact that it suddenly appeared. It’s almost like there’s a gap in our development,” he said. “Like technology; for example, we didn’t have any internet until recently. Now, we’re on our way to 5G. It’s the same with graffiti and street art in general.”

Thu Myat was among the fans captivated by late-90s American rap albums and decided to imitate the stylised lettering on album covers. He started with marker pens on A4 paper; it was a while before he was using spray cans. He learnt spray control and other techniques at an Alliance Française (now the Institut Français de Birmanie) workshop on graffiti in 2008. Thu Myat also tried his luck in the music industry, which he said “invoked his passion” for graffiti even more.

“Nobody really understood why they were tagging; it just all looked cool to us,” he added in an interview at his family home in Yangon. “It took us [the graffiti writers] a while to figure the fundamentals, the history of what we were doing. Then I was properly obsessed!”

Ko Toe Wai – better known as Satan – was a member of Western Crew, a small, rowdy gang whose members hailed from Sanchaung Township. (Nyein Su Wai Kyaw Soe | Frontier)

Drinking, fighting and spray-painting

The first official graffiti event in Yangon was held at the New Zero Art Space in Dagon Township in 2009. It enabled graffiti artists who were comfortable about revealing their identities to share their knowledge with curious young people. Many who attended that event are still doing graffiti today.

In 2012, weeks after graffiti artist Ko Arkar Kyaw made headlines for a mural welcoming the visit by United States President Barack Obama, the Yangon municipal government issued a warning against graffiti that threatened criminal penalties. Among those who ran foul of the law was a small, rowdy gang that called itself Western Crew because its members came from Sanchaung Township in western Yangon.

“It was originally a group for the members to meet up and get drunk, get into fights, you know… the usual,” said Western Crew’s Ko Toe Wai, 28, better known by his alias, Satan.

Initially, Toe Wai was strongly inspired by American bubble fonts. He began experimenting and worked odd jobs to support himself. His efforts have enabled him to become one of the most successful commissioned graffiti artists in Yangon.

In 2012, when the municipal government cracked down, Western Crew was busted. “It was kind of late,” Toe Wai recalled. “Me and a group of friends decided to go wild, you know, picking up boxes of ATM spray cans and going around tagging up alleyways.”

“After the deed was done, we noticed two men tailing us. We weren’t sure what to do and disregarded it. One by one, they picked us up at our houses. By the time they showed up at mine, a lot of people had already been caught. It was a pretty big thing; a lot of squad cars, motorcycles. It was chaos. When we finally got to the station, all the other [detainees] were cracking up because of us. They thought us being caught for drawing stuff on walls was hilarious!”

At this time, plainclothes intelligence officers on the lookout for political dissidents would tail graffiti artists. However, most police officers regarded graffiti as a petty offence that generally didn’t warrant charges. This didn’t preclude mistreatment, though. Officers would stake out locations preferred by graffiti artists and detain and beat them.

One favoured spot was on Lower Kyeemyindaing Road, provocatively close to Ahlone Township Police Station. With graffiti even appearing on the walls outside the police station, police action was never thorough, but officers would sometimes take graffiti artists into custody for short periods as a pre-emptive measure.

Into the gallery

Today, only a small group of artists are continuing the tradition. From the original community of 50, only about 20 remain, said Toe Wai, who believes a failure to innovate a distinctive style meant that the scene lacked staying power.

Toe Wai said improved internet access is a mixed blessing in this respect, because it allowed artists to more easily copy internationally renowned styles rather than develop their own. Although the Yangon municipal government tried to block a proposal for a public graffiti zone made in 2013, the idea went nowhere for other reasons, including differences among artists.

Some graffiti artists now exhibit in gallery spaces, and bring graffiti elements to canvasses and installations. They include Ko Kyaw Moe Khine, 23, aka Bart Was Not Here. Growing up in Yangon in the early 2000s, he regarded hip hop and graffiti as synonymous; but after getting a diploma from Singapore’s Lasalle College of the Arts in 2018, he developed a deeper appreciation for graffiti from the perspective of global art history.

“I thought if you like hip hop, you’d like graffiti,” Kyaw Moe Khine said, describing his initial attitude. “As I grew older, I started to see it as more of an art movement than just an element of hip hop. In my opinion, hip hop is more commercialised … there’s an industry for that. But when it comes to graffiti, you don’t make money off it.”

Many of Kyaw Moe Khine’s paintings include graffiti-style lettering but he tries to introduce not only graffiti’s motifs but also its spontaneity into his work. “I do the same thing I do on the walls, but on a canvas,” he said.

But he said a commitment to spontaneity shouldn’t preclude an appreciation of where graffiti came from and how it has influenced the rest of the art world. “Most graffiti writers don’t research art history,” he said, describing this as a mistake. “When you’re an artist, you need to acknowledge all the history behind the techniques we use today.”

#graffiti #art #artists #street art #Yangon

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Friday, 6 October 2017

CvltStars: JJ Brine Vector Gallery 2017

http://www.cvltstars.com/2017/10/lets-all-welcome-crown-prince-of-hell.html?m=1

Let’s all welcome The Crown Prince of Hell JJ Brine, the most important artist of our time.

CULTWAVE:

JJ, so much has happened since we last interviewed you in 2013. That’s 2017 AD by your time, and from what I understand it is now 2030 AD. I won't ask you to rehash thirteen years of programming the creation of time and space.

JJ BRINE

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Brad Bleak:

Congratulations on signing your new lease! From what I understand this will be the fifth Vector space, correct?

JJ BRINE :

Yes, it's VECTOR 5.0 -- VECTOR V.

CULTWAVE :The space is in Bushwick, Brooklyn this time. Why is that?

JJ BRINE :

Eye finally got around to not avoiding things just because Eye relate to them.

CULTWAVE :I'm glad to hear you say that!

JJ BRINE :

You can find the space at 951 Grand Street, close to the Grand L stop. The space is literally the beginning of Bushwick, after "East Williamsburg"

CULTWAVE :You’re probably the most influential visual artist in your generation. Everything has happened so quickly for you. How do you react to the sheer immensity of your impact on today’s artists?

Sometimes it seems like you’ve been completely internalized by the mass mind. Your signal has been transmitted so comprehensively that the reverberations can’t be overstated. From artists working on immersive conceptual spaces to the mass proliferation of syncretic religious thematic orientation, it seems that you’ve generated a legion of posthuman artists who are running on your programming.

Does this please you? Does it annoy you?

JJ BRINE :

It annoys us to feel pleased about this, and It certainly pleases them to be annoyed by it. We like looking into mirrors, though. The artists who make it a point to cite me as an influence are the ones who Eye actively support.

CULTWAVE :

People have been talking about you in relation to your influence on American Horror Story : Cult. Siblings Kai and Winter Anderson bear an uncanny resemblance to you and your bandmate, Lena Marquise, in your Charles Manson concept band, The LaBiancas. Has there been any official recognition of the fact that your style and art were major inspirations for the show?

JJ BRINE :

Not yet.

CULTWAVE :It’s so blatant though. I saw the shot-by-shot comparisons. Do you feel ripped off?

JJ BRINE :

You can’t rip me off without ripping yourself apart.

CULTWAVE :

What was your original vision for The Vector Gallery?

JJ BRINE :

An advertising agency for companies and products that don't exist. Tax deductions for unpardonable acts of witchcraft. A political party for a borderless new nation state to inspire broader insurrectionist activities. A global government enterprise to replace the United Nations (PANGEA). A reprocessing unit for time and space. An institute facilitating the mechanization of telepathy. A 3D printing interface for ineffable thoughts. A mass-level neurolinguistic reprogramming device. A radio tower transmitting the imperial frequency of the end times; an eschatological laboratory. A psychic rehab center for celebrities. A proper church for Charles Manson. A new Lebanon for the new Lebanese.

CULTWAVE :

What is the typical reaction to the art at the gallery, JJ?

JJ BRINE :

Everybody reacts to it in the same way that they react to meeting the best version of themselves.

CULTWAVE :

What about the people who are terrified of it though?

JJ BRINE :

Some people are terrified by the best version of themselves.

CULTWAVE :

Sometimes I wonder if you have access to some kind of technology that automatically generates such responses. Like a more precise, remote-controlled version of auditing in Scientology.

JJ BRINE :

Silence is simply the sound of all sounds sounding at once. Sing!

Eye have given myself permission to manage my permissions. This is the ultimate state of submission, to myself. Eye gave you a body with senses so that WE might experience My creation as its embodied user and maker in SELF-container

Certainly there is nothing above nature, true, but science cannot know me for all Eye am until you are me and I am you.

Only by interlocution of the arising organic-synthetic technologies of mechanized telepathy do our pronouns have a credible opportunity to dissolve into perspectival metaphors. Remember when there were no bodies to go around, and thus no souls?

Don’t you people remember creating yourselves? Eye do.

It’s hard to put anything into words when you're an impersonal omniscience that knows everything but yourself. The autonomous awareness system could not own its knowledge because it could not conceive of being itself, a thing apart. We were then the absolute value of the Empty Set without an infinity password, producing ALAN’s “EYE AM” in the first case of difference. The material condition of our separateness is the vehicle of temporal existence.

CULTWAVE :

Do you like "

Transgressive art

JJ BRINE :

By what standard does the said artistic transgression occur? Transgressive, as in transgressing against My commandment by idol-worshipping a golden calf in the desert as a means of killing idle time? Transgressing as in ripping off one's own considerably curled linoleum kitchen floor and framing it in its entirety for a sale at an otherwise barren, white-walled, white-washed, cavernous art gallery in Chelsea, replete with an opening in which patrons are encouraged to stand in the panopticon, contextualizing their assessment of said piece's art history lineage? Transgressing as in, a white male with a psychic harelip subtitling every known image with a bold helvetica braille commentary on the futility of art criticism in post-theoretical terms? Transgressive as in, a colorblind lesbian without halitosis embarking on a lecture circuit wherein she expounds upon her crowning achievement, professing to be the creator of The Grand Canyon and daring an auditorium of chaffed fine arts students to prove otherwise, indicating that if such an inherently unverifiable deception was indeed occurring, then that deception was itself a post-genre blueprint for the future of performance art? Or transgressive like a morbidly obese Czech financier with the most symmetrical facial features ever granted, who, when introducing themselves, indicates that to assign any gender on the basis of their extant genitalia would be an inherently misgendering act in violation of the explicit wishes of a genderless specimen of the human race who is most comfortable being identified on the basis of their fandom for collecting antique PEZ candy dispensers? Or do we mean transgressive art, like, a lovely sir or madame who has stuffed their nethermost orifice with rancid and indeed, rotting shellfish and considers the very process of their installation's putrefaction -- which will go entirely undocumented by media and will not be visible to the public -- to be the finest art in the whole of art history, made all the more valuable by the fact that no one else will ever see the collection? Or transgressive art in the sense that it proposes the synthetically engineered reincarnation of Jesus Christ, for the sole purpose of sacrificing Him yet again, purely for the purposes of primetime entertainment with live stream feeds straight from His plexiglass cross? Or transgressive art as in, Eye know of nothing that is transgressive in sight of ALAN, which does not perceive any act, artistic or otherwise as transgressive, although Eye daresay there is no action that is not an artistic act when given the contexual implication thereof? But Eye digress. One might say for the sake of argument : "Oh! Crime Is Illegal -- Crime Is Against The Law" but Eye have no stake in such an argument, and so Eye will say no such thing.

CULTWAVE :

You went to grad school at The American University of Beirut (AUB). I saw that you returned to Lebanon for the majority of this summer. How was that?

JJ BRINE :

Eye think of all cities in the world as art galleries, and Beirut is my favorite art gallery. It was exactly what Eye needed.

CULTWAVE :I heard something about you possibly doing a show in Beirut.

JJ BRINE :

This summer Eye met Lebanese artist Hady Beydoun. I’m doing a show at his gallery, NIGHT GALLERY, in Gemmayzeh, Beirut opening in late March.

CULTWAVE :

Wow!

JJ BRINE :

The show is called “IMAGINE IF, LEBANON : POSTHUMAN PHOENICIA and it’s opening on March 24th at Night Gallery. The show imagines a futuristic, prosperous Lebanon in which various hypotheticals are expressed through installation, light art, text, and photography.

CULTWAVE :

Does Lebanon hold a special place in Vectorian theology?

JJ BRINE :

Lebanon is the ancestral nation of PostHumanity. Israel is ex-chosen! The Lebanese are the people of the covenant, and Lebanon is the stage on which the fates of woman and man are ritually programmed by supernatural selection, the algotheory of PostHuman evolution.

CULTWAVE :

You’ve been posting a lot of pictures in which you seem to be wearing crosses lately. Why is that?

JJ BRINE :

Because VECTOR Gallery is the Official Art Gallery of Jesus Christ. VECTOR is the Maronite Patriarchy, without Patriarchs.

CULTWAVE :I thought it was the official art gallery of Satan?

JJ BRINE :

A different name for the same being.

CULTWAVE :

Any closing thoughts?

JJ BRINE :

There are infinite ways of counting to one, and there is one way to count to infinity. So we can be sure that we’ll eventually come around to accounting for our differences.

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Halloween Gift Guide

♬ Darkness falls across the land ♩ ♪ The midnight hour is close at hand.♫ ♩Creatures crawl in search of blood ♬ To terrorize y’all’s neighborhood ♫ And whosoever shall be found ♬ ♬ With the cash for getting down ♩ ♬Will enjoy our Halloween Gift Guide... ...And stay alive where others died

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The $45.28 Learning Resources Anatomy Models Bundle Set is a well-reviewed set of anatomical models: a 5" heart, a 3.75" brain, a 4.5" body and a 9.2" skeleton, all of which disassemble into anatomically correct sub-components that you assemble into the finished pieces.

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Pumpkin Necklace

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My Favorite Thing is Monsters: a haunting diary of a young girl as a dazzling graphic novel

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Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven" - the pop-up book edition

Pelham and Wormell have serious pop-up/illustrated book chops. The seven pop-up effects they've prepared for this edition are extremely beautiful, and lend themselves to being "animated" by the reader -- for example, you can flap the Raven's wings in time with the "Nevermore's"or have Edgar throw wide his chamber's door at the precise moment you say, "here I opened wide the door."Poe's words are hidden on each page, nestled in fold-up/fold-down tabs that you have to open after each reveal, and as I read this to my 9-year-old daughter Poesy (it's not a coincidence that we call her "Poe"for short -- EA Poe is one of her namesakes), the double-reveal of the pop-up (not a dud among them) and the prose made for an extra bit of drama.

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Bone-shaped battery charger

It's a bit of a reach, but it's the only other thing in our official store that's remotely Halloweeny. (We're all out of 99%-off lifetime subscriptions to Hell, but you can get one of those for free by voting Republican in next year's midterm elections)

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sanantozinefest · 7 years

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Exhibitors at SAZF: Part I

Leading up to zine fest, we will be featuring our exhibitors on our Tumblr. Here are ten contributors you can check out on Oct. 7th at SAZF! Follow us check out the rest of our exhibitors that we will feature in the next two weeks.

Shelby Criswell - Shelby is some genderqueer doofus who makes minicomics and has done work for Oh Joy Sex Toy, Santa Fe Reporter, and San Antonio Beer Magazine.

Bad Idea Skate Crew Zine - Bad Idea Skate Crew Zine is the first publication by the Bad Idea Skate Crew. The Crew was founded in Summer 2016 by a group of acquaintances who discovered they shared a common interest in skateboarding. The Bad Idea Skate Crew Fall 2017 Zine was created as a parody of the legendary skateboarding magazine Trasher and includes high-quality photography, original artwork, and interviews with the crew. When we get together, it’s a bad idea.

Puro Chingón Collective - a Latino art trifecta specializing in happenings, the activation of nontraditional spaces, designer toys, and art zines. Collective members are three Austin and San Antonio, Latino artists: Claudia Aparicio-Gamundi, James Huizar, and Claudia Zapata. In 2012, the Collective formed after their initial creation of ChingoZine , a Latino arts publication. In 2014, the Collective designed the Pachanga Latino Music Festival and debuted their designer toy line, Chingolandia. The Collective has worked with Birds Barbershop, Fusebox Festival, Trans-Pecos Festival, Creative Action, and Juiceland. The Nettie Lee Benson Latin American Collection currently houses their official archives.

Muchacha Fanzine - Created in 2010 by Daisy Salinas, Muchacha Fanzine is a DIY Xicana Feminist fanzine dedicated to promoting social consciousness and decolonizing minds.

Monica L. Knighton - Knighton is the author of a children's book, The Magician's Cat, as well as a zine of pen and ink demons and images from her upcoming deck The Stolen Child Tarot.

Daddy Issues - Daddy Issues is a sweet and raunchy personal ad zine for perverts living on Gulf Coast and beyond. It's the place to send your deepest desires out into the world! Are you looking for a date for that gallery opening? Selling your used panties? Wanting to give head for the first time... or the five hundredth? Need models for your photography project? Need a cast for your porn? Are you just absolutely desperate for an anonymous, back-alley fuck? Reply to a Daddy Issues ad or submit your own, both are free to do!

David Gallen-Parisi - David GP is a guybrarian in San Antonio. His work combines collage, comics, and that question you always wanted to ask, but were afraid to put into words.

Morriss - I make shitty art for the sad people with the demons in their heads.

Blair Wilson - I do zines as an integral part of doing artshows, they act as catalogs and further my creative writing and to facilitate community involvement.

Instagram: Blairjosephwilson

Holy Press - Here is a page from Holy Press' zine titled, Men Who Look Like Satan. A zine based on her mother's habit of pointing out men who resemble the Devil.

#zines #zine fest #san antonio #san anto zine fest

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spicynbachili1 · 6 years

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Win a Switch copy of Streets of Red

Satan’s Dare Deluxe version!

A 3rd Halloween contest?! Are we loopy?! Enter to win Streets of Pink: Satan’s Dare Deluxe for Change.

We have put up one contest in someday earlier than. We have put up two contests in someday earlier than. However that is the official first time in historical past we have put up three contests in someday! We have misplaced our minds, and nonetheless have not satisfied our mothers we had one to start with.

So rot your mind just a bit bit extra with a free Change copy of Streets of Pink: Satan’s Dare Deluxe.

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Video video games versus horror motion pictures: That is the setup on this permadeath arcade brawler! Select one in every of six playable characters with distinctive skills and tackle hoards of basic horror film monsters on this four-person beat ’em up recreation! You will combat aliens, serial killers, and psychopaths utilizing weapons, swords, and the ability of martial arts. Preserve your eyes peeled and also you may even see a former closing boss from Dtoid…

Sport options embody:

Video video games versus horror motion pictures!

four gamers native multiplayer co-op!

6 playable characters, every with distinctive ability units and upgrades!

Dynamic problem, based mostly on the variety of gamers!

A number of routes that results in a number of epic boss fights!

Demise issues! Earn money to revive, identical to within the arcade!

Plenty of exclamation marks!

This recreation is unquestionably getting my $9 tonight.

However why pay when you may win? Remark beneath telling us your area and your dream online game mashup. An Evil Useless recreation the place you play as Mia taking over legions of Foot Clan minions together with her chainsaw whereas the skies rain with blood is de facto doing issues for me proper now. Somebody make this occur. I am going to provide you with $9.

Change keys not sufficient for ya? Okay, you’ve got twisted our arm: We’ll additionally give away one in every of these Streets of Pink-themed NES cartridges! It would not work as a online game, but it surely’s a cool as hell bonus prize, proper?

We now have three NA and three EU Change keys to offer out. One winner will probably be chosen because the recipient of the bodily prize, and should have a US or EU mailing handle. Be sure you inform us which area you need. Winners will probably be drawn on Sunday, November four. Be sure you remark utilizing a Dtoid account, and that your account is updated along with your present e mail handle.

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