#Foraz

[justplainsimon]

Mind Electric is just the Who song from How the Grinch Stole Christmas but its about a guy who should be on meds thinking he's a martyr getting the Electric chair for his "genius"

[xuterboo]

Good day! Or night? It doesn’t matter, today we will have residents of Hades for analysis

Recently I found a person who posted all the (at that time) characters in full size. Why did I find this so late 🥲

However, let's get started

Some of the kings dress differently from their subordinates, but Levi decided to insert his own dress code. In Hades, strict clothing is accepted. With permission for some accessories, similar to the type of chains the King himself had. On the hand of the King of Envy you can see three sixes located in a circle. Honestly, at first I didn’t understand that this was the number of the devil. I thought it was some kind of symbol with deep meaning. But everything turned out to be simpler

Foraz and Valefor share the same clothing style. Apparently they occupy approximately or the same positions at work. The details that are interesting to me are several things: a noose on the neck, which speaks of devotion (applies to all the demons of Hades), different left boots, differing only in color and material (?) And of course capes with ropes on the sides. I don't think I particularly like Hades as a country, but the fashion there is great 😍

Foraz has distinctive details in his image: a chain on his horns and a tattoo on his cheek. What's also interesting is that he doesn't wear the chain because he's imitating Leviathan. More precisely, not only for this reason. According to Foraz, he just likes the look of the chain. And also his tattoo is his own artifact.

Barbados has a fur belt with his signature rose flower. The same pose is on his earring, and the artifact of this character is also a rose. Oh yes. And attacks too. He really loves roses. He even smells like roses. It seems he even eats them sometimes hahaha

Glasyalabolas, (Damn, I hope I didn't summon some creature while I was writing this) altogether a unique case. Judging by the medals and banners, he is a general, or any military figure. This can be judged by the carriages, a special braided rope with peculiar tassels, black and white ribbon and, in principle, more luxurious clothing. Fighters get paid a lot, especially in high positions.

I want to say that his artifact, the raccoon, does not suit him at all. He's a menacing killing machine. What, the hell, a stuffed raccoon??

The name Glasyalabolas is made into 2 words and one French article "La". As we know, people took many things from hell, and France is the embodiment of Abbados, the land of lust (We can judge this by the names of the demons from there). In that case, my question is, what did you forget in Hades? The vibe from this character suits the place though.

By the way, Hades itself represents the architecture of England, somewhere in the Victorian era. Absolute monarchy and complete submission are very similar to this country

[ulanysillykotek]

mama chce zrobic jutro ciasto z galaretką😭 kms serio. szczerzr jebac to zycie. nie mam sily cwiczyc jem foraz mniej wiec przynajmbiei tyle.

[kabritto]

Crescente sentimento de inveja floresce

À medida que deslizo meus dedos sobre a tela

Contemplando o coletivo de aberrações estéticas

Ostentando sua aparência de impacto perpétuo

Exposta em construtos de carne geométricos

Moldados em adoração ao prazer selvagem

De identidade condizente a própria imagem

Cegos pelas mentiras de uma juventude eterna

Almejando o ápice de seus desejos imorais

Exibidos ao apetite foraz de um mundo plastificado

Ao qual hábito, e cobiço

Pois, ao fim das minhas tardes

Desejo apenas ser um corpo endeusado

Em paixão ardente por olhares desconhecidos

[compatilhandome]

Eu tô em paz ou não me importo mais?

Me cobrei tanto esse ano que agora estou anestesiada, não sinto mais dores, ou remorso. Os dias estão passando e eu me pergunto: eu realmente estou vivendo da melhor forma que eu posso?

A vida não é sobre acumular riquezas ou bens materiais, mas sem dinheiro a gente também não faz nada. É como se eu passasse os dias trabalhando para assim poder viver o que eu quero.

Só que isso vem junto sobrecarga e muitos problemas, que nos desgasta, e como se não fosse o suficiente, nós não descansamos o suficiente, para assim, recuperar o ânimo de enfrentar mais uma semana.

Uma bola de neve se forma, bola de neve de cansaço, angústia, medos e principalmente inseguranças. Vulnerável a essa sociedade foraz que nos machuca. Estou tão machucada que estou nem me importo mais e só quero paz.

[luizdominguesfan]

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Amigos: nesta primeira edição de 2023 do programa “Só Brasuca”, através da Webradio Crazy Rock, trazemos um grupo de artistas da pesada do Rock brasileiro, escolhidos por eu mesmo (Luiz Domingues) para compor a playlist e com produção e locução de Julio Cesar Souza.

Ouviremos o som dos seguintes artistas: Lee Recorda, Ave Máquina, Cassius Cernik Project, Prognoise, Delta Crucis, Foraz, Rockixter, The Baggios, Adriano K, Guilherme Arantes, Carmen Blues, Véio Rock, Antiprisma, 3Cruzeiros, André Frateschi e uma canção da minha banda, Kim Kehl & Os Kurandeiros.

Serão sete execuções em dias e horários diferentes, entre 28/1 a 3/2 de 2023. Anote:

Sábado, dia 28 - 14 horas

Domingo, dia 29 – 20 horas

Segunda-feira, dia 30 – 10 horas

Terça-feira, dia 25 – 31 horas

Quarta-feira, dia 1º de fevereiro – 18 horas

Quinta-feira, dia 2 – 16 horas

Sexta-feira, dia 3 – 12 horas

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[disneydreamlights]

Fah who foraze! Dah who doraze Welcome Christmas, come this way! Fah who foraze! Dah who doraze Welcome Christmas, Christmas Day!

Grinchmas 2021

[hollyevolving]

So my brother hosted a Thanksgiving dinner at his house.

My mom is super into having the family say grace before meals, even though:

1- we NEVER did this until maybe 10 years ago

2- it only happens at family gatherings

3- despite her and my brother being protestant and my brother-in-law being catholic, the majority of us are agnostic. I am atheist.

And yet. Mom was drunk, and brother-in-law is very talented at speaking off the cuff, so we went with it.

Most of the time, we fold our hands and bow our heads, so nobody notices that most of us aren’t remotely praying, because we’re all looking at our laps.

But yesterday, for some reason, Mom said, “let’s all join hands.” (the reason is she was drunk). So we did.

And then...nothing, for a few very awkward seconds.

And then my eldest cousin, one of the agnostics, started singing “Welcome Christmas” by Dr. Seuss - the song from How the Grinch Stole Christmas that goes “Fah who foraze! Dah who doraze! Welcome Christmas, come this way!“

And her sister, and me, and my sister all chimed in. Because we all knew it.

We got through the first verse, broke down laughing, and then my brother-in-law ad-libbed a quick 30-second prayer before we started up again.

---

Also, Thanksgiving is a celebration of stealing land from indigenous people. It’s good to gather with loved ones and to mark the changing times and seasons with traditions, to give psychological shape to the turning year. But Americans should really come up with a different word for the thing they do in November.

[lahu-foraz]

Super cute Black Karakul hoodie commission!

@anhe-foraz and I really like to work in this kind of projects and we love how confortable and cozy it is! 🐏

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[emptyacnt]

THANK YOU @lahu-foraz

[xuterboo]

My temperature is 38 right now, so...

Kings of Hell and your disease. Their concern for you☕💊🛌

Part 2

Satan:

Voluntarily forcibly drags you into bed and creates a cozy atmosphere. He makes sure that you don’t take too many pills, calculating the right amount.

If you resist, he speaks in a confident commanding tone about the importance of your treatment. He quickly manages to persuade you to lie on the bed.

Heartfelt conversations about childhood and how you were treated. You will learn a lot about the King of Anger. (Perhaps he was a sweet but naughty child?)

In any case, an atmospheric conversation will make you feel better much faster.

He ordered the servants to bring you food in bed so that you wouldn’t strain yourself once again. He monitors your treatment quite carefully. If he can't, he calls Sitri or some other demon from the nobility.

Part of the dialogue:

Satan: You look like a vegetable. Are you all right?

MC: mmmmm.. yeah?

Satan: Asshole, Quickly to bed!

Mammon:

As soon as he learns from you that you are sick, even if the temperature has not risen very high, Mammon will pick you up in his arms and carry you like a bride. .During this, he will order Bimet to send the best doctors. You will be well looked after. You will be fed deliciously and treated almost like a child.

Mammon will come to you while taking breaks from work. While stroking your head, the king of greed speaks loudly about the weaknesses of humanity. But he doesn’t do this to offend.These are rather complaints about the fact that His “Master” is from the human race, and not from the demonic. But after reflection, Mammon will change his mind. If you were a demon, Mammon would be less able to take care of you. And this situation suits him quite well. It's not fatal, it means everything is fine.

Part of the dialogue:

MC: Mammon! I am good. It's just a runny nose

Mammon: But you are so fragile... How can I simply ignore such calls of real illness? Don't worry. I have the best doctors. They will cure you

«Marbas arrives. Examines MC and turns to Mammon with a straight face»

Marbas: ..... Blow your nose. Here's the treatment

Mammon: (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Leviathan:

He wanted to appear as if he didn’t notice your unwell state of health. And you, because of your own beliefs, endured your bad condition. At some point, Levi can’t stand it, and with the only phrase “Man, follow me,” he grabs your hand and takes you to a luxurious room, where he lays you on the bed.

Your protests are simply ignored. Leviathan doesn't even listen to you while he orders Foraz's prying eyes outside the door to bring medicine, otherwise this man will catch a cold and be even more useless

He sorts through the pills, but throws them on the bed, wondering which ones will suit you. There are completely different medicines in hell, and who knows what will harm you?

He chooses the most reliable medicine, which Solomon seems to have even used.

The King of Envy assigned Barbados to you, and he secretly feels jealous because he doesn’t spend much time with you. Even if you are sleeping, he wants to be near you. He visits you extremely rarely, but spends quite a lot of time by your bed. He still doesn’t admit that he wants to be near you, and he tells the servants that he’s just checking to see if this person will die.

Part of the dialogue:

«Leviathan throws the pills on the bed. MC is very surprised that Levi cares about him/her»

MC: Um... Maybe I can see what medications you have?

Leviathan: Shut up, otherwise I'll shove these pills up your ass

«Very embarrassed because of his own feelings of concern, that’s why he behaves this way»

MC: Mmm~ sounds sexy~ *Biting his lower lip*

«Suddenly a light box of pills flies into MC's face»

This is my personal opinion. Thanks for reading

It seemed to me that pushing all the kings here would be too much. So I'll do the second part:

[sylvanfreckles]

For Balance Information, Press or Say One

Yet another treasure dug up from one of my many...MANY...fanfiction.net accounts. Originally published November 3rd, 2012, under username Seijax.

Summary: (Set during Crack in Time) Ratchet gets an unexpected message as he prepares to set off for the Breegus system. At least now he knows Clank is still alive...who else could be making random deposits to their joint bolt account?

(Minor spoilers for the end of Tools of Destruction/beginning of Crack in Time. Nothing beyond major plot points.)

(Italic section is a flashback)

...

"Qwark, we don't have room for all of that." Ratchet leaned back against Aphelion, surveying Qwark's luggage with dismay. "Seriously, why do you need seven suitcases? This is a rescue mission, not a publicity tour."

"Yeah, but it never hurts to be prepared," the captain protested.

Ratchet buried his face in one hand. "Get it down to one suitcase or you're not coming with me."

"That's no fair!"

"One suitcase, Qwark! I'm not afraid to leave without you."

With a grumble under his breath, Captain Qwark sat down in the middle of the spaceport to sort through his suitcases. "We'll see who's saving the galaxy when I can't find my crotchetizer."

The lombax sighed and turned away. Now that he finally had a clue for where Clank might be he got saddled with the galaxy's "greatest hero". He missed Talwyn already. They had made plans to search for Clank together, but she had finally gotten a new lead in her search for her father. Ratchet couldn't blame her for wanting to follow the trail before it got cold again...but he could wish Qwark was a bit more...heroic.

"Hey, Ratchet, I can get it down to five if I leave my espresso machine behind, is that enough?"

"One bag, Qwark."

"That's just cruel! How can you expect me to go on a rescue mission without this?"

Ratchet turned to look at the device in the captain's hand. It looked like someone had taken an ignition coil, a section of drain pipe, and bright pink oven mitt and welded them together. "Uh...what is it?"

"It's a Dual Iron 300! Combination hairdryer and waffle maker. Very useful for making breakfast and taming flyaway split ends all at the same time," Qwark explained, striking a pose. "It also makes a mean kerchu surprise. You can't expect me to leave this behind—that would be barbaric!"

"Do you even have hair?"

Qwark started to reply, looked at the Dual Iron 300, back over to Ratchet, then tossed the device over his shoulder. "Fair enough. This baby, though...Foraz Thul's Nine-Irons-In-One Automatic Golf Club with Detachable Caddy (those don't come cheap, you know). That should come in handy, right?"

Ratchet slapped a hand over his eyes. "Keep an eye on him, will ya?" he murmured to Aphelion. "I'm gonna go check on the flight plan."

Leaving Qwark under the ship's capable supervision, Ratchet made his way through the spaceport to the navigation kiosk. The last time he'd checked the departure queue there had been an alert about an engine failure on one of the platforms. Everything seemed to be running smoothly now, but there were still four ships to go before Aphelion was clear for take-off.

As he was checking the departure lanes his nav-unit pinged, alerting him to a private text-only message. It was probably from Talwyn, one more "good bye and good luck" note (she'd already sent three of those). Ratchet sighed again and activated the screen on the device.

Greetings, customer 700-32819!

This is an automated deposit alert. Your account ending in H-R57 has received a deposit of 1473 bolts. This amount is now available for use.

Thank you for banking with the Gadgecorp Intergalactic Bolt and Trust.

Ratchet stared at the message for a moment. Deposit? But he hadn't made a deposit in weeks. That could onlys mean... "Clank?"

Ratchet climbed into the pilot seat, grateful to finally head away from the movie studio. "What a day, huh, Pal?"

"Indeed." Clank was turning something over in his hands. "I believe I could get used to this."

The lombax let out a snort of laughter. "I'll bet, Secret Agent Clank. Hey, whatcha got there?"

"My pay chip. Apparently I am compensated generously for my role in this film."

"Yeah? That's great!" Ratchet patted the little robot on the shoulder. "Let's head over to the bank and open an account for you."

Clank blinked. "Can we not deposit it in your account?"

"No, that's your money, Clank," Ratchet shook his head. "It wouldn't be right for me to take any of it."

"But you would not be taking it."

"Yeah, well..." Ratchet shifted in his seat. "Look, it's your pay chip. You're the star, Clank. I'm just the chauffeur. You need to keep those bolts for yourself."

"You let me have access to the bolts you earn through your mechanic jobs," Clank replied.

"That's different."

"We have also shared the bolts found during our adventures."

"Yeah, but we both found those."

"How is the money I am earning any different?"

Ratchet fidgeted again. "It's just...well..." his voice sank down to a mutter, "I can't make that much." Things had been a lot easier back on Veldin, where he could count on steady work. There were just too many mechanics on Kerwan.

"What if we added my name to your account? Then you would not be taking it; we would simply be merging our earnings."

Ratchet blinked. He hadn't thought of that. It still felt a little bit like taking his friend's money, but they did already share an apartment. Besides, it wasn't like he was going to run off with Clank's money. The little robot was all the family he had.

And he had to admit...after years of scrounging for whatever bolts he could earn on odd jobs it would be nice to have a steady income. Even if most of that income was Clank's.

"All right," Ratchet relented, "but if you ever want to open your own account just say so."

"I do not believe that will be necessary." Clank settled back in his seat, decidedly content. "Now, Jeeves, to the bank."

"Yes sir, Secret Agent Clank, sir!"

If Clank was operational, every bolt he found or earned would automatically be deposited into that account.

For the first time in weeks, a genuine smile spread across Ratchet's face.

"Hang on, Pal. I'm coming."

...

PS: Qwark finally got his luggage consolidated to two suitcases. Sadly, he lost his entire collection of self-drying loofahs in the crash on Zolar.

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[dinoandrade]

Welcome, welcome! Fah who rahmus! Welcome, welcome! Dah who dahmus! Halloween Day is in our grasp! So long as we have hands to clasp! Fah who foraze! Dah who doraze! Welcome Halloween! Bring your cheer! Fah who foraze! Dah who doraze! Welcome all who's far and near! Fah who foraze! Dah who doraze! Welcome Halloween, come this way! Fah who foraze! Dah who doraze! Welcome Halloween, Halloween Day! Welcome, Halloween! Fah who rahmus! Welcome, Halloween! Dah who dahmus! Halloween Day will always be! Just as long as we have we! https://www.instagram.com/p/CFz5B_NDQY1/?igshid=1dscmwtzpt519

[stand-awake]

Máscara

Logré alguna vez desdoblar la máscara. Lijar aquel rostro hasta obtener sus personalidades.

Las ví existir entre el vacío de la máscara y el espíritu que le daba brillo a sus ojos.

Vi amor, pena, dolor y odio entre ellas. Las vi reconciliar el pasado y sobrevivir al futuro.

Vi cómo se mezclaban y renovaban, se quemaban y renacían.

Con un objetivo común, luchaban por y entre sí, abandonadas a una voluntad mayor.

Una voluntad que habita en lo profundo junto al pudor del deseo, junto al temor de vivir.

Junto al ímpetu vitalista del alma y del cuerpo. Justo en la escisión del espíritu y su persona.

Vi personalidades difusas desplazarse por caminos sinuosos y contradictorios.

Caminos que enfrentaban a cada parte del ser entre sí; enemigo de sí mismo.

Con pudor vi las patéticas conclusiones derivadas de tan complejas discusiones.

Conclusiones constructoras de realidades fantásticas, y fantasías decadentes.

De realidades efímeras y sueños ideados entre las salvajadas del discurso bélico.

Una realidad que fue paraíso e infierno; cielo y tierra; mar y fuego; valle y montaña.

Entre sus discursos se hacía notar el alcance de sus ideas; su límite.

Las personalidades, en su permanente hambre, lo consumían todo.

Ni el amor ni el odio externos escapaban la foraz fuerza del deseo de cambiarse a sí mismo.

Ni la tragedia más grande parecía conmover los métodos; mentalidad volutiva bélica.

Una tragedia que exige la calma en la tormenta.

La soledad no se hizo esperar, a lo largo de los cansados discursos de las partes cansadas.

Las mismas palabras sólo fueron escuchadas un par de veces; se aparentaba cambio.

Los sinónimos, sin embargo, no lograron disfrazar los sentires; falló la sintaxis.

Una forma de sentir más pura que cualquier discurso.

Al acabarse las palabras, en la soledad del silencio, me encontré con decepción y esperanza.

La decepción de quien se ve al espejo por primera vez.

Una esperanza más sabia de lo evidente a ojos y oídos, que ha compartido más de una esencia.

En la soledad del desdoble, y de la guerra por la propia conquista, lo encontré finalmente;

Una convergencia de espíritus que conforman uno, y su contraparte.

Una máscara que portaré consciente del espíritu que sus ojos reflejan.