#drumming in the rain

[j-tillow]

[thatshowthingstarted]

GOLD RAIN DRUM, ANCIENT KINGDOMS OF CHAM !

The only recorded golden raindrum known to archaeology.

Jean-François Hubert dates the gold drum between the 10th and 12th century based on its stylistic elements. He states that it is an authentic Cham piece made in Vietnam under a post-Dongsonian influence.

Vietnam, ancient kingdoms of Cham, ca. 10th-12th century. The gold repoussé finely hammered and skillfully applied with gold wire, the top decorated with a central star design symbolizing the sun, encircled by a meander band surmounted by four separately crafted frogs, well modeled in crouching poses, enclosed by the braided rim, above the hourglass body set with four loop handles and decorated with meander and spiral designs.

Courtesy: Zacke

[vulcanette]

[thesleeptokenarchive]

On This Day: July 5 2023

The esteemed drummer of the collective, II, posted to his Instagram a video of this Rain play through. This was taken on June 13 2023 while Sleep Token performed at the Ziggo Dome in Amsterdam, Netherlands. This leg of their United Kingdom and Europe Summer Rituals tour was spent opening in support of Slipknot.

Video imagery was captured by Adamrosssi

[daredevils-advocate]

Literally just lying here listening to the storm outside and remembering that II can control the weather. Canonically. That happened.

[ifelllikeastar]

Prince was born epileptic and had seizures when he was young. He was not fond of his name and wanted people to call him "Skipper" instead, which stuck with him throughout childhood. He wrote his first song, "Funk Machine" on his father's piano when he was seven years old.

He played football, basketball, and baseball. He played on the Minnesota Central High schools  junior varsity basketball team, and continued to play basketball for fun as an adult. He was also trained in classical ballet at the Minnesota Dance Theatre through the Urban Arts Program of Minneapolis Public Schools.

Prince's first album, 'For You', was released on April 7, 1978. According to the album notes, Prince wrote, produced, arranged, composed, and played all 27 instruments on the recording, except for one song whose lyrics were co-written.

Prince was musical genius and composed music that featured profound musical sophistication and harmonic complexity and he managed to synthesize so many different musical strands—rock, rockabilly, pop, funk, synth funk, disco, new wave, and country.

Born Prince Rogers Nelson on June 7, 1958 in Minneapolis, Minnesota and died on April 21, 2016 in Paisley Park, Chanhassen, Minnesota at the age of 57.

[1five1two]

[ashthewaterghoul]

Can I get some slightly spicy Mountain/Rain? 🙏🏻

I don't write a lot of spicy stuff so I hope this is okay. It was going to be a few hundred word drabble, but in true Ash fashion, I yapped.

"Good" - A Mountain/Rain One Shot

“Your little innocence act doesn’t work on me, Rain.” Mountain said, his voice finding residence low his throat.     “S- sorry, sir, I didn’t-“     “Didn’t what? Didn’t meant to drag yourself to my kit and start playing? I thought you were going to be good for me?” Mountain taunted, standing behind Rain and encasing him in his shadow.     “No! I am! I am good! Please, I’ll show you-“ Rain went to spin around, but Mountain’s hand locked firmly around his throat and stopped him from moving.

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Tags: Praise k!nk, like a smidge of choking, dom!Mountain, sub!Rain, instrument practice with a happy ending, spoiler it's fade to black bc I'm not up for writing full blown scenes yet but there is plenty of spice to make up for that (I hope), ends on a really corny joke so I'm just going to apologise for that now💀

For the love of Satan, MDNI

~~~

    Water and Earth got along like a house on fire. Water nourished the plants and the Earth carved out spaces for rivers and lakes and ponds. It was a glorious relationship in which they helped each other out.

    The same can be said Mountain and Rain.

    Not only did their Elements call to each other, but Mountain was the one who nutured for Rain after his summoning. Not only was if from necessity, but because Mountain’s stomach dropped at the skinny Water Ghoul shivering in the summoning circle. It ending up a happy coincidence that the two both were in the rhythm section of the Ghost project, and Rain’s spot on stage being one right next to Mountain. They were each other’s everything and often made their appreciation known to each other.

    But right now? Rain was bored.

    In fact, he was starfished out on the music room floor, his bass laying somewhere near to him. He’d been staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours as the little squeaks of Mountain’s tuning keys filled the room, where music once had.

    They often had little practice sessions with just the two of them. It was important that drum and bass locked in with each other so their music sounded the best it could. And they were never going to say ‘no’ to a bit of alone time.

    They were just going through the songs from Impera but they weren’t even halfway through Spillways before Mountain stopped, saying something was wrong with his kit. And so Rain sat down to wait. Then he slumped. Then he started lying down.

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    After Satan-fuck knows how long, the Earth Ghoul put his hardware down and sighed.

    “Done?” Rain asked, lifting his head and, yes, maybe he had his fingers crossed.

    “Yeah, I gotta go to the bathroom though.” Mountain replied as he stood.

    Rain groaned and flopped around so he was face-first into the ground.

    “So dramatic.” Mountain muttered, his eye-roll practically audible.

    “Fuck you.” Rain said, albeit muffled by the carpet.

    “Maybe later.” Mountain said.

    Rain was about to say something else but his voice was cut off into a groan as Mountain threaded his fingers into Rain’s waves and pulled his head up by his hair.

     “Is this the game we’re playing?” He whispered, low and almost threatening into Rain’s ear, “Because I can take as long as I want in the bathroom. Hell, I could go to the Clergy ones on the other side of the building. After that, maybe I want to try a new layout with my kit. Maybe my drums will fall out of their tuning again as I move them around and I’ll have to fuss with them all over again. So, I’ll ask you again, are we playing this game, Lilypad?”

    Rain’s brain was short-circuiting, and he mentally cursed himself for falling this easily. The two usually loved to fight over who (quite literally) came out on top and earn the submission of the other. But all Rain’s brain could think of right now was wanting to be Mount’s good boy.

    Rain shook his head as much as the strain on his neck would allow, biting back whimpers at the hold Mountain had on his scalp.

    “That won’t do, baby. Words. Let me hear my Syren’s gorgeous voice.” Mountain said in that same husky whisper.

    “No, sir.” Rain replied shakily.

    “Good.” Mountain said, purposefully avoiding the full phrase and gently lowering Rain’s head back down, “Wait in this room until I get back.”

    Rain had no chance to respond before Mountain was out the room. He groaned again as he curled in on himself, internally cursing how responsive his body was to Mount’s brief action. He also cursed himself for wearing the tightest pair of jeans he owned because now they were even tighter.

    He did his best not to palm his bulge, Mountain may not have said it but he knew there was the extra demand of “No touching”. It was always there and Rain didn’t even want to try so much as ghosting his pinky over his zipper. Somehow, Mountain always knew.

    What he didn’t say, however, was that Rain couldn’t move. So, he sat up and groaned as his back ached. There may be a carpet, but it was thinner than Rain’s patience and rough stone floors laid beneath it. As Rain stood, he caught sight of Mountain’s drum stool. He sat down on it and gave a few obligatory spins before facing the kit properly.

Well, Rain was still bored and now he was frustrated too. Mountain had taught Rain some drums over the years and so the Water Ghoul’s deft fingers reached out for the two sticks and started playing the simple grooves, fills and the like that he knew. He lost his shirt at one point and didn’t notice Mountain watching in the doorway.

    “Having fun?” The Earth Ghoul shouted over the noise.

    Rain froze like a deer in headlights and he scurried to put the sticks down where Mountain had left them. The Earth Ghoul chuckled and his unreadable expression made Rain shiver. Rain put his hands in his lap, carefully avoiding where he was still painfully hard, somehow even harder than he was before, and fixed his eyes firmly to the ground.

    “Your little innocence act doesn’t work on me, Rain.” Mountain said, his voice finding residence low his throat.

    “S- sorry, sir, I didn’t-“

    “Didn’t what? Didn’t meant to drag yourself to my kit and start playing? I thought you were going to be good for me?” Mountain taunted, standing behind Rain and encasing him in his shadow.

    “No! I am! I am good! Please, I’ll show you-“ Rain went to spin around, but Mountain’s hand locked firmly around his throat and stopped him from moving.

    Mountain’s fingers wriggled and adjusted slightly to make sure he had a safe hold on Rain’s gorgeous neck. Ghouls may be a lot stronger than humans, but there was still a right and wrong way to do this. And when Rain gave his signal of two taps of his tail against the ground, telling Mountain he was green, the Earth Ghoul got right back into it.

    Not loosening the hold Mountain had on Rain’s throat, he sank to his knees behind Rain and put his mouth right by the shell of the Water Ghoul’s ear, “You think you’re so good? I’ll need you to prove it.”

    “Please.” Rain got out, quite literally choked off, “Wanna be so good. Your good boy.”

    “One good thing, I suppose, is you’re already prepared for me.” Mountain said, running a hand along Rain’s dick print. Rain could feel his smirk as the Earth Ghoul squeezed Rain’s neck and cock at the same time.

    He wanted to moan or say something, but the hand on his throat simply forbade it. Rain was starting to see sparkles and gave one harsh tap with his tail to tell Mountain he needed to let go, and the Earth Ghoul did so immediately.

    “Fuck.” Rain gasped as he took lung-fulls of air. His jeans somehow grew even tighter and he was sure that the button was about to pop off them.

    “Stand up.” Mountain commanded as he did the same, again enveloping Rain in his shadow.

    Rain did so, wobbly slightly as he got his breath back. He tried to turn and face Mountain but a rough hand shoved his shoulder.

    “I didn’t tell you to do that, did I?” Mountain nearly snarled, “I thought you wanted to be good?”

    The push from Mountain made Rain nearly fall straight into the drum kit. But he managed to catch himself, hands braced on the high tom. He shuddered and knew he’d played right into Mountain’s hand when the Earth Ghoul let out a chuckle at the stance Rain had landed in.

    “Maybe you are good.” Mountain said contemplatively, kicking his stool out the way and pressing his own clothed bulge against Rain’s clothed ass, “You look so eager like this. Practically begging for it.”

    Rain was close to fully begging. But thankfully he didn’t have to as saw Mountain’s t-shirt land in a heap over one of the cymbals. Mountain used a hand on each of them to get both of their flies open and pushed Rain’s jeans down with his underwear before his own. Rain groaned in anticipation when that heavy appendage landed with a slap on his lower back.

    It was definitely going to take them a while to get back to their practice session. But of course, it’s important for drum and bass to properly lock in with each other so their music sounded the best it could.

A/n: Syren herself has picked up and wrote a chapter 2 where we do indeed see Mountain wrecking Rain over the drum kit…

[slugpunk-underground]

Hi @distant-echoss I’m gonna make more promotional fanart for your upcoming fic! NSH drum solo time.

[fruit-of-the-kaisarion]

honorable mention to how pretty the drums look here :)

(screenie taken from here)

[1introvertedsage]

Sometimes when I cry it’s because I’m so frustrated in a situation and I feel powerless.

Like, I know what I can do or would like to do.. but as a polite and meek woman I’ll shed a tear, drop my head and quietly sniffle to myself rather than calmly stand up and slam your face into the table because you deserve it and are a poor excuse for a human or a man.

[druidshollow]

Untold Odyssey begins her final attack on Adamant Dune's group. Step one is to separate Dune from her siblings.

teeheehee odyssey blows some dudes up bigtime >:) red guy's name is commanding drum, he's new to battle and didn't get to do much before blowing up twice. rip drum. also whimsy survives that in case anyone's worried about whimsy

the "want your brother back?" comment is because the singularity bomb she throws is actually six forks' micro cell! :D odyssey murdered him pretty brutally and left his body as a warning to dune a few days before this

[lapumpkinmusic]

[vulcanette]

rain down on me~ ☔️

[cellabrations]

working from home is great sometimes but personally today I’ve just been listening to gerard way radio on spotify and reliving hesitant alien era (emotionally)

[skateironicallycantskate]

random oc fun fact: natalie can’t sleep when it rains without a rain drum