#location: bar

[chloesimaginationthings]

These clown animatronics in FNAF wild as hell..

[harryvoxx]

Harry was well versed in the works of women like Valentina: but in his first initial meeting with her this evening, something told him she was a forced to be reckoned with. Fading into the background, the music thumping from the speakers become of little consequence as Harry leaned his forearms atop his thighs. A laugh like that, innocence laced with a venom he had no doubts could hurt even the strongest of men.

Maybe his imagination was running wild, and she was none of those things.

“Where I’m from, sarcasm's typically reserved for parliamentary debates, dinner with the in-laws, that kinda' shit. Anything to get through it, really...so yes, to answer your question: I understand it. I just don't fawn over it when it's delivered...like that," head tilting to the side as he regarded her with an almost bored expression. "Do you know the difference between sarcastic and sardonic? I'm trying to figure out that out about you..." a man born into politics could be as cutting as the next person.

Every move she makes, whether that's reaching for her drink or a shift in her seat: Harry tracked. He'd learnt to read a room long ago, but there were still people, much like Valentina, where it wasn't as simple. The political world, and the world of the Assembly, bore many kinds of people — those he understood. Her, though? Something...grabbed his attention.

Harry didn’t smile—at least not in any way that warmed the core of anyone around him or mirrored those on the dance floor, thrusting their hips in time to a new, changing beat. This place was still a shithole, he thought, bringing his mind back to Val. A man who found more pleasure in argument than agreement. That trait he'd gained from his father, that particular thought alone, caused his skin to prickle.

“You make him sound petty...I just — hang here with me a sec, okay — Nietzsche didn’t burn cathedrals because he was bitter. He dismantled them because he saw the rot in their foundations. It takes a particular kind of intellect to stand where most kneel and ask why the altar’s there in the first place.”

His father hadn't seen the rot that was forming in their family, and had never made the attempt to pull himself together enough to want too save them. "I mean, think about it, he wasn’t afraid of belief. He was afraid of stagnation. There’s a difference. He knew ideas, like empires, get complacent when they grow too comfortable. So he struck matches, and kept strikin' over and over—and the best of it, not even out of spite, but because he understood that sometimes, fire is a kind of mercy.”

Like the hell he was going too one day: he'd already accepted that fate.

“You call it masculine. I call it inevitable."

Tit for tat, over and over.

"I needed a palate cleanser.” No, he was waiting on a client. But that was information he wouldn't hare freely. Especially with not just anyone. "What about you?"

Valentine lets out a breath of a laugh, it's nearly angelic, but everything else about the woman screams otherwise. Thick lashes lift slowly, as if the significance of the conversation had finally piqued something real behind those lacquered hues. And possibly it had.

Her crimson-stained petals part in mock wonder. “Awe, Crumpet, is sarcasm usually not served with tea where you’re from?” Her smirk is quicksilver, there, gone, then back again, keener. She could be tasteless in her jestful ways, but she'd enjoy the outcome regardless.

She grants herself a sip, savoring it like it’s aged scotch and not the lukewarm excuse for gin the bar dared to offer. “I never said Nietzsche wasn’t provocative. Or clever. Or occasionally profound.” Her manicured talons tap once, twice against the glass, matching the beat of a thought she hasn’t quite decided whether to share or safeguard. “I said he wasn’t right. There’s a difference.”

Her gaze drifts back to her bartop buddy. “He built chaos out of cathedrals and called it philosophy. Fascinating? Sure. Renowned? Of course. But let’s not pretend he didn’t glorify destruction simply because he couldn’t bear the ache of belief.” She shrugs, a bare shoulder glinting like temptation. “It’s all very masculine, don’t you think? Burn the house down because you didn’t build it.”

The minx leans in, chin resting on her knuckles now, entirely too composed for a room this unrefined. “And as for what I’m doing here…” She lets her gaze sweep the bar, slow, ironic. “Call it... slumming. Or perhaps divine tedium. Maybe I like watching men with expensive watches squirm in places that stain.” Her smile flickers wider. "And may I ask what you're doing here?"

[comradesummers]

we don't appreciate the bronze enough. she did so much for us. she survived seven seasons of vampire attacks and demon summonings only to be cruelly taken out in the finale. rip

[abilugarak]

Had a brief mental vision of "if Jadzia had to die, she could have died saving someone else from Dukat. And then that person could have tension with worf n shit."

And then immediately this was followed up by "Jadzia could have died saving Garak".

I think if this had happened in the show it wouldn't have been great cuz it would still be killing of Jadzia for bad reasons, but we already have that in the show!

Anyway I will now promptly forget I ever thought about this.

[3liza]

I think that we should rent this place, rip out the drop ceiling, illegally convert one of the weird back rooms into a bedroom for someone in exchange for employment, and open a goth bar. you have to deal with the fucking liquor board (they are corrupt and evil) but alcohol is one of the most profitable businesses you can run

[simdertalia]

🥛☕️ ACNH The Roost Set ☕️🥛

80 items | Sims 4, Base game compatible

All the items you'll need to recreate The Roost Cafe in your TS4 game. Most items came with only 1 swatch each. There are lots of items that I added extra swatches for. *See bottom of item list for links to the handful of items that have already been made in other sets. Everything is always posted with the option of pick & choose, so they are easy to find and one-click download.

This set is brought about by the lovely patrons who voted 💗

Set contains: Buy: -Amiibo Books 1 & 2 (2 items)  | 2 swatches each | 768 & 338 poly -Amiibo Phone | 5 swatches | 1076 poly -Amiibo Table | 1 swatch | 576 poly -Bar Ceiling piece | 1 swatch | 141 poly  -Bar Hanging Lamp (2 versions, longer and shorter for people who do not want to use the ceiling structure piece) | 5 swatches | 680 poly -Bar Mixer | 1 swatch | 166 poly -Bar Seat (functions as bar stool) | 1 swatch | 1060 poly -Bar Shelf (lots & lots of slots!) | 2 swatches | 840 poly -Bar Shelf Clutter (cups, towels, small milk all 1 item) | 1 swatch | 2526 poly -Bar Shelf Cups | 1 swatch | 2084 poly -Bar Siphon (2 versions: steam & no steam) | 1 swatch each | 1038 poly -Bar Siphon 2 (2 versions: steam & no steam) | 1 swatch | 1794 poly -Bar Table (functions as bar) | 1 swatch | 654 poly -Cafe Coffee V1 with saucer (steam & no steam versions) | 10 swatches | 1232 poly -Cafe Coffee V2 no saucer (steam & no steam versions) | 10 swatches | 770 poly -Cafe Sign (lights up at night) | 2 swatches | 754 poly -Change Tray | 1 swatch | 220 poly -Closet Box (single) | 1 swatch | 258 poly -Closet Boxes (2 stacked) | 1 swatch | 514 poly -Closet Gyroids 1-5 (5 items) | 1 swatch each | 1180, 1202, 1174, 1068, & 1202 poly -Closet Shelf (lots of slots!) | 1 swatch | 170 poly -Clutter Stacked Glasses | 1 swatch | 262 poly -Clutter Stacked Mugs | 1 swatch | 1814 poly -Clutter To Go Cups 1 & 2 (2 items) | 1 swatch | 578, & 1730 poly -Clutter To Go Lids 1 & 2 (2 items) | 1 swatch | 686, & 2396 poly -Clutter Towels | 1 swatch | 254 poly -Coffee bags 4x | 1 swatch | 2106 poly -Coffee Bags 6x | 1 swatch | 3158 poly -Cooking Spot (functions as a grill) | 1 swatch | 1814 poly -Dining Seat | 7 swatches | 864 poly -Dining Table | 2 swatches | 944 poly -Faux Window | 4 swatches for window "glass" | 414 poly -Fridge | 3 swatches | 4015 poly -Fridge (empty & slotted) | 3 swatches | 1429 poly -Floor Mats | 2 swatches | 676 poly -Milk Carton | 5 swatches | 86 poly -Paper Bag | 6 swatches | 220 poly -Syrup | 5 swatches | 366 poly -Tin | 6 swatches | 214 poly -Tray Glasses | 15 swatches each | 578 poly -Lamp (wall) Turn brightness down as with all of my lamp CC | 1 swatch | 1374 poly -Milk Pitcher | 8 swatches | 1110 poly -Milk Pitcher Small | 1 swatch | 1110 poly -Paintings | 7 swatches | 62 poly -Potted Flower | 6 swatches | 1486 poly -Shelf Cups 2x | 1 swatch | 1826 poly -Shelf Cups 3x | 1 swatch | 2732 poly -Shelf Jars 1-8 (8 items) | 1 swatch each | 626 poly each -Shelf Plate Stack | 1 swatch | 524 poly -Shelf Siphon | 1 swatch | 861 poly -Shelf Siphon Holder | 1 swatch | 130 poly -Table Cards 1 & 2 (2 items for each end of the bar) | 1 swatch each | 34, & 46 poly -Table Flyers | 1 swatch | 12 poly -Vintage Coffee Mill | 1 swatch | 1187 poly -Wall Flyers | 1 swatch | 73 poly -Wall Photo Trio | 1 swatch | 180 poly -Wall Speaker (functional music player) | 1 swatch | 44 poly -Wooden Wall Piece (goes behind bar seating area) | 1 swatch | 756 poly

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[caesarsaladinn]

hoobly sucks now... shame

[mrofontaine]

Olivier tried his fucking hardest to ignore her, and he'd failed miserably. Even as he downed his sixth drink in just under two hours was a testament to that struggle. It was always the same when he found himself in the same vicinity as her. Like a poison they knew was bad for them, and yet, they craved thoroughly. It was him around her, every time. The Isla he knew, behind closed doors, was the one he missed when he lay in his room at night.

Walking out of the door reminded him of when Isla stepped into the alley the night they'd first met.

"Outside. Five minutes."

He hadn't expected it, honestly. Olivier had spent four of those five minutes contemplating not coming outside at all. Honestly, he wasn't in the mood to argue, something that had become common practice once they had revealed their true identities to each other. As the last minute rolled round, though, it'd been like he had no control over himself: he hadn't even excused himself from his table. All he'd been able to do was think of her outside. Waiting.

Olivier couldn't help the way his eyes lingered on the outline of her figure, the hair he'd once threaded his fingers through in the intimate moments they'd shared. Still, he couldn't stop his lips pursing into a momentary thin line, taking three slow steps down until he met her on the pavement. It'd been a long time since they'd been alone, and the memory of them in that closet had been soured in the wake of Lisette's kidnapping and the Italian broadcasting. They hadn't been alone for a long time, and the memory of them in that closet had been soured in the wake of Lisette's kidnapping and the Italians trying their hand in broadcasting.

"Almost didn't..." no venom could be detected in his tone, just a sad smile that curled at the corner of his lip. "Then...I just ended up out here, I guess." hands crawling into his pockets so they didn't do something awkward, or flop at his sides. Rocking back on his heels, he tried to will himself to say something, anything of substance. In the light of the recent events surrounding London — his fight was directed elsewhere.

"You doin okay?"

@mrofontaine location: idk somewhere neutral ok thanks

Seven deleted text messasges.

That was how many it took before Isla could stomach sending the most barebones request to meet her outside. Hours had passed, with the pair of them caught within the same four walls of a bar without a word spoken between them and she'd hated every second - regardless off how angry she still felt.

The last time they'd even spoken, a rushed few seconds after disaster struck at the awards after party, and Isla had been left slinking from a closet behind him looking as if they'd been doing exactly what they'd been doing. She wasn't stupid and the turmoil that had errupted had drawn lines in a deeper shade of red than they'd been in what felt like a long time - but that didn't make it feel any easier. It felt hollow - hollow and sharp. Like moth to a flame, she wanted the burn but she detested the marks it left behind. Still, not a single message she'd typed out and deleted had come close to spilling forth the thoughts in her head when it came to Olivier, and when she'd settled on a simple, "Outside. Five minutes." she hadn't actually expected him to comply.

The back door flung open and the noise of it startled her from her thoughts, enough that the thumb that moments before brushed the hilt of a blade fell away, "I didn't think you'd actually come out here."

[filmap]

Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia Sam Peckinpah. 1974

Bar Edificio Tlaquepaque, Plaza Garibaldi, Centro, Cuauhtémoc, 06010 Ciudad de México, CDMX, Mexico See in map

See in imdb

[ludoka]

They have given me information that there is a Bar called "Dr. Jekyll" in my city. Now I feel obliged to go 😂😂

I read the menu and there are drinks with the names of the chapters of the novel or part of the name of the novel:

(Why does "Un Extraño Caso" (A Strange Case) have gummy bears??? I don't know but I love it and I'm going to try it.)

There is food with the names of the characters:

(The Lanyon burger looks interesting. And yes, the "Utterson" burger is the standard burger.😂)

They also told me that it has an outdoor area where there is a stage. That area of ​​the bar is called "Mr. Hyde" and is usually only available at happy hour in my city.

Loved the dedication they put into the place. I also read very good comments about the menu in general and the location. So I know where to drag my friends next time we go out 🤣

[louisupdates]

Louis Tomlinson’s IG story appears to be located in one of the places affiliated with the Orleans Dart Club, located in New Orleans, where the Super Bowl will be held this Sunday, 9 February 2025 between the Philadelphia Eagles and the Kansas City Chiefs.

[passiveagressivepoet]

not my iPhone deciding to ship destiel based on my saved photos

[benjaminvox]

FOR: @mobscene-starters EVENT: The Camp Out, 24' WHERE: Main Bar. Post initiation.

Not only was Melissa in a better mood for knowing her tent was among her more refine tasted, it'd unfortunately, been soured just as quickly when she'd spotted who her partner was: and while Benjamin couldn't pretend he'd been ecstatic when he'd found of whom he would room with -- it was better than the likes of the Italians.

Of whom, he hoped to never see again. Especially Giordana. It was sickening, the way he had a cane with him at all lines, tucked away so he could pretend at times that it didn't ache and groan with every passing hour that he was stood on it. And yet, in typical Benjamin fashion, he persevered: because, deep down, he knew Melissa was close by, undoubtedly watching him.

The perk, gratefully, was the free alcohol he'd been given with his new found status for the weekend. Was it possible that Giordana would find him, choke him out and take him room for the night? Maybe, if his room mate hadn't been Roman fucking Baranovsky. He grunted, downing the remainder of his drink, and turning to the bar.

"Can I get another please?" it was the presence to his life, though, that had him side-eyeing as his glass was quickly replaced. "So, what? Poor tent means..." he paused to sip his drink. "You wanna be my friend now?"

[mildmayfoxe]

it’s always so funny when you read a book where a character works in service & you can tell the author has never had a single service job in their life. working at a cafe or a bar isn’t all sunshine and roses babe. you have to count the drawer and do a hell of a lot of cleaning at the end of the night actually. your cute little two person staff is NOT cutting it

[thebarontheabyss]

Welcome to the Realms of Kiyum, an intricate weave of universes that defy the simplicity of dichotomy. The fabric of reality is never-ending and ever-changing, an eternal dance of creation and transformation.

Within this boundless expanse, the domains unfold—each a thread in the cosmic design.

In the Ethereal Realms, death is not an end but a new beginning. It is a place of transition and transformation, where spirits and immortals dwell in realms as mysterious as their inhabitants. Here, entities like Hastur and He Without Name have emerged from domains unknown, their pasts as enigmatic as the realms themselves. Even Death, ever diligent in their duties, resides in one such realm, a tireless worker in the grand cycle of existence. While predominantly the domain of spirits, some powerful mortal beings may dare to cross into these realms, though such actions are fraught with peril and invite unknown troubles.

The Abyss itself is a part of these realms, a unique convergence point within the endless ethereal.

Tucked away in a pocket of the Ethereal Realms, the Abyss is a domain shrouded in a void of haze and smoke, where the tangible meets the intangible. Here, amidst the swirling mists of nothingness, stands an old bar — a solitary haven in the vast emptiness. A place where the Raven, with its sharp wit and ancient eyes, has emerged from.

This enigmatic bar is a beacon for souls, a place where the boundaries of reality are as fluid as the drinks that flow inside it. It is a place of contradictions, where the finality of endings meets the potential of new beginnings.

In the fiery depths of Hell, the damned endure their eternal plight. It is a realm of suffering and darkness, ruled by a hierarchy of power and torment.

Here, the 64th Devil Prince resides, deeply entwined in the politics and machinations of the infernal courts. Hell is a place of both dread and desire, where every pleasure has its price.

This name of Hell's ruler is unspeakable, but their words are absolute and their power unchallenged, as they reign over the damned with an iron fist cloaked in flames.

Heaven, a realm of celestial tranquility and majestic beauty, is a harmonious symphony of light, order, and collectivism. The skies shimmer with a soft luminescence, and towering spires pierce the heavens, symbols of the lofty ideals upheld here. Governed by the Malkhut, an assembly of resplendent deities, Heaven is an enclave of serenity and perfection.

Once a haven for all souls, Heaven has since become the exclusive domain of the Seraphs — beings of incandescent purity. The Malkhut, in their pursuit of flawlessness, have secluded their realm from the mortal world, fostering a sanctuary untouched by its imperfections.

In their divine courts, the Malkhut are detached from the affairs of mortals. Their existence is a distant, unattainable dream for those outside their hallowed halls.

All mortals shall one day smell the flowers of Limbo. They stretch endlessly, swaying under an eternal sun, their petals glistening with the morning dew.

Moths glide softly above, carrying tiny, luminous orbs—the souls of the departed, cradled gently before being laid to rest beneath the soil.

In the distance stands the house of Death, a humble abode amidst the fields. The Grim Reaper tends the gardens often, moving with care among the blossoms, nurturing the souls as they lie in slumber.

In time, the departed stir, shedding their mortality to awaken as spirits, ready to embark on eternity.

The depths of Tehom are shrouded in mystery and darkness, an abyssal expanse that extends beyond the reach of knowledge. Here, where the water is as black as the void of space, lies Tehomot, an entity as enigmatic as the world he governs.

Tehomot embodies the unknown depths of the universe. His realm is a fluid tapestry, filled with unexplored drowned terrains that constantly shift as the ocean's tides. It is said that within these waters lie secrets and truths so profound that they can either enlighten or drive one to madness.

Other deities regard Tehomot with a mix of fear and respect. His power is undeniable, yet his agenda remains unknown. Some believe he guards secrets essential to the balance of the realms, while others speculate that he is biding his time - for reasons unknown.

Once, Ya'ar was a realm brimming with the essence of life. Amidst its verdant expanses and lush forests, Humanity took its first breath alongside all mortals.

This realm thrummed with the creative force of Adamot, the goddess of life. Her spirit was woven into the very fabric of Ya'ar, nurturing every leaf, every breath, every heartbeat.

And then came the betrayal. In their greed, Humanity turned its nurturer into Behemoth, a goddess of wrath and decay. Under her influence, Ya'ar's creations now harbours a singular purpose: the annihilation of humankind.

Even now, after Behemoth's demise, the curse persists, leaking malice and monstrosities into the cosmos.

Only the gods know how magic first came into being. Its origins are obscure, but its source is unquestionable: the realm of Magnus.

Governed by the god Da'at, this realm is the heart from which all arcane power flows, and all Mortals seeking to harness the powers of the realm must first agree to Da'at's terms.

Because Magnus is not just a source of magic but also its gatekeeper, and will only offer its gifts to those who respect its authority - thus safeguarding its true secrets from those who, in their hubris, might risk unraveling the cosmos in pursuit of forbidden power.

Under the silent moon of Memoriam, time stands still, and the air carries the weight of eternity.

This realm is the final resting place for deities who have met their demise, a sacred and somber ground where divinity fades into oblivion.

Ancient tombs and forgotten monuments dot this dark landscape. Each tells the stories of gods who are now sleeping for eternity.

In the heart of Memoriam lies the Library of Pseudonium, a repository brimming with tomes that whisper the cosmos's most guarded secrets.

In the vast, ever-shifting dunes of Chronos, time flows like the sand underfoot—endless, malleable, and all-consuming.

This realm embodies time itself, with landscapes that change as hours pass and cities that turn to ruins in a day.

Chronos is governed by Zma'an, the god of time, and tended by the Priests of Time, their devoted servants, who navigate the temporal landscapes, honoring the flow of existence in their ceaseless vigil.

Elementus flows eternal, the primordial realm where the rivers of matter and energy converge and diverge in a cosmic dance.

Governed by Yesod, this domain is the cosmic crucible, where the physical substances that constitute the universe are born and reborn.

Elementus is a realm of infinite possibilities, where the building blocks of reality are shaped and reshaped by divine will.

Equilibrium is the domain of cosmic justice, where the god Eezoon and her justiciars preside over celestial courtrooms.

Here, the fate of mortals realms is deliberated, weighed and measured, with immortals serving as both advocates and arbiters.

The decisions made in Equilibrium echo through eternity, maintaining the balance between creation and destruction.

Before existence dreamed its first breath, there was only the Void.

The opposite of being, the true nothing that brought forth everything else. They say the waters of Tehom alone have brushed its edges, a veil keeping the realms safe from what lies beyond.

Yet, whispers persist in the shadows of forbidden gatherings. Mortal witches, their covens stand in defiance of divinity itself, delve into the mysteries of the Void, seeking to unravel its truths. They claim the Void is not void, not truly. Something stirs within—something older than the first light, a secret the gods have hidden from mortals: the secrets of creation itself.

The Mortal Realms are full of life in all its chaotic splendor. Here, the living go about their days, entangled in the beauty and banality of their existence.

From the medieval castles that backdrop Shelly's former life to the marvel and splendor of Peisione's floating cities, each realm is a world unto itself. There are the endless sands of Yaga's desert realm, where mirages tell tales, and the Witch's domain, brimming with magical wonders and arcane secrets. These countless realms are the cradles of existence, where every mortal soul has started its journey.

Within the vast expanse of the cosmos, Enosh stands quietly unassuming, a realm seemingly minor in the grand scheme of the cosmos.

It hosts a bustling human civilization; it is neither a bastion of arcane magic nor mighty technology.

But it was the place you called your home, before your death. And while mortals might feel small in a cosmos filled with marvels and gods alike, one soul alone can change the fabric of existence.

And if that's true, Enosh might be the most important realm of all.

Magic flowing from Magnus profoundly shapes and alters the course of mortal affairs.

Among these realms, Ffaraon stands as a beacon. Home to the Witch and Pepper the familiar, Ffaraon has been sculpted by the arcane.

Despite its mystical allure, the realm has been marred by a devastating war among magic wielders. In the aftermath, the Arcane Society emerged, enforcing divine laws on magic use and vowing to eliminate any who dissent.

Yet, some followers of void magic continue their dark practices, aiming to uncover the secrets of creation.

Civitas is a marvel of human ambition and ingenuity, a realm where magic is replaced by the might of technology and the pursuit of knowledge.

Here, sprawling universities and technological wonders underscore humanity's quest to stand equal to the gods.

As a testament to their achievements and responsibility, Civitas has earned a place among the Council of Nine, the only mortal realm to do so, engaging in the affairs of the divine.

In the realm of Arcadia, nature's indomitable spirit and splendor flourish. It is a sanctuary where mortals champion the preservation of the natural order. Here, the Knights of Arcadia, stalwart defenders of the earth's majesty, dedicate their existence to safeguarding its purity.

When the goddess Adamot transformed into Behemoth, igniting a war against mankind, the knights of Arcadia chose an unlikely path. Aligning themselves with Behemoth's fury, their hope was to restore balance and appease the wrath of the land.

After the war ended with the goddess's demise, the knights of Arcadia vowed to keep an eternal vigil and stand as the last bastion of nature against mankind's follies.

Wealth and might matter little to the sands of time. Everything ends, and mortals of the material realms understand this better than most. They live and die—their mightiest civilizations rise only to fall.

This truth is carved deep into the unyielding deserts of Godclaw. Once, a devil visited a dying village: a deal was struck, and a city rose—only to collapse beneath the crushing weight of its own greed, consumed by flames and dragged into the depths of Hell. Everything ends, and so did the city of Argilla.

Once a realm bathed in divine light, Pyriphlegethon now dwells in perpetual dusk, following the fall of its god.

This land, ensnared in shadows, worships the flame with fervent devotion, seeing it as the lone sentinel against the encroaching night.

The Temple of the Flame, ancient and venerable, stands as a bastion of hope in Pyriphlegethon.

Its hallowed halls, aglow with sacred fire, are revered by all. Here, the flame is not merely a symbol but the very heart of life in the realm. The temple’s influence is absolute, its will enforced with unyielding fervor—a life without the flame is deemed unworthy, cast into the enveloping shadows.

Helicon, the celestial home of Peisinoe, is a realm where imagination and creativity are not just celebrated but revered as the very essence of existence.

Here, cities defy the laws of physics, floating majestically in the sky like ethereal jewels against the horizon. The landscape of Helicon is a living canvas, every structure a masterpiece, every street a testament to the boundless potential of artistic expression.

In this realm, artistic talent is the key to prominence. Those endowed with extraordinary creative gifts rise to near-godlike status, their works influencing the culture and identity of Helicon - and the rest, the artistically inclined, become the worshipers.

Karkosa stands as a stark reminder of divine arrogance and its catastrophic consequences. Once, this realm was filled with deities fighting each other over the dominance of its mortal population.

The battles were cataclysmic, laying waste to whole planets and claiming the lives of countless mortals. In the end, a sole deity emerged victorious. Overwhelmed by guilt at the sight of his desolated creation, he chose to end his existence.

Now, Karkosa is a realm of ruins, its skies forever shadowed by the remnants of its past. It serves as the home for the Cult of Black Horns, devotees of the fallen god who adhere to his teachings, despite his own renunciation.

[faradaysketches]

The Gothic Bar, Kings Cross, London. February 2025 Great DJ behind the potted plants.