#Clay Pipe Music

[trevlad-sounds]

Binaural Space-Revolutions Per Millenium 00:00

Frequency Control Centre-Meramorphic Plane 00:54

Vic Mars-The Fair Arrives 05:15

Jake Mehew-The Black Nation 09:34

Hawksmoor-A Neural Interval 15:41

Maston-Jet Lag 16:40

Gemini Horror-All of the Proud 18:54

Lookout-arcadia 21:46

Work Money Death-Freedom as a Heartfelt Song 26:28

Louis Cole-Let it Happen (old version) 37:01

Slow Haste-Forest Instance 39:25

Hiro Ama-Warp 41:52

Shuggie Otis-Island Letter 44:27

The Beatles-Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds 48:59

Anchorsong-Ceremony 52:18

Bibio-Clay Dots 56:18

PBS'73-Butterfly Inside 59:14

Tornado Wallace-Trance Encounters 1:03:23

Domenique Dumont-Le Soleil Dans Le Monde 1:08:33

Vulfpeck-Earworm 1:12:25

Emerson Kitamura, MMM-Rock Your Baby 1:14:48

Ginger Root-Multiply 1:19:58

Sven Wunder-En Plein Air 1:22:19

Sensorama-Where the Rabbit Sleeps 1:24:50

Bravo Tounky-Chemnitz 1:29:24

Uncle Fido-They Make a Decision 1:33:11

HOME-35 1:34:45

Concretism-Incident on the A1075 1:36:42

E Ruscha V-Sliding Around 1:39:36

Khotin-Computer Break (Late Mix) 1:42:55

Albin-Tacksam 38 1:47:20

The Hardy Tree-Stagdale in the Snow 1:52:56

10.32-Cornelius Drive 1:56:56

Dean Honer-De Da Dumplings 2:01:01

[burlveneer-music]

D Rothon - Lonesome Echoes (Awful Lonesome edition) - expanded download edition of his Clay Pipe 3" CD release

The origins of its name lost in the mists of time, the village of Lonesome emerged in the 19th century from the swampy, isolated lands between Streatham Vale and Mitcham Common. By the early 1900s intrepid reporters were already speculating on whether the place was mere myth. The intervening years saw the rapid rise and fall of Lonesome. Its prospects as a desirable place to live were compromised by the combined fragrances of piggeries plus chemical, fireworks and gas mantle factories – which would undoubtedly have overpowered the sweeter aromas from the nearby lavender fields of Mitcham. It also gained a reputation as a haunt of footpads, vagabonds and cutpurses. A failed development by one “Squire Blake” of aspirational middle class villas – which became known as Blake's Folly – helped cement Lonesome’s reputation as a ghost town. Now long subsumed into suburbia, aside from the odd street and building name little trace remains of Lonesome. Tracks 2, 6, 8 and 10 were issued as an EP by Clay Pipe Music. The remaining tracks are also taken from the Lonesome-inspired sessions. David Rothon: Omnichord, pedal steel, theremin, keyboards, Bentley Rhythm Ace, digital drum programming, acoustic, electric, baritone and bass guitars, Stylophone, percussion, Indian harmonium, harmonica, melodica, banjo Special thanks to… Ed Deegan: drums on tracks 3 and 6 Johanna Warren: flute on tracks 8 and 9 Artwork by Frances Castle (as featured on the original Lonesome Echoes CD)

[frankwaxman]

Jon Brooks • Autres Directions (Clay Pipe Music / Cafe Kaput, 2017)

[incandescentsims]

Magical Mythical Creatures Legacy Challenge

Play through all the sims 4 occult life states and develop your legacy across seven generations.

Feel free to change anything to fit your own gameplay/storytelling style and above all have fun!

Parts of this challenge were inspired by the Simblr Halloween Challenge created by @spacenez and @daddy-winter 

You can also find the full seven generation legacy challenge HERE (Google Doc).

Generation 1 - VAMPIRE

Aspiration: Master Vampire

Traits: Music Lover, Erratic, Gloomy

Career: Freelance Artist

Skills: reach maximum skill level for each.

Vampiric Lore

Pipe Organ and/or Violin

Cross-Stitch

Painting

Objectives:

Start as a vampire or be turned into a vampire.

Live in Forgotten Hollow.

level up to Rank 5 – Grand Master Vampire.

Grow at least one plasma fruit tree and Sixam mosquito trap.

Earn the Night Owl trait from the reward store.

Marry a vampire. (vampire spouse must be in the Criminal career)

Have an affair with a werewolf from Moonwood Mill.

Have three children, your decision who sired them (vampire or werewolf), but the heir must be sired by the werewolf.

Generations 2-7 are under the cut

Generation 2 - WEREWOLF

Aspiration: Pick one of the following - Emissary of the Collective, or Wildfang Renegade

Traits: Bookworm, Active, Loyal

Career: Vet Clinic

Skills: reach maximum skill level for each.

Wellness

Veterinarian

Fishing

Objectives:

Live in Moonwood Mill (move in with your werewolf parent as a teen).

Have at least one pet dog.

Level up to Rank 5 – Apex.

Join one of the wolf packs - Moonwood Collective or Wildfangs.

Explore the underground tunnels in Moonwood Mill.

Read werewolf literature and unlock the Lunar Epiphany ability.

Catch at least one luna fish and display in an aquarium or mounted on the wall.

Marry your fated mate.

Have as many children as you wish, but the heir must be a dormant werewolf.

Collections: optional - complete them all or pick n’ choose.

Collect all 12 Moonwood relics.

Collect all 12 feathers.

Complete the fish collection.

Generation 3 - GHOST

Aspiration: Soulmate

Traits: Foodie, Cat lover, Clumsy

Career: Freelance Paranormal Investigator

Skills: reach maximum skill level for each.

Medium

Cooking

Gourmet cooking and/or Baking

Objectives:

Move into a haunted house. (your choice of world)

Have at least one pet cat.

Grow at least one death flower plant.

Earn the Brave trait from the reward store. (purchase after they've lived seven days inside the haunted house)

Have a friendship with a ghost that turns to romance.

Make ambrosia and resurrect your ghost partner from the dead.

Have 5 children.

Collections: optional - complete them all or pick n’ choose.

Collect all 10 sugar skulls. The Sims 4: How to Complete the Sugar Skull Collection

Collect Paranormal Rewards.

3 specter buddy jars

6 bizzare totems

7 hello dahlia dolls

3 clay hands

3 specter sips

1 ectocake

4 strange overgrowth

12 soul pieces

10 candy jars

Generation 4 - SPELLCASTER

Aspiration: Pick one of the following - Purveyor of Potions or Spellcraft & Sorcery

Traits: Goofball, Adventurous, Romantic

Career: Social Media

Skills: reach maximum skill level for each.

Mischief

Charisma

Rock Climbing

Skiing and/or Snowboarding

Objectives:

Live in Glimmerbrook.

Become a spellcaster and level up to Rank 6 – Virtuoso.

Regularly duel with other Spellcasters.

Holiday in Mt. Komorebi every winter and reach the mountain peak.

Earn the Iceproof trait from the reward store. (purchase after their first holiday in Mt. Komorebi)

Have a new romantic partner each life stage from teen - elder.

Never marry.

Have 2 Children.

Collections: optional - complete them all or pick n’ choose.

Collect all 25 frogs.

Collect all 26 magical artefacts.

Collect all 12 simmies.

Collect all 5 spirit dolls

Generation 5 - PLANTSIM

Aspiration: Super Parent

Traits: Unflirty, Loner, Loves Outdoors

Career: Gardener

Skills: reach maximum skill level for each.

Gardening

Flower Arranging

Nectar Making and/or Juice Fizzing

Objectives:

Move into a Micro Home with a very large garden. Lot sizes must be 30x30 or bigger (your choice of world)

Collect all 7 Magic beans.

Enter the Mystical Magic Bean Portal Tree and obtain the Forbidden Fruit.

Regularly eat forbidden fruit to turn into a plantsim.

Grow at least one Forbidden Fruit Tree, Cowplant and Money Tree.

Earn the Super Green Thumb trait from the reward store.

Have no romantic or sexual relationships with any sims.

Have no legitimate children. Once they reach adulthood, either adopt or use the Whispering Wishing Well to wish for a child (this child will be the heir).

Collections: optional - complete them all or pick n’ choose.

Complete the gardening collection

Create all 13 nectar varieties

Create all 15 scented flower arrangements

**How do I turn my Sim into a PlantSim?

Have your Sim reach level 10 of the gardening skill. With level 10 unlocked, you can buy rare seed packets using the computer, or in Build Mode.

Each rare seed packet contains one magic bean. To plant this, buy the Magic PlantSim Stump in Build Mode.

When you have six magic beans, your Sim can plant them in the Magic PlantSim Stump.

After watering, the Mystical Magic Bean Portal Tree will grow from the Stump and your Sim can travel through the portal.

When your Sim returns with the Forbidden Fruit of the PlantSim (they don’t always return with this, it may take multiple tries) they can eat it and turn into a PlantSim.

Generation 6 - ALIEN

Aspiration: Nerd Brain (*Optional - StrangerVille Mystery)

Traits: Socially Awkward, Genius, Recycle disciple

Career: Engineer

Skills: reach maximum skill level for each.

Handiness

Robotics

Logic

Knitting

Objectives:

Live in Oasis Springs (*Optional - Live in StrangerVille and complete the StrangerVille Mystery).

Build all Utili-Bots and a Servo.

Build a rocket ship and travel to Sixam.

Be abducted by aliens at least once.

Marry an alien.

Have as many children as you wish.

Collections: optional - complete them all or pick n’ choose.

Collect all 20 metals.

Collect all 20 crystals.

Collect all 4 space rocks.

Generation 7 - MERMAID

Aspiration: Beach Life

Traits: Child of the Ocean, Green Fiend, Outgoing

Career: Conservationist

Skills: reach maximum skill level for each.

Singing

Photography

Fitness

Objectives:

Live in Brindleton Bay as a young adult with a mermaid roommate.

Get into a romantic relationship with your roommate only after you become best friends.

Move to Sulani after visiting for a holiday (*Optional - live off the grid).

Become a Mermaid by obtaining and eating Mermaidic Kelp (either from exploring the cave in Mua Pel'am or befriending a dolphin).

Earn the Heatproof trait from the reward store.

Marry a mermaid (can be their roommate or someone else)

Have as many children as you wish.

Collections: optional - complete them all or pick n’ choose.

Collect all 13 seashells..

Collect all 18 buried treasure.

Collect all 10 underwater photos.

[luvbugtrait]

Elsie Duncan. 🌻

sim for @lonvely's bayoutiful ever after bachelorette challenge, info below cut

bookworm | lazy | childish

Elsie is a 20 year old YA fantasy writer from Willow Creek, who moved to San My.

She lived with her grandparents growing up and still keeps in touch with them after moving to San my (almost daily).

She loves baking and canning her own jams. (She isn’t very good at either but she doesn’t care.)

She’s the kind of girl to make u a custom bday cake every birthday with cute flowers piped on top. And she loves to make holiday themed baked goods every year.

It’s her dream to make it big as an author, but currently she’s stuck working as a barista to bring in more cash.

She loves love, and can’t wait to meet her soulmate.

She’d one day love to buy an old farmhouse to fix up with the love of her life; and raise a family there. Hopefully with some livestock. (Preferably chickens)

likes: bright colors, singing in the shower, coloring books with cool drawings, dungeons & dragons, fantasy books and movies, cosplaying, rain, tea & cookies, alternative music, puzzles, reading, cute little clay earrings from local artist

dislikes: judgmental people, kale, fitness of any kind, when it’s hot outside, avocado toast, jump scares in horror movies, people who mount hunting trophies, room temperature water, spiders, and mice (even though she thinks they are very cute)

[misscinnamonroll16]

Brozone diner au: the day John Dory took off part five

“Well for starters, we worked together on this. It was Bruce's idea that we do it. John Dory hasn't had an actual day off since he took ownership of the diner. We made a plan that would convince him to take the day off. Floyd came up with the idea to tell him we're worried about his health because he's always preaching about that to Floyd, which is true, we are worried about his health.” Clay answered while stealing a fry off Viva's plate, Viva playfully smacked his hand. " Well that's good that he's taking time for his health.” Poppy said with her mouth full, politely covering her mouth with her hand. “Yeah, I hope he's enjoying his day off but I don't wanna call to check because I feel like he'll think that means we need him here.” Branch said, leaning over Clay. " Oh he'll most definitely think that. Bruce and I have been arguing about that for like a half hour.” Clay piped up, trying to steal another fry. After a while, the brothers let the girls finish eating in peace and getting back to work. John Dory's walk had led him to Bergen Town, more specifically, the troll tree. John climbed up the tree, deciding to visit their grandma's old pod. John Dory arrived at the pod, taking a deep breath in before coughing hard, lots of dust caught in his lungs. After catching his breath, JD went back into the pod and started cleaning it up. Their grandma would never allow it to get this bad, when was the last time any of them were up here? John worked hard, going from room to room, dusting everything and straightening it up. Finally, John Dory arrived at their old room, the room he had shared with his brothers. God he hadn't been back here in so long, time for a trip down memory lane. John opened the door to the bedroom, the room hadn't been touched in decades, everything covered in a thick layer of dust. JD didn't have to urge to clean this room, moving things would mean the room wouldn't be him. Them. It wouldn't be Brozone, a side that no fan has seen. John sidestepped the toys that were left on the floor, noting that the toys belonged to Floyd, Branch and Clay. John Dory ran his finger along the railing of Branch’s old crib, picking up the old crocodile plush. JD chuckled at the makeup marks on Floyd's old pillow, seeing the old tween girl magazine peeking out from under the bed. John looked over at Clay's old bed, an old slingshot and whoopie cushion hiding underneath along with a small stack of children's chapter books. John pulled the stack of books out, looking them over, trying to find Clay's favorite. The bookmark still left in Charlotte’s web said that he had found it, of course it was a sad book. John sat the book next to the crocodile plush, unsure of why he was picking these things out. John moved on to the top bunks, starting with Bruce's old bed, back when he was still Spruce. Spruce’s old bed had an old reading light, fan letters hiding under his pillow, and a set of weights he'd use after waking up. John Dory grimaced, not liking how much pressure he used to put on his brothers. He's become better, they all have. John then went over to his old bed finding half written songs and music, old merchandise, and a photo album. He looked through the old album, baby pictures, birthdays, holidays, and other occasions. JD cooed at how little his brothers used to be and how small he was as well. John found a picture of Floyd's holding baby Branch, Floyd looking extremely happy and excited and Branch just sleeping. JD remembered how excited Floyd was to be a big brother, talking to Branch's egg and asking them what big brothers do. John Dory pulled the picture out of its sleeve, placing it in his vest. Coming across another picture, one of Spruce. Spruce was making faces at someone behind the person (it was their grandma) taking the picture. John remembered that, grandma was trying to get nice pictures of them for some magazine company, but it was boring having to stand there smiling for a long period of time. Spruce started making faces at Clay and Floyd while they got their pictures taken.

@bzjohndory

[yantalia545]

Yandere Russia finally took over and lived his dream of enslaving the world! ^J^

No one could have ever imagined that this horrid day could ever come through but to Russia, he’s worked for countless years to make is dream come true.

To have the world quiver at his presence. To bow down to him; Especially you. You'll pay for the day you betrayed him.

Speaking of which, there was a knock at his door. Your knock was always so recognizable to him. It was always so soft as if wishing that you could be anywhere else but here with him; At the door of the devil himself. The way the door slowly opened only after he called in you. Just like you were trained to.

The light pattering of your flats hitting the hard wood floors was like music to his ears. Your face is devoid of emotion just the same as the first day he put you to work. Russia could soak up this moment on replay for the rest of his immortal life. You look so broken and numbed. Like a lump of cull clay just waiting to be molded perfectly just for him.

Your voice may be flat and devoid of light for now, but he just knows you'll perfect your demeanor for him eventually. Baby steps as one would say and Russia has plenty of patience when it comes to you. He wants to make sure you are perfect, after all. The perfect little thing just for him.

Just as always you lay a cup of freshly brewed tea before him. The very same he used to share with you.

Russia takes his time to take a sip. Making sure to bask in this moment. He had worked hard for this after all and he's not about to rush through these small moments with you.

"You come along nicely, yes? Your training has become plentiful." He mocks you so freely and you can do nothing but nod upon him. Russia doesn't look away from you as he brings his cup against his parted lips. Obidiently, you stare. Your former self is absent and shattered before him.

"You know, maybe I should have Prussia fetch his darling bother for me. I wish to show you another lesson." Your eyes widen at his remark. Ah, now there's something; Your fear. The quivering of your legs and shoulders. The tremble in your lips. You know what's to become of your lover and yet you are powerless against it. All of this. You've failed and now must pay a price. You and everyone else.

With the push of a button, Germany was brought before the both of you; Shrivled, beaten, and also empty. His brother didn't look much better. Russia's work was unrelenting after all. He made sure of that. Not even their restless nights would be free from Russia's reign. The bags under everyone's eyes were proof of that.

Again, the devil was slow. Taunting the expected as he came around his desk with his most trusted pipe. Each stomp of his boots echoes in your mind. The three of you could only hang your heads as you waited. Waited for this whole ordeal to be over with just like the day before that, and the day before that.

"I never ordered for you to look away, dear. I want you to watch." You dared not to disobey him. You've witnessed that it only made things worse. Screaming and crying won't do any good here either.

Russia took his time devouring the pitiful look Germany had in his state. The bruises of your other sessions are present along Germany's skin. Forever marked by Russia's rage. As if by magic done by an evil force, Russia knew just where to hit. The remaining bones were left unscathed cracking and shattering before anyone present.

No longer did tears cascade form from your dull eyes. The amount of days this very event had taken place of been a pillar of your numbness.

Your lover could do nothing but grunt as Russia swung again, and again. Blood spitting from Germany's lips as he has done so. Each swing sends another splintering shard into your own heart.

You wished you could have been the one to protect him. To have Russia swing upon you would be a much better fate than what was strung before you now. However, Russia knew what he was doing. The perfect demon with a hole for a heart that somehow could beat for you.

Germany may try to lay down his decrepit body along the cooling floorboards, but Prussia was instructed to keep him in place. He must witness his lesson as well.

Swing after swing, crack and splinter right after the other. It seemed as if there would be no ending to this torture. He wouldn't give up. He won't let you give up either. Germany's love is strong. Nothing will falter his heart. Russia can beat him day and night if he'd like but Germany's heart will never stop beating for you.

With blood in between his remaining teeth. Germany dared to look upon you with a soft smile. "Never give up, mein liben."

Russia's heart blackened as those words fell upon his ears. He wasn't permitted to speak. Especially not to you. With white knuckles, Russia swung with all his might. He cared not for the blood splattering his floor and walls. It wouldn't be his mess to clean. No, it would be yours. It'll silence Germany for now as he lay limp in his wide-eyed bother's arms, but he'll further his lesson later. Seems like someone still needed to learn their place.

It may seem pitiful to others but to you, it was a beacon light in your dull world. A ray of warm sunlight after many months of shivering winters. You've thought you were numbed; Unable to shed even tears anymore as they were completely dried up. However, by some miracle, your beacon of light caused a single tear to fall.

You couldn't give up on him.

[chefbeepo]

Tribes and their Arts!

Headcannons

Mudwings-

-lots of pottery and reed weaving. This can also include tapestry weaving and fiber arts, made from plant fibers. Macrame is common, though it serves little purpose for them, as they don't fish.

-musical instruments are reed pipes and flutes as well as drums of leather and clay pots. They also use their spines for percussion, using reed rods or bones to tap on them for a clicking sound. There are maracas and shakers made from clay pots filled with seeds, teeth and nuts. Singing is usually low and smooth, not very fast paced and usually is quite soothing.

-cooking is a vital art for mud wings. Fire is very useful for clay baking, but is often used for food as well. Meats aren't always cooked, but when they are, they'll be served with various roots like onions or potatoes or beets with bell peppers and nuts.

-dancing is usually done in groups of sibs, so roughly 4-8 dancers per dance. Each person plays their own role in the dance, acting together more as a play or performance than a dance.

-writing is done with papyrus paper and beetle blood, usually only for keeping records or writing important letters. But poetry is growing in popularity as mud wings have taken some skywing culture home with them following the war.

-architecture is almost always made up of a wooden armature frame, built on with clay and dirt to create round huts. Holes in the top allow for smoke to escape as well as large windows. Each has a patio with several shelves facing the sun, so that clay pots can be cooked without a kern. There is a sleeping corner or room that all the sibs share.

[apoemaday]

Flower of Love

by Oscar Wilde

Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clay I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the larger day. From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better, clearer song, Lit some lighter light of freer freedom, battled with some Hydra-headed wrong. Had my lips been smitten into music by the kisses that but made them bleed, You had walked with Bice and the angels on that verdant and enameled meed. I had trod the road which Dante treading saw the suns of seven circles shine, Ay! perchance had seen the heavens opening, as they opened to the Florentine. And the mighty nations would have crowned me, who am crownless now and without name, And some orient dawn had found me kneeling on the threshold of the House of Fame. I had sat within that marble circle where the oldest bard is as the young, And the pipe is ever dropping honey, and the lyre’s strings are ever strung. Keats had lifted up his hymeneal curls from out the poppy-seeded wine, With ambrosial mouth had kissed my forehead, clasped the hand of noble love in mine. And at springtide, when the apple-blossoms brush the burnished bosom of the dove, Two young lovers lying in an orchard would have read the story of our love; Would have read the legend of my passion, known the bitter secret of my heart, Kissed as we have kissed, but never parted as we two are fated now to part. For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by the cankerworm of truth, And no hand can gather up the fallen withered petals of the rose of youth. Yet I am not sorry that I loved you--ah! what else had I a boy to do?-- For the hungry teeth of time devour, and the silent-footed years pursue. Rudderless, we drift athwart a tempest, and when once the storm of youth is past, Without lyre, without lute or chorus, Death the silent pilot comes at last. And within the grave there is no pleasure, for the blindworm battens on the root, And Desire shudders into ashes, and the tree of Passion bears no fruit. Ah! what else had I to do but love you? God’s own mother was less dear to me, And less dear the Cytheraean rising like an argent lily from the sea. I have made my choice, have lived my poems, and, though youth is gone in wasted days, I have found the lover’s crown of myrtle better than the poet’s crown of bays.

[fernthewhimsical]

15 days of Deity: Cernunnos

[Disclaimer: Most, if not all of this is UPG]

Putting multiple days together because it fits better. Day 11-15

Pieces of Art in which you see this deity.

So, so many. Let me get some of my favourites.

Music:

Antlered Crown and Standing Stone by Damh the Bard Noon of the Solstice by Damh the Bard Hymn to Herne by S.J. Tucker Pipes of Pan by Faun

Art:

Lord of the Wildwood by Wendy Andrew Tender of the Wilds by Autumn Skye Cernunnos, Salem Beiruti 2021 Eva Wilderman, Lord of the Hunt Greenman by Brigid Ashwood

Aesthetics you associate with this deity:

dark forests

wolves and deer

hunting

dark nature

chthonic

My own art of this deity

I have made a small clay figurine and a pegdoll, as well as a string of prayer beads. Some art in my art journal and prayers.

Your Relationship to this Deity/How do they Influence your Life?

Cernunnos has been one of the first deities I connected with. He is my rock when it comes to my spiritual and witchy path. Though the intensity of our connection and relationship waxes and wanes, he is and always has been a constant. They taught me to embrace liminality and helped figure out I was non binary. They guide me in my witchcraft and paganism. I think of them whenever I enter a wild place, or dance around a bonfire (or candle). I am devoted to him in many many different ways.

What do you wish to learn/Where do you want this relationship to go ?

I wish to connect in a deeper way again. I wish to learn from him directly and visit him through hedge-riding more often. I wish for him to be guide through the Otherworld and through magic.

[trevlad-sounds]

Sunday 29 October Mixtape 391 “Future Incraments EXCLUSIVE” Electronic experimental Uptempo Retro Wednesdays & Sundays. Support the artists and labels. Don't forget to subscribe or tip so future shows can bloom.

Trevlad Sounds-Welcome in you wonderful listener 00:00

Piero Umiliani-Dolomiti 00:31

Tim Blake-Metro / Logic 04:36

Pierric Gildas-Funiculaire Amoureux 10:50

The Science Fiction Corporation-Visitors of A.D. 2022 13:40

Timecop1983-Into the Night 15:30

SOFTWARE-Taste Of Future 19:34

Gilroy Mere-Just a River 25:19

The British Stereo Collective-Recurring Dream 29:48

The British Stereo Collective-The Nature of the Beast (Call of the Wild) 31:11

Bento-Intro 31:45

Augusto Martelli-Rito Polinesiano 32:21

Paul Ellis-Heron Rising 33:24

Oronzo De Filippi-Meccanizzazione agraria 39:50

Moray Newlands-Good Home Management 42:13

Everyday Dust-Grass Green Horn 45:32

The British Stereo Collective-Ascension 49:00

The Exorcist GBG-Doppler 53:15

Moray Newlands-Good Home Management 1:02:04

Salvatore Mercatante-Tempest 1:05:26

Ghost Power-Grimalkin 1:08:04

CN-Maat 1:12:55

HAWKSMOOR-On Netherfield Estate 1:17:18

Binaural Space-Impatient 1:21:04

Pbs'73-Antennas In Air 1:22:10

Moray Newlands-Are You A Quitter 1:26:32

Emeralds-Double Helix 1:29:44

TITLE-Afternoon Tea 1:32:34

Edgar Froese-Era Of The Slaves - 2012 Remaster 1:34:52

Jonathan Fitoussi / Clemens Hourrière-Murmuration 1:42:39

Sven Wunder-Prussian Blue 1:47:34

Lone Bison-Out of Phase Increments 1:51:29

Jarmodular-Dawn in industrial retreat 1:54:35

[burlveneer-music]

Garden Gate - Magic Lantern - the latest release from Clay Pipe Music is out today

Clay Pipe is pleased to introduce Garden Gate, the musical project of North Country, New York-based artist Timmi Meskers. After her time with Brown Recluse, a bittersweet psych-pop sextet, and White Candles, a Radiophonic Workshop-inspired electronic duo, Meskers merged the qualities of both groups into a new project and the first Garden Gate single, Houses, appeared in 2016 on Good Behavior Records. Following this, came a clutch of acclaimed releases on labels such as Sunstone and Library of the Occult, notably The Dark Harvest LP (which received a 5-star review in Shindig) and the sought-after 2021 LP, Blood Mansion, an original score for a conceptual horror film. Magic Lantern is a collection of melancholy yet hopeful neoclassical library pieces with analogue electronic elements that originally soundtracked Audible Originals’ Strange Company audiobook.

[oldmanffucker]

In my ceramics au, everyone is an artist (stede just bought an art gallery he knows nothing abt running and all his staff are artists and they have staff bonding at Queen Anne clay happy hour one night and this is how stede meets Ed and Izzy) I’m still working through my thoughts abt everyone’s artistic qualities etc but I wanna lay out my artist thought so far:

Jim: experimental contemporary jewelry (pushing the limits of what jewelry is/can be, experimenting with the thwarting facial recognition, and ideas of beauty)

Swede: tooth jewelry

Wee John: fiber artist and handpoke tattooer

Fang: whimsical playful functional pottery (doesn’t necessarily have to be function but often happens to be)

CJ: kitschy crude humor pottery

Stede: handbuilt/slab built ceramics - functional work that has a main focus on formal beauty. Pieces that serve a function but are intentionally made beautiful/ornate enough to stand their own as sculptures too

Ed & Izzy in the present run a pottery business that focuses on production pottery (large scale creation of identical pieces for being sold in stores etc). They make pipes that look like other things (food/objects), mugs/bowls/plates/pour overs that have some splashes of whimsy in a color choice or pattern or shape but are overall not terribly complicated. They are unique tho. they also have the Queen Anne clay storefront that has classes like happy hour clay classes, kids classes etc.

Neither of them focus too terribly much on their own personal art but sculptural non functional personal ceramic work blooms from each of them throughout the fic as stede encourages them to explore things beyond their business/actually feel their feelings.

In college they both were like way into performance art. Ed kinda for fun and bc he loved the physical exertion of it, but Izzy was 100% serious, putting his entire being into every performance for better or for worse. They egged each other on to bigger and bigger pieces and we’re very Marina and Ulay coded. Jack thought it was all stupid and just liked to join in bc he thought it was funny and hot to slap each other for long stretches of time but izzy was frustrated bc he didn’t get it.

Ed’s college art was more multi media (bc adhd yk) but was big on painting as a throughline. His work was big and messy and loud. He liked word working and sculpture and linocut printmaking.

There’s so much more but it would be a multiple page essay if I laid it all out rn.

Buttons: the QAC kiln tech. Loves to sculpt birds from clay.

Frenchie would of course be heavily focused on music but I haven’t settled all the details yet.

Roach obviously food based but again, not all ironed out.

Lucius: drawing, life drawing classes, focus on sensuality, queerness, the body, love

Pete: life model, wood working

Still thinking on the rest.

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voltron: legendary defender | klance (rom) | words: 1,958 | commission from @feathergil​ ♥.

“twenty minutes.”

“hm?”

“twenty minutes, lance.”

“and?” 

and? and keith was beginning to lose his patience. and their food was beginning to get cold, which doesn’t sit right with the warrior in the slightest because the egg rolls from the old mom-and-pop shop down the street tasted the best when they were piping hot. unfortunately for keith, they were, in fact, growing colder by each second that his boyfriend usurped from dinner in order to continue slathering his face with… whatever that stuff is. it smells good, at the very least, but that doesn’t account for the hunger that plagues him. 

“and i’m starving. you always get fussy if i start eating our food without you, but then you take a million years to do something as simple as washing your face.” 

lance huffs, annoyance clouding his expression ( which keith is almost surprised he can detect considering the new mask that lance pasted on ) as he switches his attention to the oil and lotion combination he utilizes for his body. 

“it takes time to look and feel this good! don’t be dramatic just because you can’t appreciate proper skin and self care, babe.” lance lifts one of his legs to stroke the concoction along his skin, making certain to get every inch before he shifts to the other leg. keith observes him for all of thirty seconds, features painted with slight apathy as one of his hands reaches out to slowly grab an eggroll, because if he has to wait any longer for his boyfriend to finish this ridiculously religious routine he has, keith’s obviously going to waste away into nothing. 

lance catches him in the act however and swats at his shoulder in protest. a resounding groan seeps from the swordsman, but an angry lance is a lance he doesn’t want to deal with, so he sets the now lukewarm eggroll back into its spot with the others. he almost pouts truly, thinking about how they’re going to have to microwave the food now, and it just never tastes the same when you do that. 

“are you done now?” keith inquires at the next five minute mark, his stomach growling its ravenous wrath as lance washes off the clay on his face & neck. 

“your stomach sounds like a wild animal.” is the brunet’s response, a little chuckle in his tone, patting his face dry with a small towel. 

“damn, i wonder why that could be.” the sarcasm drips from his words like a leaky faucet, amethyst eyes rolling so hard he nearly gets a headache from it. 

“oh, hush, i’m done already, alright? let’s just warm up the food so we can eat.” lance takes it upon himself to perform that action, considering he’s the reason why their dinner became cold in the first place. 

keith can appreciate that, watching as lance walks away to the open kitchen, donned in nothing but his robe and pajama pants underneath, food in hand. curiosity settles in the forefront of his mind, because lance always makes such a big deal about his skin care routine, and keith can’t help but ponder if the results of it are that good. now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t ever pay much attention to the difference between lance before the act and lance after it. 

his thoughts are interrupted by the smell of renewed food, and even though its not going to taste as fresh as it would have had they eaten it earlier, keith’s hunger is strong enough that anything designated as a human grade consumable would have been good enough for him. once their dinner is set back on the table in front of them, lance turns on a bluetooth speaker he keeps on the counter for background music, to play songs from a playlist that he’s so appropriately named “dinner time.” 

“ya’ have a playlist for literally everything you do, is that normal?” keith quips with a small, half-cocked smile, already having devoured two out of his four egg rolls. 

“yes, it’s normal. people have background music going for all sorts of activities. you’re just a weirdo who likes to sit in silence. i’m showing you the beauty of dual stimulation.”

keith’s brow raises, his smile sharpening into a bit of smirk. “dual stimulation? did’ja learn those words from pidge?”

lance’s own brow twitches, pointing his fork towards his boyfriend and accidentally flinging some rice in his direction. “first of all, i KNOW big words, alright? pidge doesn’t know everything! i know things. i know tons of things!”

keith nearly chokes on his rice when a laugh breaches his throat. “okay, okay, relax babe. look, you’re wasting food, throwing rice around like that.” 

“oh yeah? how’s this for wasting food?” on that cue, lance tosses a piece of orange chicken right at keith, who just barely moves out of the way with a mouth full of sushi. the chicken flies unceremoniously to the floor behind the warrior, and once keith gets the sushi down, his sights train back on lance, who’s looking a little more sheepish. 

“really?” 

“⎯⎯ maybe if you hadn’t dodged it, it wouldn’t have ended up on the floor.” 

“maybe if you hadn’t thrown it, it wouldn’t have ended up on the floor.” 

lance scoffs, but rises from his seat to walk past keith and pick up the poor piece of food. keith, however, decides lance needs a bit more punishment and quickly shoots out a hand to pinch his thigh, hard enough to startle him but not hard enough to seriously hurt. lance squeaks and almost jumps five feet into the air, swatting at his boyfriend once again before he grabs the chicken and tosses it into the trash. 

he tries to walk past keith for the second time, but has to expertly dodge another pinch attack, his lips wavering as the gunner tries to fight off a budding grin. keith, meanwhile, grins openly, a playfulness shimmering in his eyes as lance makes his way back to his seat. they finish the rest of their food with the occasional banter back and forth, until keith takes it upon himself to clear the table and toss empty trays into the trash.

“you’re insufferable, y’know that?”

“you like it.”

“like being pinched? absolutely not, that crap hurts. like a papercut.”

“didn’t know you were that sensitive.” 

“i’m not sensitive, i’m soft. i’m soft and smooth thanks to that unbearable skin routine you can’t stand.”

“soft and smooth huh?” 

“yeah, duh. that’s what skin care happens to do. i’m super soft, actually. can’t believe it’s taken me telling you that for you to realize it.” lance tsks, shaking his head as though he were disappointed in his boyfriend. 

“but not sensitive?” keith slowly brings his body up from the chair, taking just as slow strides closer to lance on the other side of the table. 

there’s a sudden shiver that dances up lance’s spine. he’s prey with a predator nearby, locked onto him and ready to pounce. 

“no — not at all.” lance settles his vision on keith, watching him closely as he stops moving to stare back at lance. it’s silence between them, until something clicks, and then

lance bolts.

lance bolts, in his fluffy robe and even fluffier slippers, bounding towards the stairs where the sanctity of their bedroom lay in waiting. 

keith chases after him, wondering when lance got this fast in his reaction time. he makes certain that lance doesn’t trip on the stairs ( even if he’s the reason why lance is scrambling away in the first place ), and follows him all of the way into the bedroom. unfortunately, the gunslinger doesn’t stand a chance against keith when it comes to raw strength, so when keith tackles lance onto the bed, there isn’t much he can do to fight back against him. 

not that he honestly wants to. 

because the space between keith’s arms is right where he fits perfectly. so perfectly, in fact, that if he didn’t know exactly what his love’s sinister plans were, he would’ve just melted right into his embrace without any hesitation. 

“what’s the problem, lance? i’m just holding you.” keith’s sneaky arms dive to coil around lance’s waist, equally sneaky hands settling right over his stomach. even though he has yet to really move any of his fingers, lance is already having difficulty fighting off the toothy grin that wobbles onto his lips. 

“k - keith, wait, wahahait, hold on ⎯⎯”

“what’re you laughing for, lance? i’m not even doing anything.”

yet. 

he doesn’t have to say the word, but lance can hear it within his mind. he doesn’t have to move his fingers, but lance can sense those ticklish sensations beginning to surge across the surface of his skin, even from on top of his robe. it only grows worse once keith slithers those hands inside of the garment ⎯⎯ the only thing keeping him at least somewhat safe ⎯⎯ and lance has a visceral reaction that forces him to bite down on his bottom lip. 

“keheith! your hands are cohohold! stoppit!” lance attempts to pull his love’s hands off of his chest and belly, but the action is half-hearted, not enough strength behind it to really mean it.

“oh ⎯? oh, holy shit lance, you really are soft.” keith’s eyes widen and his jaw slacks some, as though he’s transcended to a new level above mortal knowledge. 

“i ⎯⎯ i tohold you! it’s called personal hygiene!” lance bites back without any venom, but anything else he might have said gets swallowed up by the full-on giggles that flutter from his lips as keith’s fingers finally begin to explore. 

he skitters those trained digits all over the expanse of lance’s stomach, gently squeezing the softer parts of lance’s lower waist with a bright grin that he couldn’t dare to hide. 

“dude, what in the hell goes on when you shower? it’s fuckin’ insane how soft you feel.” one of keith’s hands leaves lance’s stomach in favor of continuing his exploration, fingers smoothing down one of his hips to scritch lightly at his boyfriend’s thighs, which earns him a proper squeal. 

“keith ⎯⎯! st - stop, it tickles too muhuhuch!” 

“too much? i’m barely touching you, what happened to not bein’ sensitive?” 

every swipe and stroke and squeeze sends ticklish electricity all over the gunman’s body, squirming underneath keith with another weak push in an attempt to make him stop. his giggling evolves into belly laughter when keith leans down to plant gentle kisses on any exposed skin he can find, relishing in the warmth of each spot where his lips touch down. lance feels so damn delicate, keith swears every touch feels like he’s caressing the petals of rose. 

a shriek rips from the hollows of lance’s throat when keith bends down to nuzzle and kiss at the spaces between neck and collarbone. a dusting of cherry paints over lance’s cheeks as his laughter heightens in octave and volume, leaving keith absolutely charmed. he can be so fucking cute, how could keith justify stopping when his boyfriend looks like this? flustered, and gleeful, and enjoying every bit of this, even if he tries to protest otherwise. 

“keeeith! no more!” the brunet chokes out, gasping when kisses shift into mischievous nips and fingers spider up from his thighs to his sides. lance’s breath hitches before another squeal pops out of his lips, attempting to curl over and deter keith’s fingers from their onslaught on his sides. 

truthfully, keith has no intention on stopping and every intention to not only continue tickle his love until he’s a pliant, jelly-like, laughed-out mess, but to also kiss, nibble, and mark every inch of his body for the rest of the night. and lance has very little (honest) complaints about it. 

[nikkeisimmer]

Sunset Valley - End of Days

Chapter Two - "Unlucky Survivors" - Part II

River’s Journal – December 31st, 1989 - January 6th, 1990

Greg was busy playing with his Imaginary friend. He loved that doll, it seemed. Masaharu told me that one of the potions that he’d created was something that he had no idea what it did. He’d drunk one himself just to see what it did, but it did nothing – it was a gold-colored fluid and we had no idea what it was supposed to do. Hopefully Masaharu would be OK. He said he hadn’t suffered any ill-effects from it at any rate. It probably would be best if he didn’t do that again.

Bebe, taking matters into her own hands knowing that Holly was lonely - there wasn’t anyone her age to pair up with. So using the science station, Bebe asked Masaharu to donate some of his genetic code so that she could make a clone of him. Masaharu, I don’t know if he really put much thought into this, but he readily agreed. I’m not sure I would have wanted another clone of Haruo wandering around with someone else. But Bebe...well, she is a bird of another feather

Unfortunately, that particular science station cloning experiment failed and it seemed as though that was going to be a dead-end. However Clarissa got in on the act and decided that she would make a clone drone potion which Bebe, once she got that in her hot little hands, handed over to Masaharu who used it on himself. After the nice dark cloud that enveloped him dissipated, there was a young man who stood beside Masaharu that was practically for all intents and purposes the exact duplicate of him. He was a strapping young man who bore a striking resemblance to Masaharu. Masaharu named him Torahide. Torahide would probably get himself a haircut to differentiate himself from Masaharu, but for now...he was going to take time to get to know Holly.

Because we were in this bunker and unable to go out a lot of us were going stir-crazy including the plumbots. Felix bided his time by breaking space-rocks. So could my fiancé but the likelihood of him breaking his hand was probably on the order of six times as likely as Felix. Felix has a metal hand so the worst he could get is a severe dent which he could use a ball-pen hammer to iron out – my fiancé would probably end up with all the bones in his hand shattered which now with no medical help, would require an amputation of the hand because there would be no way to put the pieces back together. I tried to keep from laughing as the last time I saw we had roughly about four or five gemstones.

Now we have almost one hundred. And Felix is still going at it.

Thank goodness for things to do in this bunker. Torahide gravitated towards the sculpting station and was making immediate strides in creating sculptures in clay. Currently he was working on an alluring, at least to males – it did nothing for me other than to remark on what a nice sculpture it was, sculpture of a woman in Greek robes holding a bowl. Masaharu commented that he hoped that Torahide could make one of those in stone one of these days. Hopefully Bebe didn’t hear that.

My fiancé was taking the opportunity to teach himself how to play the violin. Unfortunately at this current point it was sounding like a cat was getting tortured. It would be a while before he worked his way up to it sounding like Haifetz playing the J.S. Bach Partita in B minor as my classical snob (~aside – oh I’m sorry, baroque snob...BWV 1002, II. Double, good heavens!) likes to state. With that and the fact that he had a gorgeous concert grand piano (9 footer) in the living area, we were somewhat able to take some enjoyment out of being cooped up in the bunker. To assuage his love of music, he also had a harpsichord and a organ...don’t know how he managed to fit that in there but evidently the pipes were encased within the interior walls of the bunker...with sections of wall having grates to allow the sound to somewhat escape. If it means that he won’t go bats-in-the-belfry, I’m all for it. Luckily he has not expressed a penchant to play Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D minor – that piece is scary enough as it is and especially considering the situation we’re in, I’m not sure I want to hear that piece again. Phil on the other hand was making friends with the younger family members. That presumably was his childish trait kicking in. He had brought plenty of comics, manga and anime to watch on TV, which luckily were not affected by the nuclear blast’s electromagnetic pulse (EMP). So he would sit for a couple of hours and watch Jem and the Holograms, Transformers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or GI Joe.

“Sandi...did you see the last episode of the Ninja Turtles?”

“No...Uncle Phil...you’re weird...I don’t watch that stuff.”

Mornings were a bit awkward. When we were in high-school, I was a high-school senior and...

Parker Langerak was a junior, which meant that I was in my graduation year and had committed to Haruo and going steady with him when Parker started expressing interest in me. I’ve had to discourage him quite emphatically from pursuing his interest in me. And well, now we were all stuck in this bunker together.

But what he realizes is that this bunker is his survival as it is with all of us. We all have to work together to move humanity forward from now on. He will find someone, but that someone won’t be me. I'm a grown woman thrown into surrogate motherhood and Parker's still a teen. He needs to find someone that he is more suited to. My fiancé Haruo has asked me to marry him and that’s the way it is now.

My husband-to-be is the one who stepped up to become Sam’s surrogate father thus making me Sam’s surrogate mother so be it. Whether we feel ready for it or not, we have to step up to the plate and hope that we can succeed at raising a child from the age of toddler-hood all the way to young adulthood. And we don’t stop being a parent when they leave the nest. We are their parents for all time. The fact that Haruo has shouldered this on himself has made me love him all the more. If anyone had told me, “River, you’re going to be a mother six months after you graduate.” I would have told them that they were nuts. Yet here I am. I’m a mother to a toddler who is just about to age up to child who will be going to get tutored in things that will allow him to thrive in this new world where there are no laws regarding education nor any formal education curriculum. We have all been forced to grow up quickly in order to get by in this new situation we find ourselves in.