#Naut!Sans

[yeosin-n]

had another drawing sesh w friends hahehehahehrfjfjg

[underwaves]

gonna make 2024 a good year for underwaves let's go!!! ᕦ⁠(⁠ò⁠_⁠ó⁠ˇ⁠)⁠ᕤ

[applecheeks255]

Naut Sans from Underwaves 💖💕

" you shore are somethin' else, huh? "

Been meaning to do fanart of him for a long time now, happy with how he turned out in this doodle.

Naut Sans and Underwaves belongs to @yeosin-n !

[shional106]

Fanart of Naut Sans from Underwaves

Naut Sans belongs to @yeosin-n

My art block that has been there for weeks is slowly going away.

[imtrashraccoon]

Obscure Anon again! This time AU version! This is asking about the Sans of the AU:

Chesttale or Underwaves?

[Who would I date?]

Hello again! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Okay, I admittedly know very little about either au but their designs are both super cool!

I gotta pick Underwaves. I think his name is Naut?

The eyes man... I love em! His personality is also super appealing to me. Very thoughtful and he likes cuddling? Sign me up!

I actually don't know a thing about Chesstale. Does it even have a story? Or is it like Dancetale and Outertale, being more about a cool design than anything?

[haledamage]

One of the kiss in the rain prompts, your choice, with Nadia/Kurt :3

a hopeful kiss in the rain a playful, happy kiss in the rain

I couldn’t pick which one I liked best, so I decided to use a couple of them! they deserve it :3 special guest appearances by Síora and Sieglinde and their exasperated support of their best friends. I’m very proud of them for not locking anyone in any closets to get them to finally admit their feelings (it was a close call)

Nadia/Kurt and how I think their romance confession actually went. Because I know my girl and there’s no way she waited until That One Romance Scene to smooch her man for the first time. ~3200 words, takes place right after Kurt's third companion quest, so spoilers for that and the conversations after it

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Kurt kept a keen eye on Nadia as she weaved through the crowd of the Coin Tavern in San Matheus. Though tonight’s lot was perhaps more trustworthy than most, and filled with far more folks than usual who would jump to her rescue in a moment’s notice, it was still his duty to keep her safe, and that’s what he intended to do. He knew better than to let his guard down, even among friends. Especially among friends, if the last month was any indication.

And if, perhaps, he watched her with more than just her safety in mind, eyes lingering on the curve of her lips as she smiled or on the elegant movements of her hands as she spoke, well. Certainly no one in this crowd would fault him for it.

“So that’s her, then,” Sieglinde stated, drawing his attention temporarily away from Nadia to where she sat next to him. The two of them had wedged themselves in a shadowed corner with their backs to the wall, where they could see the entire tavern. Old habits. “The girl you were always talking about, your protege at the palace. Pity it took something like this for me to finally meet her.”

“Aye, that’s her.” Kurt sighed and reached for his mug, though he didn’t raise it to take a drink. “Seems like dangerous business being my ‘protege’ these days.”

“Looks to me like she’s weathered it just fine,” she teased. “Don’t think she minds a bit of danger.”

That just made his frown deepen. “Just because she can face it doesn’t mean she should have to.” Into his drink, he muttered, “Especially not on my account.”

“Come now, Kurt. She’s older than you were when you met her,” Sieglinde pointed out. There was a softness to her voice that told him she wanted to say more about everything he’d endured by the time he was Nadia’s age, but thankfully she let the words linger without voicing them. “Wiser too, I’d wager, and much more charming.” 

He gave Sieglinde a sharp look, though he didn’t deny it. It only earned him a playful smile in return. “More patient, too,” he eventually added. He couldn’t keep the fondness out of his voice, and unconsciously his gaze drifted back across the room to Nadia.

She was leaning over a table full of Nauts and former Ghost Company recruits, her eyes shining and face bright with laughter. Her tablemates stared up at her with nearly identical dazed, starry-eyed expressions. They weren’t the first to be enchanted by the force of nature that was Nadia de Sardet, and wouldn’t be the last.

“She would have to be.” Sieglinde watched Kurt watch Nadia, and saw those same stars in his eyes. “Does she know?”

“Know what?” The answer was almost automatic, the reflexive habit to hide his desires, to push aside his own feelings so they wouldn’t get in anyone else’s way. A habit Síora had been trying to break him of for months now, and Nadia had been trying to find a way to counter for far longer than that.

Sieglinde smacked him on the arm, hard enough to feel it even through the padding of his armor. “Don’t play dumb, Kurt. You can fool your nobles, but you can’t fool me. I know you too well.”

He sighed, pulled off his hat so he could drag a hand through his hair. “It doesn’t matter,” he said eventually, quiet enough that he could barely be heard over the din of the tavern crowd. “She deserves better than some bitter old mercenary like me.”

“Perhaps she does.” He appreciated that she didn’t try to offer any platitudes or pretend he was anything other than what he was. She had never been one to dance around the truth. “But even a blind man could see the way you look at her. And the way she looks at you.”

As if she could sense that they were talking about her, Nadia glanced in their direction, her eyes locking on Kurt’s with deadly precision.

She smiled at him like they were the only people in the room, sweet and warm and much too intimate for this place. It made him want to whisk her away from here and take her somewhere he could keep that smile all to himself.

It took longer than he liked to push that feeling away.

“Seems to me ‘bitter old mercenary’ is exactly what she wants,” Sieglinde murmured, going in for the kill while his guard was down.

Then someone came by and forced Nadia’s attention back to her table, and the moment was lost.

When she finally looked away, Kurt let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “It doesn’t matter,” he said again.

Sieglinde chuckled to herself, the sound somehow both fond and derisive. “You’re a stubborn fool, Kurt.” 

There was no bite in her words, but it still made Kurt feel strangely defensive, and he rounded on her like he expected her to draw her sword on him. “What would you have me do, then?” he snapped, both louder and sharper than he intended. “Court her? Ask her to risk everything for me? Or should I beg her uncle for permission to--”

“You think that girl cares one bit what her uncle thinks about anything she does?” Sieglinde hissed. “The only man whose opinion has ever mattered to her is you. Stop pretending you can’t see that.”

Kurt scoffed darkly and reached for his drink rather than bothering to reply. Doing so would mean admitting that she was right, and he refused to give her the satisfaction.

In the lull in conversation, his attention wandered once again, compulsively, inevitably, back to Nadia.

It wasn’t that he was afraid that she didn’t feel the same for him as he did for her. If anything, he was afraid that she did. 

He had known for a long time that she was attracted to him. She had been since she was a child, and had never been shy or subtle about it. The compliments, the cheek kisses, the fond yet teasing way she always said his name--those weren't new developments.

But they had changed since coming to Teer Fradee. Everything had. Or maybe it hadn’t; maybe the only thing that had changed was him. Maybe all the island had done was help him realize that Nadia was no longer a little girl with a crush, but a grown woman who knew exactly what kind of man he was and still smiled at him like he was the sunrise.

“Tell her how you feel, Kurt.” He had almost forgotten Sieglinde was still there, but thankfully managed not to startle when her voice interrupted his long-overdue epiphany. “If not tonight, then soon. You’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t.”

“I know.” The words hurt to say, and his voice came out rough and raspy even by his usual standards.

She was kind enough to ignore it beyond a companionable pat on his shoulder. “Leave your doubts in the ashes with Hermann where they belong, and stop letting ghosts hold you back.”

The shoulder pat became a firm grip as she used him to leverage herself out of her seat. “I’ll get the next round. I hope you’re not here when I get back.”

Kurt lifted what remained of his ale as Sieglinde melted into the crowd, draining the mug in one swig. He slammed it to the table, then forced himself to his feet and went to find Nadia before he could talk himself out of it.

---

Nadia could feel the weight of Kurt’s eyes on her all afternoon as she drifted through the tavern talking to friends both new and old. It took constant effort to keep herself from seeking him out over the crowd, and even then she had only succeeded half the time. She had resorted to finding a chair facing the opposite direction, to remove the temptation entirely.

Síora had yet to decide if she found the whole situation amusing or exasperating. At the moment, she leaned more towards the latter. “Will you catch fire if you look at him, carants?” she asked dryly. “Is that why you act this way?”

Nadia forced herself to stop looking over her shoulder, giving her friend a sheepish grin. “Am I that obvious?”

“You are as subtle as a charging andríg. And yet he still pretends he does not see it.” Síora rolled her eyes, but her expression softened quickly into a playful smile. “You are more patient than I am, Nadi. I would have tired of his hesitating long ago.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.” She had to resist the urge to defend Kurt, to point out all the perfectly valid reasons he had for holding back. Instead, she leaned forward conspiratorially, resting her elbows on the table between them. “What would you have me do, then? Flavia suggests I should just show up naked at his door one day.”

“Knowing Kurt, he would simply offer to loan you a shirt.” Síora laughed, and Nadia joined her. They both knew he wasn’t dense enough to actually misread a situation like that, but Kurt had a habit of being intentionally obtuse where Nadia was concerned.

Síora leaned back in her chair, balancing precariously on its back legs, giving her friend a shrewd look. “You should tell him the truth. As plainly as possible, so he cannot hide from it. Whatever happens next is his choice.”

“Maybe,” Nadia responded vaguely. She gave in to the urge to glance in the direction of Kurt’s table, only to find it empty.

Síora’s chair returned to solid ground with a loud clack of wood on wood. “What are you waiting for? A sign from the spirits? Arrows drawn in the sand, encouragement written in the clouds?”

“That would be nice. Is that really so much to ask?”

Síora’s attention shifted to something in the crowd behind Nadia. “It would appear not.”

Before she could ask for clarification on that cryptic statement, a hand landed gently on Nadia’s shoulder. She had a feeling she knew who it belonged to even before she looked up into familiar gray eyes.

“Could I trouble you for a moment?” Kurt asked as soon as he had her attention, the question leaving him in a rush. “There’s… something I’d like to talk to you about.”

“Of course.” Nadia caught Siora’s eye as she stood from her seat; the other woman looked positively smug. She valiantly ignored it, smiling at Kurt instead. “I think we could both use a little fresh air. Why don’t we take a walk?”

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Outside, it was cool and quiet, the bustling city feeling almost serene after the hectic tavern. The day was verging on dusk, oranges and reds starting to paint the edges of the heavy clouds that hung overhead. A light rain fell, just enough to make its presence known, but there was much more to come, if those clouds were any indication.

Kurt jumped when Nadia took his arm. Not dramatically, barely more than a twitch really, but enough for her to notice. She gave his bicep what she hoped was a comforting squeeze as he led her away from the tavern.

They strolled at a leisurely pace, in no hurry to get anywhere and with no destination in mind. Kurt watched the road, as if the cobblestones under their boots held a particular fascination for him; Nadia watched him from the corner of her eye, trying to judge his mood from what she could see of his profile.

“Is something the matter?” she asked, when it became clear that he wasn’t going to speak first. “You seem… distracted.”

He laughed quietly, but there was no humor in it. “I suppose you could say that.” He finally lifted his gaze from the ground to meet her eyes, but only for a moment before his attention returned to the street. “It’s nothing you need to worry yourself over, Green Blood. Recent events have just dredged up a lot of history. History that was better off staying buried.”

Nadia no longer bothered to hide the way she watched him. “I’m not going to force you to talk about it, but if you want to, I’ll listen.” She slid her hand down his arm to lace their fingers together instead. “I’m here for you. Whatever you need.”

She was surprised when Kurt started speaking, but her surprise quickly gave away to anger when she heard what he was saying. In a measured voice that did little to cover how painful the subject was for him, he told her about his life before they met. About Hermann and his ‘elite training’. About the conditioning, the torture, the abuse. About even worse atrocities that made the words catch in his throat, refusing to be given voice.

Some of it she already suspected; the rest answered a lot of questions that still lingered from the years Kurt had been her master of arms. The careful, respectful distance he kept her at when she was a child, never touching her in any way unless necessary and asking permission first when he had no other choice; the way he never raised his voice, no matter what trouble she and Constantin caused; the care he took not to injure them during training; the routine check-ins about her well-being, and that her teachers and peers weren't mistreating her; all of it suddenly, horrifically, made sense.

It turned out that burning at the stake was too kind of a fate for Hermann after all. Nadia wished she could go back in time to do it differently. She'd have dragged the bastard all the way to Tír Fradí’s volcano and personally fed him directly to en on míl frichtimen.

“Kurt…” she started, but words failed her. ‘I’m sorry’ felt trite, ‘thank you for telling me’ too unsympathetic.

He smiled at her like he heard everything she didn’t say. “You don’t need to worry about me, Green Blood,” he told her again. “It was a long time ago. He went up in flames, and my memories with him.”

That wasn’t true, and they both knew it, but Nadia let Kurt keep his lie.

Before he could change the subject entirely, though, she closed the gap between them so she could wrap her arms around him, hugging him as tight as she was able. She half expected him to pull away, but he returned the hug without hesitation.

“I know how hard it was to talk about this,” she murmured, her voice muffled slightly by his thickly padded armor. “Thank you for trusting me with it.”

“It means a lot that you’ve been with me through all of this, Nadia. I won’t forget it.” There was more emotion in his voice in those two sentences than there had been while telling her about everything he’d endured.

She shook her head, nuzzling her face deeper into his shoulder in the process. “Kurt, I care about you. I never would have made you face this alone.”

Kurt went suddenly and completely still, and it took longer than Nadia would’ve liked for it to dawn on her why.

“Would you…” he cleared his throat before continuing with less of a tremor in his voice, “can you repeat that for me?”

Oh saints and spirits, this wasn’t how she wanted to do this, but there was no way she would take it back, not ever. If her time on Tír Fradí had taught her anything, it was that one had to take their moments when they come.

She released him and leaned back enough so she could see his face. He watched her with a mix of trepidation and hope. “Kurt. My dearest Kurt…” she touched his face, tracing her fingertips over the arch of his cheek, the sharp edge of his jaw, the scar on his chin, “I care about you. So much.”

She wasn’t sure which of them was more surprised when he kissed her.

It was just a brush of lips, barely more than mingling breath, and over almost as soon as it began. Nadia barely had enough time to feel disappointed about the brevity of it before Kurt kissed her a second time, soft but no longer hesitant, sweet and warm as a summer morning.

His breath left him in a quick, astonished laugh when they eventually parted. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he confessed, barely above a whisper, studying her face like he’d never seen her before. “Forgive me my foolishness for making you wait.”

The rain started to fall around them in earnest, cold and dismal, but Nadia paid it no mind. Nothing short of divine intervention could have pulled her away from him. “You are worth waiting for, Kurt.”

Kurt lit up with a smile she’d never seen from him before, genuine and joyful. “As gracious as she is beautiful…” he cradled her face between both hands, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks, “what have I done to deserve such a gift?”

“I can make you a list, if you’d like. Would you prefer it chronologically or alphabetically?”

His laughter was the loveliest thing she’d ever heard. She couldn’t resist kissing him again, to see if it tasted as sweet as it sounded.

They were well and truly soaked by the time they parted again, and Kurt, ever the responsible one, frowned at the icy water that dripped from the brim of Nadia’s hat. The chill had started to seep into her bones, and it was only due to Kurt’s warmth and her own sheer force of will that she wasn’t shivering yet.

“We should get out of the rain. Wouldn’t want you catching cold.”

An innocuous statement; an obvious one, even. But one that raised an interesting question: “Back to the tavern? Or the house?”

If they went back to the tavern, they could rejoin their friends and pretend nothing had changed. It would be the more proper thing to do, to return to their chaperones and allow their courtship to follow a conventional pace. Going home meant having the rest of the night to themselves… to whatever end they chose.

“I think I’ve had my fill of crowds for the day. I want you to myself a little longer.” There was a promise in his voice that made her breath catch, followed by a surprising bashfulness as he dropped his gaze, the growing puddles on the ground around them suddenly fascinating. “If that is what you want, of course… I don’t mean to presume…”

“Yes,” she said quickly, before Kurt could find a way to talk himself out of this. “I want that too.”

He relaxed, tension draining from his shoulders, replaced with a tentative, but hopeful, version of the smile from before. “You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear you say that.”

The storm picked up even more, stalling any further conversation. Nadia grabbed his hand as she took off down the street, practically running down the rapidly emptying alleys for the short distance to their home.

She pulled him back into her arms as soon as they crossed the threshold, her lips finding his again even before the door was latched. There was no telling how long it would be before they next had to brave the storm; she wanted to make the most of whatever time they had now.

[solarchaotica]

7 comfort films + 7 tags

Tagged by @salander-san

1. Silent Hill

2. Artificial Intelligence

3. Interview with a Vampire

4. Gattaca

5. Dark City

6. Donnie Darko

7. Spirited Away

@hurrl @venusararara @r0w0fie @lavagirldick @as-tro-nauts @redroom-rainbowguts @cptsadist

[seeasunset]

“Vasco-San what do you think of my boat? Do you have any suggestions for improvements?” Kaban shows the Naut Captain her makeshift vessel a tour bus fitted with wooden skies, a buoyant wooden back where the seats usually connect and an outboard motor connected to a propeller

❝Is it a boat or a ship? But I do love how it is designed. How do you turn it on?❞ Vasco bend down slightly to stare at the makeshift vessel. His gaze sweeping over the tiny details, but he couldn't say much. He's far from an expert on designing like this. All he knew is which piece is called (and what they do) and how to sail the ship. He couldn't piece together something like a ship.

[grommtheorc]

I am ADHD with my painting projects. Pictured; my Pirate Ork Naut from Gear Gut's Mekshop fully assembled and primed (sans the underarm rockets; still needa attach those) and my Lizardmen Bloodbowl team.

[lilaxwinemoved]

@seeasunset said... "It's that time of the season where the chilly air turned colder than usual. While the layers of outfits Vasco wore always helped him in some ways or the indoor warmth aided him, it didn't stop him from hurling himself into wrapping a blanket (or two) around himself like a blanket burrito. Curse him and his ability to get cold rather easily."

( For either Leon or Kurt <3 )

“So, you’re finally using the blankets we’ve carrying with us all this time? And here I thought they were good for nothing.” Kurt sits down on an upholstered bench beside Vasco (who’s curled up on a rug in front of the fireplace) with a grunt. It’s a wide enough piece of furniture that Vasco can lean back against it while he takes up his fair share. When he glances down at him, he has half the mind to draw half his scarred lip into a sneer.

They’re resting in front of the fire at De Sardet’s residence in New Serene. Carrying and what they were carrying is no longer an issue. But it doesn’t change the fact that Vasco had had access to them for days on the roads back from San Matheus, but he hadn’t seen him use them once. The man was more stubborn than he was. He didn’t think it possible.

Kurt very subtly -not subtly at all, although he tries very hard to be subtle- rests a knee lightly against Vasco’s shoulder. His eyes glance everywhere in the room but the Naut. The heat from the fire manages to hide any hint of a blush that would’ve been there otherwise.

[yeosin-n]

quick doodles bc im going thru sans withdrawal ( ﾟ，_ゝ｀)

[nnjzz]

ANLA COURTIS ft. VOMIR + LENA CIRCUS & HIROKO KOMIYA + AUDREY CARMES & LEANDRO BARZABAL + PRZEMYSŁAW SANECKI

DIMANCHE LE 25.02

ANLA COURTIS ar feat. VOMIR fr LENA CIRCUS & HIROKO KOMIYA fr / jp AUDREY CARMES  & LEANDRO BARZABAL ar / fr PRZEMYSŁAW SANECKI pl

à Les Nautes

1 Quai des Célestins

75004 M° Sully-Morland

P.A.F. 6€

20:00 portes

20:42 action!!

ANLA COURTIS ar feat. VOMIR fr Un LP documentant une collaboration inédite et à distance entre les deux Messieurs est paru sur le label parisien L'Eau des Fleurs en juin dernier. Ils vont essayer de ne pas re-jouer tous les morceaux à la note près.

Si je comprends bien :  Alan / Anla commencera tout seul - pour être par la suite rejoint à un moment donné par Roro Perrot ( aka VOMIR ou l'inverse ). Mais peut-être ai-je mal compris - - - - ?

https://eaudesfleurs.bandcamp.com/album/sin-comentarios

La musique d'Alan ( aka Anla ) Courtis oscille toujours entre art sonore, musique électroacoustique, drone, noise, entre improvisation et composition. Avec souvent un petit quelque chose de pataphysique dans ses manipulations de bandes, ou d'enregistrements numériques, son approche d'instruments, ou d'outils informatiques... etc. La liste de ses collaborations ressemble à un Who's Who des musiques ( et des non-musiques ) expérimentales des trente dernières années : Pauline Oliveros, Phil Niblock, Lee Ranaldo, The Nihilist Spasm Band, Eddie Prevost, Jim O'Rourke, Mats Gustafsson, KK Null, Sigtryggur Berg Sigmarsson, Andy Bolus, Sir Rick Bishop ,Yoshimi P-Wee, Masonna, Günter Müller, Jason Kahn, Toshimaru Nakamura , Solid Eye, Daniel Menche,Thomas Dimuzio, Rudolf Eb.Er, Kouhei Matsunaga, MSBR, Tetuzi Akiyama, Lasse Marhaug, Aaron Moore, Damo Suzuki, Makoto Kawabata, Ashray Navigations, Michael Snow, Birchville Cat Motel, The New Blockaders, Avarus, Kemialliset Ystävät, Merzbow, Keiji Haino, David Grubbs, L’Autopsie A Révélé Que La Mort Était Due à L’Autopsie, etc, etc, etc… Depuis de nombreuses années, fort de son expérience au sein des Reynols ( dont le percussionniste Miguel était atteint du syndrome de Down ), il a aussi développé un travail d'éducateur / animateur dans des ateliers des pratiques brutes de la musique avec des personnes atteintes d'un handicap mental.

Romain Perrot est un (non)musicien touche-à-tout performeur bruitiste autodidacte, improvisateur sans frontière, fondateur - en tant que VOMIR - de la pratique et philosophie connue sous le nom de Harsh Noise Wall, concepteur et exécutant de la ShitFolk, papa de Broken Impro series, déployant en parallèle une activité plastique sous le nom d'ABSURDUM, membre de JOAN JETT FANCLUB, M_D_R, Falot, Rompral Eltron, Descendeur ( entre autres ) ... .. 

LENA CIRCUS +HIROKO KOMIYA fr / jp Intimisme psychédélique ? Nous sommes ravis de recevoir pour la troisième fois cette collaboration récurrente entre le trio parisien et la performeuse japonaise ( évoluant la plupart du temps dans l'univers butô ) oùune synergie et une entente exceptionnelles se mettent en œuvre pour aboutir à faire naître un univers sonore d'une grande densité, toujours surprenant, avec un sens du détail et une cohérence organique.Formé en 1999 par Antoine Letellier (guitares, instruments à vent) & Nicolas Moulin (guitare, électroniques), LENA CIRCUS est d'abord un duo (avec à son actif neuf EPs publiés à un rythme mensuel, sur divers labels indépendants), avant d'être rejoint en 2003 par Guillaume Arbonville (percussions). Suscitant des comparaisons avec les expérimentations de Sun Ra, Don Cherry ou TajMahal Travellers, leur univers, fruit d'une communication quasi-télépathique entre les musiciens, fait preuve d'une alchimie sonore singulière, toute en finesse et en tension permanente.

Hiroko Komiya recours aux sons tirés de la nature à l'aide d'une collection d'objets au son magique, comprenant des coquillages, des cloches, des heurtoirs, des hochets, des récipients en étain et des instruments traditionnels spécialement sélectionnés. Elle utilise également sa propre voix, créant ainsi des improvisations musicales non harmoniques, remontant aux archétypes de la culture orientale.

"Jouée par une formation free-jazz au demeurant non violente, cette musique est hypnotique, forçant l'attention vers une jubilatoire tension de l'écoute, où les objets sonores pétillent, irradient.Hiroko Komiya, qui double les sons d'un geste, est une partenaire parfaite : elle malaxe et fait crisser des coquillages dans une main, tapote des tringles, froisse des fibres, jouant de l'instrument et du son comme le chat avec un caillou, une souris ou une pelote de laine. La matière sonore extrêmement dense est toujours sensuelle, ce qui rend très amicale une trame pourtant complexe." (Marteen B., Mille Feuille) " 

AUDREY CARMES & LEANDRO BARZABAL ar / fr Basse double.

Surprise du chef. Commande very spéciale du Non_Jazz - en étroite collaboration avec le GRM ( Parallèle ) . Première mondiale.

Entre new new age, ambient, krautrock ouateux, spoken word susurré et electronica, inclassable,  Audrey dispense des so(i)ns atmosphériques - comme une invitation à l'introspection et à la ( douce ) rêverie à base de nappes synthétiques, guitare, basse, flûte, vibraphone... Son premier album "Quelque chose s'est dissipé" est sorti en juillet dernier chez Métron Records.

Entre larmes de cire et moulages de béton, Leandro fait gentiment suer sa Fender Jaguar ( et ses amplis ) à moins qu'il ne s'en prenne à son synthé fait maison avec plein de boutons et plein de bougies plantées là où ça fait du pas bien. Performeur bien performant, il a bien plus de tours dans son sac encore mais on ne va pas en faire un inventaire exhaustif non plus hein.

Il s'agit d'une association inédite - pas de lien disponible à ce jour ( donc ). À découvrir sur place.

https://mmli.bandcamp.com/album/terrorgammons

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wu0tbE9Xc_8

https://www.15questions.net/interview/fifteen-questions-interview-audrey-carmes/page-1/ PRZEMYSŁAW SANECKI pl a débuté sa carrière en tant qu'artiste de performance au début des années 2000. Au fil des années, son travail a connu de nombreux changements et, depuis 2014, il réalise des œuvres exclusivement avec des méthodes « computationnelles ». Ces dernières années, il s'est concentré sur la réalisation d'œuvres vidéo dans l'esprit du cinéma structurel et matérialiste en utilisant des méthodes programmatiques. Son travail sur le son a toujours occupé une place importante et, en plus d'être membre du groupe de rap d'avant-garde KOT, il a été très actif sur la scène noise en Pologne. Il sort actuellement sous le nom de THSHLT, principalement sur son propre label PEIG (en collaboration avec Emilia Wysocka) et prépare ses débuts sous le nom de CZANEL. Il utilise le Pd patches comme instrument principal ainsi que des synthétiseurs analogiques modulaires et semi-modulaires.

NB / #envoiedubois

Fly Jo L'Indien

[asideofpeeper]

I cannot be bothered to colourise or heavily detail any of my digital drawings, but meet Naut. Or Nautical!Sans. He's up for asks, while I do my other FaeVerse Ask Blog.

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Nautilus Biotechnology to Participate in the Capital One Spatial Biology & Proteomics Summit

Nautilus Biotechnology Inc. SEATTLE, Sept. 23, 2022 (GLOBE NEWSWIRE) — Nautilus Biotechnology, Inc. (NASDAQ: NAUT; or “Nautilus”), a company pioneering a single-molecule protein analysis platform for quantifying the proteome, today announced the company will be participating in the upcoming Capital One Spatial Biology & Proteomics Summit taking place virtually on Wednesday, September 28, 2022. Nautilus co-founder and CEO Sujal Patel is scheduled to participate in the following two executive panel discussions: Proteomics “Everything You Wanted to Know, But Were Afraid to Ask” at 11:30 a.m. Eastern Time / 8:30 a.m. Pacific Time CEOs from Spatial Biology/Proteomics at 1:00 p.m. Eastern Time / 10 a.m. Pacific Time Interested parties may contact kristen.patrick@capitalone.com to register to attend the virtual event. About Nautilus Biotechnology, Inc. With its corporate headquarters in Seattle and its research and development headquarters in the San Francisco Bay Area, Nautilus is a development stage life sciences company creating a platform technology for quantifying and unlocking the complexity of the proteome. Nautilus’ mission is to transform the field of proteomics by democratizing access to the proteome and enabling fundamental advancements across human health and medicine. To learn more about Nautilus, visit www.nautilus.bio. Media Contact press@nautilus.bio Investor Contact investorrelations@nautilus.bio Source link Originally published at Melbourne News Vine

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Okay I can’t get this scenario out of my head, so I have to ask: how would Sans, Papyrus, Red, Boss, Brace, and Bear react if they were on a road trip with their S/O and a early 2000s pop song came on (like Brittany Spears “Toxic”, or something along those lines) and their S/O knew all the lyrics by heart and were being all goofy with singing and dance moves?

Also I hope you’re having a great day/night;)

Sans: He pulls a trombone out of nowhere and starts playing it along to the song while you sing. He doesn’t get quite as into it as you, but his smile curls just a bit wider as he watches you sing and bop along to the song.

Papyrus: He’s turning it up way too loud and shouting it with you. He doesn’t even know the words, but your hype for the song was too infectious for him to not join you. 

Red: Red likes a good jam session. He’ll turn up the music for you and smile at you while you dance and sing. After the song is over he’ll ask you if he can put his playlist on through the aux cord. Please. Don’t let him 💀 

 Boss: He grumbles about it at first and rolls his eyes, but halfway through the song he’s tapping the steering wheel along to the beat and he’s got a small smile slowly making it’s way onto his face. 

Bear:  He doesn’t know the song and isn’t much of a singer, so he’ll settle for watching you jam out to your hearts content with a fond smile on his face. You’re too cute.

Brace: He’ll also turn it up for you and nod along to the beat of the song with you. After he hears the chorus for the first few times he’ll start to sing along with you. There’s a good chance he’ll end up adding it to his personal playlist on his phone. 

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Take Me by the Hand

So I wanted to post this on valentines (it’s not exactly valentine-themed, I just wanted to put something out hjdsk), but decided it was better to post now -w- this is a little fluff fic for @yeosin-n!! She has a really cool au called underwaves, and of course she makes just wonderful wonderful stuff and i love them all- and then its an undertale au!!!! in the ocean!!!!! ahdjkshd I kinda instantly fell in love with it... and UW Sans (Naut) as well, so uh!! Here’s a fluffy self-indulgent fanfic!!

Naut (UW!Sans)/Reader :D!!

"heheh, ya look like a big duck, darlin'."

  You try not to make a frustrated noise at him (lord knows he's already having WAY too much fun with you) and choose to simply mumble to yourself quietly as you take step by heavy step towards the innocently splashing waves, as if taunting your predicament.

  "I'd appreciate some help right about now, I could do without the remarks." You snap (softly) at him as you waddle your way over the sand, your heavy diving equipment jostling a little with every step.

  Naut had been helpful enough to put all the weight on you, and you wanted no more than to strangle the grin off the bastard's face.

  He's lucky you're dating him and love him too much to do that.

  Naut only chuckles for a bit, in your face, and you're about to throw your flippers at him when his laughs finally die down.

  "sorry, sorry," Naut lets a few more chuckles out as he wipes the "tears" away from his top set of eyesockets.

  You could swear you saw his lower eyelights turned into hearts for a second…

  "couldn't help myself. ya sure are a cutie," he says, and you would've made a sound of indignation if you didn't see the flowers happily popping into existence near the hole in his skull, floating down as if a slow waterfall was carrying it.

  You're the one with the happy little flowers, you want to tease, but at the same time, you didn’t want him to hide it. It was cute and pretty, you loved seeing him happy and relaxed.

  Without realizing what he's trying to do, Naut's already by your side, going behind your back. Before you could ask him what he's doing, you make a "hup-!?" Noise when he hoists your tank up.

  "better?"

  He was.. helping you carry your equipment.

  "Y-yeah!" You startle (you're not sure why, but the fact that he's actually helping you makes you feel.. sentimental).

  "ok then, let's keep going,"

  With the help of Naut, the journey to the water’s edge wasn’t as painful as it was when you started trudging down the sand, and you eventually got about chest-deep in the water.

  Naut let go of your tank, keeping you steady while you fit your dive boots into the open heel flippers. You fit your mask onto your face, and Naut starts drifting into deeper waters, now bobbing in the waves (how do skeletons float…? Of course he came from the ocean but… it’s like he has invisible floaties on!). He snrks a little. You make a face at him (well, as much of a face you could make with a mask covering half your face).

  “What?”

  “heheh… nothing. ya just… ya kinda look like a fish? with the goggles…” He makes two C-shapes with his phalanges, bringing them up to his sockets. “oh glowing waves above, i just wanna pinch you.”

  “H-hey! Stay focused!” you fluster, holding your hands out to him as if he was going to bite you. 

  Naut chuckles. “yeah, you’re right… i can always pinch ya later.” he teases, and before you could protest more, he gestures with his hand. “ok, check your second stage first, and let’s swim slowly…”

  You give the purge button of your second stage a couple of times, before attaching it to your mouth, floating towards your sea-lover. You release the air from your BCD, and Naut takes you by the hand, gently guiding you into the water.

  Everything feels different as soon as you are completely submerged, the sounds around you switching from air to water; your surroundings turning blue in an instant. For a few moments, you can only hear the sound of your breathing, the bubbles burbling around you.

  “you doing ok?” Naut’s voice snaps you out of your momentary awe, sounding practically as clear as he does outside the water. “don’t forget to equalize the pressure in your ears.”

  The sand slopes down, and you tilt your head this way and that, giving Naut the ok signal when you think you’re good.

  He’s dropped his teasing and playing around as he slowly brings you away from the surface; you vaguely feel like someone with a blindfold on while someone else’s pulling you somewhere to show you a surprise. He has to keep looking behind him to make sure he doesn’t run into corals or sharks or whatever.

  Your world completely changes around you- not that you’ve never seen ocean scapes before, but actually being in it to see it for yourself sure is a special experience. You see your first fish, catching your eye as it darts away from below you. The sandy bottom keeps going down, and down, and down….

  … Until eventually, you reach a spot where it stops, turning into a plain of sand.

  Naut sits down- just, sits down on the sand, and it's so weird how he just so casually sits, legs apart below you, underwater. He tugs you a bit, pointing to the sand.

  You descend, knees hitting the sand with a soft ‘pwsh’... your hands inadvertently fall onto Naut’s ribcage.

  You see all four of his eyelights looking down, then lighting up, and you have no idea if he can see you blushing underwater-

  But thankfully, Naut knows to set his priorities straight, and right now it’s making sure your diving goes smoothly and safely.

  “good?”

  For a second, seeing Naut completely at home in this environment, you nod your head without thinking- shaking your head before giving him the ok sign.

  His grin grows and he laughs.

  Damn. Even underwater he still sounds smooth as hell…

  “heheheh… ok, bubbles. let’s get started then, shall we?”

  After about a minute of buoyancy practice, Naut kicked off the sand with his slippers (how did they stay on his feet under- you know what? Maybe you shouldn’t question the physics of underwater monsters so much), letting you follow him in your own pace.

  Not too far from the water’s edge, corals started sprouting out from the sand, and no longer than that, more sea life appeared. A rainbow of fish were milling about, shrimp and crabs skitter over the ‘living rocks’, and a sea turtle lazily swims by.

  Naut easily backpedals towards it, and it circles around him.

  Your eyes are taking in the underwater scene all around you with splendor; if you could smile, you would. It was all just so pretty, and your boyfriend’s over there becoming some sort of disney princess, as a few cleaner fish swim towards his skull. You don’t need to hold in your laughter on account of the regulator in your mouth, but your metaphorical smile gets bigger as you watch the tiny striped fish look around his crack while he’s completely unaware… he looks like he’s about to say something when his eyelights go out, as one of them starts nibbling.

  He flaps his hand like he’s swatting a fly away, and maybe you’re being tortured right now because you just want to let out a raucous laugh, purposefully shoving it in his face.

  “oh, of course, you’re entertained.” Naut lids his sockets a little, feigning annoyance, though the cute little flowers only continue to flow out of his skull.

  You want to gesture a “sorry (not sorry)” at him, but without knowing sign language, the most you could do is open your hands for a hug. He’s been wonderfully non-teasing the whole way down, and you think he deserves some credit, especially showing you… all of this.

  You’re thinking about how thankful you are to have him with you when you see his eyelights dart somewhere else with his grin turning mischievous. He points to the turtle still swimming nearby and asks “hey, what kind of turtle do you think that green sea turtle is?”

  … What.

  You blink at him a couple of times, trying to convey your “what kind of question” emotion you’re feeling right now, knowing he’s smart enough to realize what he just said-

  “hahahah, i’m joking i’m joking, i know it’s Chelonia mydas. c’mon, i’m no loggerhead.”

  w-

  …

  Loggerhead. Loggerhead sea turtle.

  …

  You raise your fist at him, and you hope he could hear your internal screaming at him. Looking at the way his sockets crinkle and his grin practically stretching from non-existent ear to ear, you think he can.

The dive was relaxing and pleasant, with Naut completely in his element, giving you the reassurance that you’ll be alright with him. He brought you to different parts of the reef, highlighting some of the animals similarly as to how he addressed the sea turtle.

  He brought you swimming closer to the seafloor, showing you clownfish in their stinging friend-homes, and with a straight face he said, “keep your friends close,” he put a ‘friendly’ arm around the carnivorous invertebrate, “keep your anemones closer.”

  You swam away from him then, closer to whee the sand starts sloping again. You met a singular jellyfish there, to which Naut poked away from you- it could just fit in your palms. You watch with mild glee as he gently poked it around… you know it’s a living creature… but wow did you want to bounce it and play around with it like a toy. He moved it away from you and sent it bobbing in the direction of the open ocean, and he turned to you to say “are you jelly you didn’t get to play with it?”

  You wanted nothing more than to show him a flat face, if you were brave enough to take the regulator off your mouth. You followed him back towards the reef, swimming through a large school of fish that parted as you did.

  “how you feeling seastar? i’m feeling fin-tastic.”

  He turned around to gesture at the school. “aren’t they like living artwork? so beautiful. i like to consider myself sofishticated, you know.”

  You almost couldn’t focus on the reef around you as you were both delighted and desperately trying to hide it from him, that you’re enjoying a diving buddy/instructor that could talk to you as you dive.

  You swam leisurely ahead of him, looking for more “landmarks” (sea… marks…?) to look at before you run out of gas, when you heard a rush of water behind you.

  You almost let the regulator out of your mouth when you see a huge eel flapping about near you, with Naut holding its tail end and keeping it from coming at you. He reeled it in towards him, holding its head.

  “don’t know what got into this guy. maybe your fins surprised him.”

  He goes silent for a while.

  “but i guess thaaat’s a moray for you.”

  Old jokes!!! He’s too much!!!

  You wished you could’ve said something to him so you weren’t simply being subjected to his continuous puns, but at that point it looked like you might just get that; when you saw that your pressure gauge showed less than 100.

  Naut quickly looked to you when you made a wave at him, giving him a 9-0 signal, trying to convey an “up?” as best you can.

  “oh. oh yeah let’s get you up, bubbles.” He said as he swam towards you.

  It was like- he had a switch for professional diving instructor and ‘regular Naut’. He quietly guided your ascent, slowly and steadily, making a stop below the surface to decompress, before finally swimming all the way to the surface and inflating your BCD.

  “Blah!” you ungracefully spit the regulator out, letting it sink into the water and take the mask off your face. “My teeth always feel weird afterwards…”

  “cus’ you’re clenching it all the time.” he floats towards you, putting an arm around you. “how you feeling, gull friend?”

  You open your mouth, only to stop when you realized what he said- as if on time, a seagull keows above you.

  You give him your best attempt at a seething glare, but you take a breath and smile, putting an arm around him as well. “You know what? That was really nice. I haven’t had this much fun in a while. … or really, I didn’t do that much before I met you. I liked this, Naut. Thanks for taking me out here with you.”

  You watch with satisfaction as Naut’s lazy expression and smug-ass grin fade away, his main sockets becoming wide and a light blush colors his cheekbones.

  Ha, gottem.

  “o-oh. you- yeah. i… you're welcome. anything for you, seastar. i’m glad you liked it.” his eyelights shift away from you.

  “Yeah… though not gonna lie, you really were a sun of a beach down there. Punning when you know I can’t say anything to you- it was like, water you doing!”

  “ha, yeah i know, it was-” Naut paused. And then he turned to you, seeing how smug and proud you looked of yourself.

  You watched how his eyelights dilated in his sockets, sparkling like sun rays dancing in the water.

  “heh… heheheh….” he chortled, “oh… don’t be mad now… it’s not a good idea to get too tide down to your emotions.”

  “Well- high tide or low tide, I’ll be by your side.”

  “better make sure you weren’t pier-pressured into that.”

  “Nah. I’m a girl who just wants some sun with my bonefriend!”

  He was smiling like a downright lovable idiot right now, eyelights shining like the sun.

  “hhhhoooh my god, i want to kiss you.”

  You give him a smirk.

  “Oh! So you’re feeling… naut-y?”

  Your grin weakens a little when Naut stops grinning, and his eyelights shrinking back to their regular sizes, shimmering. For a moment you worry if you said something wrong somehow, but your worry was unfounded- just moments later you watch as cute little hearts start coming out of his skull, with four of his eyelights turning into the same shape.

  “i don’t know why kissing’s naut-y, but it’s in my name-ture to be.”

  You’re smiling just as wide as him, ignoring how far he had to reach to make that pun. He closes his eyes and you let him lean in towards you, meeting him in the middle. He wraps his arms around you and kisses you while you reciprocate happily; bobbing in the waves under the sun.