#Weeping Coffin

[metalhead-brainrot]

[Album of the day] Weeping Coffin - F.B.I.

Ravenloft, USA // 2022 // Grime Stone Records

[Genres] blackened skate punk

[Themes] I'm nostalgic about gothic horror strip malls of my youth

[FFO] dungeon synth/black metal, Abysmal Specter, D.R.I. with corpse paint, vampire anything/everything

[Thoughts] I don't have a ton to say about this particular release, just that I fucking love it. Both ds/bm and skate punk give me nostalgia for my mallrat youth, their union is something I wouldn't have considered but feels so right.

Abysmal Specter is the ghoul behind Weeping Coffin and about a dozen other projects, including: Bloody Keep, Curta'n Wall, and ds/bm CLASSIC Old Nick* (vox). He is an incredibly prolific musician and one of the bigger names in the contemporary dungeon synth scene. And for good reason: everything AS puts out is creative dungeon synth music. Whether it's raw black metal, punk, ambient dungeon synth, or ds/bm, Abysmal Specter's music is full of humor.** They're mostly solo projects, but you can always count on AS to throw you something catchy and twice-cooked in aesthetic.

This feels as good a time as any to talk about Grime Stone Records, one of my favorite independent record labels, considering they host all of Abysmal Specter's music.*** GSR does an impeccable job curating all things ds/bm, simply stated.**** I subscribed to the label on Bandcamp about 2.5 years ago, so for $3/month I get all their releases; usually GSR strives for 3 releases/month, so that comes out to about $1/album, which I know will be an excellent indie pick. Consider subscribing to GSR***** and other Bandcamp labels, it's the best way to sustainably support indie music. At the very least, consider "Following" a label on Bandcamp to get notified of their new releases.

If you like any of the music on here, feel free to add to the conversation. I'd love to chat about Abysmal Specter, GSR, or anything else I've mentioned.

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* Did you know that the guitarist for Old Nick, Sentencer, is Abysmal Specter's sister?

** And usually vampires, like all good black metal.

*** In my head AS is the one who operates GSR, but I don't know if I simply made that up as head canon.

**** What follows is an unabridged list of my favorite releases on the label, many of them recent.

Jacc - Cathartic Sorrow and Jacc - Melancholic Bliss; just really solid black metal that dropped on the label recently.

THEE KHAI AEHM - Samhainia! and THEE KHAI AEHM - Parrier; black metal stylings with garage punk and fuzz rock ends. Really interesting, I haven't heard anything like this before.

Piyakdu - Visionnes ov Naeku the'e Plowmanne; might look ridiculous on first blush, but this dungeon synth release is objectively high art. From the Bandcamp page: "The album seeks to view the contemporary Bharari lore under the 14th century Middle-English lens of theological allegory, dream-vision, and pastoral lyricism, all the while presenting a cohesive sonic journey tying these elements of the past and of the present together. The tunes are ripe with summertime nostalgia and visions of a time long forgotten."

Dungeon Crawler - Gotta Go Dungeon Crawling; blackened chiptune, the official 2023 soundtrack to getting really high and turning on your PS2. "Blackned Nintendocore Manifesto" is maybe my favorite mosh track of the year. Only wish it were longer so I didn't have to keep hitting play.

Curta'n Wall - Siege Ubsessed!; yes, I already linked to this album, but what can I say: I'm siege ubsessed (I even bought the shirt). Some silly ds/bm to bring home the wanton destruction of the medieval era. FFO: Renaissance Festivals, Monty Python.

Dein​ó​ssa​û​ros - Tyrannosaurids; some people are going to write off this release, but I think it's high art. Black metal is all about rejecting colonial structures and reverting to primitivism; this album captures the savage spirit of black metal through realistic dinosaur audio. Best served with a psychoactive; my preferred are amanita muscara mushroom chocolates.

Zhmach - Karyta Dzieda Platona; raw black metal with above-average production and avant-garde interests. I really liked Zhmach's first release, and I feel like Karyta Dzieda Platona is a true hidden gem. An truly uninhibited exploration of synth music.

SPECTRAL SPECTRUM - Strange Souls Vol. 1; a candlelit ritual from a dusty tome summoned the catchiest black'n'roll ever found, a genre that is best when it doesn't take itself too seriously. You'll listen to this and write me off as a fucking idiot, but I only grow in power every time you sing the chorus to "Haunted Wood" (it's a black metal multi-level marketing scheme, call it a bmlm).

***** I have no fucking idea where the subscription page went for GSR and it's driving me mad. You could always try contacting them.

[static-and-coffee]

{Somewhere in the static, two anons and a flash of blue appear from a Realm, tired and exhausted. The blue, shapeless figure falls to His knees in exhaustion and relief, no longer feeling like He was going to be anchored down the Deep Sea of Sleep.}

{Once He got his bearings and shook His drowsiness off, He looked around at the unending static, putting His earmuffs back on as becoming aware of the sound of countless Anons completely overwhelmed him.}

Ugh- Hey... Are we out now? I didn't throw you guys, like... Too hard, right?

(@thundersofthegenesis)

*The two give a thumbs up as they both get up and stumble a bit... all they had to do now was find CC aaaaand... looks like CC has collapsed in the middle of this place, and is audibly snoring*

... Looks like he used a boon on accident... probably for a little too long based on how dead asleep it is...

*Biohazard cleanup sighed as he picked up a TV to place on the now visually redacted head of CC.*

[oifaaa]

If DC had balls they’d tell us Alfred’s opinion on Brexit

I dont trust any dc writer to understand Brexit enough or for them to actually give the real answer which we all know that bastard flew back to England just so he could vote leave and it wasn't bc of the bus

[shushmal]

rating: G tags: established relationship, fluff, smooching prompt: Love is being late to work because you can’t ever say goodbye in a reasonable amount of time. @steddielovemonth

Eddie wakes up to a heavy weight flopping gently down on top of him. He comes to with a hum and a stretch that pops down his spine even as Steve wraps himself around Eddie, his face pressed into Eddie's neck.

Steve is already dressed for the day, green vest and jeans, his hair a little crunchy with spray, his deodorant fresh and bright compared to the warm smell of sleep. Eddie has to wiggle a bit to get his arms from under the blanket to wrap around Steve's shoulders in return.

"Mmm, you're a jerk, waking me up so early," he whispers, even as he shifts them until he can hook a leg around Steve's hip, blanket and all.

"It's eleven, lazy bones," Steve whispers back. He lets Eddie move them more, until they're all tangled up again. Steve will have to fix his hair, but Eddie doesn't care. He should have thought of that before waking Eddie up.

Not that Eddie minds—would probably call Family Video as soon as the door closed behind Steve to make sure he wasn't mad at Eddie.

Eddie starts kissing a path from the top of Steve's forehead down to his lips, tasting toothpaste and mouthwash, and wondering if Steve's ever grossed out by Eddie's morning breath.

He must not be, because he returns Eddie's lazy kisses with a happy sigh, holding Eddie a little tighter. It drags on like that, and to Eddie it's timeless, too short and an eternity, bliss in just being able to kiss Steve like this, the smell of Steve in his sheets and his toothbrush in the bathroom, and his millions of hair supplies in a basket under the sink. Wayne's no doubt asleep in the front of the trailer, and Steve would have been as quiet as a mouse getting ready before he snuck back into Eddie's arms to say bye before leaving for work.

Eddie loves this. Says as much into Steve's mouth, swallowing it up when Steve says it back, whispers lost between them and the morning sun.

"Gonna be late for work," Eddie sighs, even though he doesn't move except to run a hand down Steve's back.

"Robin shift," Steve murmurs, moving in to kiss Eddie again, like he can't get enough of him, the same way Eddie can't get enough of Steve.

Laughing, Eddie kisses him more, addicted to the warmth, the wet slide of their lips, the heat of Steve's breath. "Gonna get fired one of these days," he says when Steve has to come up for air. Laughs again, when Steve just dips back in to start it all up again. "Steeeve."

"Don't wanna go," he whines.

"I know," Eddie says. This time, he shoves Steve onto his back to he can press him into the mattress, peppering his cheeks and nose with kisses. It's gotta be going on 11:30 by now, and Steve will be a whole hour late at this rate. "Just for now, baby, and I'll come visit you later."

"Promise?" Steve does this thing that he must have picked up from a girlfriend, where he looks up at Eddie with big eyes and pouts his lips and bats his lashes at him, and it shouldn't work. But it does. Every time.

"Promise," Eddie breathes, smiling, and leans down for another kiss. And another. And another, another. And Steve doesn't get to work until well past noon. When Eddie comes to visit around five, Robin chews him out too.

[blood-mocha-latte]

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[sokkas-first-fangirl]

He grabbed the walkie-talkie from his bedside table, his breathing still irregular. His anxiety was replaced by sheer anger and a confused sort of shock. It felt like the weirdest dream in the world; surely this wasn’t actually happening?

“Hey,” Eddie said into the walkie. “What’s the code for estranged family bullshit deciding to ruin your already shitty day? Over.”

There was a brief pause before Robin said, “I’d call it a Code Fuck That,” as Dustin spoke at the same time; “It’s a Code Blue, over.”

*

Eddie's mother disappeared from his life when he was eight, and his grandparents have never been involved. But now, nearly a year after the events of the Upside Down, his mother has re-appeared.

And she wants to see him.

Eddie, along with his friends and Wayne, aren't happy about that.

(Or: Eddie confronts family trauma and The Party has his back.)

[darckcarnival]

wait an re4 remake knife only? you're nuts, how are you gonna do that?

(( with determination and spite, so much spite. ))

(( There are some sections where you NEED to have ranged, like the water room for example. Or the mendez fight. But the bolt thrower has crafted ammo that uses knives, so it counts. Doesnt do great damage but,... ))

(( and hey I made it onto the island! I'm having a time! ))

[kidfoundonstreets]

funeral outfit would probably be somethjng like this.... i odnt like black and its my own funeral so i can wear whatever 💪💪💪

SO TURUE POEPR

wait omfg youd stand out + youd look like an angel .. i adore sm <33

IT LOOKS SO PRETTY SKIEISZYOSU GIRLBOSS MOEMNT FOR MAKING UR OWN FUNERAL RULES

[haneys]

we all gathered togetger for a rosary prayer around the coffin I've got to touch it and kiss the cross and say goodbye I'm so sad this is how me and Daria reunite she's just two years older than me we used to be like sister

[qvid-pro-qvo]

i watched the old guard today guys

[static-and-coffee]

…… (they made thier way over to CC, being careful not to step on the static. They go to sit down next to CC.. they could use a break from running around anyways..)

Dead?… I’m.. so sorry..

-Informant Anon

y-you don't understand... when an elder god like him dies... it- it causes a butterfly effect... and dooms most timelines where he existed and left... because he ceased to exist... and- so many timelines are hopelessly beyond repair now...

*he looks at the PD au's current timeline, then at the order au's current timeline*

There's very few timelines where they can be saved without interference... but... I don't have the heart to make everyone forget about him... he was... my... dearest friend... ever since we were roommates in college...

[the-cooler-king]

Oh gay he's thinking of me.... something has changed, I can't put my finger on it, but I think he is starting to have that "this hole you put me in... wasn't deep enough.... and I'm climbing out right now.... you're running out of places to hide from me" moment

[cockaiine]

Gojo the womanizer, they called him.

Yeah, ‘he will break your heart’, you were told.

But they don’t see the look in Satoru’s eyes when you tug at his arm when you ask him to stay the night. No one knows how he kisses your forehead every night, restless until he makes sure you’re asleep.

Your friends warned you, they told you he fucks girls for fun. But they never warned you of the intimacy his grip holds, or the softness in which he huffs your name, calling you as if you were the last girl alive. No one warned you you’d find yourself stuck in his arms every morning, kept close like you’re life itself.

You knew Satoru’s a busy man, everyone presumed he’s busy fooling around with someone else. But you know better. You’re the only one who sees him wounded, muttering that he’s fine, it’s just a scratch, but hissing whenever the cotton dips at his skin.

His blue eyes were dangerous, you were told—and they are, in all the ways you weren’t told. They’re sweet, caring, and lost. He’s not sure what he’s doing, he doesn’t know right from wrong, and he thinks of you as an anchor. You used to think his eyes were crystals, bland and rich and hard to reach. But Satoru’s eyes were an ocean, behind them hid a thousand lives in a man who is not thirty yet.

Satoru brings you flowers every Thursday, a different arrangement from last week, and tells you it’s a good day to celebrate having you in his life. Satoru apologizes when you sneeze because you’re allergic to one of these flowers—he spends the next week making it up to you until it’s Thursday again.

You’d been told he’ll dump you over text, but whenever he’s away on a mission he texts you to make sure you know he loves you. To make sure that you love him. He promises you he’s gonna kiss you until you pass out when he’s back, he tells you he can’t sleep without your snores, he swears he’s going to lose his mind if he can’t see you for much longer.

Satoru listens to every word you say, memorizing every note your voice rises and committing it to memory. He remembers every topic you discuss, every movie you talk about, every pet you gushed over, and even every problem you complained about. But his favorite? Oh, the way you moan his name, trying to hold back but it comes out sobbed and pitched and desperate. He loves it so much he hears it even in his dreams, waking up needy and clinging to you.

And oh, people sing of the miracle he is in bed, chanting of how good they hear he is. But he’s clueless; unsure how to please you, afraid he’d get things wrong. It’s so sweet, really, the way he studies your face, waiting for confirmation that yes, he can continue. That he’s making you feel good.

You heard people say they’d never seen him with the same girl twice, but today you celebrate your second anniversary. Your third anniversary. Your fourth anniversary, when he insists you celebrate at home, unlike every year. Where he gets down on one knee in your backyard, asking you with keen eyes to make him the happiest man alive.

‘Oh, but he’s not a family man,’ You’ve been warned, ‘he’s so busy, your family would be a mess!’ But he swears he won’t be happy until he gets a kid with your eyes. Satoru holds your hand every night, reminding you that he wants to have children and watch them grow with you, promising you you’d be a happy family until the very end of your days.

He’s the strongest, you were told. You told him to stay, you told him it’s too dangerous to go. But he promised he’d come back, what could possibly go wrong? He is the strongest, after all, that’s what all the tales of him tell.

But everything else they said was a lie, and this was no exception. You swore you loved Gojo Satoru, but you’ve never hated him more than when you received news of his death, a baby in your stomach, only three months away. Even when you weep over his coffin, begging him to come back, promising him you’d never be mad at him again, promising him you’d never keep him up late again, promising him you’d never stand in his way again, he doesn’t. 

You don’t regret Gojo Satoru, you never could. But you wonder to yourself every night, what would you tell the little one growing in you? That her father was a legend? Would she understand that?

[noirandchocolate]

‘Because she likes people,’ said the witch, striding ahead. 'She cares about 'em. Even the stupid, mean, drooling ones, the mothers with the runny babies and no sense, the feckless and the silly and the fools who treat her like some kind of a servant. Now THAT’S what I call magic–seein’ all that, dealin’ with all that, and still goin’ on. It’s sittin’ up all night with some poor old man who’s leavin’ the world, taking away such pain as you can, comfortin’ their terror, seein’ 'em safely on their way…and then cleanin’ 'em up, layin’ 'em out, making 'em neat for the funeral, and helpin’ the weeping widow strip the bed and wash the sheets–which is, let me tell you, no errand for the fainthearted–and stayin’ up the next night to watch over the coffin before the funeral, and then going home and sitting down for five minutes before some shouting angry man comes bangin’ on your door 'cuz his wife’s havin’ difficulty givin’ birth to their first child and the midwife’s at her wits’ end and then getting up and fetching your bag and going out again…. We all do that, in our own way, and she does it better'n me, if I was to put my hand on my heart. THAT is the root and heart and soul and center of witchcraft, that is. The soul and center!' Mistress Weatherwax smacked her fist into her hand hammering out her words. 'The…soul…and…CENTER!’ Echoes came back from the trees in the sudden silence. Even the grasshoppers by the side of the track had stopped sizzling. 'And Mrs Earwig,’ said Mistress Weatherwax, her voice sinking to a growl, 'Mrs. Earwig tells her girls it’s about cosmic balances and stars and circles and colors and wands and…and toys, nothing but TOYS!' She sniffed. 'Oh, I daresay they’re all very well as decoration, somethin’ nice to look at while you’re workin’, somethin’ for show, but the start and finish, THE START AND FINISH, is helpin’ people when life is on the edge. Even people you don’t like. Stars is easy, people is hard.’ She stopped talking. It was several seconds before birds began to sing again. 'Anyway, that’s what I think,’ she added in the tones of someone who suspects that she might have gone just a bit further than she meant to.

--Terry Pratchett, "A Hat Full of Sky"

[vnachtfalterv]

Weeping Frater Imperator🥀

It is finally done! That was a lot of work but so much fun! Idea and pose are inspired by weeping angel statues that often lie on graves🪽

I have no idea how to paint a glass coffin or reflections in glass, so I hope it looks somewhat real lol

I chose burgundy roses for Sister Imperator because I think that would be a fitting flower for her and it just fits the aesthetic of my painting🌹

I hope you like it! ♥️

While you sleep in earthly delight

Still your soul will suffer this plight

But like a mother would save

Her own child from digging a grave

Ghost - Witch Image

(Every time I see Copia in the after credits scene with his damn sad face, I get another horrible idea😭)

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

He remembered once, in gym, some asshole jock had aimed a volleyball at Gareth’s face on purpose, hitting him right on the mouth. It had hurt like a bitch and Eddie, Grant and Jeff had huddled around him. Jeff had panicked that Gareth might lose a tooth (he didn’t, nothing was even chipped, though his mouth ached all day and he’d bitten his tongue in shock, so there was some blood which made Jeff panic even more), but Eddie…He’d been furious.

Eddie had grabbed that stupid volleyball and thrown it with all his might, hitting the bully’s nose. It was probably the only time Eddie had hit his target. There’d been a loud crack! and shouts, and a gushing of blood from the bully’s nose.

Eddie and the bully had both gotten detention. Eds hadn’t cared; he’d gotten right up in the jock’s face and hissed, “Try that again, asshole; see what happens.”

So, yeah. Eddie was fierce and sharp, and he protected his own.

But Gareth knew how to protect him too. What did Robin and Steve call it? Oh yeah: Platonic with a capital P soulmates.

*

Gareth steps up to look after his best friend, still struggling to process the trauma of the last year. Meanwhile, Wayne lets loose on Julia. Eddie has some questions he wants answers to.