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[metalshockfinland]

Former HADES Bassist Premieres DREAMS OF VENUS, First Single Released, Debut Album Out in January 2023

Former HADES Bassist Premieres DREAMS OF VENUS, First Single Released, Debut Album Out in January 2023

Sometime back in 1990s NYC, a power trio from the Lower East Side emerged on the scene, they called themselves DREAMS OF VENUS –Jimmy Schulman (Hades, Vessel Of Light, Cassius King) on bassAddie Flaxx (Massive Internal Complications, Pound Of Flesh) on guitar and vocalsKirke J Blankenship (Ours) on drums On the heels of NJ Thrashers Hades’ break up Jimmy said, “I knew I wanted to start a band…

[asurashinies]

Little ranger Flaxx, very tol for asura standards, he left his field of research after his chronic incapacitating illness started to develop more severe, leaving him gritting his teeth in agony on a bed for days

After a while he started to learn botany as a hobby and learned all the different properties of medicinal herbs that could numb his pain, although with the side effect of dulling his brain

Now he is just a happy little guy that forgets a lot of stuff but his body doesn't ache anymore, so it's something

You can find him roaming Maguuma, watering his little garden and his crops, helping the Itzel and the Nuhoch

[flaxxlegacy-blog]

#flaxx #legacy #Godblessthegodblessed #godfirst #hope #faith #life #hardwork #perseverance #selflove #lord #grace #2k17 #aahyes #nopitylove #handsome ✌😂🙏#22 #november #aquarius #awesomeness

[commander-coppercogg]

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present:

Syrryl Silverset, Deadeye Daredevil

End of Dragons spoilers under the read more as well as some intense stuff I wasn’t sure how to properly tag. So heads up for that.

End of Dragons brings a lot of challenges for Syrryl. Over the past year, he and Bertie spent their down time figuring out their relationship and learning how to communicate better. Syrryl opened up a lot. But after getting stranded in Cantha, he feels torn between the roles of Bertie’s boyfriend and the Commander’s Shadow and Protector. He finds himself falling back into old habits, closing himself off again, becoming the cold focused sniper he thinks he needs to be in order to keep Bertie safe. To make matters worse, his monocle was destroyed in the air ship crash and the Infinity Ball in his eye socket starts to become infected with Dragonvoid magic. More and more of the timelines and probabilities he can see begin to become consumed. By the time the group tracks down Ankka, Syrryl can barely see a way forward anymore. But he refuses to tell Bertie that, refuses to take that hope from him. 

And then he watches Bertie fall at Dragon’s End. And the Void speaks to him. It tells him it’s over. The end has come. No more probabilities, no more tweaking reality in his favor. No more futures. And the Void does not lie. The Infinity Ball shows Syrryl nothing but Void. 

So, in one last act of defiance, Syrryl takes his pistol and shoots the Infinity Ball out of his own head. So much magic and potential has become built up in the device that the sudden unleashing of it all drives the Void back just long enough for Aurene to get Bertie back on his feet. Miraculously, Syrryl manages to not only survive but is able to reach the Heart of the Dragonvoid along with Bertie. At the end of everything, the two still stand side by side.

In the aftermath, Syrryl’s eye is well and truly gone, the remains still giving off the occasional whisp of magic. So he hangs up his rifle and retires from his role as the Commander’s Shadow. He can’t be that and be Bertie’s partner and he chooses to be with Bertie. The two stay in Arborstone, helping restore the cathedral, assisting with the jade tech issues in New Kaineng and going on a number of dates at Canach’s club, their relationship stronger and better than ever. Syrryl also ends up bonding with Kuunavang, as she fulfilled a similar role to Soo Won that he did for Bertie. She begins to teach him to wield a staff, how to fight nonlethally, how to find a more balanced way forward. 

And for the first time in a very long while, Syrryl is content.

[wanderingallianceoftyria]

(MASSIVE) UPDATE POST:

G'day to you! Despite our inactivity on this site, our guild is still active and running, having also grown in numbers since the last update. Once again, I thank all the members who have sticked around and made this possible! So what has happened during our absence? Here are some news to get you up to date :

1. Happy 1st b-day to TWAoT!: And a huge THANK YOU to our wholesome RP community! You're an awesome bunch! ♡

2. Guild hall: The guild hall has now reached LEVEL 43 ! We've also added new RP areas, such as a clinic, a tavern and a performance stage. More areas may appear in the future, based on the needs and wishes of our guild members. Every platoon will also be getting their own little area, which they can decorate according to their wishes (more info on this can be found on our Discord server).

3. Changes in leadership: Both OOC and IC, Favillion and Nymerine have switched their leadership positions. Nym now holds the title of Confidant while Favillion (= IC his asura character, Flaxx) works as the guild's Warden. More information on this can be found on our lore server on Discord.

4. Story development: There has been plenty of story-related development throughout this year. Cultists are still gathering their forces as Lazarus attempts to return back after his previous defeat. A new potential enemy (or a friend?) has made their appearance - another demon, who seems to have a past connection with Lazarus. The Gilded remain active, still plotting TWAoT's demise. To properly catch up with both our main stories as well as side stories, you can read about it on our lore server (guild-arcs section). We also write reports of the events (for members only) on our Discord server, which will give you more detailed information about everything that occurs.

5. Content for new members: Since our guild likes to be as inclusive and considerate with its content as possible, we've created new ways to make it easier for new members to adjust and find their place in our guild. For this purpose, we've come up with "IC-job list" (on Discord) which lists new casual events (aka "jobs") for members to participate in every week. We hope this to make it easier for new members to form connections within the guild and become comfortable with joining more challenging events.

6. Changes in reaching specialized rank: Creating events takes a lot of time and effort. For this reason, we've decided to make some changes when it comes to Apprenticeship and reaching a specialized rank: From now on, members will be able to gain their rank by actively taking part in events and missions. This will allow Leaders and Mentors to focus more on other content while making it faster for Apprentices to reach their ranks.

If you consider joining TWAoT or have any questions about our guild, you can contact us on Tumblr, GW2 and Discord server.

[dancingdeerinshadows]

Flax 💭💭 Zhell 💭💭 Alwrenn 💭

Flaxx Is nice guy to me. He watches over me. I kinda think of him as a dad

Zhell big bear of a guy, But mostly gentle . Gives me mango slices. 

Strong faith in the light , He is a wonderful healer and often listens to people.

[gw2andytriestoart]

So. They were in the waterfall when Rikk decided to help Flaxx out with a new hairstyle... @asurashinies

[capricorn-born]

"Fake love and negative energy is all around you, learn to rise above it." - Ace Flaxx #mansbestfriend

[asurashinies]

I finished the proyect I’ve been working this last week

Summer asura time!!

alt version here

[blogtribenh]

[REVIEW] Viên Flaxx-Bone hỗ trợ bảo vệ xương khớp hiệu quả không?

[REVIEW] Viên Flaxx-Bone hỗ trợ bảo vệ xương khớp hiệu quả không?

Đau nhức xương khớp là những nỗi phiền toái ảnh hưởng nhiều đến chất lượng cuộc sống hằng ngày của con người, nhất là những người ở độ tuổi trung niên trở lên. Thấu hiểu điều đó nhiều sản phẩm hỗ trợ xương khớp đã có mặt trên thị trường để trợ giúp những người đang có nguy cơ về xương khớp có được cuộc sống bình thường. Hôm nay Blog Trị Bệnh sẽ giới thiệu cho các bạn sản phẩm Flaxx-Bonehỗ trợ…

[flaxxlegacy-blog]

Had a beautiful day....... Few days before i hit J'mecca for a visit. Can't contain myself 😂..... #freedom #freesoul #flaxx #lekker #legacy #Godblessthegodblessed #selflove #bw #2k17 #november #aahyes #godfirst #praiseyourself #nopitylove #hashtagforfun😂😂

[commander-coppercogg]

15.? Maybe with Bertie and Syrryl?

15. nothing to see here: hiding an injury? Character A? Never. The growing red stain on their clothing? Just some spilled paint, they promise. Now if you’ll excuse them, they have to go collapse in some quiet corner where no one can see them

Alright! So this isn’t an exact fill of the prompt since everyone knows Bertie is injured though he’s still hiding. BUT I did manage a bit of a two for one special by getting Syrryl in there too. For context this is set immediately after the Departing in Path of Fire. Warning: this included discussion, though not any depiction, of amputation/loss of a limb and some descriptions of pretty heavy scarring. If I need to add any other content warnings please let me know. Just to keep everyone safe and happy. Oh also it’s long as hell. Enjoy!

The hull of the airship hummed quietly around him as it flew towards the main body of Joko’s leaderless army, as Bertie shifted painfully, fruitlessly trying to find a way to curl up that would afford him a small amount of relief. The endeavor was pointless. The medicine the ship’s doctor had given him before….when he’d come on board was wearing off and his entire left side ached, a dull throbbing pain that threatened to blot out the world. He shouldn’t be down here, should be up in the sick bay, resting and recovering as much as he could. But that would mean seeing his friends’ faces as they looked at him, would mean enduring Kasmeer’s repeated, tentative questions about how he was feeling, Canach’s failed attempts to be his usual flippant self, Rytlock’s angry guilt, even Syrryl wouldn’t look him in the eye. Gritting his teeth, Bertie shifted again and almost toppled over as he lost his balance. Right. His center of gravity was different now that…his mind still balked at the concept. He’d died and come back and yet that wasn’t the thing his brain was struggling to comprehend. Though considering everything that had happened so far in his life, dying perhaps wasn’t that strange. At least he’d died protecting Aurene. Well, failing to protect Aurene.

The thought of the little dragon, his charge, his daughter, mostly likely alone and terrified made Bertie’s heart clench and he sat up, taking a deep breathe. Aurene needed him. He could do this. He could process this and find a solution and keep moving forward. He could do this. He’d give up his warhammer and just start using pistols…a pistol again. He took a hold of the loose jacket one of the crew had given him. He could do this. It’d be fine. He pushed the garment off his shoulder and looked at his left side. He could do this.

He couldn’t do this.

His arm was gone.

Factually, he knew this, had been fully conscious and cognizant when they’d told him that nearly all the bones in the limb had been shattered in Balthazar’s attack, beyond all possible repair, even magical. Hell, he himself had told them to cut the damn thing off, three inches above his elbow. There’d been no other option. So there was no reason for his stomach to flip and his head to spin as he looked at the bandaged remains. And yet it did anyway. At least it wasn’t his dominate hand, his reeling brain supplied and for some reason the thought sent him into a fit of hysterical giggles.

The dull pain intensified as Bertie’s body shook and his laughter morphed into muffled sobs as he gave up on comfort and dignity and simply curled up on his good side as best he could. He remained there as eventually the tears and laughter stopped and he began to doze, drifting in and out of consciousness.

An immeasurable amount of time later, the clang of metal on metal roused Bertie from his stupor. Lifting his tired head, he could hear muffled curse words coming from nearby. Assuming it to be one of the sailors, he hunkered back down and tried to ignore it.

“Stupid glitching thing…Bertie? I know you’re down here.”

Bertie sighed at the sound of Syrryl’s voice. He just wanted to be left alone. Left alone to rest and not think about anything for as long as possible. Maybe if he just stayed quiet-

“You better not have passed out somewhere,” Syrryl continued, his voice slightly strained. It sounded like he was attempting to drag something heavy across the storage hold’s floor. “And don’t even think about trying the whole ‘I’ll just stay quiet until he leaves’ trick. I will— glitch, move dammit— find you sooner or later.”

Bertie covered his face with his hand, his one remaining hand his asshole brain reminded him, and groaned. “I haven’t passed out,” he said between gritted teeth.

“Good,” Syrryl responded with another noise of effort. “Because otherwise I would have to drag you to the med bay by your ears. Your overly long ears, you hear me?”

Bertie sighed again and slowly, painfully dragged himself up until he was propped against a wooden crate. He burrowed down in the baggy jacket he wore and watched dully as Syrryl appeared around the corner. He was dragging a toolbox almost as big as he was with a bundle wrapped in cloth carefully balanced on top. Syrryl dropped the end he was holding with a thump and wiped his forehead, fingers deftly adjusting the lenses on his monocle to focus better in the dim light. “I brought you more pain meds by the way. Figured yours will have worn off by now.”

Bertie just kept staring him, eyes unfocused, too exhausted to form a response. Normally, he’d be glad to take the medication, ready to get back on his feet, figure out a plan, move forward, ask Syrryl why he’d lugged a tool box all the way down here but…

“Bertie?“ Syrryl took a step closer crouching down in front of him. He was trying to make his voice gentle and soothing which made just made him sound awkward and uncomfortable. “I know…I know you’re struggling right now and…and…glitch I’m bad at this.”

Bertie curled up tighter, turning away from the smaller asura. Why couldn’t he just leave him alone? He heard Syrryl let out a frustrated sigh and then take in a deep, deep breath as though he were about to go underwater. Then there was a rustle of movement and a strange clicking noise, like a clock being stopped.

“Bertie,” Syrryl said, his voice….odd. “Look at me.”

Bertie shook his head and finally found his voice. “Go away, Syrryl.” He could feel tears starting to clog his throat. He hated crying in front of people.

“No. Look at me.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Dammit Bertie, I’m trying to tell- glitch, show you something important! Look at me!”

Syrryl’s small, strong hands suddenly grasped Bertie’s face and turned it gently but firmly around, so the two of them were almost nose to nose.

For a moment, Bertie almost didn’t recognize the face in front of his, despite having seen it every day for years. Then the pieces clicked together and his mouth dropped open. Syrryl wasn’t wearing his eyepiece.

And underneath, where Bertie had always assumed there was a just another grey eye, was a ruinous swath of scar tissue. The skin was burnt, shiny and raw looking, in almost a perfect circle surrounding Syrryl’s eye socket. Embedded in the socket itself was some manner of arcane device that clearly connected to Syrryl’s monocle, no his eyepatch, apparently affixed to his skull with small bolts. Extensive surgery had clearly been done to repair the structural damage of the injury but even so it was clear that whatever had happened had been catastrophic.

“Oh,” Bertie said. He didn’t flinch or try to pull away from Syrryl’s grip, just looked at him. “Oh….I never…I always thought…”

Syrryl’s fingers tightened momentarily on Bertie’s jaw before carefully releasing him and stepping back. “Everyone does.”

“What…happened?” Bertie asked, uncertain if he was allowed to know. He was allowed to know this, when clearly no one else did he thought feeling a bit unmoored. He could still feel where Syrryl had touched his face.

Syrryl fiddled with the detached eye piece now sitting on top of the toolbox next to the bundle, avoiding Bertie’s gaze again. “Lost my eye in a fight. Flaxx…replaced it with some experimental tech. Now I can see again. In a different, slightly more complicated way then before, but…well I manage just fine.”

Bertie nodded, unable to stop looking at Syrryl’s exposed face. Even know after years, his friend still managed to surprise him. The silence between them stretched, as it often did. A bit more awkwardly than usual perhaps but Bertie found some of the tension in his body finally starting to relax.

“Thank you.” The words startled him as much as they surprised Syrryl.

Syrryl nodded, a slight blush coloring his pale, freckled skin. “Don’t thank me yet. I haven’t even given you your present yet.”

Bertie cocked his head to the side in confusion. “My present?”

Syrryl turned and picked up the bundle resting on the tool box. Laying in on the floor, he carefully began to unwrap it. Groaning, Bertie managed to stand up to get a better look at the emerging object, carefully cradling his bandaged side. The thing was clearly mechanical, with an odd shape, four articulated pistons hung limply on one end with a fifth set perpendicular to them, the other end finished in a cuff as though the whole contraption attached to something and…..

“Syrryl,” Bertie said. “Is that….Tybalt’s…um…”

Syrryl looked slightly sheepish. He seemed to have a harder time keeping his expression deadpan without his eyepiece. “I found it after the Pact retook Claw Island, tucked away in a corner,” he explained, carefully turning the old prosthetic over. “Knowing Tybalt, he probably left it there for me to find.”

“And you kept it with you all this time?” Bertie asked incredulously.

Syrryl shrugged, apparently completely unembarrassed. “I thought it might come in handy. Besides, good engineers don’t just let their machines get scrapped….

“They reinvent and reuse,” Bertie finished their old shared friend’s catchphrase. “I feel like I got scrapped,” he admitted.

“Well,” Syrryl said, reattaching his monocle with a series of faint clicks, “let’s see about reinventing you then.” He opened the tool box and pulled out a wrench that he examined skeptically. “Mechanical engineering isn’t my area of expertise.” He turned and met Bertie’s eyes with his, one hidden, one revealed. “But you tell me what modifications to make and I’ll do the best I can.”

Bertie stared at the old prosthetic, remembering how Tybalt had helped him build his gyros from bits and pieces, odds and ends that had just been lying around. The memory of the old charr’s cheerful determination brought the prickle of tears to his eyes. If Tybalt could scrap himself back together, if Syrryl could come back from whatever had happened to his eye, then he could too. He sniffed and cleared his throat, the outlines of a blueprint starting to form in his mind. “Well first things first, we gotta get the right number of fingers on this thing….”

[toddsrecipes]

Truffles

100g choc

30g butter

60ml milk

Zest of 1 orange

Maybe some flaxx to firm?

Melt butter, mix with milk, keep warm

Melt choc

Mix in warm milk/butter mix

Zest orange into mix

Add flaxx if too runny

[ocalafloridaseo-blog]

Woman dies in Everglades airboat crash day after college graduation

MIAMI - Officials say a 22-year-old woman died in an airboat crash in the Florida Everglades the day after she graduated from the University of Miami.News outlets report that Elizabeth Goldenberg died Saturday after she was tossed overboard during an airboat ride with family members in town to celebrate her graduation.Authorities say her sister, 20-year-old Dana Goldenberg, suffered minor injuries and was treated at a hospital. Their parents, Renee Flaxx-Goldenberg and [...]

[fitnessnutritiontips]

flaxx seeds benefits...

[capricorn-born]

"What's the move bro?" - ace flaxx #minidachshund #1017