#the deafening

[repuddle]

OSYRON release New Music Video for 'The Deafening' featuring PERCIVAL & Stu Block of INTO ETERNITY

Today, coming directly off the heels of their YYC Award win for Metal Recording Of The Year (Kingsbane Deluxe Edition), Calgarys own OSYRON deliver a serious punch to the gut with their new music video for The Deafening.

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[beif0ngs]

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lmao a moment of silence for Lucci who thought he was hot sh*t in the face of a Sun God 🙏

[galoogamelady]

Since y'all call any Dragonborn character "Dark Urge" now

[prokopetz]

Look, I have no objection to video games inventing hot girl versions of major historical figures in principle, but if your girl!Rasputin isn't tall, gaunt and filthy, I don't even know what we're doing here.

[orangekingfisher]

if you cant feel the bass in your pussy the song isn't good enough

[astronomodome]

sudden weed joke

(transcript under cut)

Transcript:

[Scar (POV), Skizz, and Cub are mining Ore Mountain on stream. They’re talking about places Scar would like- he says he doesn’t like it in places that are too flat.]

Skizz: You know what, you- I think you- I really like Colorado, dude. Lot of-

Scar: Too high.

Skizz: -big, beautiful mountains… too high?

Scar: Yeah, it’s too high.

Cub: Do you mean that in terms of, uh, the mountains? [Scar starts snickering] Or in terms of… a certain… recreational…..

[A pause as Scar laughs]

Scar: No, it’s too high of altitude, I get- I would get worn down pretty quick there.

Cub: Thank you for the clarification there.

Scar: Yeah, sorry, I just [snickers]

[terriblepersongreatseamonster]

YouTube comments that amused me pt. 2

[sable-skies]

about to finish four's last animatic: here are some frames i really like :]

[essektheylyss]

World Wizard Entertainment Final: FUCKING TROUBLE

(And is Vince McSam in the room with us now?)

Well folks, this is it. The final.

We've lost some good wizards along the way. Also some evil ones. Probably some neutral ones as well, I dunno, this wasn't the alignment quiz. We've campaigned, cat-fought, and cried crocodile tears for who was the most wizard, who was the strongest wizard, and sometimes, who just made the funniest argument.

And in this last round, we've had to say goodbye—for now, but not forever—to our champion, our guiding star, our last hope....

A moment of silence... for Veth's Big Naturals.

But do you know what? It's what she and her huge, wizardly knockers (and, maybe, somehow, also Cerrit's roguely big naturals?) would've wanted. Her boy, Caleb Widogast, in the final round, up against the Calamity's dearest heart of hearts, Laerryn Coramar-Seelie.

Pfffft, alright, enough of that heartfelt fuckery.

There's no crying in wizardry, as they say! If you want to see previous polls, rankings, and methodology, please check the tag here. Otherwise, let's get to the trash talk!

(But for real, again, keep it weird and funny, not just... mean. Contrary to popular belief, people can in fact tell the difference. This is for fun.)

Our final round match-up, wizard to wizard:

So come, one and all, and vote for the last wizard remaining! Laerryn, give it your best shot. And Caleb, AVENGE THOSE TOTS!

[kvlen]

[crystalchespin]

to find comfort in the sickness

[p4nishers]

no because loki LOVED to talk and now their silence is fucking deafening. we’re left with mobius and silence and a tangible absence that could almost be someone’s presence if you miss them hard enough, and mobius misses loki like a vital organ. eating the drywall.

oh you wanna get fucked up YOU WANNA GET FUCKED UP

[i-am-become-a-name]

listening to a doctor who audio progression like :)

[puppyeared]

Design notes (+ a little Portal clownery)

[prokopetz]

A guy I game with asked it you can be a hot guy in Fuck the Moon. He told me that the inherent hotness mushrooms isn't universal. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(With reference to this post here.)

Of course. There's no reason you can't describe your drone-body as shaped like a hot guy – though I'm given to understand that, as far as humanoid mushroom people go, short ladies with improbably large breasts are more in fashion these days.

[brewed-pangolin]

Deafening Stillness

cw: depictions of migraines and symptoms

Johnny reads the signs the moment he walks through the front door.

Blackout blinds strung over every window. The television sitting calm and lifeless, and the usual boisterous sounds of your music defeaned by the heavy veil of silence that creeps through the halls of your shared home.

He keeps his footsteps quiet. Measured and methodical as he makes his way down the main corridor. Gently resting his dufflebag down on the floor outside the master bedroom as he meticulously turns the knob on the door.

And as he takes in the sight before him, his heart breaks. Knowing all too well the unbearable pain his love is engaged in.

--

It all started at the store. You were simply reading the baking instructions on the back of a cake box when the initial indications began to take hold.

A soft aura creeping like tendrils into the corners of your periphery. Glowing like a beacon that pulled you into a growing state of anxiety as you mentally prepared for the next symptom to make its debilitating presence known.

Quickly, you placed the cake box back into its alloted slot and moved towards the checkout aisle. The aura abated for the time being as you focused on paying for the few items you had managed to throw in your cart.

You moved with earnest determination as you crossed the chaotic parking lot. The ever growing throb sinking into the back of your head, vibrating down your spine and wrapping around the flesh of your neck as every step reverberated like thundering mallots into the surface of your skull.

Making it to the safety of your vehicle, you fumbled with the keys in your pocket with a growing tremor that echoed into your hands.

Desperate for isolation and quiet, you hastily hit the unlock button. Haphazardly tossing the bags into the passenger side and throwing yourself into the driver's seat.

You moved with increasingly wretched intent to make it home before the devastating effects would ultimately take hold. The aura subsiding, only to be replaced by a wave of nausea that bellowed up from the depths of your abdomen. Culminating in a fowl taste in the back of your throat as your mouth began to water in preparation for an eventual wave of dry heaves.

The notion of Johnny coming home had completely disappeared from your clouded and overwhelmed mind. The sole thought, single need pushing you forward, was to make it home in one piece and shut out the world. To dissolve yourself in copious amounts of medication and bathe in the defeaning stillness of silent darkness.

--

A single ray of light crept through a break in the blinds as Johnny gave his eyes a moment to adjust to the heavy blackness. Illuminating your pitiful figure wrapped underneath a mountain of blankets as he stepped ever so quietly into the bedroom.

The darkness of the room enveloping his form as he closed the door and shut out the world behind him.

Peeling off his war-torn wardrobe down and kicking off his boots until he was dawning nothing but his boxer briefs.

Your eyes twitched beneath your heavy lids as the muffled sounds of his belt buckle fell into your ears. The cold washcloth draped across your forehead soothing the sounds of his approach as the bed dipped to the addition of his bulking weight.

Still in the grips of immense pain and oppressive sensory overload, the thought of having any sensation of touch in this state at first made you pull away from him.

Yet it was the subtle scent of pine and an undertone of a musk that was so uniquely him wafting into your sinuses that had you nudging yourself back into his encompassing form.

His arm draping over the curve of your torso, meandering underneath the layers of weighted blankets and resting his hand in the center of your abdomen.

"I got'ya, bonnie. I'm 'ere." He said softly on a measured and attentive whisper. His breath fanning over the flesh of your neck as the heat of his body radiated against your pained and inert form.

You didn't respond. You didn't have to. He read the signs of your reply in the gentle touch of your fingers as your hand moved down to drape over his.

Drowning in the effects of medicated analgesia. And aiding to welcome the compassion and tenderness he emitted so naturally as he held you close and kept the world at bay until the pain would slowly begin to drift away.

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Apologies if this isn't very good. It's all I could manage. But I didn't want to leave SSS empty. Love you all.

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