My ears are constantly ringing

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[thegleampt2fromtheglowpt22001]

I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say

[apisashla]

reblog if attacking fascism is really the hill you want to die on

[alpine-insurrection]

this is literally like one of the most justified and honorable hills you could die on??? lol??

[harostar]

[lilithtransrights]

Quick someone reply with the gif™️

[burnt-to-cynders]

[lilithtransrights]

[fuzzrawmuse]

Yes

[fuzzrawmuse]

Special Delivery: An Encounter Unlike Any Other

Here is the short story I wrote in conjunction with my music instrumental inspired by the raffle prized I received from @KennyNaga on twitter. Naga!Kenny belongs to @ask-nagakenny​ Fuzz belongs to me @fuzzrawmuse​

Okay, where do I begin?...Oh right! Introductions

 My name is Fuzz. I am a wolf-feline hybrid. A musician (well, a guitar noise-generator more so) and troublemaker based in northeast of the grand ol’ US-of-A. 

 I had decided to try to get a cheap holiday flight to the mid-west by mailing myself from the east coast in a wooden crate and packing peanuts. Turns out you get what you pay for. The plane carrying postage was this old cargo unit from a bygone era scooped up for pennies on the on dollar. The vessel was on the brink of falling apart in mid-flight, and it did… the cargo hatch snapped, door popped open and I was falling out of the sky right. Two thoughts popped into my head: 

welp, so much for the free trip to Chicago 

and 

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! 

 The longer in free fall my heart sank further. Had my eyes closed for the whole eternity as I was bracing for impact, until WHOMP! CRACK! BWOSH! THUD! “…wait, I’m still alive?” Despite being rattled around and scratched up, I had survived the crash landing.  Dazed and bemused, I pried open the box and found myself in some tropical jungle area alone only with my trusty guitar and cheap flip phone with a cracked display. “I’m not going to last long out here, especially now that I’ve brought attention myself to any potential predators” little did I know that would be the exact thing that would happen, but by what? 

I left the rubble behind, anxiously to find reception to make a distress call so wouldn’t get eaten alive. After wandering aimless for hours (I’d lost count after the first), I couldn’t for the life of me find signal. Not good. Instead, I found a skyscraper-like tree with an enormous trunk and innumerable array of branches. With my feet nearly about to fall off, I decided I needed to take a breather. Hopelessness was setting in: 

How am I going to get outta here?... 

 Too tired to move my legs and on the verge of nervous breakdown. I sat at the base of the big tree, guitar in my hands, plucking away at the strings just trying to calm my nerves. Struggling to find the right notes just to ease the growing tension, knowing nightfall was fast approaching and that I was in unfamiliar zone. 

I was so engrossed in the music that I didn’t realize that I was sending vibrations through the tree all the way to the top… then suddenly I heard a deep male voice from above me. 

“Well, I didn’t know there would be a concert this evening” 

I jolted up from the based. “W-who said that?!”  I was not alone as I thought… “L-look” I stammered, “I-I-I wasn’t trying to cause a racket, I just made a f-few wrong turns and just-“ 

“Racket? What you were playing sounded pretty good to me” The voice interjected. 

“wait, really?”

Who was this? It sounded like some aristocratic I would’ve run into down in Georgia, but there was a warm, welcoming quality when he spoke that made me feel more at ease. For all I’ve known, this guy could be trying to sell me snake oil out in the jungle. 

“Would love to have up here to hear more your musssic~” 

Weird, that sounded like hissi-

Before I could finish that thought, a long snake tail had descended from the tree and wrapped firmly around my waist.

“w-WOaH!!” barely keep hold of my six-string as I was hoisted up into the tree. The anxiety creeping back in.  Oh, dear Neptune, what have I gotten myself into? …And yet the ascent was not forceful, whatever had abducted me had me secure in its coils and was lifting me steadily without rapid momentum.  I couldn’t tell if this was an elaborate trap from a mastermind predator or a benevolent invitation from an eccentric host. Amid the inner turmoil of uncertainty, the higher I was lifted I was able to see sunset over the whole tropical jungle. For a moment, it was serine and peaceful…

Then I was about to see who or what had plucked me from the jungle floor as I was brought through the foliage up onto the thickest branch. There to greet me was something I couldn’t have imagine being real… 

“Apologies for not properly introducing myself”

One half a broad muscular human with long flowing copper locks, pronounced nose and chin. The other, gigantic serpent. 

 “My name is Kenny” the naga said while gently setting me down onto the tree branch. 

“F-Fuzz” I stammered, in awe and ‘dear in headlight’ terror “my n-name is Fuzz.”

“Well nice to meet you face to face” Kenny said with a friendly smile as he extended his arm out to shake my hand. 

“So what brings you here?” he asked as I shook his hand.

“Oh um, well I…” So I told the naga how I ended up here. He listened with interest as I detailed the series of events, made me feel less anxious the more I talked.             

“Good heavens!” Kenny exclaimed “So that was the loud crash I heard earlier today. That seems like lot of effort for a not-so pleasant trip, hope you aren’t too hurt.” Most of my times in peril, people would assume the worst of me and actively avoid me. I would have to shrug it off and move on. So, it was really weird that to hear genuine concern from a creature that dwarfs me in size, not knowing for certain if would become his next meal. 

            “Yeah,” I sheepishly replied trying to play it off my turbulent journey, “I have been through worse, all in the name of rock n’ roll, haha.” 

As I dryly laughed, I felt the adrenaline wore off, and I was beginning to feel the soreness all over my body. 

“You must be exhausted after such a long day,” Kenny remarked as he saw me rubbing my neck. 

“I mean,-“ I tried to interject but I had to relent  “…yeah, it’s been kinda of stressful day to put it lightly.”

“Perhaps I could help alleviate you stressssss, Fuzz?” He proposed

“H-how?” I asked nervously trying to save face, not knowing what was to happen next.

“Are you some kind of hypnotist?” I asked half-jokingly. I saw a mischievous grin form across Kenny’s expression “Well…” he said “I have somewhat of an expertise when it comes to hypnosis”

I felt the blood drain from my face, I knew it. I was done for. I was going to be put under and swallowed whole. “Well it’s b-been a niiiiice visit,” I said, shakily getting up from the branch “but I really must go.” As I tried to make my escape, I glanced down realizing that I was up a good a hundred feet from the ground. Vertigo nearly made me fall off, so I looked back up to see Kenny still deviously smiling back at me. This I exactly where this naga wanted me for easy picking. I closed my eyes in fear with my back against the tree.

“W-w-wait!” I pleaded, with my eyes shut firmly holding onto my guitar for dear life, “don’t eat me, please! I’m just fur and bones.” 

I was bracing for the strike… nothing happened. There was a pause, then a deep chuckle from Kenny

“Eat you?” he said, “I’m not going to do that, I wouldn’t get to hear your music again.”

“Then what are you going to do with me?” I asked tensely. 

“I just want to help,’ Kenny said tenderly, as he gently took the guitar out of my hands. Now with my arms covering my eyes still unsure of what was going to happen. I felt his hands caress my face, which slightly surprised me but strangely didn’t oppose. Lord what is coming over me?

“You deserve to get some resssssst” he said into my ear, sending shivers up my spine.

 “How s-s-so?” I stuttered.

“Let me look at you” Kenny’s voice drenched in honey “so you can sssee what I have to offer.”

 Cautiously, I lowered my arms and slowly opened my right eye to see Kenny right in front of me, but now his eyes were now blooming rings of blue, yellow, orange, green, blue, yellow, orange, green, blue, yellow… I was caught in his gaze each passing second. Unsure of what was exactly happening, I felt each color washing over my worried mind with a calming warmth and coolness. As the rings grew stronger in my head (blue, yellow, orange, green…) the tension in my neck and shoulders began to wane. I start to feel something at my legs. Something slowly wrapping around my body steadily coiling from up my waist to my chest. Kenny was forming rings of colors in my head and rings of coils of his long tail around my body. 

 “Looks like you’re starting to ssssee,” his voice echoing a deep tranquility into me, “how’s about we get both eyes, if you pleassssse.”

At this point, I slightly dazed smile forming along the edges of my face.  I was a mumbling, repeating back a few odd words, syllables, noises back whilst in my trance-like state. Feeling his coils encapsulate my body             “hngg, mmh,” I replied “Ke-Kenny, it feels so good, so go—” before I could finish, Kenneth’s tail completed wrapping around my collarbone and easing over the last trace of my neck. Giving one last tender squeeze around my whole body, opening my left eye exposing it to the rest of Kenny’s hypnotic gaze, sending my mind into intense bliss. With both eyes reflecting the ever-changing colors of Kenny’s and his scaley tender touch, I had succumbed to his sensual embrace over my whole being. He spoke gently into my ear as my eyes slowly began to shut

 “Ssssee you in the morning…”

 I awoke to a calm morning atop in the jungle, snug in coil cocoon. It was the best sleep I had in a while. 

“Ah, good morning, Fuzz” Kenny said, “did you sleep well?” 

“Mhmm?” I sleepily hummed “you could say that.”

He and I both chuckled, then Kenny offered to fetch some fruit for breakfast before. I happily accepted as I stretched my arms from out of his coils to go and offered to help Kenny.  As we went scrounging, Kenny proposed to drop me off by a jungle expedition he saw just north of here to get me back home

“You know,” I replied “I wouldn’t mind staying for another day. After all, I still owe you a proper concert for the hospitality you gave”

Kenny smiled “That can be arranged~” he said as he gave a warm grin back to me. 

I would’ve stayed longer, but I had to get back to my stomping grounds. I recorded as much of music I remember hearing during that fateful day, it’s still a little blurry in details, but the feelings I had are all there. 

 One day I’ll have to make a return trip to this jungle, minus the crash landing. I’m sure I’d be able to find Kenny again, I know just what to play to get his attention. If he doesn’t mind me as a repeat guest. Somehow, I think that’s exactly what he wants…  

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Here’s the little music instrumental, inspired by the raffle prize I received from @KennyNaga  , Naga!Kenny belongs to GG, Fuzz belongs to me. Thank you and enjoy.

[fuzzrawmuse]

Over a year ago, my scheduled trip to visit family got delayed due to me catching covid. Shortly after, I had won an art raffle for a free piece on twitter by @ask-nagakenny (@KennyNaga). It was bright spot in light of bad news. The work I received from her was better than I could have ever imagined of my sona, Fuzz, hypnotized and in the coils of GG’s OC, Naga Kenny. 

It was hard (and still is) to fully express the gratitude, so I wrote and recorded an instrumental song inspired by art I had won. Which led me to write a short story companion piece detailing my sona’s first “encounter” with Kenny. To celebrate a year after receiving this raffle prize and my 29th B-day, I’ll be publishing my short story and instrumental here for all to read and listen that share the same admiration towards GG’s artwork and her most handsomest naga. Thank you again 💚💚💚

[fuzzrawmuse]

Poor Traits is up on Youtube for anyone to listen to for FREE

[fuzzrawmuse]

Made a public youtube channels so that people can listen to my music without purchasing from bandcamp first (though I do appreciate it when folks do) First video is just a channel trailer. The full “Poor Traits” album will be public on Friday

[fuzzrawmuse]

The full “Poor Traits” album will be public tomorrow around 3pm EST

[fuzzrawmuse]

Made a public youtube channels so that people can listen to my music without purchasing from bandcamp first (though I do appreciate it when folks do) First video is just a channel trailer. The full "Poor Traits" album will be public on Friday

[fuzzrawmuse]

It is Bandcamp Friday today, and to promote my latest release. Here's a collage chart displaying all the prominent influences/inspirations to "Poor Traits: Screaming with the Existential Abstract." Whether you hear them or not, these are the records that ignited a lot of what I composed/how I mixed the album: Converge - When Forever Comes Crashing Today Is The Day - Kiss the Pig Deadguy - Screamin' With The Deadguy Quintet Rorschach - Protestant Dazzling Killmen - Face of Collapse Shellac - At Action Park Hoover - The Lurid Traversal of Route 7 Brainiac - Bonsai Superstar Six Finger Satellite - Law Of Ruins Naked Raygun - Throb Throb Big Black - Songs About Fucking Unsane - Total Destruction Faith No More - Angel Dust Far - Tin Cans With Strings To You Pg.99 - Document #8 On The Might of Princes - Sirens Slint - Spiderland Talk Talk - Laughing Stock Cap'n Jazz - Analphabetapolothology Indian Summer - Giving Birth to Thunder Ween - Quebec Sunny Day Real Estate - Diary Aereogramme - A Story in White Today Is The Day - Sadness Will Prevail Swans - Various Failures Link to album here: https://fuzzandrawmusic.bandcamp.com/album/poor-traits-screaming-with-the-existential-abstract

[fuzzrawmuse]

Poor Traits: Screaming with the Existential Abstract, by FuzzAndRawMusic

8 track album

Without every track on top of each other, here is Poor Traits in it’s entirety available to listen (and purchase) on bandcamp

[fuzzrawmuse]

“Poor Traits: Screaming with the Existential Abstract” is now out on bandcamp. Here’s a preview… of all the songs at once [volume warning: it LOUD]

[fuzzrawmuse]

For real now. Album is now up on bandcamp: https://fuzzandrawmusic.bandcamp.com/album/poor-traits-screaming-with-the-existential-abstract 

[fuzzrawmuse]

"Poor Traits: Screaming with the Existential Abstract" is now out on bandcamp. Here's a preview... of all the songs at once [volume warning: it LOUD]

[fuzzrawmuse]

It's all coming together Mark your calendars for 03/01/2023 That's when my album is releasing on bandcamp.

[fuzzrawmuse]

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What will be the closing track to Poor Traits... I'm surprised I could even write a jazz tune considering how hardwired my brain is to just pure noise and distortion.

[fuzzrawmuse]

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I'm watering down mathcore and no one can stop me

[fuzzrawmuse]

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The full song title is “Built Different (Hot Single Cryptids in Your Area)“ One more song preview take a wild guess on the influence of this track

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Just a lil' sneak preview of what's in store for "Poor Traits" This is the last half of song (the first half is twice as long and it's very repetitious w/o vocals)

[fuzzrawmuse]

writing a mathcore song be like: "if you play 4/4 for more than 2 measures, you're song is too palatable" It's not easy being cheesy, but I am making progress on the "Poor Traits" album. Programming drums intensively is pulling teeth for me especially for this song in particular "Screaming with the Existential Abstract", but I gotta do it so the guitar/bass performances don't feel as disjointed. Maybe I'll post lil' audio snippets. Who knows