and if I said Plain Sailing Weather by Frank Turner was not only a Jack Abbot song, but also a Michael Robinavitch and a Frank Langdon song, what then?
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and if I said Plain Sailing Weather by Frank Turner was not only a Jack Abbot song, but also a Michael Robinavitch and a Frank Langdon song, what then?
adrian oneshot in my brain
It's just so boring to me when Graz'zt is reduced to "sex pest demon" (<- guy who is allowed because she's JOKING) because the approach feels so base and... I dunno, pornographic, for lack of a better term coming to mind. Slaanesh is much closer, on-paper, to my concrete thoughts and ideas about this guy. It's not so much about the sexual (although it is about that, too!) as it is the erotic, or even more generally the sensual. A lot of baser, more bestial, explicitly sex-driven Graz'zt interpretations feel like they kill the erotic for me.
Yes. he's present in the sexual and the filthy and the base and the corrupt. But he's also just as present in the drive that keeps you awake until sunrise finishing a book because it was just that good; he's in the one and only glass of wine you indulge in after a very long, difficult day; he's in the way you could spend the rest of your life refining and perfecting and refining and perfecting a single magnum opus and, as a result, never finish it.
Every little indulgence that slips over the line into something more insidious is where he lives. Way more interesting than Sex Pest Demon.
β Β β WHAT DOES YOUR LOVE TASTE LIKE?
sweet, sticky, they have a earthy, honey like flavor. figs were cleopatra's favorite fruit. she ordered that the snake she intended to end her life with, be brought to her hidden in a basket of figs. an ancient fruit that has always fascinated painters, poets and storytellers. yours too is a love that should belong to books and paintings. your love is steady, the people you love know how deep your feelings are because you always remember them how much you love and desire them, and that you will always be there. maybe not with words, expressing your feelings might not be easy for you. it's your actions and attentions that let them know, because they feel seen and heard. figs are luscious, sensual fruits. you're a passionate lover, you crave warmth and touch. you do not fall in love easily, maybe you used to when you were younger but you have now learned better. because you learned that when you love you give it all, you sacrifice a lot and you cannot do that carelessly. like the female fig wasp that, when entering an unripe fig to pollinate its flowers, loses her antennae and wings. you're a quiet devoted lover. yours is an unwavering deeply rooted love. your love is intense, almost overwhelming like figs are, swollen with hundreds of seeds. there's something quite disturbing when looking at its flesh. but that's what it gives it that crunchy, popping feeling, the same of a love that does not know boredom. but beware. you might be a lot to handle, and some times it might be hard for you to remember that not everyone loves as fiercely as you do. let your intensity be a gift, not a burden.
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cora hargreeves is an artist and a few fans of her art call themselves the explosive headz. always buying tickets to her exhibitions and wearing rain coats waiting for the paint to explode and splatter everywhere. her arts and experience involved with tech where they play voices over the intercom which is criticism and eventually becomes muffled and just static. once everything goes silent, the room becomes a disco or ray of lights and everyone is dancing in paint or simply full body art rolling around.
ooc ; anyways WHAT did i say .. they're soo Lullaby by The C.ure ππ¬