#almost alive

[deadxxbambi]

[grindhousecellar]

[engage-with-zorp]

GOOD NEWS 

My new album, Almost Alive, is now available for free on Spotify and Apple Music. Take a look, why don’t you.

Also, very important note! This album features a LOT of stereophonic sound design, so the best way to listen is through yer headphones (the bigger, the better). This ain't one for the car. 

So please: sit back, light up a fresh doink, and enjoy this damn thing ok? From me to you.

[sailornilsdraws]

Assorted doodles I haven’t posted we got a tiny angy 23, some Quinn and Dustin doodles i did for a dnd one off, AML classpects and a little doodle of a Pokémon oc i did for a friend!

[ld9-the-draft]

Almost Alive

Hella late for @alexprompts latest prompt, but I keep being told better late than never, so here's a flash fic from the perspective of an executioner's axe.

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The sun gleams off my steel and I know it is my time again. I have been whetted and kept clean for this moment, like all the moments before and still to come. This is my moment. It is our moment.

I regret the time I spend in the shadows, set aside on a wall to watch the people and the End Bringer, but I would not fret even if I had a voice. That time instills patience in me. It gives me an appreciation for these brief moments when I am allowed to feel the air and the pulse. The long hours and days and even weeks when I collect dust in the End Bringer's House of Rest let me savor these moments.

The grip on my haft is a welcome embrace. The End Bringer's hands match my contours perfectly, so accustomed are we to each other. We are an extension of one another, I his arm and he my legs. Together, we share what comes next. Together, we feel it.

On the first swing, I cut only air. He needs to remember my weight, and I need the thrill of expectation.

On the second swing, a fruit, a melon, sliced in two atop the Red Wood. He must test my edge, and I crave the rising tension.

It is always the third swing that is best. I rise, frozen in the twilight for your final heartbeat. Still air. Red sun. You kneeling. Bated breaths.

Then, I fall.

My head quivers in the Red Wood. Tremors up my handle. Trembling ecstacy. I meet you, victim of mine, with razor edge and Bringer's might. I separate mind from heart, soul from body. I know not what follows, save the next swing, and the one after that and after and so on. One last touch for each of you.

Do not hate me, mortals. I do not hate you. I merely crave these intimate moments that bring me as close to like you as I can be, when I tread that line between life and the End, the width of a dying gasp.

But now our time has passed. Now, I return with the Bringer to the House of Rest where I am cleaned and whetted again. I will wait under the dust until our next moment. Until I feel the rush again, when I am almost alive.

[amreisblog]

12. August 2018 Tübingen

 „Almost Alive“ in der Kunsthalle Tübingen: Hyperrealistische Skulptur als Abbild des Menschen – berührend, betörend – eine fantastische Ausstellung bot Nicole Fritz, Direktorin und Kuratorin. Bravo! Mit Hochkarätern von Duane Hanson, Maurizio Cattelan, Gregor Schneider, Paul McCarthy, Ron Mueck, Robert Gober bis zu Youngstern wie Patricia Piccinini, Marie-Eve Levasseur, Sam Jinks …

[dothob]

emotional motion sickness

tübingen, 2018

[sailornilsdraws]

Cuz I gotta homestuck all my ocs. Haydex is Heir of Space