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rottedbrainz · 1 year ago

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Ok so originally I was just gonna do this with the four main fellas, but I found myself adding in more character dynamics so...forgive me?

Tibbs belongs to me. Caled, Terri, and Mick belong to @palettepainter. And Gabe belongs to @posies-and-bundles

Bonus characters under the cut!! :D

Some of the quotes were edited to fit the characters or dynamic. Sorry if some of them are out of character.

*Tibbs helping Mick out after they get injured, while the others are watching*

Gerald: How does Mick look?

Gabe: A little better than you, actually.

Gerald, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Mick: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

Tibbs: Whaddya call a fish with no eye?

Gabe, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons

Tibbs:

Tibbs: fsh

Gerald: Dammit, Tibbs!

Tibbs: What?! It wasn’t me!

Gerald: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Mick!

Mick: Not me either.

Gerald: Oh...Then who set the house on fire?

Gabe: *whistles*

Tibbs: There is no future. there is no past. do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet.

Mick:

Gabe:

Gerald:

Everyone Else At Person A’s Surprise Birthday Party:

Mick: All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

Gabe: Okay, help me please!

Gerald: Got two words for you.

Mick: I bet they won't be helpful.

Gerald: Your problem.

Mick: I was right

Gabe, talking to Zoot on the phone: Did you preheat the oven like I told you to?

Baby Zoot: You bet!

Gabe: At what temperature?

Baby Zoot: 535.

Gabe: That's the clock.

Baby Zoot:

Gabe:

Baby Zoot: 536.

Tibbs: You love me, right, Caleb?

Caleb: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

Terri: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Tibbs: You and me!!!

Terri, tearing up: Okay.

Janice: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Tibbs: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Caleb: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.

*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

Lips: *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

Mick: How's the sexiest person here~?

Terri: I don't know, how are they~?

Mick, flustered: I-

Tibbs, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

Terri: I was arrested for being too cool.

Tina: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

Terri: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Mick: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.

Terri: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Gerald: Tina, keep an eye on Floyd today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Tina: Sure, I’d love to see Floyd get punched.

Gerald: Try again.

Tina, sighing: I will stop Floyd from getting punched.

Mick: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Gabe: You were flirting with Terri.

Mick: So what? She's my wife.

Gabe: You asked her if she was single.

Mick:

Gabe: And then you cried when she said she wasn't.

Janice: Dad, I'm sad.

Tibbs: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.

Floyd: Pop, I'm sad.

Mick, nodding: mood.

Terri: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Mick: ... Your what?

Terri: My friends.

Gabe: Are they saying “friends”?

Tibbs: I think they're being sarcastic.

Tina: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Terri! All of your friends are in this room.

Terri: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

#I saw you guys doing this and thought i should hop on the band wagon too #at this point all these characters have grown and became their own little family together #the muppets #muppets #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #muppet mayhem #muppet oc #Gabe #Mick pepper #Terri Pepper #tina teeth #Tibbs #Rose&Tibbs❤#janice muppet #floyd muppets #caleb

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amethystfairy1 · 8 months ago

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Hi there, new anon here bc I don’t use tumblr like, almost ever. apologies for the rambling about how I love ur AU’s that’s incoming. Or if I did this wrong. Idk how to use tumblr.

Ok SO, I’ve been following your AUs on AO3 for the past few months and first of all, love it, I love your continuity with metaphors or specific descriptors that span across works, like Grian’s banded wings, glamor as heat haze on tarmac, scott having hair like spun sugar, just AUGHHHH so good I love. Little details like that make me as a writer and ofc fanfic enjoyed foam at the mouth. It’s so vivid I can picture it in my mind, I love the eclectic feel of the undercity, the mechanical lore things like wagons in Traveling thieves or rail carts and labs in TTSBC! Don’t even get me started on the peice about Doc and Etho in the depths, that one is so so good.

And your phenomenal foreshadowing? Like first read through never guessed that avian at Fremeere’s was skizz, but I went back after your recent upload and wow it totally is! Or how first read of TTSBC I never thought the two directors were the same because I hopped around in the reading order, but now it’s wayyy too similar! And now I get why a past and long dead antagonist would have such a specific and recognizable speech pattern… eerie. I love it. Can’t wait to learn more about that storyline!! I wonder how much Tango knows about Doc’s history with the labs and if he realizes the connection after talking with Zedaph. Zedango my beloved! Or just tango content/lore in general hehe. (Also, I find it humorous that Grian and Tango’s boyfriends have almost the same trauma as their dad, lol) Also, love how close the characters are to being reunited in Traveling Thieves!! They’re so close!

Anywhoo, just stopped by to say that Cub is litterally providing scar/Hot Guy with weapons in Scar’s new episode, only to see that you already saw that ofc. I was litterally kicking my feet and squeaking about it bc it’s just like TTSBC and your AU makes me so genuinely happy to read and has me in a chokehold. But the rocket arrows?? That are Hot Guy brand color coded! And expensive and I can see character!Cub being exasperated about scar’s trigger happy use of the rockets in the same way he doesn’t call the lab the Hot Cave, hehe. Or Scar showing off to Grian that he’s not the only one who can shoot sparkly projectiles!

so yeah, ik you already saw that, but i wanted to share that it’s so perfect for TTSBC or else my brain would not leave me alone lmao

DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR THE RAMBLES

I LOVE RAMBLES!!!!

I'm so glad you love my little tells for the characters! Heat haze on tarmac, hair like spun sugar, stuff like that just feels like it helps make a certain trait pop and so I try to make sure every character has at least one of them! I'm so glad you enjoy the mechanical ascept of the AUs! Both TTSBC and TT have their own little things, moving parts that keep the worlds going!

I love trying to layer in foreshadowing when I can! Skizz appearing, but I purposefully didn't tag him as a character because, thanks to avian culture, he doesn't use his name, and so it's not until we get to see from his POV that we actually get confirmation that's him!

I have no idea what you're talking about with the director, tho, because she's totally dead! She died 24 years ago during the Anarchy! Any odd vocal ticks and specific dislikes for hypothesis is completely coincidental and should be, should be, should be disregarded. 😑

They do, don't they? Whoops. I guess Doc has a lot to relate to when it comes to his future sons-in-law, huh?

CUB IS THE GUY-IN-THE-CHAIR CONFIRMED!!!! AGGGH!

Thank you so much for your rambles I absolutely loved reading them!!!! 💖

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #through the sky blue cracks #traveling thieves au #worldbuilding

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caskit2 · 6 years ago

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Gorillaz Analysis

Caskit’s not ready to throw all their cards on the table but the time has come!!!

Okay then, I had to think long and hard about what I wanted to talk about here with Gorillaz cause DAMN!!

I love gorillaz,

I love the characters

damon is a gift that we just dont deserve

But how did I end up in the fandom pool?

Well for one, I have heard of gorillaz music back in middleschool but at the time I was busy with Invader Zim and Inuyasha as well as jumping into this band wagon as well (Full metal Alchemist)

so by the time I turned to look at Gorillaz was when phase 3 was JUST wrapping up and making way for phase 4. which means I jumped into a fandom that had characters that I knew NOTHING ABOUT. Do you know what that means?

It means I also had no understanding or knowledge of why people shipped “this or that” in the fandom, but I gained some intel on the characters and the growing plot of the story, but other than that, I didnt understand why I was drawn to a particular “ship” in the fandom.

*actual expression made, im not joking*

Once upon a time, caskit discovered 2doc and was not surprised that this was a ship. I have seen similar stuff that has a common theme that i was drawn to at the time. I was more interested in why fans ship them so I dived in head first into the boiling lava and came to a conclusion.,.....

I dont see them as able (capable?) of ever ending up in the way that most 2doc shippers would pick. The two are chaotic on levels of different tiers of “weird and gross” and I dont really have a reason as to why i was drawn to the ship, but It made me want to analyse what exactly a stable relationship is!

I basically walked around in that area of the fandom and didnt really form any “attachment” to it. I never really experienced a “healthy relationship”, lived in childhood and teen years were I went through life avoiding relationships. So I didnt have a good start, but I knew eventually that I would have to explain myself.

I feel bad that I wouldnt be able to give a solid answer to what makes me want to sit down and analyse any scenario that has “present abuse undertones” but I know that in the past and how I grew up with what I was exposed to...That I would come to realize how unhealthy it is just for me.

This post isnt particularly about 2doc itself, but its more about discussing how I handled MY reaction to something that I have seen over and over. In a way, I could see those abusive tones that were present.

Basically Caskit never experienced good healthy relationships and decided that it was a good idea to use gorillaz as a processing strategy....not a good idea in the end cause...OOOHHHHHHH

It confused me more than before!!!

I got friends that tag their stuff, and I dont really get so bothered with peoples own opinions, cause I was more worried about how I would come to understand everything.

When I think about how fans are dividing and putting up a wall to keep “haters outa my yard” it usually has to deal with shipping stuff, and character hating. And I guess I was confused about everyone’s perception of the characters.

Talking about the characters, I dont have a “least favorite to most” cause I have specific connections to them in different ways.

I can find similarities to noodle for the expectations she had in a band at age 10 and growing up (plus we are both gays that dont like to publicly talk about relationships)

I connect with Russel cause I lost a piece of myself after a paranormal encounter and 3 near death experiences and suffer hallucinations. His protective demeanor to little noodle clicked with me. I see him as the Heart and soul, dedicated and warm friendly guy. ( you mean a decent human being right?)

I relate to 2d in a way that I share his enthusiasm, and mad bravery to live with the same guy who ran him over and caused 2 accidents that are permanent.

I relate to murdoc in a weird way... His childhood hits too close to home for me, as a CSA survivor of 2 incidents, pain addict and victim of abuse, draws similarities. But there were things that he has done that match things to my past like the abusive father, and dwelling on the darker aspect of a bittersweet reality. I was expressing physical violence to “show affection” and was never called out for it. I was not just a victim, I was also the abuser and since it was something that murdoc is faced with, is why I hated him. He is (for me) the thing I hate about myself.

When I saw more and more fans hating on murdoc I wondered if people would ever think I was the same as him. Fans didnt like the way he treated 2d and the rest of the band, And I agreed. Fans hated him for lying and causing drama and I agreed.

His ignorance was a comedy slapstick (dressing in a nazi uniform cause he thought it “looked cool” despite russel telling him that its not a good idea) and was seen as the “crazy hooligan that has delusional dreams of fame” and it bothered me that jamie used this to cover up allot of obvious issues that needed to be addressed. and the way that the fandom treated him made me think about how I would be accused of being like him.

(thank goodness I didnt cause a car accident and have to sell my soul to satan for a shot at fame with a kickass band and didnt make uncomfortable sexual jokes or ignore others that tried to help me.)

I can separate what justifies the hate on murdoc when it comes to abuse and causing shit to go down. becuase I did those things in the past, but it didnt take me more than a decade or more to realize that what I did was wrong! I didnt take forever to change for the better. so Im frustrated at him for taking so long to turn around and go “holly fuck im a bastard! I should probably fix that”

Yeah NyOO ShiTT HunnayYY!!

I dont hate him for being an idiot, I hate that he symbolizes all things wrong about me that never got closure!

him admitting to being the cause of 2d’s social anxiety and eye damage as well as the abuse is easier said than done! but the fact that he is letting everything out of the “in-denial basket” is nice for me to see, cause right now Healing and progression in closure to issues of trauma is what is important to me.

The endgame for my perspective on 2d and murdocs relationship is this:

I dont want to ship them

I dont even see it as a thing regardless of character development and both guys working through their own shit themselves.

I am not the best person to explain what a toxic or abusive relationship can be.

Why? becuase I lived through it and I was both the victim and abuser to myself and grew up without a good relationship (and I have a fear of positive affection) so I dont enjoy going through the same pattern as before where i shipped abuse in the past as a “dumb 13 year old weeboo”

I dont view their relationship as romantic, or platonic, or healthy.

I just want the boys to enjoy their own character growth individually.

I would like to eventually see a friendship with them But I’ll be more excited if instead the whole band eventually gain a healthy relationship with everyone.

Year 2018 marks the year I jumped in head first into gorillaz as a blind fruit bat

(I call it the year caskit played with fire) for cosplaying ‘murdoc fuckn wrinkles’ at a convention around the time the fandom was yelling at him and jamming to 2d’s album.

Caskit jumped into the shipping lava all for Behavioral analyzing and hopped over fences to see other fans perspectives of characters they liked and hated just to make sure Caskit could understand the illuminati that is Gorillaz.

I made friends all over the fandom, and thanks to a few people, I gained more confidence to push my art skills and create some kickass art of Gorillaz.

And yeah I yap yap about murdoc ( looks over @russelhusselhobbs im sorry you put up with my bullshit) but remember peeps.

I like hearing about the others and have gotten more into 2d’s character as well as Jumping over the fence to go hang out with russel fans and listen to fangirling from friends and just trying to be a freakn fairy godmother and deliver some good representing art.

And for those who aren’t aware, my past artwork is probably gonna float around so if its signed as Caskit or Caskit19 then its mine and if you see my old 2doc stuff.....,

for the trigger.

But YEAHHHHHH!!! I wanted to throw all this on the table. and I dont know how to feel about that...(I swear my friend jokes with “need some feel good inc for Caskit” ) Kinda contemplating my choice between sticking my head into a hornets nest or jumping into a dark water trench.... the hornets nest sounds less likely to give me a seizure induced panic attack so ill go for that. ( I have a tolerance for inflicted pain so no you cant hurt me by using violence cause I dont have any consideration for myself and my safety)

But yeah now I can get back to drawing fun stuff. (hopefuly caskit wont have to bore you guys with stupid shit ever again! xD)

#murdoc niccals #gorillaz #russel gorillaz #2d gorillaz #noodle gorillaz #past 2doc #Caskit is into friendships and healthy relationships #Frosted respect flakes are delicious

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terraisnotonfire-blog · 6 years ago

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Volfram Prologue

"And so I said, that is not a gelatinous cube, that is my wife!" Everyone else at the table exploded in to uproarious laughter as Deimos finished his joke, except for Saros whom merely chuckled awkwardly. He didn't get the joke, he seldom did on nights like these. It had been another successful day in the life of traveling perfromers, and they were celebrating in Deimos's preferred fashion, getting very drunk. There was a time when things were tough, but these days, the father and son duo did quite well for themselves. Their food was always hot, and heir beds were always warm, that is, except for when Saros didn't choose to sleep outside under the stars instead. He felt a kinship with the night sky. It made him almost feel like he belonged. A feeling he had thought he felt as a child, but not once since.

Saros didn't look like anyone he knew, not even his dad. He had deep indigo skin, so dark you would think it black at first. His skin was mottled by speckles of white, except for his face which had only one large solitary dot on his forehead. But that was by far not the most interesting part of his lean, angular, elflike face, that honor went to his eyes. They were swirls of color and sparkles, like two galaxies far away twistied in the night sky. He often wore bandanas and headcoverings of that sort to hide his hairline, or lack thereof, for instead of where hair should be, where black shoulder length tendrils about a fingers width each. From a distance, one could easily confuse them for dreadlocks, so he wore the bandanas to complete the illusion, as well as decorate the tendrils with metal cuffs and leather bands. He wore multilayered, flashy gold and red robes, adorned with colorful trims, sequins, and tassels, a distracting wardrobe to divert attention from the far more outlandish looking person inside of them.

Deimos could best be described as ruggedly handsome. His long mane of silky dark brown hair seemed to wave in a non existent breeze at all given moments. His golden brown eyes were like two limpid pools of honey. His immaculate smile, and impressive jawline were framed by a light scruff of facial hair. When he chose to wear a shirt, he often wore one with a a deep neckline and billowy sleeves he could roll up to showcase his glistening, tan physique. Chiseled by the gods, and blessed by a higher power were phrases often spoke to describe his body. But actions speak louder than work, and the way women acted around him spoke volumes. They were putty in his agile hands. It was often common to see him surrounded by a flock of women, and tonight was no different.

"You guys were great out there"

"Huh" Saros turned to see a large orc woman sitting next to him. His swirling blue eyes locked with hers

"Oh, uh," she nervously scratched her bald head, her cheeks deepening to a darker shade of green as she looked away. "I was just saying, I saw the two of you perform earlier. It was really good."

"Oh thanks."

"How did you do that thing with the goblet? It was like real magic, but there wasn't any spellbooks or runes or hand signals or chants or nothing."

Saros chuckled nervously "A good magician never reveals his secrets." His secret was that it actually was magic, a magic that seemed to come from within. It was a unique talent he had never seen anyone else possess, and one he strived to keep a secret. And what better way to hide it than in plain sight.

"You know, I just got in to town, and I don't have a place to say. I just checked and all the rooms are full. Any chance you'd want to share a room." She tried her best to remain stoic and only slightly interested in the proposition she had offered, but a mischeivous grin crept on to her lips.

Saros rolled his eyes. It hadn't been the first time that he had been used by women trying to get closer to his dad, and yet he was constantly foolish enough to believe it would be the last, and so each time it was like a fresh wound. He sighed with great exasperation as he grabbed his plate and stood up. "Why don't you just ask him yourself?" He then turned, found an empty table in the corner of the room, and moved to it.

Saros never did well with women. He always felt anxious whenever he spoke at length with one alone. He often ran out of things to talk about, resorting to pleasantries about weather or current affairs. He could feel their stares judging him inferior. Their gaze penetrated through his garish wardrobe and affectations and saw the real him underneath, the freak. Just like tonight. The orc woman had been staring at the freak, and as soon as he engaged, she got embarrased and looked away. It was an occurence he had grown used to.

He found himself much more comfortable talking with men, he could converse with them much more easily. Except for when they talked about women, as they had started to do on this night. That was one topic upon which he had a hard time relating, choosing instead to nod and mumble "Yeah" noncomittally until the topic changed. But tonight he didn't feel like talking to anyone. He had a lot on his mind.

The goblet trick had gone well, really well in fact. So why hadn't Deimos seemed as impressed by it as anyone else. Was his dad upset because someone else was getting all the attention. Was this what the future of their relationship held? Envious stares and lackluster praise? Good for a beginner? Ha. He'd like to see Deimos do anything of the sort.

"Well son, are you staying inside or outside tonight?" The sound of his father's voice from behind caught Saros off guard.

"Umm, outside I think." Saros turned around to see his father and the large orc woman from before looming over him.

"Ah good. I made a new friend and she was going to come back to my room and show me some of her writings." Saros looked over at the woman to see her flexing her right arm, her bicep nearly ripping through her shirt sleeve. Deimos grinned and cocked an eyebrow. "We are going to arm wrestle to see who gets top bunk." The orc woman stopped flexing and her face returned to that familiar shade of dark green.

"Father, please, I do not need to hear about your sleeping arrangements."

"What? You are always talking about how we need to communicate more?"

"You know that this is not what I meant." Saros turned back to his food, and stuffed the last few bites in his mouth

"Ah, I am just giving you a hard time. If you change your mind, you know--"

"The secret knock of course." He mubled through a full mouth. As he stood up from his table. "And if you need me you can find me--

"On the tallest hill outside of town, yes I know. I love you son." Saros brushed past his father as he headed out the door without saying a word Deimos turned to the woman beside him and shrugged. "They grow up so fast."

Saros made his way to the wagon outside. He hopped inside and rummaged around, grabbed his bedroll and a couple of other essentials, and headed off in to the hills to the east. He had seen one on the way in to town that was quite large indeed and knew it would make for an excellent spot for stargazing. And sure enough he was right, he was about a mile from town meaning he was free from all the noises and the lights, and able to just stare at the clear sky and the stars above.

Nights like this were his favorite growing up. Money hadn't always been easy for the pair. There was a time when they had no choice but to sleep outside. When Deimos worked alone he had made enough coin for both, but had struggled trying to provide for two, but he did as well as he could. When they made coin, as they seldom did, it went to food first and shelter last. Deimos always said that he had grown up without either, and he'd choose a hot meal over a warm bed any day.

Saros always enjoyed it when his father talked about his childhood, it helped him relate to him more. Deimos had grown up an orphan on the streets of Carth, in the kingdom of Alfard. Before learning acrobatics and juggling, he stole and pilfered to get by, before that he had lived on refuse. He had passed on those theiving techniques in the early days, and it had been Saros's duty to supplement their income by picking the pockets of the rich.

One day, after performing in Innastorm, Deimos had found himself on the beach, staring up at the stars with his companion for the night. At the time he was doing well enough to feed himself, and he stayed indoors when he felt like it. But tonight, the starry sky had called to him, and after he and his lover had their tryst, they found themselves talking about the meaning of life. He didn't know why but he felt compelled to tell her about how empty his life felt, the constant female attention, the food, the beds, when he was living on the streets, he thought those things would make him happy. But he felt like he had gained all that he wanted, but lost what he needed, and he didn't know what it was.

She had told him that life didn't give you its meaning. You had to give meaning to it. He had nothing he was invested in or cared about other than himself. Until he found something or someone beside himself to care about, his life would continue to be empty and meaningless. He had told her the only thing he cared about was the freedom he felt looking up at the night sky, and it would take a miracle to make him care about anything else. Nine months later he awoke to find a newborn baby with skin light the night sky, and eyes that sparkled like stars. He had called him his Miracle Boy ever since.

On those nights they looked up at the stars together, Saros would lay in wonder as Deimos would tell him stories of all the things he had done in his life. Deimos would always say that the most important thing is freedom. "Be who you want to be and do what you want to do, and let no one stop you. That is what is most important in life. Always remember that Saros. And what's the second most important thing?" he'd always ask. "Family." Saros would always answer.

"That's right."

As he reminisced, he could feel drowsiness begin to overtake him. He took a moment to adjust his bedding and find a comfortable position, he then concentrated for a moment and suddenly a ethereal humanoid shaped figure, only visible to Saros, appeared before him."How can I aide you, Saros?"

"You know the drill. Wake me up in 8 hours. If anyone or anything with ill intent comes within 30 yards, wake me up."

"Of course. Rest well." Saros closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, his ethereal guard standing watch. His dreams were tumultuous, filled with visions of storms and battle and suffering and loss.

"It has been 8 hours Saros. Farewell." Saros awoke to see the ghostly form of his ever vigilant protector evaporate before him. It was a dreary day in early Autumn. Grey mist hung in the air, not a single beam of sunlight could be seen anywhere. Saros was glad he took the chance to stargaze when he did, odds are it would be too overcast to do it tonight.

About a half hour later, Saros found himself back in town at the Broken Shovel Inn, knocking at the door to his father's room. There was no answer. He paused and remembered. He knocked again, this time five times in succesion, a brief hesitation then twice more. Still no answer. Once again, he knocked, this time, slower, harder, and more deliberately, but before he could finish the last two taps, the door opened.

"Knock knock." Deimos stood before him, disheveled, sweaty, and pale. He waved Saros in, "You can enter. The girl from last night is gone." Deimos made his way back to the bed with apparent difficulty

"How did you sleep?" Saros's voice was laced with trepedation. His father had pulled all nighters before, so it wasn't uncommon to see him out of sorts in the morning. Even so, this seemed different

"Not well, and not for any fun reasons either. Whoo, I think you are going to need to let your old man sit down for a bit. I uh, I am not feeling so hot." Deimos faltered for a bit as he tried to reach for the bed in front of him, but before he could make it, his legs gave out beneath him and he crumbled to the floor

"Father." Saros rushed to his side, "Are you alright? Did that orc from last night do this to you?" He grunted as he managed to hoist Deimos up on to the bed.

"No unfortunately, she is not the reason for me being unable to walk. We just talked for a little bit and she left. There was one other thing of note. I do not guess by any chance you came in here last night in disguise and attacked me with a dagger?"

"No of course not, father."

"Good, if so, I would have some various serious complaints about your technique. Whoever it was barely managed to knick my arm. I managed to stab him straight through the hand. And then the bastard must have taken off with my knife. Do you see her anywhere. It was Lola, I do not know what I would do with out her."

"Father, there are more pressing issues than a dagger, here let me take a look at your arm." Saros rolled the billowy sleeve on Deimos's right arm back to reveal, amidst his olive skin, a large patch ofwhat appeared to be marble, with a small scratch at the certain of it. He put his hand to it, it was cold and hard like stone. "This is not good. Father, we must get you to a temple immediately."

"You are probably right. I do not want to ruin my perfect complexion." Deimos laughed, but the nervousness in his voice betrayed his apparent nonchalance. Saros lifted him up to his feet, threw his uninjured arm over his shoulder and escorted him to the door, down the hall, and out of the inn. After asking a few people out on the street, he managed to ascertain the location of the temple of Cinna and began to head towards it. Saros struggled to carry his father, Deimos seemed to be growing weaker by the second and having a harder and harder time supporting himself, even with Saros's help.

By the time they made it to the temple, Deimos could hardly hold himself up at all, and decided to collapse on the ground instead. Immediately, seeing that something was wrong, a number of clerics rushed to his aid. A dwarf woman in more ornate robes approached Saros as several figures huddled around Deimos, chanting and invoking Cinna's name.

"What is wrong with him, my child?"

"It's my father. He was attacked in the night by a man with a dagger. And now his arm is turning to stone."

"Well, given those circumstances, I think poison is most likely. Cockatrice spit most likely. It is excrutiating but easily fixed. The woman crouched down beside Deimos and placed her hands on his arm. She began chanting, and after a moment, her hand began to glow green. Another moment passed, and the chanting and glowing stopped. She removed her hands to reveal that nothing had changed. "This is troubling. Let me try again." She repeated the process and once again the stony patch of skin remained unchanged. One of the other clerics spoke up.

"Ma'am, I don't think its a cockatrice."

"Well then what is it."

"I'm not entirely sure, but I have some conjecture. Take a look at the skin that's already changed. It looks more granite than limestone. Plus, I ran a few detection spells. He's definitely got a toxin in him. But he's also testing positive for a curse, nothing basic either, none of our curse removal spells have worked. I think the curse is bound to the venom and as long as the venom remains, so does the curse, and vice versa. In order to get rid of it--"

"We have to get rid of them simultaneously. But to do that, we're going to need to know what both of them are. Perhaps if we knew who the attacker was we could surmise what he used to attack you. Did you get a good look at him?" The dwarf dabbed the sweat from Deimos's brow as she spoke to him.

"I did not. But I did manage to tear a piece of his clothes. I figure it is importnat, so I held on to it." With great difficulty and strain, Deimos, unclenched his left first to reveal a scrap of black cloth. Saros grabbed it and examined it thoroughly for anything of use, but was ultimately fruitless.

The dwarf spoke up again "If we do not stop the spread of the venom soon, once it reaches his heart, the toxin will spread rapidly throughout his body, turning him in to a statue within moments. The only option we have left is to amputate."

Deimos chuckled, "Who ever heard of a one armed juggler?"

"Father! This is no time for laughing."

"Saros, what have I taught you? There is always time for a laugh. Now run back to the inn, grab my other two daggers, and rush back her as quickly as possible."

"What?"

"GO!" Deimos dropped the levity, and his face grew hard and stern

"Of course father." Saros got up and sprinted back to the Broken Shovel. It took him about five minutes to make it back to the inn, he charged past customers and staff and burst in to the room. His two other daggers, Florence and Selina, were still sitting on the bedside table. He grabbed them and dashed back. When he had left, the venom had already reached his upper arm, it wouldn't be too much longer before it reached his chest and things would be too late. His mind raced over what might happen to his father. He didn't always get along with him, but he knew that Deimos loved him. Or at least he was pretty sure he did. He was his Miracle Boy after all.

Saros arrived to see the clerics still huddled around him. But they no longer appeared to be attempting to cast spells, they appeared to be reciting last rites. He pushed a few aside to see what was happening. The clerics had removed his shirt, he could see that it had spread all the way up his arm and to his chest. The dwarf woman from before spoke up. "I'm sorry, there is nothing more we can do. Within moments, it will reach his heart."

Saros dropped his head as tears began to well in his eyes "I'm too late."

"Nonsense boy, you're just in time. All of you, give me some space." The clerics huddled around Deimos scattered as he struggled to his feet. "Be a good boy and help me up." Saros picked his father up by his still fleshy arm. Deimos was considerably heavier than before and his left arm made a loud scraping noise of stone against stone as he was lifted to his feet. Once he was upright he looked Saros in the eyes as he rested his good hand on his shoulder.

"Saros, my Miracle Boy. Perhaps it is time I stopped calling you that. You are 20 years old, it is time you become a man. It is time you become Saros. Whatever it is that means. Follow your heart, do what it tells you is right, trust it and let it guide you. I just have one small favor to ask you."

"Anything father," Saros managed to force out between choked back tears.

"Get Lola back for me. I will miss her terribly."

"O-of course."

"Now hand me my daggers." Saros wiped the tears from his eyes and handed the blades to his father. "The work of a showman is never done." With screams of agony, he managed to close the grip of his stony hand around one dagger and lift his arm up as if he had just caught the blade, and positioned his other arm as if he was about to throw the other. "Always remember the two most important things in life Saros." Saros watched as the stone spread to the center of his chest and suddenly began to spread through out his entire body. "I love you son." And with that, his father was gone, and only a statue remained.

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REVIEWING THE CHARTS: April 1st 2018

Today’s a big one, guys. “God’s Plan” is no longer number-one. Let’s find out what is.

Top 10

· First, we have “Make Me Feel” by Janelle Monáe debuting at #1... wait, what, no, it isn’t! It’s been released for a couple weeks and never got into the top 40, how can it debut at #1? Why do you have a knife?

· I shall no longer question the decisions of my master. Drake’s “God’s Plan” steps to number #2 after a bad streaming week.

· Next, at number three, crawling up 3739 spaces, we have “My Neck, My Back” by Khiarrgh Me Harties.

· At #4, we have “Painfully Unfunny April Foolz joek” by deadcactuswalking.

· And thats it oops we only have 4 songs on the charts RIP

· Next at #47, we have “Big Lie” by Post-Punk Malone, going down -94 spaces because of a controversy that made people not enjoy Post-Bologna’s music anymore. We’ll find out why on the next episode of YIAY.

· Talking about YIAY, “I Am Yachty” by Lil Yachty debuted at #21 because of a particularly bad sales week. Wait what why would it debut that high if—I WILL NOT QUESTION YOU ANYMORE PUT DOWN THE GUN

· Why are you asking me to repeat this one sentence? It doesn’t even have to do with the charts—OKAY!!1!111!!!

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#69 – “mykey come back” – cal chuchesta

Cal flips a hella cneie sample from an old blue-eyed soul sampe to amekb a fcol ballad that involves some nic erpaing skill dform my nivbbba callllll this is a damn calsisjdhc so calascic that i will cpy-paste theyrirics HAHAHA swpkahs because this is aoril fools hahahahahahahah im funnyi’m actually just a lazy dingus who thinks that whatever this is is any shred of humorous

Also i kinda like myjey come back unrionically that hook is actually dope

[Produced by Cal] [Intro] Hey buddy, I miss ya I'm just making this song cause I gotta say (I was wrong and I just can't live Baby, come back) Please come back, buddy It'll be different this time (Baby, come back) I gotta be friends with you again, man (Baby, come back) [Verse 1] Let me tell y'all a story about my friend named Myke We used to back each other in fights and ride our bikes Sleep overs in the summer, band practice in the fall Our friendship was forever, thought we had it all Until one day when my parents moved I couldn't bare to tell the friend I'd lose I hopped up in the wagon feeling down Sad I didn't know the next time that I'd see Town [Hook] (Baby, come back) Come back, buddy (You can blame it all on me) I take that blame (I was wrong) So wrong (And I just can't live without you) Baby, come back)

[Verse 2] Decades later, you crossed my mind I saw you talking music with your friends online I wanted to connect, I had to reflect Thoughts if you'd collect that I can't forget I needed to talk but had to get your attention If I made a rap tape, it might get a mention It can jog your memory, then you'd reach out to me And I can say "Sorry, I miss you, buddy" [Hook] (Baby, come back) Come back, buddy (You can blame it all on me) I take that blame (I was wrong) So wrong (And I just can't live without you) Baby, come back) [Verse 3] Decided to review it but you ain't even do it You just said mean things, Cal really wants to lose it Your threats don't tempt me, I know they're all empty Air your condition to the world, I know you're just venting Why you being so cold, cause you know Cal is winning I gotta pay a toll? I thought this was a dead end You know that you're average, that's why they call you C You heard my tape is savage, I'm who you want to be Giving me the side eye, I feel that jealousy I thought we could be buddies but you just got salty

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Woaky7 this is just me being incredibly unfunny and lazy you can tell that by now right

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I had some kind of idea to do for an april fools joke but nah, i thought i’d just troll you into believing this is any form of legitimate review---AGH OKAY FOR GODS SAKE I’LL PLAY UP TO THE JOKE LEMME JUST POST THE LYRICS AGAIN

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YEGBAA AHAG IM FUNNY NOW RIGHT YEAH

Pleas ehelp me im hostaged by this freak they call the attempt to be funny/edgy on april fools cos hahaa funny jokessss right

This took way longer than it should have

Mykey come back

Actual rtc tomorrow when i’m not a lazy jerk

See ya!

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djrelentless · 8 years ago

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“The 57th Grammy Awards...Hit Or Miss?”

February 10, 2015 at 7:33pm

The music industry is all a buzz because of last Sunday's Grammys ceremony. From performances that reminded us why we love Annie Lennox to history repeating itself withKanye West storming the stage to disagree with an outcome at the awards…..people are definitely talking. There were a few surprises. Katy Perry really impressed me with her song "By The Grace Of God" and Rihanna was in great voice for her performance of her new single "FourFiveSeconds" with Kanye and Paul McCarthy. And of course everyone was waiting with baited breath to see Madonna's performance of "Living For Love".

I was not surprised by all the trophies handed to Sam Smith. "Stay With Me" was probably the most unescapable song of 2014. It was disappointing to hear that the song has elements of Tom Petty's "I Won't Back Down". But as I have said many times….there are only so many notes and keys. Without even thinking about it there are plenty of songs that are simple rewrites of other songs. A perfect example was when another Blue-Eyed Soul singer, Michael Bolton claimed he had never heard the 1966 version of "Love Is A Wonderful Thing". The court immediately awarded the Isley Brothers 5.4 million dollars (the largest plagiarism case settlement in music history). Sam Smith a been crowned the new face of Soul Music. I'm not sure about that in my opinion. I actually believe Boy George did it better in the 80s, but didn't get the same proclamation because of the dress. With all this talk of appropriation that might upset some folks, I still applaud Sam for being so young and his last acceptance speech where he thanked the guy who broke his heart. He got four Grammys for that break up.

There has been a controversy over Beyonce at the Grammys (and no I am not talking about Kanye's wish that she had gotten "Album Of The Year"). R&B singer. Ledisi had requested to sing Mahalia Jackson's "Take My Hand, Precious Lord" but was denied and Beyonce was asked to do it. Many are saying that Ledisi was robbed of her Grammy moment and are upset that Beyonce accepted the invitation. Ledisi later was quoted as saying she understood why they chose Beyonce, but was very disappointed. The classy thing for Beyonce to do would be to invite Ledisi to perform with her on stage at a big event. I watched her performance and was not impressed. It was a Beyonce performance instead of a down home girl praising the Lord (and I know Ledisi would have brought it). Between Beyonce's see-through choir robe and stiff movements to capture her back lighting, I didn't feel the song like I should have. But Beyonce has bored me in the past with other performances like when she did "Ave Maria".

And speaking of Kanye West's words after the Grammys about Beck winning over Beyonce for "Album Of The Year"……I am afraid that he like Azealia Banks keep sabotaging their image and careers by opening their mouths. Has he not learned from the Taylor Swiftincident at the MTV Awards? Does he not realize that with all the racial tensions in the US right now, that his outbursts are not helping the situation. And Miss Banks needs to be banned from twitter with all her bullshit over being angry that her career has not gone as planned. Stop blaming Iggy Azalea for your shortcomings. Think before you react and you might appear more sane and level headed. As a Club DJ who watched the charts and singles, Beyonce had that award hands down out of the other nominees. But the Grammys are their own community and judge on musical merit. Beck is one of those artists who plays multiple instruments and writes his own songs. Beyonce is an entertainer who travels the world and excites audiences with her stage show but apparently needs four people to write one song. Yes….she is an amazing performer and I would prefer watching her anyway over Beck in concert. He lost me shortly after "Loser" back in the 90s. But a good example was back in 1981 when Christopher Cross' "Sailing" won "Song Of The Year" and "Record Of The Year" for a song that came out in 1979 I couldn't understand. And being a teenager I really couldn't comprehend why this song won anything. I was loving all the Pop dance songs on the radio back then. "Sailing" seemed boring. But after becoming a recording artist myself and working as a DJ in radio, bars and clubs I have learned to listen and appreciate music differently. I actually appreciate the simplicity of "Sailing" now. In a time period when New Wave Pop was coming in and Disco was dying, Christopher Cross sounded like a breath of fresh air.

And as I watch the twittersphere rumble over with the young ones calling acts likeMadonna, ELO, AC/DC and Annie Lennox old and tired, it amazes me to think that there was a time when Madonna and AC/DC would not have even been invited to the Grammys. These are the artists who have paid their dues and paved the way for all the ones who you adore and worship for a month and then move on to the next new thing. Many of her "Little Monsters" probably fell over when Lady GaGa announced that she was recording an an album with Tony Bennett. I understood it perfectly. In the old days, the new artists had to work with the legends in order to be taken seriously. It showed that you learned from the best. That the torch was being past. And even though GaGa has been accused of stealing from the greats like Bette Midler and Grace Jones, I believe she is a really talented artist and without all the gimmicks she can sing. Her voice is unique and distinctive. That's what you need to be a legend. Interesting enough…..Madonna doesn't have that range, but her talent is being an entertainer. I don't think anyone has macked the game like she has. I don't even think that anyone could ever do what she did again. Mainly because that time period has passed. Great voices like Annie Lennox will always rattle our souls. I was looking at her on the red carpet and I thought to myself…."she's cool because she's is her age". And when she hit the stage and went into "I Put A Spell On You" the fire and passion was still there because that's who she is. She has never been any of the gimmicks or costumes she wore in the 80s. I loved it! All of these acts were amazing on the Grammys because they have earned their place there.

I think all the young ones out there would be surprised to learn that the woman who is behind "Chandelier" and the hook for Flo-Rida's "Wild One" is not in her 20s. Besides Beyonce's non-church performance Sia's performance at the Grammys really made me upset. In my opinion….probably the worst performance of the evening. When you are on the Grammys it is the opportunity to show you can sing. Sia, darling….turning your back to the audience and facing a wall of a set while two dancers pranced around like in your music video did not prove you were a great vocalist. Her range is amazing but this hiding your face behind big wigs and production just does not do it for me. At least Katy Perry's performance had a cool effect with the shadow dancers.

Question: When did Country Music start using Hip Hop lingo? Miranda Lambert's performance of "Little Red Wagon" was more of a Rock song and the lyrics included the word "swagger" several times. I actually thought I had slipped back in time and was watching some late 70s special with Tanya Tucker. Back when Tammy Wynette recorded with The KLF I said that one day we would here some Country Rap Music. But I guess we had already heard that when The Charlie Daniels Band did "The Devil Went Down To Georgia".

Pharrell's Goth-like version of "Happy" was interesting. I saw some article discussing the deeper meaning of this performance. It was cool to hear the lyrics spoken in other languages but other than that it was just okay for me. Considering the song is almost two years old and was overplayed and even parodied by Weird "Al" Yankovich, I was kinda over it and the bell-hop outfit was cute but went no where.

Stevie Wonder's quick harmonica solo at the end of Usher's performance shows the genius and artistry of his musical legend. Can't wait to see his upcoming TV special for his album "Songs In The Key Of Life". And I was happy that John Legend and Common closed the ceremony. I looked at it as a nod to the "Black Lives Matters" movement. It seems funny to me that the industry will take stands on some issues and show support for some and then quietly back out on others. I noticed that Iggy Azalea didn't win any awards. I figured she would have been the new female Elvis at the end of the show. But the Grammys backed away from the new "Great White Hope". Why? I think to send a message that the drama surrounding appropriation is something that the Grammys doesn't want any part of. And after the nastiness of the Macklemore win last year in the rap category I think the Grammys decided to not get involved. And even though Eminem won "Best Rap Album", I am sure he got it because he is considered industry. He has earned his place with more than a decade of work. Iggy…..you are a clever girl and have a distinctive voice. That's what legends are made of, but I hope you can stay out of the online crap and just concentrate on your craft. Be The Teena Marie of rap and earn your place. And as Macklemore advised….."remember your place."

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