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empress-of-xerxes · 5 years ago

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Homecoming (Pt. 2)

Braggart growled through a vox grille ruined with time and his every expanding form. A patina of discoloration trimmed every nook and curve of the giants warplate, if the armor could even be called such now. Jagged rents marked where bone and hellish crags tore through the war plate and seeped with the infernal energies barely withheld within. Braggart stilted breath caused the chest piece to rise and fall as if it were his very skin now.

"Divinity... and I mean this sincerely... what the fuck are you doing here..." He cursed with a litany of pain laced in the intonation. His words were directed and they slammed against the small woman that stood in his path daring to bar him from reaching his boarding torpedo. The woman sneered and a giddy lilt left her lips as she placed her hands on her hips.

+You are not to leave the ship. So ordered by the King of Snakes.+ Lyttle, the Throne of Courage, giggled at the absurdity of both the title and the request from Adrian. Even she knew that containing the Fiend of Zahr-Tann was impossible despite countless souls attempting such.

"He... is not here... He will not witness..." Braggart shuddered and Lyttle felt the murderous intent press against her like tidal fronts against the shoreline.

+A true assessment. What he doesnt see cant hurt him, right? I applaud you on your logic.+ She bows patronizingly and then quickly presses herself back with invisible force just in time to narrowly dodge the precise blow that would have caved her skull in. Braggart surged forward, adjusting with a brute's instinctive ease and narrowly missing Lyttle by another few inches. The Throne of Courage dashed and dove, deftly outmaneuvering Braggart's monstrous blows as the Beast pressed forward wordlessly.

+What... did I... say?+ Lyttle teased as she moved, finding little time to pause as the beast pressed the assault. Braggart was focused chaos, destruction honed and refined to a murderous, if blunt, fist. Even through the bloodlust, Lyttle could see the small calculations the brute was making to place the Throne where he needed in order to deliver the killing blow. A delicate dance Braggart had honed killing both the swordsman of his former Legion and the lithe weapon-dancers of the Aeldari.

The beast barrelled forward, shoulder first as Lyttle cartwheeled away like some court jester. He collided with a bulkhead, sending corruscating jags of energy spindling out from the impact sight. The metal yawned and groaned almost pained sounding and as Braggart pulled himself free the bulkhead wobbled as if it was a loose sheet of paper in the wind and barely held itself firm in the material plane.

Lyttle was flustered now from the chase, a slight trickle of drool trailing down her chin as she licked her lips. Braggart stood motionless before her, helm lenses glaring at her with seething hatred. Lyttle chortled merrily, extending her left arm and making a pulling motion. The action sent a shrill note through the recycled air as the Throne pulled her mace free from it’s warp prison. The tetsubo like bat was oily black with 4 leering oni-faced grins serving as its head. She gave it a twirl and pointed it at the beast with a sly grin.

+Okay! I see now I cant change your mind. That's fair. So what do you say, dog? Why don't we both go over to that ship now?+

"He isn't... here to soothe me over... with honeyed words..." Braggart hissed. "He isn't here... to keep me from... shattering your soul..."

Lyttle sighed dramatically, +Don't press your luck. I've been entertained so far, but if you continue down this path...+ Her eyes widened then as she felt the pressure of movement from behind her. There was something there, moving in with jaws ready for the bite. But if she turned from Braggart she would definitely be ruined. Hesitation, in the end, cost her and the beast struck from both sides.

Lyttle braced with a maddened grin as her mace met with Braggart's power fist and the force normally reserved for the movement of earthen plates reverberated out from the collision sending a wave of pain blooming out from the epicenter. The Throne had barely had time to react and deeming Braggart the greater threat she endured the coming pain from behind.

She felt a stinging wetness pierce through the first layer of defense that was the reactive force shield of her mind. Then the jarring pain as a dagger slid into the small of her back. It bit deep, pressed into place expertly to connect with the bone of her spine. It was supposed to be a crippling blow and if Lyttle had been anything less she would have been sundered. But she was a Throne of Xerxes and even this far from the planet's influence she had much power to spare.

+F-filth! How dare you...+She growled but was quickly silenced by the violent twisting of the knife against her spine. She felt every inch of it pressured against the bone and scrape with agonizing bliss. Her eyes wavered for a momentary ecstasy and she could only rely on instinct to guide her mace to counter the obvious follow up blow from Braggart. The weapons met once again and Lyttle fell to one knee and twisted around to see her other attacker. Refractive plating blurred her vision with only the faintest outline of the warrior beneath the modified armor. But she knew the raven's soul as intimately as Adrian’s and she felt the eternal agony of a schizophrenic mind and enraptured body. Nia's entire existence was a painful monument of the Third Legion's experiments into stimuli and even the softest brush of a lovers hand could not sooth the Raven from the excruciating agony of a rewired body.

"Pitter-Patter."

Nia muttered a litany of annoyed rhyme as his precise attack had proven to be nothing more than a jarring discomfort for the Throne of Courage. He released his knife as the daeva broke away from the brutal blows of Braggart to swing her mace around in a deftly spun arc. The mace narrowly missed the raven and Nia grimaced as he rolled, the desensitizing pads of his armor pressed against his flesh numbly. Lyttle was gaining composure quickly, reaching behind her and quickly removing Nia's knife to send it skidding across the deck.

Braggart did not relent pressing forward to bullrush Lyttle and beginning to trade blows anew. A wicked backswing was met with the skilled counter of the daeva weapon, bashing aside Braggart's assault only to place the beast in a more opportune position. Braggart hissed steam from the many vents of his armor and his power fist rippled with contained energy as it met the flat ended head of Lyttle's mace. Both of them snarled in unison.

Nia watched on, his element of surprise gone and what should have been the fatal blow nothing more than a distraction. He took a few steps back as the daeva and Adrian's favored clashed in percussive bouts of maddened rage. He was studying the display, both amazed and slightly disgusted by the closeness in skill between the two. One was flesh and blood close to ascendance, and the other was immaterial wearing a stolen form in mimicry to mankind.

Lyttle bared her teeth in feral appreciation for the animosity directed at her. She often took great joy in being hated and it was in these moments that the attention threatened to overwhelm her as she felt herself begin to drool. She wiped her lips in a brief moment of respite before having to raise her mace to bat away Braggarts devastating blows. Her robes rippled around her as she danced with the beast, the dark grey feathers of her folded wings beginning to shudder with annoyance.

"Should have... snuffed that mongrel soul of yours... ages ago..." Braggart hissed through his vox, feigning a series of blows but not feeling the pattern of this bout reaching a climax anytime soon. Many times he had pressed her into opportune strike paths only to be met with her inhuman deftness. The daeva could twist and contort at will and with a swiftness that should have shattered bone and torn muscle. Yet Braggart could feel his ire worming it's way into the daeva. Anger was contagious when directed so finely.

Nia blinked behind his helm. His tuned senses could make out the infernal heartbeats in Braggarts chest, could hear the subtle creak as the armor yearned to give and unleash the barely contained beast within. Nia often wondered what the outcome of such an action would have. Could the Infernus Cage of Sarn be opened? What was the man within even like? He chittered joyfully at this line of thought but remained an impassive watcher of the duel of death.

Lyttle was a lithe dancer that disobeyed the laws of real space to weave her own melodic strut. Braggart's calculated grandeur was all but muffled by the decadence and sublimity of the Throne's movements, always shying just inches away from calamity but teasing the giant on as if daring it to land that fatal blow. Her dress fluttered out as loose feathers trailed in her wake from wings that itched to take flight but were grounded by the confines of a ships walls. She wore a harpys grin and sneered at every jest. Braggart would never hit her.

+Divinity... am I...+ She taunted as she leaned away from a concussive fist, tapping out with her feet to kick away from her tormentor. +To even fathom touching this body of mine... you must break away those suffocating shackles.+ She chittered and spun, drifting through the air as if gravity was non-existent. Braggart followed on, snarling and barking pained intonements of savagery.

#long drabble #homecoming #oc #drabble #warhammer 40k #writing #saving this here!#more to come #xerxian lore

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talkingtotheapples · 6 years ago

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Hey remember when I said I’d do a lyric analysis of northern downpour, and then didn’t do that for like 6 months? yeah here we go:

the opening line of Northern Downpour: “if all our life is but dream” really sets the tone for the song, its half quoting a children’s song; establishing the almost nursery rhyme aesthetic the has going on for large parts. The changes Ryan makes to the line also reveal important thematic elements in the song--“life is but a dream” is changed from a definitive and general statement; its no longer commenting about general reality but rather questioning all his established feelings about their relationship. He is turning to the other person and saying “is any of this real? is this all a fantasy ive built up in my head?” it feels almost as if he is Begging them to contradict him, to tell him what they have is good and Real and not just “broken glass”, that for a second looked like “diamonds”, and although theres a desperate uncertainty to how hes wording these thoughts “/if/ all our life is but a dream” “/do appear/ to be, just like broken glass /to me/“ you get a sense its less that he’s unsure and more that he has this realization and he is /Praying/ he is wrong.

The second verse seems to be the other person’s reply, but instead of addressing his thoughts and questions they turns to what seem like general criticisms of him “i cant believe that genius only comes across in storms of fable foreign tongues”, this line seems to be a dig at how he expresses himself: unorganized, wild, and hard to understand, while they insist thats this cant be the only way, they offer him this rather than, as noted before, addressing his fear that they’re relationship is nothing more than a fantasy or a dream.

The chorus seems to shift away slightly from the conversation the first to verses are detailing, the tone also switches back to the nursery rhyme that was present in the first line of the song. It’s directed to a personified version of the moon, a common theme in english nursery rhymes, it’s also reminiscent of ‘rain, rain go away’ although reversed in meaning. Overall the line is almost a prayer, begging the moon to say in the in the hope that that would freeze this moment forever, this hope adds a sense of anxiety to the whole song as if whatever happiness is held in this moment is fragile and will inevitably end with the day break. Using a child like tone gives the line an innocent edge, innocent as in ignorant rather, he’s asking for an impossible thing, wording it like a nursery rhyme or children’s song acknowledges this, asking for this night/this moment/ maybe even this entire relationship to last is as fruitless as child singing to that rain in the hope that it will bring fair weather

“Sugarcane in the easy morning/weathervanes my one and lonely”; speaks of Contrast; the first line feels to me to be about happiness and contentment: sugarcane is sweet and wonderful but also simple and natural, he also used the word ‘easy’ which i think compounds that, its a situation that is happy and beautiful but also effortless then you add the setting of the morning time which brings with it a sense of domesticality, and so the line paints a picture of a relationship or situation that is blissful and warm but natural and content also(much like a home)This is immediately contrasted with the next line; ‘weathervanes my one and lonely’ : weathervanes are an image that instantly conjure(for me anyway) ideas of isolation, they are distant from everything, they’re an object you own but have no physical contact with, this is then emphasized by the weathervane being described as lonely, Ryan, by using a possessive phrase aligns himself with the weathervane, creating the suggestion they are the same(he is also isolated and alone). Further more the choice of a weathervane suggests location as well, theyre an object rarely if ever found in the city, an object that is completely connected to farm life, as this is a song written by someone who lives in a city but travels long, long distances through the country seeing things like weathervanes would be a visual reminder that he’s a far from home as it well as being an object that is ‘lonely’ in its own right, bringing us back to the ‘one and lonely’ part, they’re joined together by their equal loneliness.

we shift back to the conversation here with a description of the of the other person talking: “through playful lips made of yarn”, Ryan has been using body imagery through out the song, and theres often been a subtle personification of the body parts, which is very true in this case. Instead of the speaker being simply described as talking the words move through their ‘playful lips’, which gives the words an edge of agency in their own right. But in this case he hasn’t just personified the lips, he’s also given them a sense of the artificial, by describing them as being made of ‘yarn’, not only is it a artificial material, it also has a strikingly different texture to lips(the line wouldnt have the same effect had he used plastic instead) the description gains a very haptic feel to it, but also alien and strange, potentially indicating his feelings towards the other person at this point.

The emotion of the verse starts shifts back to the more distraught feeling at the start of the song, the “Capricorn” is described as “fragile” and the words the came from the “playful lips” now “unravel”. As if the as the conversation progresses the other person gets more and more upset, and their speech more jumbled.

There isn’t a clear indication who or what ‘that fragile capricorn’ is, the natural inclination is that it’s the other person(presumably they are a capricorn) but its place in the verse seems to suggest otherwise— it seem to be the cause for the mood change, “/That/ fragile Capricorn /unraveled/ words like moths upon old scarves”, like it is the cause for the unraveling, I want to argue that its an outside force or situation, potentially the conversation they are currently having; tentative and hanging over their heads.

this is immediately followed by, what ryan described as the central line of p.o.: “I know the world’s a broken bone but melt your headaches call it home”, in the context of this song potentially being about a troubled relationship it could be taken to be about that specifically, a plea either to the other person or himself to keep working on the problems in their relationship, but I think its almost meant to be taken in general sense,(potentially as well) its not enough to just acknowledge the ways in which your life, or the wide world is hard and harmful and then to wallow it that pain, rather you have to then be proactive in that situation and Make It Better(which is a bit of a theme in jon’s solo music but i Digress).

the song then moves back into a repetition of the ‘sugarcane’ line, eventually interlaced with ‘hey moon’, finally the song ends on two new lines: “You are at the top of my lungs/Drawn to the ones who never yawn” and return to the body imagery that has ran through the song, “you are at the top of my lungs” has implication of someone ‘taking your breathe away’(tho its infinitely better worded that i actually feel guilty describing it as such but i dont know how else to put it). yawning is a sign of tiredness or boredom so the opposite of that invokes connotations of focus or intensity, tho i got to say im unclear as to whether that line refers to Him being “drawn to the ones who never yawn” or the other person, I default on it being the other person because of the wording but it makes more sense to me if it refers to ryan idk

basically northern downpour is a song that sits tentatively strung between the knowledge that maybe this relationship isnt the healthiest and being So in love with the other person that you almost dont care but mainly desperately want to be proved wrong, desperately begging the moon to stay in the sky so this Good moment doesnt end and you wont have to face reality by the harsh light of day

Some Notes

•this might be a a bit of a hot take idk it isnt really what i thought about the song until i thought intensly about each line for hours but once i landed on it the more i became convinced that was what the song was talking about, its still just my interpretation tho, how ever you interpretated it is just as valid u know, and if you wanna send me your thoughts about northern downpour(or any song off pretty odd lmao) please feel free! i obviously have Thoughts lmaoo

•kinda wanna write an entire piece about how northern downpour, dangrous blues and lie to the truth are basically a trilogy, kinda wanna cry

•i had to physically stop myself from writing an entire paragraph about how ‘i know the worlds a broken bone but melt your headaches call it home’ is a progression from the central ideas of fever and im real emotional about it but i managed to control myself cos it didnt really fit

#also feel free to to send me a message if there are typos in this i tried hard to edit it but i wouldnt be suprized if i missed some #ryan ross #pretty. odd.#panic! at the disco #patd #txt #long post #sorry i donno how to do readmores on mobile and the desktop version really didnt want me to post this 😫

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falconsandfishes · 6 years ago

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platonic relationship

i have a bone to pick with plato. see the socratic method is basically the scene in montynpython in which a woman is weighed against a peice of wood to determine if she is a witch. and this is pretty much also the measurement system women use for me judge a cardio junkie by his ability to withstand smoke fumes. ive been up all night listening to eminem because i wish that i had the mysogny that he had because logically i should be mad at these females who lie to me but apparently developmentally theyre limited.

so pretty much i just want my neck not to hurt and my side and platonic love isn really the kind which could support my lumbar spine but if you think im angry you are right and maybe if i rhyme my brain will work this time and ill finally be able to explain was never targeted at my objects of affections at all i like to walk around the mall see a cutie with a skirt on and she sees me looking at her tells her grandmother to leave her there because this place looks fun as she smiles at me there comes abu my friend who judges me and judges you and as i stare at her i can tell she wants me too probably more emotionally mature than my mom and a virgin with her skirt on and its workun but i have the confidence of a plastic bag floating in the wind shes cheesing while i hide behind her even though shes 4 11 and im 6 4 and because he was there i didnt pass because i dont cross paths but even thinking about having a girlfriend makes him mad. if shes too young for me i would have figured that out but it doesnt help that no matter how young or how old even the weather lady im told shes not right for me so will you make up your mind please can someone define maturity because apparently there is a reverse correlation between it and age and socrates was no sage im not really impressed that he drank poison similarly i smoke weed which takes me back to age three and birthday parties then i think about how much my life failed but only because everyone always stood in front of me. so snitch on me when i talk to you when youre in front of me at your desk and say your story about butterflies is the best begging middle and end. meawhile i havent even gotten to the first page of my legend of the sword it had a much more compliated plot which was cut off. then tell me i didnt count to tenthousand while you were listening to the teacher say the is spelled t h e and put me in a remedial reading class with a bunch of girls and address us as the girls so we can read books about a mouse who lives with his family in a house but if girls and boys are the same how can you explain i was the only one in that group to be bumped up to the advanced on by 2nd grade. i guess reading the encylopedia of animals wasnt a wase memorized their latin names bufo sativa phylobates. so by third grade i was getting so good at math that they took me out of class and had me testing material meant for 5th graders and it was really lame how can i explain all the flaws in the system to all the other people who were also ruined by it.

finally one girl who was definitely old enough for me waved at me when i looked at her and i got a boner and walked over to the ladies at the tea shop who looked at me with a disgusted look on their faces then some gangster looking dude older than i am replaces me with his hand on her shoulder.

before i was 18 i could beat up my dad and ever since then i knew not many people in my generation had much of a chance against me but i looked so thin they were not understanding. high iq causing depression have anothe smoke session even though you have athsma everyone remember to complain that i prefer to get high off one big hit i stayed in high school till i graduated but i left.

unfortunately with brain damage i could still make straight as which made me think i was ok gpa jumping above 3.68 when i only show up an agerage of 3 days.

practice your sky hook do your pushups get embaressed when an asian princess sees you do them 20 hanlaps perfect form and im not even a jock wow id better stop. next thing the girl i like is sitting on my lap in class telling me she likes me back shes sitting on my desk shes rubbing my face my life isnt gay justnsaynsomehing and youll get laid.

nah ill let some kid with adhd steal her seat and ill help him with math instead because i didnt tell her this but im alread braindead. my soul probably died with my pet lizard or my kitten perhaps it was internet addiction.

what makes you think youll be make it as a porn star? you know im hot. well maybe i just didnt want you to act like a slut. i still remember the blonde who waves at me and smiled my freshman year it was clear that the world was my oyster the only problem was i couldn make my own choices.

i wanted to be an actor but i was so good at acting nobody got it. was so good at debating everyone liked to argue. was so succinct couldnt get the last word. so fast nobody would pass me the ball so dominant in wrestling i had to pretend i couldnt win just to have a friend.

pretty much i feel like the last cro magonon stuck on an island without charlotte saisselin bounce baby bounce three story house you look so cute in a blouse. hey look theres charlottes stalker i think il wave my arms around.

bounce baby is a reference to eigth grade i was watching a 100 meter race and then some black guy said that she never raced again. weed turned her from a goth into a wigger and after that i figured id become one too but it wasnt till 2009 i started to dress like you. what happened was i got some clothes from olympia sports to wear as warmups on the basketball court and to work as a salesman i shaved my head smiled knowing i was dead but still i couldnt even say i wanted to kiss girl without that not being cool enough for my nephew and her bowl broke too

it fell from her car on the pavement and she said that he didnt even get to hit it.

so now im living in my dads room on the floor and finally my back isnt sore i have a well paying job im away from mom i have iron lungs and dad still doesnt approve because now i play too much basketball.

hi im interested in going to california. i meant connecticut but califonia will do since its warm there. sure steve come on out west but read the fine print your 20s are dead.

prove you wrong shame on me. dont prove you wrong brag proudly. stay out west and let your dad die. watch him act like an asshole at home back east one more time. your reward for having surived on the street for years as a middle clas kid

your friend says he thought you were dead. by the way he has this girlfriend in connectiut. oh you were the one who set him up with her? theres a whole website or three centered around her?

better get you to spend your money on heroin and make you seem like a jerk in front of my dad. my excuse is im skitzophrenic.

all because my dad shamed me for growing up even crazier than him. thats why i called up my friend and asked him to date my girlfriend.

there must have been something in those amphetamines which made me keep stopping at her house. i found them up on the shelf years after i tried to spill them out.

it was the first time an adult had ever called me immature. he also said my handwriting was bad and i needed a cure. talking to him i began to get red where even to begin? i have a lot of prblems at home and this isnt fair. see my dad camps in the yard and gets drunk watches us through windows andmy sister punches me in the head. mom pretty much works till shes in bed.

every day she watches the same soap opera and oprah which i record for her on tape. my sisters friends call me gay so i go over and play with the kids from the other neighorhood all day.

one of them listens to a lot of eminem. his favorite song is if you dont like it you can suck my dick. hes in reform school and proud to be off his meds. when i talk about biking down a steep hill and blending into traffic he thinks i meannliterall blend in.

two gay twin brothers end of the road honor roll kids. play baseball and have alcoholic parents. hey ill tell the girl steve likes he likes her then she will never talk to him again. accept his chalenge to a fight and he will bang my head into a tree which is the same thing i did to another kid who tried to jump me but got sperated from his friends.

refuse to dance with the only girl in middle school who has hips. make fun of the girls intelligence who sits next to you in math and has giant tits. refuse to eat candy off the first girls tounge then your science teacher who pushed pills on you flips on the tv its 911

stare at a girl all day and say you dont like her. girls think youre gay if you have a boner. telll me a calculator doesnt mattrer for a test but i do worse without one. make a flag pencil it isnt cool enough for the other kids.

sit with the retarded kids timmy and jimmy. watch nick all night fresh prince and bill cosby.

your sister wont stop torturing you so hold her at knife point. buy knives at school try to resell them and for the first time ever the kids you sold them to ge caught witth knives.

stay in the program with three teachers who gave up on you. one leaves to become a dean suddenly your grades go up. kids are jealous because you dont do homework. girls smile at you knowing that your test scores are high despite that.

throw shotput as far as a high school kid without any exercise or practice. run around the track dozens of times in pants you still arent good enough yet.

go to an alternative program reluctantly in high school its sort of like jail. everyone smells like cigarettes the air is stale. this isnt good for you but we will make you think if you leave you will fail.

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