#OH MY GOD AND THE SONG LYRICS…
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You could be something great, but something great is nothing new.
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I had to redraw Vallaki’s angriest boy again! His hair is longer and he still uses mage hand for everything to prove that he can do magic.
#just an emo and his floating candles#As my art style shifted I wanted to draw him again from two angles#We needed the new portrait and I was fiendin#Oh you silly wizard. Oh you fireball-happy boy. Live forever. (Not like that)#I’ll post an alternate portrait with the skelekitty soon#I drew these within a month of each other I’m sorry#god’s favorite cat lady#Curse of Strahd#victor vallakovich#vallaki#Dnd#dungeons and dragons#dnd 5e#dungeons and dragons character#dnd character#dnd art#dnd npc#I had to grit my teeth and not use an mcr lyric#the sacrifices i make.#the song is Caution Repetitive by Princess Chelsea#my art
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Malevolent gods
Are better than none
#panic in her song lyrics era???#maybe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#overall i think crisis actors is a pretty great song but GOD do these specific lyrics live in my head rent-free.#the idea that it's more comforting to believe the world is controlled by known malicious forces than to accept bad things just happen.#and that they're out of anyone's control.#something super relevant to today's political climate and it's expressed really well in this song.#um anyways#kirby series#void termina#hyness#dark matter kirby#francisca kirby#flamberge#zan partizanne#oh also yeah this is a real drawing version of that doodle i posted yesterday. lol#panic's favorites
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He talks like a gentleman, like you imagined when you were young
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3#wyllstarion#astarion#bloodblade#wyll ravengard#astarion ancunin#my art#my god this piece fought me until the bitter end#I could open a candy store with the amount of fudging I did on the lighting#whatever it’s worth it I’m incapable of being normal about them literally ever#go through my bg3 tag you will see. it’s half me trying to spread wyllstarion propoganda#oh also the gratuitous song lyrics in the desc are from when you were young by the killers. wyllstarion song forever to me
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Holy mother of Chilchuck and Marcille and marchil-
I don't wanna think about my father dyin' I don't wanna hear my mother cryin' I don't wanna look into the mirror tryin' not to lose my shit Flowin' like lava down the side of a mountain Man in the jungle lookin' for a fountain of youth But he knows that fountain won't appear... fear If it all ends tomorrow I had a blast It looked so beautiful And it hurt so bad What a real good time What a heartfelt world What a fucked up place Searchin' for knowledge Walkin' through fire Man in a garden filled with desire I know my name ain't written in your book... look If it all ends tomorrow I had a blast It looked so beautiful And it hurt so bad What a real good time What a heartfelt world What a fucked up place What a real good time What a heartfelt world What a fucked up place
It’s literally got everything it’s just marchil at the end my god. Death, fear of death & aging, resignation, cheery "whatever, as long as I had a good time!", looking at the world both with romantic glasses and harsh realistic cynicism.……….. The way the first verse can apply to both of them… I am deceased
#Spotify was playing random songs i heard that first lyric and immediately I was honed in#It’s got IT ALL LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING ME#Shoots straight up to my top marchil songs my god my fucking god oh my god#Marchil#chilchuck tims#marcille donato#music sharing#3rd verse gives dunlord marci oughhh insane how some verses are clearly chil and others marcille. AND IT’S A DUET#HE SINGS IT AND SHE CHIMES IN HERE AND THERE BC HER ARC IS DONE AND SHE’S RESIGNED#I’ll get out my marci n chil arc analysis by god. I need to draw marchil dancing asap my god#When I say marchil cracked the meaning of life 2 me this is what I mean btw. Wdym live in the moment and let in love and balance in outlook#First but assuredly not last time i shove that warg panel in everyone’s faces#Spoilers#dungeon meshi manga spoilers#Mini web weaving#it wasn’t meant to be but i kept adding pics#Hey what if you taught me about hope again and I taught you to not escape into fantasies…#What if you were too glass half-full and i was too glass half-empty… And together we could make a full glass……….#Dungeon meshi
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Hiiiii guess who finished her pmv. finally. um enjoy :3
#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#valyrianscrolls#cersei lannister#and a bunch of others I don't feel like tagging them#wrote some of them in the desc if you scroll past my ramblings. the others I hope you can tell by context clues i believe in u#my art#pmv#it's finally joever oh my god#i dont want to look at it ever again. this is my child and I'm abandoning it at your doorstep 🏃♂️💼#btw confession time I started this before finishing adwd so like if you notice book inaccuracies. just ignore it#tbh towards the end i was just kinda going off the song lyrics more than anything#also like her hair should not be that long I think. the show poisoned my brain bc they do fuck all for like a year post walk#n e way ill talk about it more tomorrow probably. im gonna be so annoying about this btw I WILL force you to watch it#istg if it flops 🔪
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wxs song wishlist!1!1! dont take this too seriously
(i may elaborate on these in the future though. who knows. )
slowmotion - fullgroup. maybe js emunene though idk
ultimate senpai - tsukasa (+ could add emu and miku Im not fully sure about miku but. Please this song means everything to me We need even more pinop songs in game. because i said so)
dream eating monochrome baku - ruikasa. add on 3dmv (Or 2dmv thats fine) and MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!
jitterbug - ruikasa (this might be much less likely. i dont expect them to cover it)
popipo - full group. A 3dmv would be quite beautiful. I can already imagine the look on ruis face
chubyou gekihatsu boy - ruikasa (a 2dmv for this would be funny. i want to see tsukasa do one of the weird ass poses)
positive club vs negative club - nenekasa
ohedo julia night - emurui
this fucked up wonderful world exists for me - i can handle another full group if they cover this 🫡
iya iya iya - emurui ? i wouldnt mind full group or len & rin being in the cover too but i just Really want wxs to cover it.
nee nee nee - ruinene (still thinking abt this one. id be fine with vs only if it gets added but idk)
death shall not have taken thee - emukasa
isnt it “a” - nenekasa (im reaching and desperate)
role-playing game - FULL GROUP PLEASE!!!! IVE WANTED THIS AND ULTIMATE SENPAI IN GAME FOREVER Im desperate…….
apple dot com - emurui
baka tsuushin - ruinene
#oh my god theres a lot of pinop in here i look like a pinop glazer Because i am one sorry. Lyrical genius. Life changing songs. Made THE#comm of all time for wxs. And its so good i love everything about it and rereading the lyrics over and over again and going Yeah i get it O#I see. Wonderful.#also a lot of his songs do actually give wxs vibes i dont know how to explain this (i absolutely do) (im just lazy)#may be updated in the future.#counts as a#crosspost#however i added like one or two songs that i didnt show on my twt#wonderlands x showtime#prsk#pjsk#project sekai#wxs#tsukasa tenma#emu otori#nene kusanagi#rui kamishiro#kamishiro rui#kusanagi nene#otori emu#tenma tsukasa
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i need lucy to drop whatever song she just debuted like YESTERDAY
#oh my god it’s going to be the love song of all time. to Me#i only caught a few lyrics but oh hhhh my god#lucy dacus#(and like….we know it’s about ** right???)#max rants about music
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shows up to give you the coffinchain challenge
Please be more careful when you cross the road You’re a perfect arrangement of rickety bones
Stray cats.
Peter had always likened the apprentices to a group of stray cats, in his mind.
At first it was out of distaste. They were a nuisance; a band of drifters slinking around the alleyways, catching their quarries unaware. The quick, sharp jab of a hypodermic needle might as well have been the efficient killing bite that a cat might deliver to the throat of its prey. They worked in the shadows, occupying all of those lonely abandoned buildings and reworking them for a new, twisted purpose.
Then, begrudgingly, he’d found himself wrapped up in Mark Hoffman. Chasing him, hunting him, hellbent on bringing him to justice, then on killing him, then on understanding him, then…
Well, Peter didn’t know what he was doing now.
All he knew was that sitting in his apartment, in varying states of composure, were three of Jigsaw’s disciples.
Dr. Gordon sat on his couch, eyes trained down as his hands worked on bandaging a fresh wound on the arm of his younger accomplice. Stanheight sat quietly and allowed for the medical attention with little fight. Hoffman himself sat on the floor, back leaned against the couch close to the other two.
Peter remained standing, trying not to buckle at the absurdity of his situation. In true stray-animal nature, he had made the mistake of allowing Hoffman into his home once, twice, thrice, and now he’d come back with friends.
‘Don’t feed the strays’, indeed.
Accept that he did know the other two, at this point. The polite Dr. Gordon was well-spoken and direct; Peter had found him infuriating in the beginning. He was a hard man to interrogate and an even harder man to intimidate, as level and unflinching as he was. Unlike Peter, he never seemed to let his anger get the best of him, and he seemed to know that. Dr. Gordon was a man who always seemed very aware of how much more control he had in the conversation. It was enviable.
Then there was Adam Faulkner-Stanheight. Mouthful of a name. It was strange enough for Peter to wrap his head around the fact that the kid was alive, let alone working with Jigsaw. He was angry- had more rage in his scrawny little body than what felt possible. Stupid and impulsive, Peter had found him annoying. Just a petulant adolescent who had gotten himself into bigger trouble than he yet realized.
They’ve come a long way since then. Both apprentices had grown on him, maybe because they reminded him of himself in their amalgamate qualities. The cold, callous bluntness of the doctor. The white-hot temper of the kid. The way he had never seen the former so gentle nor the latter so complacent until now, as they patched themselves together on his bloodied furniture.
Peter had been reluctant to welcome them all inside. It was bad enough to shelter one serial killer, but now three? It reminded him that everything he’s been doing as of late is against what he once stood for. Fuck, it would solve a hell of a lot of his own problems if he didn't care. If he’d let them all rot, make them regret thinking that Peter would risk his own hide just because he's been friendly with them. Dr. Gordon and Stanheight had seemed to understand this too. Their expressions had been apprehensive, looking ready to flee like the animals they were. Peter wonders how long ago he would have given chase.
Hoffman had spoken, then.
“I didn’t-” His voice was shot and exhausted. “I didn’t know where else to go, Strahm.”
And just like that, Peter took them in. Those words were all it took. Hoffman limped inside on a bad leg and described some sort of police-raid, premature. John Kramer and Amanda Young hadn’t even been there, so it had just been the trio, and they were forced to flee. Unable to go far on foot in their current state, Hoffman had brought his injured companions here. To Peter.
Why did that make something strange stir within him?
The three of them were soaked to the bone from the rain. Peter watched Hoffman sluggishly attempt to remain alert, but every so often his head would lull and come to rest against the soft thigh of Dr. Gordon. If the doctor noticed it, he didn't say a word as he continued to diligently work. He looked tired. Stanheight was putting on the best brave face he could manage, but Peter’s keen eyes caught his shoulders trembling, only eased when Gordon’s hand came to rest on one and rubbed gently. They all looked so tired.
Unable to watch any longer, Peter finally broke the silence.
“So why are you still doing this?” It took everything in him to not fidget idly as he spoke, brows furrowed at the three men.
All eyes were on him quite suddenly, sharp as they regarded him. Three clever pairs of observant eyes that all screamed out ‘I know more than I’m letting on' to Peter. He held their gazes, muscled arms crossed over his chest.
“You know what I’m talking about.” He scoffed, lip curling. “What’s the point of doing the old man's dirty work when he just lets things like this happen to you?”
Silence.
Hoffman broke first. He laughed, eyes closing as he rested more fully against the couch. It was good-natured but ultimately dismissive.
Dr. Gordon frowned at Peter, one brow quirked as if he had asked them something incredibly naive. Like he expected Peter to know already.
Stanheight didn't react. Not outwardly, anyways. He only stared, something new and strange glittering in his eyes that Peter couldn't place.
“What,” Peter grit his teeth, an edge to his voice. Less of a question and more of a prompt.
“Nothing, nothing. Apologies, Mr. Strahm.” Gordon sighed, turning his attention back to his handiwork. He appeared to nearly be done with the worst of Stanheight’s injuries now. “It’s just… not that simple.”
“Not exactly the kinda job you can put your two weeks in for.” Hoffman corroborated, a smirk tugging at his full lips.
Peter felt his face burn hot, and he huffed in frustration. “You fucking- Don’t play dumb. Don’t act like it’s a stupid question. I’ll throw you back out onto the fucking curb.” He jabbed a finger at Hoffman in particular, who for his part did indeed shut his mouth. “You listening? Good. What I’m saying is that John Kramer is one demented old man. What is actually stopping you?”
This time, the quiet was punctuated by Hoffman and Gordon exchanging an uncomfortable glance. After a moment, Hoffman shrugged and ran one hand through his damp, messy hair. “I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept of, uh, checks ‘n balances.”
Peter raised an eyebrow skeptically. Hoffman continued.
“Information is power, etcetera. Kramer keeps basically everything on a need-to-know basis. Including, I dunno, who you’re workin’ with half the time. Hell,” He rolled his eyes, and lazily raised a hand behind his head to pat Gordon’s arm. The doctor made an annoyed noise in response, shifting away from him. “He only told me about these lovebirds when he needed help lookin’ after ‘em.”
“I’m still mad about missing out on a trip to Mexico.” Stanheight quipped. His voice was softer than normal, but Peter supposed it was a good sign that he was speaking at all. He wasn’t used to the younger man being so quiet.
Gordon straightened up a moment later, gently patting down the new bandages and brushing some of the hair from Stanheight’s face. “There you go.” He sighed. The warmth in his tone was so palpable that Peter had the distinct feeling it wasn’t meant for his ears. Despite being in his own apartment, he somehow felt he was intruding. “Get comfortable, alright?”
Peter watched as Stanheight pulled himself to his feet, stopping short just a little ways away from him with an awkward shuffle. Gordon patted his thigh and spoke his next words like they took all of his energy to say.
“Your turn.” He didn’t even bother to look at Hoffman. The detective grinned anyways, wasting no time in clamoring up into Gordon’s personal space and slinging his leg across the man’s lap. Gordon shook his head disdainfully, but carefully began rolling back Hoffman’s torn pant leg anyways.
Peter guessed he wasn’t the only one that Hoffman lived to irritate.
“Christ, Mark.” Gordon sucked in a sharp breath, and Peter’s shoulders stiffened as he took a step forward to look. His stomach sank despite himself; from where he was standing Hoffman’s calf looked like a bloody mess. Peter’s a man who’s seen more gore in his line of work than anyone should hope to see in their lifetime, and yet here he is, staring in alarm. It was unlike him, and woefully he could only attribute his own uneasiness to the owner of the calf.
As if he could read his mind, Hoffman looked up towards Peter. “Hey, it’s just-” He winced, hissing in pain as Gordon began to clean the wound. “It’s no big deal- no bullet inside. Just grazed me.”
“You were shot?” Peter balked.
“Grazed,” Hoffman corrected.
Peter pinched the bridge of his nose in a quick-rising frustration. Hoffman was impossible.
“Don’t be an idiot.” Gordon’s voice was little more than a growl as he spoke through gritted teeth. “You took an unnecessary risk. Do you think I enjoy patching you back together? Honestly, if I didn't know any better I’d assume you were trying to get your sorry self killed.”
Dr. Gordon’s tone left the detective bristling. “Don’t tell me how to do my job.” He scoffed. “Hell, I don’t bother you when you’re workin’ in the sickbay. Why don't you just- fuck!”
Hoffman yelped at the unceremonious splash of disinfectant. Gordon gave him the sort of well-practiced fake smile that only a doctor could.
“My bad,” he murmured, unapologetic.
Peter decided he’d seen enough. He turned on his heel and walked into the kitchen, telling himself that he was just stepping aside to get ice in case the doctor needed some. He knew it wasn't the truth, though; he scolded himself quietly as he leaned against the wall and ran a hand through his graying hair.
The truth was that he couldn't keep standing there, staring at Hoffman’s leg injury.
It’s ironic, because it feels like not too long ago that Peter would have done anything to put a bullet in Hoffman. Now the thought makes him feel… queasy. And a bit confused.
Peter found himself comparing the apprentices to strays again.
He couldn’t get the image of roadkill splattered on the side of the highway out of his head.
From what he knew of John Kramer and his cult, the apprentices were expendable parts. It doesn't even sound like they can trust each other half the time. One wrong move or fatal mistake would be all it took. Peter wasn't even sure how long it would take him to know something had happened.
His thoughts were interrupted by footsteps so quiet that he knew exactly who they belonged to before turning around. Stanheight stood at the entryway of his bare-bones kitchen, watching him. He’s probably spent the least amount of time alone with him.
“What is it?” Peter’s frown deepened.
The kid didn't answer immediately, instead coming to lean against the wall beside him. He was quiet for a moment, and then shrugged.
“Wanted to check on you, I guess.” He answered simply.
“Check on me? In what way do I need checking on?” Raising a brow, Peter gestured towards the living room. “Look at you three, for fuck’s sake.”
Stanheight held his hands up defensively. “Hey, hey, I just- I get it, alright?”
Peter didn't know what that meant. He stared down at the shorter man, scowl ever-present, silently prodding him to elaborate. Stanheight’s expression was… almost sympathetic, but his eyes had that same strange look from before: the one that Peter couldn't place.
The kid was easy to underestimate, Peter knew it from his file and from his current involvement. He wasn't about to make that mistake with him.
“Sucks, doesn't it?” Stanheight finally said. He was muttering now, glancing once over his shoulder to ensure they were still alone. “One thing to know what they're doing and another to see them come back with blood and bits of their skin hanging off.”
Peter felt his stomach turn. “No,” he lied. “If Hoffman’s gonna be reckless and get himself killed then so be it.”
“No matter what you or anyone else thinks, I’m not stupid.” Stanheight laughed dryly. “You don't gotta lie to me, okay? I’m on team Peter here.”
“Are we forgetting that you’re one of ‘them’ too?” Peter steeled his gaze, unamused.
Stanheight grimaced. “I mean- kind of. Not really.”
“‘Not really?’ What’s that mean?”
“I- like- like I’m with them but I’m not one of them. Old Johnny-boy has never and will never give a shit about me. Not exactly in the running to be his heir or whatever the others think will happen.” Stanheight huffed, rolling his eyes as he explained. “Pretty sure he wouldn't even notice if I went missing if it weren't for the pictures ‘n schedules I go and get for him.”
Peter is quiet for a moment.
“Why stick around?” He asked softly, already knowing the answer.
The kid just snorted in lieu of answering, and the two fell into silence once more for a couple of seconds.
“Glad that Mark has you.” Stanheight suddenly murmured, thoughtful.
“He does not ‘have me’.”
“Maybe you can knock some sense into him.”
Peter scoffed, looking elsewhere. “You’re frustrating, you know that?”
“I’ve been told.” Stanheight laughed, “I’m not kidding, though. It always freaks me out how Mark gets when he’s like…”
Raising a brow, Peter waited for him to sort out his thoughts.
“Like, when he gets hurt, right? He just- just runs off. Or he’ll go and get hammered on the other side of town and when we find him he’s a mess.”
At that, Peter’s shoulders went rigid. He was aware of Mark’s habits, his unhealthy coping mechanism. He hadn't thought about who else might know, how deeply it might run. He hadn't thought about how often Mark must be alone.
When he looked back at Stanheight, he realized the kid was staring at him intently. There was concern in his expression, but also something fierce.
“John’s really messed him up. Worse than he was before all of this.” His voice was low, almost cautious. “All of them. Lawrence, Mark, Mandy, none of them deserve this. You know that, right?”
Peter’s mouth felt dry. “I…”
Straightening up again, Stanheight stepped closer to Peter. Before he could see it coming, a smaller hand took his own and held it, inspecting it. “I think Mark needs you.” He said, “maybe all of us do. So you gotta take care of yourself too.”
Something confused seemed to bloom in his chest then, an uncertain warmth that he could feel rise up to his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again when he couldn't decide on anything to say.
“Just think about it, ‘kay?” Stanheight let go of his hand again and started to leave the kitchen, pausing for just a moment to look back at him. “Oh, one more thing.”
“What is it?” Peter’s voice was hoarse.
Stanheight gave him a grin that didn't meet his eyes. “Welcome to the family.”
Then he was gone, Peter’s protest to that statement dying on his lips, and Peter was left to think on everything he said.
Hoffman needing him. Hoffman hiding himself away in dark corners to nurse his wounds. Improperly set bones and too much bandage.
Stray cats.
Peter’s family used to have cats. His sister’s cat had been an old, white, raggedy thing that she named Alfredo. When Alfredo passed away, he had hidden under the bed and refused to come out. Peter thinks he remembers reading somewhere that pets do that on purpose, so their humans don't have to see them die, but it's been years and his animal knowledge is limited.
Peter wondered how hard it is to socialize a stray cat. To reintroduce it to domesticity.
He stepped out of the kitchen, lingering at the entryway, and watched the apprentices from where he stood. Gordon seemed to have finished with Hoffman’s leg, speaking to him in a quieter tone than before. To his surprise, Hoffman looked like he was listening. Stanheight was on the couch with them now, leaning his head onto Gordon’s shoulder.
Peter found that he wished he could freeze this moment with the three of them in it. The bubble of safety that was his living room felt far away from everything Jigsaw. Maybe they were always meant to be here, on soft furniture, and not crouching amongst rusted pipes and jagged metal.
Tamed. Domesticated.
He sighed through his nose and walked around the couch, three sets of clever eyes on him again as he caught their attention. Now that he was there, he could see that Dr. Gordon had just begun to wrap up Hoffman’s leg and he silently motioned to ask for the gauze, kneeling down between them.
Understanding the gesture, Gordon handed it over, smiling at Peter warmly enough to raise his body temperature by a degree.
“Strahm-” Hoffman started, bewildered, but Peter simply began wrapping his leg neatly.
“Shut up.” He grunted. “Let me help you, stupid.”
#saw#coffinchain#chainshipping#hoffstrahm#coffinshipping#hoffstrahmdonheight#asks#jennilah#I LOVE YOU JENNA I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG#these are supposed to be short fics . uhhhhhhhh#i prommy i'll get better at this whole ficlet thing#anyways god i hope any of you like this bc i already hate it LMAOOO it's mostly dialogue and idk if it's anything#oh well#sometimes you write 3k words and then just go 'this sucks' and post it anyways#could've been softer given the song i rolled BUT i wanted to ease y'all in since this is technically my first posted coffinchain fic#pls tell me if you do like it ;w; and also don't be afraid to keep sending ships/characters bc i'm still up for this song lyric prompt#writing#fanfic#peter strahm#mark hoffman#adam faulkner stanheight#lawrence gordon#ughgg i love them. i really love them i wish i could do them more justice than this
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Absolutely fuck Lacey, but this song sums up my feelings for now the third time in my life like I wish I wrote these words!!!!!!
So is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with
'Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish
I've seen more guts in 11-year-old kids
Have another drink and drive yourself home
I hope there's ice on all the roads
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt
And again when your head goes through the windshield
Is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back
So let's end this call and end this conversation
And is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with
'Cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
When you say "best friends" means friends forever
#mine#music#fuck this guy I hope he rots but god damn if anyone has recs for songs with lyrics like this bang my line#oh also the everyone’s caught on to everything you do line over and over#yeah#for E aka bum ass rat#Spotify
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So come fill up your glasses of brandy and wine / Whatever it costs I will pay / So be easy and free, when you're drinking with me / I'm a man you don't meet every day...
#em draws stuff#oc time again hehe#haunted by your hand#the gambler: james webster#the highwayman: kate heriot#bweirdOCtober#ROLESWAP TIME!!! ALIVE KATE GHOST JAMES TIME WOOOOOO#I cannot emphasize enough that this is Equally bad as the previous situation if not actively worse#the main change this actually causes is a Sharp Uptick in the amount of partying going on in the story#if james is a morose melancholic drunk then kate is a Wild and Messy drunk. and leaving her to run the inn does not economy make.#people are absolutely getting murdered for their money every night but what's important is that this is now also a Party Place#but you stumble away from the noise and light for a moment and. oh. Oh god what Is that.#man you don't meet every day (from which the caption lyrics are taken) is Thee kate song of all time by the way#also what gave kate the dubious honor of being my only character with a voiceclaim. yes she sounds like cait o'riordan.#the version sung by her is such a particular gender that works so nicely with whatever is going on with kate#my horrible babygrill :) my daughter with a thousand faults :)
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[My Stand-In 1.09] | [DPR Ian - Limbo]
don't waste your tears on somebody you can't even save throw me down to the wolves it's where i belong see you on the other side where our worlds will collide take what's yours just leave me in two pieces i left my heart down in the basement where all the ravens take their turn picking at what's left of me i took you out of my existence only to crawl back into your arms knowing how much it will take away do you think we are really dreaming? can someone tell me where i am? i'm running out of sand i took you out of my existence only to crawl back into your arms knowing it will make me go insane
#HERE YOU GO my first ever gifs with text that wasn't just subtitles aaaaaaaggggghhhh#i know it's very basic text but i don't have any fancy programs and i am doing my best#this song came on in the car driving home from work saturday and i was like OH MY GOD THIS SONG IS JOE AND MING#thank you Ian for everything that you do and every song you make and putting the wildest thoughts and feelings to music#and like please a song named Limbo it was literally meant for them and this show#i hope y'all like these and they don't suck and they're legible ;alskfdj;ajf#uhhhhh everyone go listen to dpr ian and all the other dpr boys now okay thanks#i will probably always think of them when i hear this song now kbye#my stand in#my stand-in#my stand in the series#mingjoe#joeming#up poompat#poom phuripan#dpr ian#dpr ian limbo#dream perfect regime#mia gifs my stand in things#mia gifs drama things#mia gifs things with lyrics#mia gifs things
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if clarity's in death, then why won't this die? years of tearing down our banners, you and i. living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts, give me back my girlhood, IT WAS MINE FIRST
#luc posts#lyrics#this song owns my heart#the rage i feel with the girlhood line oh my god#taylor swift#would've could've should've#taylor 🪩
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We're all alone Drifting through the great unknown Swear, I never felt this cold This is God
#my art#dishonored#dishonored 2#the outsider#thank you superheaven for coming back after 9 years with a banger song with killer lyrics#still gotta play dh1's dlc and play thru dh2 as corvo next but oh my god. oh my god outsider he's checked so many of my boxes
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SIN EATER IS A JORIS KERUBIM SONG
SIN EATER IS A JORIS KERUBIM SONG
SIN EATER IS A JORIS KERUBIM SONG
SIN EATER IS A JORIS KERUBIM SONG
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#everything until 1:40 is kerubim singing.#everything after 1:40 and until 3:20 is joris singing.#everything after 3:20 is#joris (''so your natural state is guilt; you think you're living for release'')#and keke ('say you're sorry; say you love it; say you're evil underneath')#talking at the same time except for the two lyrics listed that belong only to them.#I CAN SEE IT SO CLEARLY. I CAN SEE IT SOOO CLEARLY.#Youtube#wakfu#dofus#joris jurgen#kerubim crepin#i don't give a shit if this is a quality post or not. share and partake in my insanity#yes me dividing these lyrics so kerubim gets ''oh god you love me like a fawn'' 'and 'the god who loved me like a fawn''#and and joris gets ''oh. love me like a fawn.'' was intentional. someday when i finish my current animatic im drawing this...#anyway kerubim is ''the blueprint'' and joris is ''the facade''. this song being them just makes so much sense to me. so much sense
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One day these bright voices will be heard Loud and clear, their story of the ones we meet
#oh my good gosh the full lyrics seem to be UP and they have me in tears oh my god...#persona 3#persona 3 reload#persona#p3 reload#wow it's so beautiful#it's so pretty#I'm glad that song exists...wow#doodle#really..I really love it
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[image description: a bluesky post from the Mountain Goats. it reads "just finally got the master list for full band tour into the group chat. no I will not spoil the whole thing, no fun to do that, but here's something from the middle of the doc. come see us on tour it's gonna shred face mountain-goats.com/tour". attached is a screenshot of text reading "Solo and sometimes duo break -- Peter please have "Alpha Rats Nest" and "Linda Blair" and "Cheshire County" in your quiver if possible". end ID]
hi guys I feel really normal about this (lying)
#img#described#the mountain goats#tmg#transmissions from lyric#stolen from a friend bc i dont use bsky yet lol#GOD. im so excited about this tourrr#BC LIKE. if 'solo and sometimes duo' just means the precedented jd matt duo. why is it relevant for peter to have those songs ready#more likely. is that it means jd peter duo. which oh my god that would be SO awesome.#i am not in the practice of making dream setlists but the one time i have actually done it it had something along those lines#anyway. its like ten days to next show for me and i CANT wait
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