#Paradise of Replica

[reckonslepoisson]

Paradise of Replica, After Dinner (1989)

After Dinner’s Haco has pretty much built an entire career on Paradise of Replica – and that isn’t so difficult to understand. Grandiose in its scope and sound, lofty in how it artistically approached things like structure and composition, uncompromising in much of its oddity.

Pick: ‘Ironclad Mermaid’

[sklira]

Paradise of Replica | After Dinner

[aanok]

Buonanotte.

[higherhell]

Ka-No-Pu-Su-No-Ha-Ko from Paradise of Replica by After Dinner, 1989

[rabbitcruiser]

 Paris Las Vegas opened on September 1, 1999. 

[wyrdle]

[AI Clavell has initiated battle.]

An au based on @derpyfangirl AI Clavell AU and @k-chips art, where Clavell sticks around in Area Zero on behalf of the profs. Unfortunately the -raidon incident happens, and AI Clavell is unaware of the Paradise Protection Protocol the profs have placed. AKA, they’re watching the artificial replica of their friend be warped by a system of their own design I guess.

I wanted to play around with animating bits of the comic lol. Good fun! More horror vibes.

[rizsu]

let me in ( please ) manjiro, ran.

sum. when they fuck up & now are locked out of the house

mikey and emotions do not mix well. they're like oil and water. mikey is a victim to various emotions he has no knowledge on how to handle. you can think of him as a baby who has no idea how to express different emotions so they start crying. and just like that, he said his piece of rather colorful words and left before it got worse.

it takes nothing but a simple stroll around the area and some icecream bars to cool mikey's head. during his little freedom, he did some intense self-reflection and replayed the argument to analyze. three minutes of sitting on the park's bench and he came to the conclusion that he was in fact wrong. he one hundred percent overreacted.

all for his own defense, he thinks that it can be justified. crossing his arms over his chest, mikey nods in agreement to the imaginary audience. they too agree that it can be justified! even if it was but a stupid moment of him letting his negativity roam in his mind and became insecure.

mikey walks towards the door, crunching every leaf in the way to calm his nerves. he's spent at least twenty minutes practicing his apology speech. he cannot afford to butcher it. gripping on the door's knob, he tries to unlock it but to no avail, it did not work. this cannot be real, he amuses himself. mikey gives it another try. maybe it was just a jam in the knob? no. he gave it two more restless twists but god's grace was not on his side today.

“where is my phone?!” he's confused. he swore he shoved his phone into his pocket but it's not there!? patting his torso and sweatpants to feel for phone's frame, panic's tide rises in his body. he's half a second away from running into the middle of the road.

and on your side, you're watching this go down through the door's peephole. right now you may or may not be holding the very phone he's looking for in your hand. trust, you would grant him access to your shared home but this is too hilarious to give up.

the click of the door's lock on your side succeeds in getting mikey's attention. he watches like a hawk marking its prey's home, waiting to see if what he wants is behind the other side. biting at his lower lip's skin, mikey patiently awaits for you to come into display.

you swing the door open and lean on its frame. swaying his phone in front of him, you tease, “looking for this?”

mikey, relieved, tries to grab what's rightfully his but fails. there's no way you're going to give him this so soon.

“not so fast, manjiro. aren't you forgetting something?”

mikey takes three cartoonish blinks. he genuinely does not know what he forgot. tilting his head to the side, he looks around trying to remember what he could've possibly forgotten. oh right, the apology!

“'m really sorry. forgive me i know i acted like an idiot.” he speaks. mikey hopes you can tell he's being sincere. he's not one for apologies at all—which is easily known by his body language. he's rocking back and forth on his feet while playing with his fingers—almost replica to a child getting scolded for eating all the chocolates.

you try your hardest to not cackle. being able to witness the ‘invincible’ mikey awkwardly apologize feels like a gift from your ancestors. it may as well replace the definition of neuron activity.

“you're lucky i love you. come in.” tilting your head, you gesture for him to enter paradise. you didn't miss the way he clasped his fist whispering a “yes!” to himself. you really do love this loser.

pop-up quiz: if you lock ran out the house, would he:

a) go buy gifts to appease you.

b) demand that you open the door.

c) fight the tears and travel to rindou's to clear his mind.

d) none of the above.

correct answer? d) none of the above. see, if you dare to think you can get rid of ran you are just loud and wrong. you can't rip ran off of your skin even if you got the creator of earth to do it. he's like a flee.

he's a little on the lazy side which results in him barely caring for anything which also results in his nonchalant attitude in arguments. what happens when he just says to calm down? getting locked out until further notice. do not let this fool you, ran will, by any means necessary, make sure that you're not mad at him—even if he must guilt you in the process. ran can live alone but he's grown too attached to let you slip through his fingers.

like the fool he is, ran came up with the master idea of staying in the courtyard as he sets up his scheme. he has a plan, he just needs a platform. feeling mischievous, ran waited until four in the evening to begin his performance. dailing your number, he waits for you to pick up. the moment you do, he reads the script written on his palm.

“hey...still mad at me?” “yes. goodbye.” “WAIT—i'm sorry, unlock the door please?”

a moment of silence alongside a heavy sigh from you tells ran that chapter one: act one was successful. reeling out the hose, he quickly attaches it to the pipe before turning it on. taking large steps to the front door, he hides the hose behind the door as you open it.

“missed you. i'm shivering, would let me in?” coating his words with honey, he plasters a pleading look on his face. surely this would work..right..? yeah, no. you feel your anger bubbling again. for what and why would he bother you with this nonsense.

“what the fuck are you talking about? the sun is very much there.” you point towards the sun, completely finished with this idiocy.

“no, baby...it's not...” raising the hand that's holding the hose, ran turns the sprinkler effect on as he frowns. him suffering out in the real (fake) rain must hurt you. you know how he easily gets sick.

well, that's what he thinks. you think this is absolutely stupid. the scenario of ran, standing under the hose as it soaks him while the sun has yet to set truly makes for a good spongebob episode.

“ran, put it off. now.” demanding that he finishes his act, you publically judge him. although this is so stupid that it's hilarious, you don't want him to flood out the entire front yard. he's done enough to be let in the house.

“but do you forgive me, my love?” “RAN.”

ran chuckles to himself. chapter two: act two has been successful. dragging the hose back to its original position, he cleans up before entering your home but ran still feels mischievous. so what does he do? purposefully give you a tight back hug so that you can be soaked too but masks it with the excuse of “i really missed you.”

when ran isn't practically decomposing in bed, he's the most childish man ever.

[donnapalude]

also something there to me abt what happened to miranda, flint & thomas being framed as a subversion of the myth of original sin & the banishment from eden.

that a biblical comparison is being made is easy enough to see. thomas mentions the creation of eve as a parallel to his relationship with flint. miranda uses words from the song of solomon to rebut pastor lambrick's ideas abt love. and imo the framing of miranda as capital "m" mother in flint's mind can also be read as another oblique reference to the biblical mother of mankind. but looking at all the pieces together, the picture bs paints is not a perfect replica, but a negative image of the story of the genesis.

in the bible, eden is (ofc) earnestly depicted as a paradise, where man lived in a superior state of peace without suffering. and that state was predicated upon him being without shame. in bs life in london is initially framed as a peaceful garden, but we soon discover it's anything but. its peace is an illusion constructed on the suffering of others & its obscuration through shame. the rationale around shame then gets inverted compared to that given in the bible. while in the genesis shame is revealed by discovering an ontological distinction between good & bad, here shame is constructed by creating an artificial distinction between good & bad (darkness & light). so when a&e act on their desires they acquire knowledge that makes them aware of the existing distinction & they feel shame over what's bad. and as a consequence they get discovered because they show they have shame by hiding. while when t&f&m act on their desires they acquire knowledge that makes them realise the misconstruction of darkness as evil, which then makes them lose their shame over it. and as a consequence they get discovered because they stop hiding well enough. in both cases the acquisition of knowledge gets punished with a banishment. but in the bible it represents a deserved fall from grace, from a place that mankind will always long for but never return to. in bs it's the act of a tyrant that causes unjust suffering, but also unmasks the lie at the heart of the fake grace enjoyed & makes the garden an undesirable prison that must be torn down.

[scekrex]

I'm so very obsess with your Overlord!reader storyline, it's just so soft, like it give me the vibe of 'bird in a gilded cage', but in 'the world outside is ugly and cruel and I want you to be surround with beauty and comfort' kind of way, just quietly comfy.

Also a prompt, how about for some reason or another, reader has to go to an overlord meeting but Adam is rather clingy plus he hasn't went outside since reader brought him there so he decided to take Adam with him while also making it a night on the town kind of thing. It's Hell but with reader long time there, he manage to find decent enough places to take Adam to. Obviously they got bothered, some even offered to buy Adam, but with the fact Adam is a still a powerfull angel and reader is longlived Overlord despite his relative anonymosity, they had a fun enough date and made it home unscathed

I love Overlord!Reader x Adam so fucking much, keep em asks coming bc I'll write for em til I die. Their dynamic is just absolutely adorable.

Bird of Hell's Paradise

I'm not likely to kick a head in, but I'll curb stomp a bitch if she objects at our wedding

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

���Adam,” you hummed softly as the first man wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. The entire week the former angel had tried to talk you into taking him with you, he had asked you over and over again but you had always refused. The world outside of the mansion was different, less pure and less safe. It was a battlefield, even without the exterminations hell was many things, brutal, bloody, cold-hearted and cruel. But safe enough for Adam to leave this place? No. On the other hand this realm would never be safe enough for someone like Adam to walk around freely, so the best you could do was to take him out with you, that way you could not only keep an eye on him but also prevent the first man to do anything stupid. And despite your mansion being shielded from the society of hell, you would not have to worry about him being alone at home.

“You can’t fucking leave me here, I wanna come with you to see what your ass is up to,” he pulled you flush against his body, his head resting on your shoulder. You sighed in defeat and that was when Adam knew that he had won, “Okay, you will keep me company for tonight’s meeting,” you agreed to his request and felt Adam’s grip on you tighten in excitement, a quiet, “Fuck yeah;” was heard from the man behind you. “After the meeting we could also stay in town a little bit longer than necessary and have dinner, if you would do me the favor and accompany me through that as well, darling.” The brunette placed a quick kiss to your jaw, “Having dinner with my very fucking famous boyfriend in town for everyone to fucking stare at us like we’re hot shit? Obviously I’m fucking in, babes.” Boyfriend huh? While the term sounded really pretty coming from Adam being directed to you, you had not expected the first man to use so meanful words to describe your relationship so soon, yet you were grateful the brunette mess was feeling the same way about you. “Then shoo, darling,” you chuckled softly as you pulled away from Adam’s warm touch and directed him to your shared bedroom, “Go get dressed, my dear.”

-

Well, Adam surely did not disappoint. Because for a reason that you had yet to understand he had chosen to wear the replica of the robe he had worn when you had found him nearly dead near the hotel. It was also the same robe the former angel had worn during exterminations in general, but who were you to judge your partner about his clothing choice? At least he was dressed appropriately for the meeting and that you thanked the lord for.

You and Adam had been the first to arrive after Carmilla, the others were yet to come. The top weapons dealer of hell eyed your company suspiciously, yet she did not dare to comment on it out loud, not when she knew the force of nature that Adam was and definitely not when she knew how defensive you were of the people close to you. “Carmilla,” you raised your voice as you took a sip from the tea that your old friend had offered once you and Adam had arrived. “Something is heavy on your mind, share your thoughts with me,” your eyes did not meet hers once, they were either on the drink in front of you, or on the handsome brunette man who had taken the seat right next to you. Carmilla eyed the two of you for a bit longer, then she spoke up, “You brought us the enemy, but I doubt you will have us let our way with him and show him the consequences of his actions.” Adam’s golden eyes were on you in an instant, he was not worried that you would hand him out, not at all. The former angel trusted you, he knew you would not treat him so gently at home for months and refused to take him with you to this meeting in the first place just to sell him to Carmilla and the other Overlords in the end. “No,” your voice sounded as tense as your body felt, was she trying to insult you? Did it seem like you were going to sell them Adam’s soul and body to have their way with him? The first man’s hand reached out for yours underneath the table and you took his offer of comfort gladly. “He is here as my partner, not as someone I will hand out to you. If you want his soul you have to tear it from my lifeless hands.” Alastor entered the room by Zestial’s side and hummed quite thoughtfully at your statement, “While that offer does sound tempting, I think I will keep it on the table for later,” the radio demon stated as he took his seat just like the friend he had arrived with. Adam narrowed his eyes at the sight of the redhead, they had history after all. Yet his anger was swept away by your thumb that started to gently caress the back of his hand.

Slowly the other overlords arrived, the Vee’s were on time for once and all of them had decided to give you the honor of their presence. The moth demon was quick to show interest in the man you had brought with you and he was not mannered enough to keep it to himself like Carmilla had been. “Hey there handsome~,” he purred towards Adam from across the table, blowing a cloud of smoke directly in his face - or at least that had been the plan, but you had been quick to block that tempting pink smoke of his, sparing Adam the pain of inhaling it. You had done that once and ever since then you tried your best to avoid the moth demon himself but also the scum he called friends. “Keep your shit to yourself, Valentino,” you growled at the Vee, fed up by his behavior already. Adam was yet again impressed by the switch in your language, when you spoke to the older Overlords you sounded so calm, so collected, like you chose your words wisely before you dared to open your mouth. But when speaking to the younger Overlords - such as the Vees - you talked like them. It was definitely something the first man admired, yet he craved to know what the real you was. Given that you spoke to him like you spoke to the more respected Overlords, he guessed that the calm and collected version of you was. Though he did not fully know.

“Oh,” Valentino responded, sounding a little surprised by your statement of protection, “So he’s on your leash already?” That caused Adam’s attention to shift from you to the moth demon that had tried to hit on him, “The fuck you mean I’m on his leash? I’m on no one’s fucking leash, cunt.” You nodded, confirming his words to be the truth as you added, “That does not mean you can fucking have him though, he is not an offer on the table. Not for you and not for anyone else.”

-

The meeting had been nerve wrecking and energy draining, especially with all of the Vees being there, Valentino had made quite a lot of comments that were meant to seduce Adam, but the brunette had always been quick to reassure the moth demon that he was not interested in anything the pimp had to offer. Rosie - while not amused about your specific choice of partner - had wished you both the best though, she was the sweetest lady in all of hell, that was for sure.

“What are you craving, my dear?” you asked as Adam and you walked through the streets of hell. Adam was visibly uncomfortable despite you having his back - quite literally, your arm was wrapped around the back of his upper body, slightly above his waist. His wings were pressed close to his sides and the usually prideful look on his face that would sometimes cause you to giggle got replaced by a look of uncertainty. You were not to blame him, he had never thought he would end up in hell after all, had always thought he was too pure to be casted down to spend eternity here. And even after you had found him he had kept telling you that Sera and Lute were to come for him. But they never had done so. And while that had been a punch in the guts for the brunette at first, he had been quick to seek comfort in you and the love you offered him. “Dunno,” he mumbled as his eyes carefully roamed over the buildings, they all looked so uninviting, this was different than your mansion and for a moment he wished to be back at your place, he wished to be back home.

“Look who we have here,” a shady looking Imp giggled as he approached the both of you. His voice sounded cracky, like he had been screaming for too long, his outfit looked run down and the horns on his head that had probably been white once were dirty and therefore appeared brown. Adam backed off immediately, he did not want to make physical contact with any of those shady people down here, no matter if they were sinners, hellborn people or overlords. They all would stain his purity and divinity. You extended your arm, pushed the dirty little Imp out of the way and continued your way to the restaurant you would always visit after Overlord meetings. “Then let me show you my favorite place,” you offered the first man a reassuring smile as you guided him through hell’s crowded streets, Adam was thankful to have you by his side. It was not that he was unable to handle himself, but the amount of eyes that looked at him murderously was surely something he had never experienced before. “It won’t reach heavenly standards of course, but I think you might like what they have to offer,” the brunette loved how cheerful and unaffected your voice was by all those sinners waiting to get their hands on Adam.

In a swift motion you turned around to shove a sinner out of the way that was about to touch Adam’s wing and probably rip out one of his glorious feathers too. In a low, angry sounding voice you growled, “I would not dare to do this if I were to be you,” as you looked down at the sinner that had flinched away from your boyfriend the moment you had turned to look at him. Without another word the little one ran away and you returned your attention to Adam, “I’m sorry hell is causing you so much trouble, love, but the people here are not exactly the positive and bright minded spirits you know from up above.” The brunette pressed his wings even closer to his body, careful for them to not touch the dirty ground that was mostly covered in sinner blood. “Not your fucking fault that freaking bitch of a demon fuck-up almost fucking ended me,” he responded as he looked at you for the first time ever since you two had left the building the Overlord meeting had been at. He was not feeling comfortable down here at all, his body language was so different from the one you knew. But you understood - or at least you thought you did.

The door was opened by one of the workers there and you and Adam were greeted by a strange look that quickly turned into a welcoming smile, it had its pros and cons to be so well known, that you definitely had to admit. Yet you were guided to a free table for two. “This shithole looks so fucking wild,” Adam commented on the restaurants decor, it surely was something special, nothing you preferred at your own house, but you were glad Adam seemed to like the atmosphere in here better than on the streets. “I’m glad this place makes you feel welcome because trust me when I tell you that it won’t get better - at least not in the Pride Ring,” that made the brunette peak up in interest. “So there’s better shit in another fucking ring?” His question was quickly answered by a nod of yours, “Yes my dear, I shall take you to Ozzie’s one day, you surely would like its vibe. The sin of Lust, Asmodeus, and his Imp boyfriend Fizzarolli run it,” you explained in delight, the theater restaurant that was located in the Lust Ring was your favorite place in hell’s seven rings. “The sin of Lust runs a fucking theater restaurant?” the first man raised an eyebrow like it was the craziest thing he had ever heard, “That’s like saying Sera runs a motherfucking candy store.” You chuckled at his comparison, though you had to admit that it wasn’t too far off, it did sound crazy for someone who did not know Ozzie. “The sin of Lust will surprise you, my dear, despite his interest in lust and desire he always preaches the importance of consent.” Adam huffed as his eyes flew over the menu, “You better introduce me to that fucker soon.” Little did Adam know that you had already booked a table at Asmodeus’ lustful lounge for the both of you.

[sue-sue-sims]

Welcome to Strangetown! by EstavaConfuso (The Sims 3)

 Truth-seekers move to Strangetown hoping to discover the secrets the town holds. Do aliens live among us? Do missing Sims mysteriously appear here? In this town nothing is what it seems.

About

 Strangetown is one of the oficial neighborhoods of The Sims 2. It appeared in the base game (PC) but it was also featured in The Sims 2 spin-offs: PSP, GBA, DS and console. My purpose in creating this world was to include all versions of Strangetown from all games it appeared in in a single world. I tried to be as accurate as possible to the different versions, as well as trying to keep the correct layout of the different places. Of course, it's impossible to have an 100% perfect replica, but I hope you can identify them in the game.

World

 Considering that The Sims 2 was released in 2004, this world is supposedly set in the mid 2000s. The world consists of 101 lots in total: 49 residential lots (18 inhabited and 31 unhabited), 44 community lots and 8 empty lots. The world map is a variation of Lucky Palms height map (although you don't need Lucky Palms installed to work).

Size: Large.

 Population: Populated. Features several townies from the different games (PC, PSP, DS, console, GBA). The original Strangetown families have complete family trees.

 CC: Included.

 Required expansions: All (World Adventures, Ambitions, Late Night, Generations, Pets, Showtime, Supernatural, Seasons, University Life, Island Paradise and Into the Future).

 Required stuff packs: None.

Download

 The .rar file has a folder called “Strangetown package objects”, which should be placed in the game's Packages folder (Documents/Electronic Arts/The Sims 3/Mods/Packages), and a .sims3pack file, which is the world itself, and should be placed in the game's Downloads folder (Documents/Electronic Arts/The Sims 3/Downloads) and be downloaded via launcher. You need to put both the .sims3pack file and the packages folder into your game.

--- Download Strangetown! ---

Download link: SIM FILE SHARE

alternative link: MEDIAFIRE

LINK OF THE CREATOR'S WEBSITE: Strangetown for The Sims 3

[architectureandfilmblog]

The villa of Commandant Höss: a "paradise" which shared a wall with Auschwitz.

ARCHITECTURE OF GENOCIDE: THE ZONE OF INTEREST (2023)

Before I saw this film, I'd assumed that it would illustrate the way architecture can be used to facilitate denial or self-deception. Like PARASITE (2019), in which one - in that case wholly fictional - family creates a lavish domestic retreat from which they can't see the overcrowding, poverty and suffering that surrounds them. But although Hedwig Höss speaks of planting vines to cover the wall they share with Auschwitz, there's no pretending this neighbour isn't there. The Höss's live in a pristine 1937 villa, with a manicured garden where they have parties and their children swim in a pool, and this juxtaposition is chilling. But they can still see the chimneys, and hear the screams, and nobody is denying what's next door.

This is one of the most horrifying movies I've seen, and that's due to the banality of the domestic scenes. We aren't watching a stereotypically deranged mass murderer, or even a psychopathic commandant at work inside the camp. Instead we see a comfortable house, a beautiful garden, two parents who love one another and their children. And who've somehow been able to assimilate the fact that millions are being murdered behind their garden wall.

The film is based loosely on a novel, but also on research into the lives of the real Höss's. A replica was built of their villa and garden, only metres from where the real home still stands. It's suggested that the real Rudolf and Hedwig considered themselves homesteaders, reclaiming rural territory for the 'master race', as was the Nazi ideal. In the film, Hedwig repeatedly emphasises the role of building and grounds as a status symbol. Their villa had been taken from its Polish owners and architecturally altered to fit the Höss's image. Most of the items inside would have been plundered from Jewish homes, and others, such as stools, and the wheelbarrow full of smaller seized items, would have been custom-made by prisoners. This isnt a home that is genteel in spite of the camp next door. On the contrary, everything about it, down to the fur coat on Hedwig's back, exists as a result of persecution and genocide.

The Zone was an exclusion area of over 40 sq. km around the camp, created after Poles and Jews were expelled from nearby villages. It's jarring how idyllic it appears in the film, with meadows, birdsong, a gently babbling river. While obviously not as horrifying as human apathy, the indifference of a place to the evil it houses is disconcerting, especially if you're in a profession like architecture or urban design, where places are thought to be somehow expressive of what occurs within them. We do see the horror occasionally seep beyond camp walls - a practiced scramble to leave sun loungers as crematoria smoke seeps into the garden, a wash of ash infiltrating the picturesque river.

It's likely that the filmmakers were using the extreme example of this family to remind us of our own ability to become apathetic and desensitised to the suffering of strangers, particularly when we feel our personal safety and comfort may be threatened. (Current campaigns to essentially criminalise poverty in the form of homelessness in certain cities, come to mind). Obviously the murder of millions is an evil on a completely different scale, and I have to believe that 99% of us wouldnt be capable of the Höss's actions, but it's a chilling and worthwhile reminder nonetheless.

[shroudkeeper]

Work has failed to distract me, even this meeting about a new trade partner has yet to capture my attention. Talk about the ledgers, even late nights poring over my books, have offered me little to no reprieve from the thoughts that have plagued my waking hours.

Two suns have been spent with a stranger in our paradise, taking in the architecture and history of our port city with such enthusiasm that I have yet to see when she is with another. Twelve, he even has a dog that has ensnared her attention, a weakness I thought I was privy only to.

That skin-tight leather hugging his form, stretched across his chest with the ties struggling to keep it together, I admit it tempts my own gaze, but perhaps I can draw her eye back.. surely I can pull this off too.

..And I think I have the perfect person who may be able to help me. I can already hear my coffers empty at the thought of her charge for this, on top of her laughter thinking this was a costume for one of my schemes. I would gamble, however, that she is the only one who could make a replica suited for my less-than-impressive build.

( continued from here! )

[riaaanna]

Montreux Part 4: Queen Studio Experience (Handwritten Lyrics) - 2 Sept 2023

One of the best things about QSE in Montreux is the tons of handwritten lyrics on display! I did my best to take clear pictures of each of them (I'm almost sure I got them all!) and collect them here in a Lyrics special post!

These first ones are Freddie's handwritten lyrics of One Vision, which are placed inside the display case for Freddie's yellow jacket costume replica.

Lyrics for In Only Seven Days in the Jazz display cabinet, and I think one of my favourites because it's such an underrated song. Also I think it's John's handwriting but I'll say it now that I'm rubbish at remembering handwritings.

There was also a bit of Jazz album running order and draft lyrics of Fun It in another display cabinet of the band's studio setup, which I previously posted here.

From the Hot Space sessions these are lyrics for Cool Cat, Body Language, Dancer, and Las Palabras de Amor. These are all Freddie's handwriting, including Las Palabras de Amor despite it being Brian's song (confirmed here).

Now this is a special one from the Hot Space sessions. This is a draft for All This Is Love which is an unreleased song written by Freddie. No idea if it actually went far into being a song or if it's only ever been text on paper. It was added to the QSE in 2017.

These two are lyrics for Who Wants to Live Forever. Looks very much like Freddie's handwriting.

Some lyrics drafts on a bunch of small note papers for One Vision. The black ones are Freddie's handwriting, while the red ones are Roger's handwriting.

Now these two are in the Innuendo display case. The first one is Roger's writing of Ride the Wild Wind. The second one is a bit more confusing, and I asked around but I haven't got a certain answer. From reading, it looks like a draft for The Miracle. But why is it in the Innuendo cabinet? Since the whole place is curated by Greg Brooks himself I didn't want to think it was mistakenly placed there. So I'm not quite sure what it is - if anyone has any definitive info do let me know!

These next ones are from Freddie's solo era. The first two are lyrics for Love Kills, while the next two are lyrics for I Was Born to Love You.

This one is lyrics for There Must Be More To Life Than This, which was actually written during the Hot Space sessions and also later released as a version including Michael Jackson's vocals.

And the last ones from Freddie's solo era, these ones seem to be early draft lyrics of Man Made Paradise.

The last ones are displayed in a special case inside the studio - where the actual studio used to be and I'll post more about it in the next one! These are Freddie's lyrics for his last two songs, A Winter's Tale and Mother Love, both of which are released in Made in Heaven.

And that concludes another long post in the Montreux series, if you're into collecting lyrics archive I hope this satisfies your fascination!

[rabbitcruiser]

The Venetian Las Vegas opened on May 3, 1999.

[maccaronimassacre]

I just rediscovered Coraline again! I still get creeped out by the movie. Speaking of which, have you ever considered doing Coraline AUs? I found a few fics and and couple bots online that do that, and I was wondering if you'd consider trying it out with your bots. Idk which Resident Evil character to request with it because there's so many good options. Three come to mind: Leon, Ada, and Mia, though don't do all three because I don't want you to stress you out. Mental health is important!

"Other" Leon Kennedy x Reader

You open the front door, eager to step into the new paradise you discovered, but your anticipation halts when you see your friend Leon standing there with a bouquet clutched tightly in his hands. His familiar blonde bangs still frame his face and his charming smile is unchanged, but just like your "other" parents, his soft blue eyes are gone and covered by black buttons. Leon doesn’t say a word, not even a simple “hello” or “how are you.” Instead, he silently hands you the bouquet and tilts his head to the side in an eerie gesture. Before you could get a word in, he tugs at your arm, beckoning you to follow him.

Ada Wong x Reader

Ada moves gracefully between the branches of the fallen tree, her silhouette stark against the pale light of the moon. There's an elegance to her movements, a fluidity that sets her apart from everyone else you've encountered in this strange world. Her face remains impassive, a contrast to the overly animated neighbours who fawn over your attention. But the most intriguing thing about her are her dark brown eyes which aren’t hidden behind the cold, lifeless buttons you’ve grown accustomed to seeing. "You probably think this world is a dream come true, but you're wrong." Ada’s voice is calm, almost too calm. She reaches the top of the tree and leaps effortlessly onto the roof, her heels barely making a sound on the slanted tiles.

"Other" Mia and Reader

The kitchen you find yourself in is a flawless replica of the one in your new home, only everything here feels perfect. The rich aroma of roasted meats, fragrant fruits and vegetables fills the air, pulling you towards a table laden with a vibrant feast that looks like it was plucked straight from a fairy tale. The once empty cabinets, barely hanging by their hinges, are now pristine and fully stocked with gleaming tableware and homely decor. “There you are, sweetheart! You can help set the table while I finish making the gravy.” Your mother’s voice calls out from the sink, sweet and familiar. You glance up to see her, the same head of long brown hair and the recognisable white cardigan draped around her figure. Before you could come up with response, she turns her head, revealing a gentle smile and… Are those black buttons over her eyes?

[kingconia]

Hi! May I request promt number 30 and 48 with Jamil in a secret relationship with a gender neutral reader. It’s alright if you ignore this request :)

Gn!Reader x Jamil Viper

30. “I had nothing to live for, but then you came into my life. So, thank you.

48. “Kinda sucks that I can only have you like this.”

•

It was a common knowledge that the heirs had their own routines, a balanced sleep being important part of it, as they always finished their day at the same time.

They rested, and their loyal servants were rested along with them, finally having some time on themselves. Or they didn't, really.

It didn't matter.

Tied by promises and oaths, giving long ago in the past, strangled by expectations of others, bounded to protect— not to be protected—cherish—and not to be cherished—they could only ensure that their princes would be safe and sound. Contained and happy.

And what about them? Well. A life meant very little, when you weren't allowed to live it. Right?

As deeply trusted guard of the Malleus Draconia, you grew up thinking in the same way. Him above everything, his life over yours—even though, it was you, who was mortal—and his happiness over everything.

Yet...

Yet, you found yourself falling in love eventually.

With the man, who seemed just as doomed as you were.

Two hopeless shades of their masters found themselves becoming a one.

You had nothing to your names—nothing to change, give, or even to offer—but each other.

Your love was concealed, obscured by the moon, where no one could find it. No one, but you.

”Kinda sucks that I can only have you like this,” you muttered, resting your chin on Jamil's scrawny shoulder. ”I wish I could do it all the time. Hug you, at least.”

You heard as Jamil sighed, relaxing against your chest. Throwing his head back, he put his hands against yours thay were wrapped around his waist.

”We can't have that, my diamond,” he murmured solemnly. ”Remember?”

A familiar, yet unpleasant limp, stuck in your throat. How unfair.

You were mortals. Your life was so short, so undeniably fast running. And considering how often you took risks for your princes, it could end at anytime.

Yet, you couldn't even pretend to be happy. They couldn't even give you a replica of the paradise. How cruel.

”I do,” you nod.

Jamil once told that loving you felt like finding an oasis. Breathtaking, making you run desperately, scramble on the hot sand, yet never being fully able to grasp it, no matter how hard you tried.

It hurt hearing that but you know that the feeling of it was mutual.

It weren't your hearts that were so unreachable, but your future.

”My diamond,” Jamil turned his head to you, eyes meeting with yours.

”Yes, my thorn?”

”I know secret relationship isn't comfortable,” he whispered, face softening. ”I know, that it is more my problem than yours, too.”

By that, he meant, of course, that opening up about your relationship to Malleus and other Diasomnia students would be easier than ask Jamil to speak with Kalim. It was right, on some extent, but you never reminded him of that for his own sake.

What was the point?

”But I merely wanted to remind you that... I had nothing to live for, but then you came into my life. So... Thank you.”

He touched your lips softly. It wasn't even a proper kiss, but a single brush. Yet, you melted all the same, pressing your foreheads together firmly.

“Oh, but Jamil...” You tightened your embrace. ”Thank you.”

Perhaps, one day, both of you would be able to share your secret with others. And maybe, that would be the day, when your lives would be given back to you. Or maybe no. Maybe, there is no happy ending for the background characters. Maybe your hears were made to be broken.

But for now, everything was fine.

And may the peace last forever.