#a fortress called home

[piles-of-numbers]

hey I played In Stars and Time and it changed my brain chemistry

May I present to the isat tag this song: House of Lies by Seven Spires

It’s so Siffrin. Longing for a home but not knowing what it is, forgiving yourself for what you have wanted, and look at this first verse:

I know a place where dreams have died

Buried beneath a house of lies

Here in the darkness, we survive

Chanting the lessons learned in life

It’s like The House and how Sif is able to survive all these loops by doing the same things over and over again

And part of the main part is the line

Home’s where you grow

You don’t feel alone

How does it feel?

Well how should I know?

And Sif doesn’t know their childhood or where they are from.

And the singer progresses to talking about how maybe they will find home one day and it will be okay and I just.

It’s good. Listen to it.

[softness-and-shattering]

This song is gothic and haunting and beautiful and do raw and somehow so hopeful. I nerd people to be more feral about Seven Spires with me. Take that as an assignment. Its wild that theyre not better known theyre just masterful. Im working my way through the new album, this isnt even one of the singles. Haunting.

[softness-and-shattering-art]

Brought to you by today's hyperfocus, my first time properly working in A3, and my excitement about Seven Spires' upcoming album:

[Image description: photo of a pencil sketch in landscape. Its a waist-up portrait of a woman with enormously swirly long hair tossing in the wind, holding up her arms in some kind of triumph or command, her hands dramatically posed like a conductor or musician. Her face is upturned, mouth open in speech or scream or song, face painted in white with black accents around her mouth and chin, plus dramatic winged eyeliner. Shes wearing a coat lined with buttons over a patterned vest and a cravat-style neck tie fancy situation. The coat also has a stiff collar, shoulder pads and large decorative sleeve cuffs. The overall effect is spooky, pirate-y, dark academia, powerful scary woman possibly summoning a storm, or demons, or perhaps commanding an army in a storm, like she might be the last thing yoi ever see.]

Based heavily on the band's aesthetics and lore and music videos. Im thinking this piece is either named "I, The Architect", or "Fear Me. Love Me.", both lyrics from a recent single off their new album coming out next month:

[metamorphic-stranger]

"Humanity seeped away just as a dream..." ah okay I know where this line is going "slips from consciousness at first light" ?????????

[elvenpathazalea]

"So keep your dream alive, never bend or bow, or you'll join the lost souls in my almosttown" -Almosttown, Seven Spires

These lyrics are quite important to me right now

[slrmagazine]

SEVEN SPIRES Shares New Single "Portrait of Us" and Music Video

SEVEN SPIRES Shares New Single "Portrait of Us" and Music Video. #sevenspires @SevenSpiresBand

SEVEN SPIRES shares “Portrait of Us,” the fourth single from their new studio album ‘A Fortress Called Home‘ out today via Frontiers Music Srl. The track is accompanied by a new music video which is available below. The band shared this about the track: “A parade through some of our early influences, it’s arrogant, it’s playful, it might not know its place, it’s an irritating little brat of a…

[replicantapologist]

Also... It feels like they finally balanced Emerald Seas' tightness and the epicness of Gods of Debauchery. Very mature album overall.

Compare this with Solveig (and even then you could tell they were something special) and it's such a joy to see the evolution!

[theworkshopmann]

Hailstorm Home Call

Type: Cosmetic/Misc

Class: Medic

Paintable: Yes

Accepted in game: No

This cosmetic set was made by Steam users MCL15 and Vitreousglassy. Posted on November 13th 2023, you can vote for this here!

[gudriva]

Hey!! Good evening, people!

I've been working tirelessly on.. This! I really like the result and I will even say more: These two ARE THE BEST OF FRIENDS!! If I had more drawings with them, I would have made edit in TikTok with them!

I tried very hard to get closer to the style @partycoffin, and I think that to some extent I did it!

I've been working really hard on this drawing and I hope it will get at least 10 notes!

[gwah--ren]

elethea surviving the death of the archdemon raises a lot of questions from weisshaupt. questions she is able to dodge by offering them an outpost in gwaren in the form of an old fort along the coast

[themetalgodsmeltdownposts]

Seven Spires interview for The Metal Gods Meltdown By Seb Di Gatto

[dichromaticdyke]

it’s only been out for 15 minutes but When Gods Fear To Speak might be the album of the year

[softness-and-shattering]

From Gods - "I will never go home/I burned that bridge long ago/drained now full of hate I go on fueled by the only truth I know"

And then Fortress has mulriple songs about home abd feeling comfortable. Idk which songs which yet. Anyway thats growth.

[kashverse]

the first time you found nanami huddled in your shared room, you almost called an ambulance. huddling wasn’t exactly his thing. was he sick? dying? both? your mind raced through scenarios of him stoically hiding a terminal illness because “it’s not proper to trouble others.” but as you cautiously approached, ready to demand answers, you noticed the makeshift fort he’d built from your shared bedding. not just that—he’d constructed a fortress of books, an outright barricade. he looked up from his current read, glasses perched on his nose, and said, “it’s my day off.” oh. that was... anticlimactic. turns out, nanami decompresses by becoming a literature troll.

the first time you found gojo huddled in your shared room, you didn’t panic—you assumed he was trying to weasel his way out of work. which, frankly, was strange, given how much he adored tormenting his students with nonsensical training exercises. but when you walked in, the room was a battlefield. wrappers. so many wrappers. chocolates, gummies, cookies, things you weren’t even sure were technically edible. gojo lay in the middle of it, like some sugary war general, twirling a lollipop stick between his fingers. “self-care, babe,” he said with a grin, crumbs everywhere. you left him to it, but not before muttering about how cleaning up was also self-care.

the first time you found geto huddled in your shared room, your heart sank. geto huddling was a bad sign. you thought he was doing okay, considering everything—therapy sessions, reconnecting with friends, the works. but then you noticed what he was holding. a single strand of hair. his hair. your brain struggled to compute. “it’s broken,” he muttered, eyes fixed on the offending strand. “this means split ends, doesn’t it?” you blinked. his depression wasn’t back; his vanity was. “great. just great,” he sighed dramatically, retreating further into his silk pillow cave. you left him to mourn in peace.

the first time you found toji huddled in your shared room, it was well past his usual working hours. considering he’d only dragged himself home at 4am the previous night, you figured exhaustion had finally caught up to him. toji was not the type to stop moving. ever. “tired?” you asked gently. he looked up, smirking. “nah. retired.” your jaw dropped. retired? as in permanently? the man who treated work like a full-contact sport? but no joke followed. he was serious. you didn’t think you’d ever been happier in your entire life. toji laughed at your dumbfounded expression before pulling you into his ridiculous bear hug. “you’re stuck with me now, sweetheart.”

the first time you found sukuna huddled in your shared room, you froze. mostly because he was snoring. loudly. like a lion on steroids. the man could bring a house down with his sleep volume. you glanced at the peaceful chaos that was your room: one arm hanging off the bed, his face buried into your pillow like it personally offended him, and faint murmurs of incomprehensible sleep-speak. you made a calculated decision and tiptoed out, because waking sukuna from his hibernation seemed like a bad life choice. whatever ancient curse he was dreaming about could wait. better let the man sleep—who knew what destruction he’d bring when he woke up?

[metamorphic-stranger]

I think Adrienne's delivery of "forgiving and accepting all we've yearned for" in House of Lies is one of my favorite vocal moments in any song ever. So pure, so clean, it cuts right to my core.

And then to follow it up with just one word: "Home". In that weary and relenting tone, that generates images in my mind of shivering in the cold scared and alone after such a long time. Heartbreaking in the best of ways.

[torgawl]

i'm so obsessed with wriothesley's concept. his constellation being cerberus, the fortress having the 3 headed dog insignia and also being the literal representation of the underworld is just so cool. the fact they mixed catholic influences too with the whole noah's arc plot is kind of crazy. he's just that guy!!!