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thesharktanksdriver · 27 days ago

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Determination!: The all blue night (platonic)

Masterlist for the series.

I put in Zeff’s manga reasoning for loosing a leg this one cause it makes more sense and is much more impactful in my opinion. Like I get they didn’t want to put in he ate his own leg to survive because it’s super dark but I digress. Sorry for the slow rate I’m writing stuff school has been taking a big toll on me inspiration wise and kinda mentally too lol

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At some point in a long while hunger becomes or less like second nature

You knew the feeling intimately

It starts as a burning pit that consumes your entire stomach

Eating through stomach lining as acid boils over and spills into the rest of you

It travels and burns

Eating you away as hands scrape against the midriff to try and alleviate the ache

The pain

The want

The need

The agony

But eventually the pain becomes background noise

As does all pain after so long

You’d died so many times in so many different ways and yet starvation is one thing that is familiar to you

And like how death is your friend whom you see oh so often

So is hunger

Nights spent alone clutching a completely empty stomach

The pain becoming almost a comforting sensation in its familiarity

At some point you’d just accepted that your stay hungry

That even when dying over and over again and occasionally treating yourself to a meal you’d stay hungry

Because even when you ate it was never enough

Stomach still aching and swirling in its emptiness and collapsing in on itself

At some point a long time ago you used to go to bed with a full stomach and now each night your rocked to sleep by the pain of an empty one

Things used to be different

And you can’t remember what that was like anymore

So you just accepted as it was

And so you accepted you’d be forever hungry

Ending up a cruise ship wasn’t your intention but just as most things that happen to you it quickly becomes a new experience

And as always you go with the flow of things

Ending up on the cruise wasn’t planned

Nor was ending up somehow being found by a young chef boy who helped cover for you

But as always fate seemed to have different plans

And you just rolled with it

The boy’s name was Sanji, he was 10 and helped you hide in the storage area of the cruise

At night he’d sneak you out

With hands much like your own, scarred yet retaining a soft and caring quality he’d guide you through the halls

Past the creaky floorboards he knew by heart after 2 years of apparently living on this ship

Through the elegant dining rooms that housed grand chandeliers and checkerboard floors

Beneath the white table cloths of spotless tables he and you sit

Quietly looking at recipe books together or sharing stories between the two of you

Sanji was apparently from the north blue originally, but found himself on the cruise that now housed him called the orbit

The chefs found him one night

Scared and alone pillaging the kitchen

They took pity on him, partially out of genuine concern and intrigue at seeing the spark of talent in him

And since then he’s been cooking and calling this place “home”

Though that was a vague term

Much like yourself Sanji had ambitions beyond this small boat cruising the sea

He wanted to find something

Wanted to be something beyond an errand boy

Wanted to cook for anyone who’d have his food

To ensure they didn’t go to bed hungry

The way he describes it to you under a table in candlelight resounds something in you

Especially since he then takes your hands, promising he’d ensure you’d be full

That you’ll have the best food he can provide

All for you

Someone who’s still a stranger to him

A stowaway on a cruise meant for upper crust but not quite celestial dragons (yet they both act the same either way)

And he still promises he’d do everything in his power to make you content

He cooks for you as if you were someone important and not a stowaway

You nod along not having the will to tell him he’d never be able to do that

Not when you can’t remember what being full felt like anyways

And so you lie and say your full after you finish a plate even if your still staving

His blinding smile is able to make you feel the pain momentarily go away anyways

Sanji tells you one night of a place called “the all blue”

Supposedly it was the place that connected the north, south, east, and west together

Creating a sea where creatures from all four seas could coexist together

It was a chef and fisherman’s dream

But it was just that

A dream

Unattainable and imaginary

Or…at least that’s what everybody else thought

But not Sanji

And certainly not you

He speaks so hopeful about his dream

Of finding the all blue

Of proving everyone wrong

Of making his dream come true

He has the spark to do it

You can tell by his eyes alone

Sapphire hued just like the waves of the ocean he seeks

Similarly he sees a spark in your eyes as well

Almost seeming to Glow in hazy candlelight

And as you say you believe in him

In his dream

Believed in him when no one else did

Well, who’s to say he couldn’t become more motivated

Especially when your eyes shine like stars above the sea

And when in the candlelight highlighted by luminous stars hidden in irises he asks you about your dream

And in a haze of memory and emotion you tell him a story

One you cannot remember now but he holds dear in his heart

The story of wanting

The story loss

The story of loneliness

The story of a family torn apart

And the story of a devil fruit

By the end of it all you and Sanji sit in a darkened kitchen

Two stowaways on the same ship (though one is welcomed and the other is a mystery)

Both connected through the spark of a dream to sail the seas

One’s purpose clear while the other is hazed

But either which way the two talk in an empty kitchen and eat

Unknowingly both know what it feels like to starve

And both know loss

The two of you make a pinky promise, when he finds the all blue you’ll be the first to have one of his meals and you promise you’ll always be his friend

The raid of the orbit comes out of nowhere and somehow predictable at the same time

You’d come to know that your luck was something that ran out quite fast

And unfortunately you were no stranger to things such as this

But typically when a ship went down you were on the deck

Now instead you were in the storage

Stood atop boxes that were quickly being eaten up by cold unforgiving water

Yelling and screams echoes down quickly flooding halls

Waves crashing so Harshly against the ship that it begins to crack the wood, doesn’t help that the invading ship is bumping into it either

Confusion spreading through you like wildfire as the water continues to raise higher and higher

If you were anyone else you’d be scared of dying to such a fate

But your not

Your more worried about Sanji as you trudge through the wading waves

Feet becoming heavier and heavier with each step you take

Feeling as if concrete was slowly forming shoes over your boots or chains manifesting from the cold water that sucks warmth from you

By now it’s just above your waist and the effects of it really begin to hit you

Soon enough you’d be immobile

Unable to move and frozen like a Statue for the waves that’ll sink you with it

If you didn’t die from the cold first but you doubted that

With how the steadily rising of it your definitely drowning before hypothermia or shock

Though at this point even the pain of choking on salt water, it quickly filling your lungs for the burn of air loss to help fill the liquid

But then you hear sloshing through the blaring of your ears

And your name

It echoes and for a moment you need a moment to realize what was said or who even called out

But then it hits you

Sanji

He came back for you

Came back knowing you’d be in danger

Came back knowing you were in an area with water

Came back knowing you’d be eaten up by the waves if he didn’t

Came back because he knew knew you ate a devil fruit

Shaking cold hands grab your own and he drags you with him

But at the point in which the water gets to the point of immobilizing you he decides to pick you up instead

Placing you on his back as he drags both himself and you through flooding halls

Water splashes

Yelling continues

Sanji’s rapidly thumbing heart echoes through your ribcage as you helplessly lay your head on his shoulder

He should’ve left you there to save himself

You say so to his face

But despite that he yells at you for being an idiot

About how in the hell you expected him to leave you there to die

Not when he promised he’d cook you the first meal he’d make when he found the all blue

Not when you were the only one who enjoyed his cooking

Through the chaos you and him stumble out into the deck

The boat rocking violently as rain and sea water pelts down on you like hail

Your still weak because of this, the water soaking you to the bone

But thoroughly out of being submerged you slink off of Sanji’s back

But he holds your hand

It shakes in your grip

He’s scared and you can’t blame him

Swords clash all around the two of you, and somehow both of you weave through the carnage

For reasons you don’t like to think about he seemed used to fighting just as you were

But unlike you who content in laying down and dying he fights

Sanji will die clawing to survive

It’s why he picks up a sword

Why he points it at a pirate despite the fact he won’t win

Why he pushes you behind him even if your stronger and older than him

Because Sanji cares

And that’s something very rare now in the world

Even when the captain of the crew comes up to the two of you Sanji doesn’t back down

He proudly declares his dream

To find the all blue

And within that captains eyes you see it

That same spark, that same dream, that same determination

Though it’s dying and faded it for a moment lights up once more

You see it before being engulfed by water and grasp for it

You, Sanji and the pirate known as Zeff end up on a barren rock in the middle of the ocean

No grass nor trees

Just a jutting stone too far up from the water to safely jump in from or fish

Stuck after the captain with dimming eyes saved both you and Sanji after a colossal wave swept the two of you off ship

In the water despite your attempts in making Sanji let you go he didn’t

His grip had held stead-strong as he kept trying to pull you up with him

Unable to even as air escaped his lungs

But Zeff intervened

And the three of you were alive for now

But you could hardly call this living

You sit with Sanji looking out towards the sea, hoping for a ship to cross by

The food given by Zeff won’t last long to feed either of you past a few days, you know that

Even if Sanji does his best to ration it between the two of you

You know one of you won’t survive

And you know you won’t let it be him

Starvation is not a new go around for you

It’s probably your most common death besides dehydration, drowning or hypothermia

But it’s not a fun way to go even if the pain of a empty stomach became commonplace for you

You can’t let Sanji die that way

Not before finding the all blue

So when he’s not looking you hid the food he gives you

Hiding each piece and scrap of moldy bread

Keeping it from his sapphire eyes that become more and more sunken like your own

Keeping the fact how much pain your in from him

You distract from it all by telling him more stories

Of singing songs even if your throat feels like sand paper is scraping against it with each word

Each syllable

Each hum

But you don’t care

Not when you see his eyes reignite with hope

Not when his sullen face pulls up into a smile when you tell him of when you learned piano from a crew who befriended a whale

Not when they sparkle with curiosity when hearing of a land atop the clouds with white winged people

Not when you see the slightest bit of ease when you tell him of the constellations

Pointing to the stars and explaining their meaning

Telling him how no one was ever truly alone when the stars hung and watched

That’s what’s you had told yourself after so many weeks alone drifting

That the stars were watching

That you weren’t alone as you clutched Roger’s coat closer

Everyone was made of stardust and in the end that’s where they returned when they died

You weren’t alone, not with the stars watching over you

Not when Roger was watching over you

As you lay awake while Sanji clings to you for warmth you pull the coat closer around the two of you

One night as Sanji slept you snuck to the other side of the island

Zeff doesn’t face you, but the smell of iron lingers in a scent as familiar as the sea to you

Blood

It stains the ground and air in its presence

It’s familiar to you though, even if that’s a sad fact to admit

Sitting down next to the old captain you look to the night sky

Your oldest friend of them all

Bleak and empty with the stars being the only boots of light penetrating the deep darkness

Dead stars continuing to shine even after being extinguished, their light still traveling eons away to hit your eyes in their gentle glow amidst the sorrow and joy of life

His hand trumps your shoulder as you sit next to him, he can probably feel the bone beneath now paper thing flesh

Fat being eaten away by your body to try and survive

Leaving you a shell of yourself even moreso than him or Sanji

He can tell, and despite not looking in his diminishing eyes you can sense the horror in them

His shaking hand is enough to tell you

But despite it all you smile at him, now looking at the weathered man

Your eyes speak volumes that he can’t decipher in such little amount of time

But even with that he sees the understanding and acceptance of your own fate

And it crushes him

Grinds him down to his very spirit

And Zeff is left speechless as you tend to his tourniquet and stump of a leg

Still bloody and raw

You don’t flinch at the sight at all

If anything you gaze at blood and gore as if it were normal

Examining it as if it were a paper cut before assuring him it’s luckily not infected and that he cut off his blood circulation correctly

How you knew this knowledge was beyond him

And yet you knew it all the same

Humming a soft tune to yourself that he hears softly in the daytime across the little barren rock of an island

It’s raspy and quiet

And at the same time hauntingly loud in his ears

It seems to linger there even as you go back to Sanji

As does the fact you know what your fate is

And that there’s nothing him nor the boy could do for you, your body on the cusp of death that nothing could change that

But all the same you smile and sing in the face of it all

As if awaiting death like an old friend at a bar

Drunk on the remaining days of your life as you sung songs awaiting his arrival

You’ve always known when your time was near, you always seemed to sense it before it had come

Maybe death was a sentient entity and you’d just been able to sense it better as time went on

Or maybe you were just so used to your body shutting down that you’d noticed the signs before it happened

But either which was you knew your time was soon

There was no crying about it

Nor shivers of fear

If anything it felt more like a release and a hopeful occasion

Because you’d be released from the hunger if only to feel your stomach become empty again (but for the moment you wake in that void where you clutch a golden star the pain is gone)

If only to be released from this barren prison and find a way to save Sanji and Zeff

Because if you died you could get them help

That was seemingly the only purpose of your powers anyways

Die

Comeback

Rinse and repeat

You were fine with it though

As long as it meant you were able to help others (even at your own expense)

Every moment drags on

Every twitch of your finger takes so much out of you

Your body not having enough to power it

Despite it though you sit beside Sanji one last time

You sing for him and tell him stories

Tell him of the grand line and its wonders

The new world and its mystery

Trailing off occasionally for a break as everything becomes harder to do

The words seeming to slur and slosh around in your mouth

He can tell something is wrong

By the tears gathering in ocean blue eyes he knows

So he savours what you say

What you tell

What you sing

The words being engraved in his mind as paper thin skeletal hands clutch his own

That night he falls asleep much later than he usually did

He sits staring up to the stars you’d told him of

His grip deathly tight on your hand

Thumb lightly grazing your pulse as if to ensure himself your still there

Still breathing

Still alive

Using your pulse to try and keep himself awake even if it’s wasting precious energy

When he eventually drifts off with tears gathered in his eyes (knowing you’d be deathly still in the morning, cold and stiff and forever asleep) you tell him to find it

The all blue

He dreams of that place when you slip from his grasp

He dreams of the fishes mingling together when you take out the scraps hidden away and placing them in his pile

He dreams of preparing when you hobble over to Zeff

He dreams of cooking when the old man begs you to eat, to be selfish and you reply that you are being selfish. That you want him and Sanji to live for your sake and that was as selfish as it came

He dreams of serving you a dish when the old man can do nothing but hold you close and not want to let go and yet eventually you slip away

He dreams of your reaction as you say to Zeff your gonna go get some rest and promise to get them help with a gentle smile

He dreams of sitting beside you with his feet in the water wadding slowly, the sight of a sunset fading quickly into night

Briefly he jostles momentarily awake when you lay back next to him, smiling and telling him to get some rest

Halfway asleep he nods, partially thinking it was his dream because he’s had no one care for him like this except you (and mom and maybe Reiju)

So of course for the moment in which he’s only partially aware he sees it as a happy dream

You hold him close and he goes back to dreaming

He dreams of you sitting by his mom in that hospital bed, a dish for the two of you in her lap while you fade into the nothingness that is night

When he wakes that morning he wakes up alone and cold

He lays there for several minutes sobbing to himself as he notices the food he rationed out for you a few feet away untouched and moldy

Sanji sobs and his all blue eyes spill with tears

Across the island the old man does the same

Your body is not on the island and unknowingly to them faded to stardust

But both later come to the conclusion that in your last moments you’d decided to take the plunge into the water

To not leave them with a rotting corpse on that barren rock (since despite both of their hunger neither would eat your corpse. Zeff could eat his own leg in desperation but that was his leg, not the dead body of a child)

A reminder of both their failures

One in protecting the two young children he sacrificed his leg for

And the other in promising you’d be the first to taste his dream

Unbeknownst to them across the sea a young child reports to a ship of being a survivor of the orbit

Saying that they saw two others shipwrecked on a rocky island jutting out from the ocean

As a ship is sent off to investigate an odd group of crows end up dropping food on the barren island to Sanji and Zeff’s bitter relief

Two loafs of bread and a canteen of water being able to get them a few more days before rescue

The urge to go see them is there within your heart, but for their sake you decide not to

You’d caused them too much pain in the first place

You don’t want to rub salt in the wound

Plus you’d prefer oregano instead to season yourself

Sanji is a troubled child, he’s self aware to know that about himself

It’s perhaps why everyone hated him

But for some reason you didn’t and surprisingly enough so did Zeff

The two of you handed out kindness to him as if he deserved it

As if he weren’t a failure on so many levels both genetically and emotionally

In a sense he could get why you did it, a kid only maybe a year or two older than him

Someone he viewed as his closest friends despite the relativity of time spent together and as a sibling he wishes he had (the now healed bruises and scars you saw but never pushed to ask about as you helped put salves over the old wounds are evident of that)

Someone who sacrificed themselves for him, for some fucking reason saving your food for him even as you withered away before his eyes

If he had been more watchful he would’ve noticed it, but being half there on that island starved and scared left him more like a shell

Made him ignorant until it was too late

He could accept why you care, but he can’t accept why Zeff cares

Can’t accept why this man, a hardened pirate would give a shit about him

Offer him kindness

Take him in

Mentor him

And eat his own leg to ensure Sanji and you wouldn’t go hungry (partially worked in the end)

Sanjis sometimes gets kindness from women, moms warm hugs are evident in his mind as is the tears from a sister who tells him to go and be free

Sanji’s sometimes kindness from those his age, your the shining example but he can also think of a few guests in the orbit who played games with him in its halls

But most of all Sanji has never experienced kindness from a man

So seeing Zeff go out of his way for him

Seeing how Zeff on the rescue ship doesn’t let anyone hound him for invasive answers and ensures he gets food first

The good food the ship goers give in pity that he scrounges up with a snotty noose and runny eyes, Zeff always lets him eat first before having his own fix

How Zeff rubs his back as the both mourn

It means a lot more than words can say

As does the fact that Zeff on a silent night says he’s going to open a restaurant on the sea

And that he needs staff

A silent invitation that is solidified as Sanji quietly takes his hand with tears in his eyes

If the old man is crying Sanji doesn’t comment

Not even if raindrops fall down from a clear night sky and pelt his dirtied kitchen apron

Not when he’s held close in loving arms

Not when they sit in the deck both brokenly humming the song you’d sing like a broken record

Out of tune and off key

It plays when the two of them cook in the kitchen of the baratie

Sanji always looks to the stars when he takes a smoke break, Zerg occasionally accompanying him on the balcony in a somber silence

And even though Sanji hates wasting food he can’t help but make an extra plate sometimes

Can’t help but subconsciously make more than needed to feed someone not there

Zeff doesn’t comment on it and tells the others to lay off if they ask Sanji about it

He can’t judge when he sometimes does the same

Can’t when he sometimes looks out to sea and hears your humming in the waves

The small song sung by a raspy throat that helped ease hours of the days spent on that barren rock

Days in which he worries of his wound being infected

Days in which he worried for the boy who shared his dream and the child who looked as if they accepted death

And it stays with him

Because Zeff can so clearly see your sunken face when he spots a starved begger on the street

Can so clearly see how you curled up at night trying to keep Sanji warm as skeletal hands clung to you

Can clearly see your eyes when he stares out at night, the full shine of stars that looked so bleak

Can so clearly see you valued the two of them more than yourself no matter how either of them tried to save you

And yet they couldn’t do it

You weren’t here anymore, no body to bury or honour either

Nothing but a barren rock and cold salty water to serve as your grave

The chefs at baratie try to question when one night a year they see Zeff and Sanji leave a full plate of food on the deck

But none of them ever get an answer except it was for someone hungry they couldn’t feed

Patty always tries to chase away the crows that peck at the food but each year they return to eat that plate of food until nothing is left

And oddly enough the murder always seems to leave behind a loaf of bread in the plates place

Years later a cannonball crashes through the baratie

Cracking and breaking timber in of what Sanji calls a home

Besides that and a marine asshole with his beautiful date it’s a mostly normal day

Not the worse he’s experienced

Nor the best

Average would be the best way to put it, the baratie often times seeming more like a fight club rather than a proper cooking establishment

If the smirk wasn’t enough I n the douches face then it was the fact he wasted perfectly good food

The thought sickens him

A sunken starved face stares back at him from the wasted soup

Boney and dead

It leaves him sick to his stomach especially when a starved pirate stumbles through the door

And everything seems to come back to him all at one once

Especially the man’s eyes, they look too much like your own on those last few days on the hellish rock

Soulless and empty

When he places a plate in front of the starved man he doesn’t expect anyone from the dinning room to follow in his example

Not with their cheering of the man being beaten down by patty

But stepping through the side door someone follows

He extinguishes his cigarette and turns around just as he hears the clink of another plate being lowered to the wooden deck

And it’s there that Sanji freezes

Your eyes stare back at him in just as much shock

A cigarette long forgotten falls to the deck and is extinguished when he steps on it

His arms wrap around your own as tears drop freely from his eyes

You hold him the same as you did the last

One hand laced in golden hair while the other pats his back

His knees buckle from the weight of it all

This has to be a dream

He only sees you in dreams or in the faces of the truly hungry

Your sunken starry eyes staring out from others

But your here

And your healthy and safe and alive

And despite the fact he’s confused as all hell

He can’t help but thank whatever god there is out there that your here again

Not just a reflection of a memory

Your here

When you pull away he can’t help but want to pull you back just to ensure you don’t go

To not make the same mistake that Zeff did in letting you go that he still regrets every single day of his life

But as you pull away you don’t do so entirely, you hold both his hands as he kneels to match your level

A confused starved pirate watches confused alongside a boy in a straw hat

“I know you probably have a lot of questions” you say, your hands fidgeting in his with nervousness. You expect him to be mad, to blow up at you and yell at you to leave but he doesn’t, instead you feel his thumb rubbing circles comfortingly on your knuckles. “Think you can get the old man? I think I owe it to you to explain….oh and I’ll pay for the food. I grabbed a random plate on the way here”

#determination!#one piece #platonic #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece sanji #one piece zeff #sanji op #sanji x reader #poor sanji #lol

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siren-serenity · 1 year ago

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sleeping beauty 💜🖤

beware the sleeping beauty

characters: vil schoenheit, rook hunt, gn!reader warnings: slight swearing, descriptions of corpses (light) a/n: - thank you @jade-s-nymph for allowing me to join your halloween collab! can't wait to see everyone else's work! - feedback is appreciated! - honorable tags -> @azulashengrottospiano, @officialdaydreamer00, @hisui-dreamer, @ceruleancattail, @identity-theft-101, @siphoklansan, @merotwst, @the-dumber-scaramouche

The walls were dangerous, but not unclimbable. They scraped your knees and rubbed angrily against your skin, but you persevered onwards. Crimson beads of blood could be seen on the dull grey rocks if one cared to look carefully. There was a light in your eyes that couldn't, no, wouldn't be extinguished no matter what the elders of your village said.

"J-Just, just a bit more!" You grunted as your blister-covered hands finally grabbed onto a flat surface and you pulled yourself up with all the remaining stress you had in yourself. "This is for Rook..."

You could imagine Rook's deep, rich laughter and feel his curious gaze on you. You could practically hear him say, "Mon ami, just a bit more! There's so much beauty in climbing a cliff instead of just flying up here, isn't there?"

"Fuck that, Rook," You muttered and heaved yourself up. Lying on your back, you let out exhausted exhales and shakily pumped your fist in the air. "Made it at last!"

The sky seemed closer than ever. If you reached up, you could practically touch the wispy clouds. But the strange, slightly acidic air and the eerie silence of the wilderness reminded you of your duty and you crawled onto your feet.

"Holy shit...."

The castle, named 'Pomefiore', was covered in thorns and thick veins. The stonework was crumbling and cracking and the rusted chains on the drawbridge creaked as you walked across it. You vividly remembered climbing up here with Rook years ago; the moat was a crystal blue color that made the blond ramble and gasp with awe. Now, you crouched, and instead of sapphire blue, gooey thick green slurp stared back at you. A bubble formed and hissed as it popped; you flinched back.

"What happened to you?" You murmured, pressing a hand to the large double doors. They screeched as you pushed, grunting as you did so. It was dark inside. You twirled your purple-gemmed pen in a familiar motion and a small orb of light formed.

You laughed, staring at the orb. "Professor would be proud that I managed to do so...can't wait to show Rook!"

Rook Hunt...cold water drowned you, reminding you of what you were here for again. You sobered up. Pointing your pen forward, you slowly crept forward, attentive to each and every whisper of wind in the nooks and crannys of the castle.

A week ago, Rook had arrived at your house with a skip in his step and adrenaline glinting in his emerald eyes. He had come to you with a proposition - to join him on a journey to the haunted Pomefiore to appreciate its beauty. You had denied it (you never regretted a decision more in your life) because you were helping your friend, Epel, with the apple harvesting. The light in his eyes diminished, but he had respected your decision. Last time you saw him, he was walking away wearing his signature velvety purple cloak and his bow and arrows hoisted on his back. His blond hair shined in the sun as he took one last look back and waved to you.

That was a week ago.

He hasn't returned since.

SCREECH

"Who's there?!" You pointed your pen in the direction of the noise. Your eyes widened at what you found. A loud shout tore from your throat as you stumbled backward. "What the fuck?"

A dead body, preserved perfectly as if it was just slumbering, greeted you. The only way you knew it was a corpse was because of the lack of breathing and the unnatural paleness of their skin.

He had red hair that reminded you vividly of the apples on Epel's farm, but richer in hue. His hands were folded over his chest peacefully as if he was just sleeping. The corpse wore a white coat dress with a variety of interesting card-like patterns and yellow rims. There were many roses adorning his clothing that curled into itself as if they were dying alongside their owner.

Nothing but morbid curiosity brought you closer to the corpse. Floating the orb over him, your eyes scanned his body for any signs of struggle...only to find none.

"Strange."

You leaned in closer. "He looks as if he's sleeping...no bruises."

You bowed your head to the corpse, praying for the youthful-looking boy before dashing the hell out of there. But now that your paranoia caused the light to shine brighter, you saw more and more of the corpses lingering in the hallways. Some were lying against the wall while others were in the middle of the walkway. They all looked so different; you saw one with bright blue hair, another had wolfish ears, and two had identical turquoise blue hair with a streak of black.

"Oh Sevens, Rook! Where are you?" You practically sprinted to the largest double doors you've ever seen. Something was inscribed on them with gold; you didn't care to look and only grunted while pushing with all your might. In hindsight...you should have never ignored the warnings and the gruesome series of pictures. Most importantly, you should have noticed the golden apple with a dagger stabbed in the core. The apple...that had skull eyes staring blankly at the viewer.

"Nothing to lose, nothing to fear. "

You spun around in the empty throne room, shrieking 'Who's there?!' without a reply. Your chest heaved up and down as you shuddered in pure terror and fear. You couldn't even see Rook's body anywhere and a lone tear fell from your eyes. How could you face his parents? His siblings? They were all waiting for you to come back like a hero and with Rook in tow. How could you dare face them?

"The shining crown is meant for me."

Your back hit against something firm and human. With fear flooding your veins, you slowly turned around and let out the most heartwrenching scream.

"Rook!" You shook his shoulders. They were cold. Too cold. Your shaking hands cradled his chin and his head lolled to the side. His emerald eyes were half-lidded and the color seemed murky. Something whispered in your mind, slowly building in tempo and crescendo. He's dead. He's dead. He's dead.

"ROOK!"

You let out another cry and it echoed in Pomefiore's lonely walls. Suddenly, you didn't care about how cold his body was or how unnatural it felt. All you wanted to do was just have one last hug from your platonic soulmate, even though he had left you alone in this mortal realm. You needed him because he was your sun and you were the moon drawn to his charisma and power. You and Rook were inseparable from youth to now and you didn't want to change it anytime soon.

"Fairest One Of All."

You froze in Rook's cold embrace. Ice gripped your heart in terror and you could only let out shaky breaths that rattled your lungs.

Heels echoed on the marble floors of the throne room. You couldn't look; something had forced you to stay still. You didn't know if you were fortunate or unfortunate, fortunate to know that you wouldn't have to face the enemy and instead the last thing you saw was Rook's reassuring figure or unfortunate to have so much suspense grip your throat.

Poisonous, acidic air flooded the throne room and you hacked out coughs. Blood splattered Rook's purple robes and you only widened your eyes in horror. Your grip around the pen tightened but no spell or curse came to your rattled mind. Just pure terror.

"Fall asleep for all eternity. Wither away with your friends. Accompany me in my loneliness until my end."

Your eyes drooped by an unnatural force. You could feel your limbs slacking and the muscles relaxing to a frightening degree. Your head lolled forward, thumping against Rook's cold chest and your body flop sideways.

The last thing you saw before eternal slumber took you in their grasp was the most beautiful man with blond-fading-to-lavender locks.

Vil Schoenheit

Sleeping Beauty

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It has been many years since she had last felt somebody roam her hallways. Only a week ago, there was a young soul, burning with passion and youth, roaming her walls. Rook Hunt was the soul's name and he burned brighter like any fire she had ever seen. It was his fatal flaw and his greatest strength that brought him to his knees in the throne room - his wanting to explore and treasure every bit of beauty the world had to offer.

He had whispered something in French as his shaky hands touched the golden carvings on the walls and marveled over the paintings of old. She watched as he delicately cradled the artifacts and gracefully placed them back to where they belonged.

She watched as Sleeping Beauty got to him. Time and time again, these explorers could do nothing but succumb to Sleeping Beauty's magnificient power. Once upon a time, she would have clapped her hands with glee and tried to recruit him to her ranks. 'We would be unstoppable together' she would have said, eyes gleaming with promises. Now, she just mourns the loss of another soul, another death indirectly caused by her haunting beauty.

She rests, soul aging and tired. She couldn't do anything but let Sleeping Beauty roam her halls like a ghost, she was powerless to his magic as well.

Pomefiore weeps.

Somebody creeps across the drawbridge.

A new soul had arrived.

And Sleeping Beauty awakens once more.

#spooky chattering 2023 #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #pomefiore

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10/18/24 12:00 AM

NEW FUCKING MACHINE GIRL ALBUM JUST DROPPED WE FUCKING LISTENING BITCH

1:Ok fr tho already heard first song from single its aight (better than i remember now that im listening again) ((theres also no lyrics out yet so im not gonna mention those at all))

2:Second song titled "nu nu meta phenomenon" is fucking INCREDIBLE the sound design and awesome drums continue the awesome trend of live instrumentation mixed with glitchy elements that leads to a heavenly experience!

3:Glitchy goodness continues on the third track, which has some amazing synth leads that are just a fucking amazing vibe. The ending is great aswell! A nice build up and climax to some CRAZY noise.

4:The standout element of this album is definitely the drums. The groove you get from them is exemplified perfectly on this track. Pretty nice track although ill have to let it grow on me a bit ngl.

5:This track is completely unique from anything else ive heard on the album. (I cannot get over the fact that the first verse uses the same flow as your favorite martian on mr douchebag.) The sound design continues to be otherwordly, legitimately so on this track sounding like music from outerspace. The latter half of this track is a lot more smooth and enjoyable than the first half.

6:Ohhh my god this interlude is amazing. Super ambient yet creepy vibes. Just a really nice relaxing track im definitely coming back to a ton.

7:Ive heard this song before. Absolute peak. Easily top 3 machine girl songs ever released, imo. Perfect blend of awesome electronic drums and live instrumentation in the more "punk rock" sections. The idm sections have an awesome groove and the transitions to the punk rock sections are just SO good. When this first dropped i was very surprised by it, but hearing it in context it makes perfect sense and fits snuggly as the center of this album.

8:Super cool track. Awesome drum grooves with some really unique vocals. Overall this is just a really fun song, with the high pitch really "bright" sounding instruments. The switch up later on brings a really nice element to this track aswell. Will be returning to this track many times i can tell. Not much to say here its just really good lol

9:The high pitch vocals really make this track for me. Super (again) groovy feel and awesome sound. The chaotic ending gives this track a good feel that makes it stand out from the rest of the tracklist

10:Living up to its name, "Grindhouse" starts with super dark feeling, as if you are in a house party on acid in a movie. This track just gets me moving man its so dancable! The second part of this track blends themes of house and techno with the experimental dark sound going on here, machine girl style with crazy sound design and distinctly machine girl vocals. This song just has a bounce to it that i love.

11:Another great interlude that sounds like a radio transition on a bad trip.

12:Transition into this song was amazing. The vocals already are captivating me with this aphex twin drukqs synth vibe, similar to cock/ver10. Vibing hard to this crazy ass track, just loving this switchup midway through, suddenly switching to a nice chill beat that still somehow sounds cracked out. AND IT SWITCHES UP AGAIN! Holy this song is so fucking good... the bass synths going loud in my ears and insane sounds im hearing definitely makes this track sound exactly like its name, "schizodipshit". The glitchyness adds to it aswell, and the cut back to reality with this simple beat right after omggg this song is phenomenal!!!!!

13:This was the third single for MG Ultra, and i love this song through and through, from the starting section with amazing drumming and superb chorus. I know the lyrics by heart to this song already i love it so much!! Its super relatable to me with it being about being belittled in small ways adding and not feeling respected by your peers. With lines like "psychic attack, when you're talking shit behind my back, psychic attack when i fall and hear your laughter" reveals this theme. Amazing final track that is a perfect closer for this just amazing album.

FINAL THOUGHTS: This album is the start of a new direction for machine girl, one of punk rock influence and more live instrumentation which I am really excited for! This keeps the same crazy energy and wild sound design and mixes it with punk rock groovyness. A must listen for machine girl fans. They have outdone themselves with this record. 10/10

#mg ultra #machine girl #new release #new music #music #spotify #intelligent dance music #first listen #idm #Spotify

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Skz Minho + Paranoia by Kang Daniel, 1500 words or less

The rain wakes him, pounding against the covered window beside his bed.

He turns his head and stares at the wooden planks that cover it for a long moment, waiting for thunder to follow. Lightning flashes through the lingering cracks between the planks that he never bothered to cover, and he sits up, shivers shooting down his spine, eyes fixated.

He waits, and waits longer, heartbeat growing loud in his ears, nearly drowning out the storm. There's a loud crash of thunder that feels as though it shakes the house, lightning, and then he sees it again, through the tiny gaps in the planks, trying to push through.

He jumps up and runs to the kitchen, blindly searching for something, anything, stumbling over his feet, pricking his fingers, before he finds a knife and bolts back into the bedroom, brandishing it at the rotted fingers that try to claw their way through the boarded window.

His chest feels tight, and it's hard to breathe, hard to think, but he needs to go to it, he needs to kill it, kill it before it gets inside and kills him -

"Jagiya?"

Han calls from his right, voice muffled by the blanket he has tucked up to his chin. When there's no answer, the sheets shuffle with his groggy movement. "Minho?"

The knife trembles in Minho's grip. When he looks back at the window and waits for the lightning to flash again, the fingers are gone. It's just them. Nothing is trying to get in. "I'm - I'm here," Minho whispers, willing his voice not to shake. "I'm here."

Han makes a soft noise that's meant to be a confirmation.

"Come back to bed," he mumbles, and Minho exhales, hand lowering to his side. He slides the knife under his pillow as he climbs back into bed, and tries to pretend that he doesn't feel something else watching his back as he curls around Han once more.

It's always hard to bring himself to unlock the door, his hands shaking as he reaches for the final bolt just beneath the doorknob. Han is already hidden away in the basement, something he does now without being asked, Minho locking the door behind him.

Han hadn't understood it at first, why Minho had asked such a thing of him, but then the older had explained, breathless and trembling behind a hot cup of tea.

The air outside wasn't safe for someone like Han, someone with skin untouched by a toxic sun. It isn't safe to breathe, to look, to be near, and Minho's skin was used to the ashes, to the radiation and ruin and rejection of a planet that never recovered. His skin wouldn't bubble or bruise or seep, but Han's would, and he needed to go down into the basement to be safe whenever Minho went to open the door.

Han always needed to be safe.

Minho couldn't protect him from the world ending, but he could protect him from this.

The door sticks to the molding when he tries to tug it open - the Earth was too hot now, too cold later, too inhabitable for anyone but them - he gives it a shove of his shoulder, heart stuck in his throat, and staggers outside.

He looks around, takes it all in, and nearly chokes on the acid taste of the air. The troves of rumble and rock and remains. He tumbles backwards, slamming the door shut behind him less than a second later, breathing heavily, tears in his eyes.

There was no outside anymore, no matter how many times he checks. There is nowhere for them to go. They need to stay here. They need to keep staying here.

He needs to keep Han safe.

"Minho," Han calls, thumbing through an old book that predicts a world of gentle ocean waves and lush, endless forests. Minho hums from across the room, counting their rations, trying to make them last. He doesn't want to go back out, not ever. He's done looking. They could just stay here, and if they lowered their intake...if he ate just barely anything and gave Han what remained...they could make it.

They could do it.

Han flicks through a few more pages before he stops on one filled to the brim with jumbled bits of writing. "Is it safe?" Minho pauses his count. Turns towards Han and watches as he traches over someone else's writing, like it means something. The thought nearly sours his stomach.

Han had him. Why would he need anyone else?

"No," he says, watching as Han's shoulders hunch inward and his entire body seems to deflate. "I don't think it's ever going to be safe outside." The silence stretches long after his answer. It makes Minho uncomfortable in a way, that Han could ever sit in silence with him like this when there are so many other things they could be doing instead.

Han's finger traces over the writing again. It's not Minho's writing.

Minho's stomach turns and twists itself inside out. He stands when he can't take it anymore, crossing the short distance between them and taking a seat on the floor behind Han, tucking himself against the younger's back. His chin presses hard into the curve of his neck, and he wraps his arms around him, holding him close.

He doesn't say anything else. He doesn't need to, when Han hesitantly slides his hand into his own a few moments later.

Minho feels pathetic today, standing at the kitchen counter and staring at the remains of an empty can. The remnants of sleep are crusted at the corners of his eyes, and exhaustion tugs at his body, weighing him down. His legs feel like lead, and his feet like cement blocks, meant to keep him below the surface, unable to catch a breath.

There's blood on the counter. There's a knife beside it.

He thinks it's his blood.

He doesn't remember whose blood it really is, when a million eyes had turned and stared and asked him why. He doesn't remember taking the knife and running it across his wrist until his wrist had turned the color they had wanted it to be. He doesn't remember the smile they had given him as they had asked for more.

Minho feels pathetic today, unable to finish the job they ask of him, unable to look Han in the eye and pretend that what they do is right when it all just feels wrong. Han was never supposed to be here, and Minho was never supposed to invite him in. Minho was never supposed to get lost - steal a glance at Han and never want to let him go, greedy in the way he grabs at his wrists, hungry in the way he presses close and doesn't turn away.

Selfish. So selfish that he deserves being told to end his life so that another can start.

Gentle fingers curl around his shoulder. Minho doesn't react. If they've come to take him, he won't fight. He's sick of them looking at him like this, sick of the torment, sick of all the images they paint for him on the backs of his eyelids.

"Hyung," Han whispers, gently tugging him back. "What'd you do?"

Minho feels a shaky exhale rattle through his body, and doesn't know what to say. Does he say the truth, and let Han discover everything he's been trying to hide? Does he lift his arm and allow the blood to run freely onto the kitchen tile? Does he take the knife and slit his own throat before -

"I thought we were eating dinner together."

Han's cheek presses against his shirt. His careful fingers travel down and play with a loose string at the hem. The tone of his voice sounds...playful, not absolutely horrified, like Minho had thought it would've been. Something isn't right about this. He should say something, ask if the other is seeing what Minho's seeing, what Minho is, at the core of all of this, a twisted being with a disgustingly twisted mind.

But then Minho blinks, and the world is brought back into sharpened focus.

The counter isn't stained with blood, it's stained with what was supposed to be their dinner. Beets fresh from an old tin can, smeared against the counter, against the side of the sink, painting the side of the knife's blade. He dares to glance down at his arm, so sure it had been dripping blood, only to see more red. But it's the red of a vegetable, and not the inside of his arm.

He hears laughter. Han's not laughing.

Minho feels sick, and then he feels nothing at all.

He wants to say he doesn't remember how the fight started, but the truth is that he does, and there's glass shattering two inches from his head before he can stop it. He looks up and it's impossible to miss the glare Han shoots him, or the tears slipping down his cheeks. He's upset, and angry, and every other emotion close to it as he reaches for another picture frame.

There's a part of Minho that tells him to stand there and not move, to stand there and let the glass puncture his body, his arms, his face, to let it stab him in however which way so that he can actually feel something that isn't the stare of a million eyes or the feeling of rotting hands pulling at his feet or Han's red cheeks and running nose.

Han yells and tosses the frame, choking out another sob. Minho's body moves against his mind's wishes, allowing the picture frame to hit the hardwood floor behind him, glass fracturing into tiny pieces.

Minho turns and looks back at the picture, half out of the frame and crumpled around the edges. It's one of him from what feels like another life; he was seven and had won his first sports contest, trophy clutched tightly between two tiny hands. His mother's finger is in the picture, taking up one corner of the frame.

His father was gone by then, and it didn't take long for his mother to follow.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Han screams, jolting Minho back to the present as he turns just in time for the other to launch himself forwards, fists pounding on his chest. Minho's back hits the wall with a thump as Han cries and hits him, over and over again. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Minho swallows, and avoids looking at the boarded windows, the duct-taped vents, the busted doorknobs. It's never enough, not when there's millions of eyes and only one of him. He can't keep them both safe anymore, not like this. Not when he's broken, and Han is ripping out the rest of his pieces.

There's nothing left to say.

Minho tries to grab his wrists, but Han jerks away from his touch, and one of his fists knocks into Minho's shoulder hard enough for it to sting. It stuns him, that the one person he's done everything to protect doesn't want his protection anymore. It echoes in his mind until it's the only thing he can hear, and he reaches a hand up to the side of his head, tugging at his hair. Han hates him. He hates him. Minho can't protect him anymore. It's all over. Everything's over.

He should've known it would end this way. Nothing ever lasts, and he was foolish to think that this would.

Han shouts again, and Minho blinks, tilting his head up. His heart aches. His head screams. Han cries into his hands until his tears spill onto the floor, one after another. Minho wants to reach out for him, hold him until he quiets, just like he used to when he first found him. He would cry for hours and hours, and all Minho could provide was the warm comfort of his own jagged body until Han had finally realized this was exactly where he belonged.

He still belonged here, even if he didn't think so.

"Han," he whispers, the letters bitter against his throat.

"That's not my name," Han says, sniffling, red-rimmed eyes locking with his. "Do you even remember?"

Minho's mouth opens, and then closes. They laugh at him from the shadows, cruel and callous, but Minho was cruel and callous, wasn't he? When he took Han in, and called him by a different name until it was all he could remember. Because his real name came from the outside, and they were no longer apart of the outside, not now, not after all of this. Minho never was, but Han used to be.

He used to be.

"Let me out," Han says, already moving towards the door that sits on the other side of the room.

Minho's heart jumps, beating hard against his ribcage as he stumbles over his own two feet. No. No, anything but that. He can't leave, he'll die if he leaves, his skin will burn, his breath will get caught his throat and Minho will be left all alone and he can't do this if he's alone, not anymore, not after being with someone else for so long -

"No!" Minho yells, throwing himself forwards, fingers slipping around Han's elbow just as he reaches for the knob. Han stills, still sniffling, chest heaving. Minho grips him tighter. Anything but this. Anything but losing the one thing he has left. "Please," he says, fighting against the sound of his own choked tone. "Please don't." He pauses, unsure of what to say. Would anything make him stay now that the truth has come out? "I can't lose you."

Han huffs, the sound strangely twisted. "You already have," he mumbles, defeated, and before Minho can stop him, he's pulling out of his grip and reaching for the door. It's easy for him to unlock even though he's never touched the bolts before, something that itches at Minho's skin, because how would he know when he's down in the basement every time Minho tries to glimpse the outside? Unless...

The door is thrown open. Minho flinches, stumbling back.

Han opens the door, expecting ruin. What is revealed to him on the other side is anything but.

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #skz #lee minho #han jisung #minsung #lee know #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids angst #skz fanfic #skz fanfiction #skz angst #asks #keepswingin writes #mine #tw: suicidal thoughts #title: with the monster that lives inside #i feel like this has been sitting here waiting for ages and it hasn't even been that long #technically #anyway we get minsung literally moving in together yesterday and i suddenly finish edit and post The Angst of The Week #well unless you count dlc #the dlc chapter is pretty angsty not gonna lie xD #anyway rain my buddy my pal #i hope firstly that you like this even in the slightest amount xD #and secondly i hope you pick up on the overarching plot and stuff that i want you to pick up on #which you probably will because let's be real if i didn't write it now you would've randomly ended up in my dms about it #three months from now xD #oh oh also also!!#i almost ALMOST did a really big twist at the end #which i do actually hint towards with a certain line in here

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omegaremix · 11 months ago

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Omega Radio for January 12, 2015; #73.

Harry Pussy Ride A Dove

Test Dept. "Mind & Body"

Athenian Mercury "Carbamazepine"

Masonna "Shock Rock track 2"

Etat Brut "Karol Simon"

Whitehouse "Pro Sexist 1981"

Pedestrian Deposit "You Smeared Your Lipstick"

Athenian Mercury "Another Overlooked Disaster Waiting To Happen"

Konstruktivists "My Name Jade"

Controlled Bleeding "Scourge Tides"

Sutcliffe Jugend "Whores Endlosung"

Cherry Point "Makeout Music"

M.B. & William Bennett "Examples Of Cannibalism" (Side A)

Ethnic Acid "Severed From Life"

Clock DVA "Number Two"

Airthrob In "Empty House’

DCLXVI "Asphyxiation"

Giancarlo Toniutti "Quertanz"

Zoviet France "Ascend A Fall"

Massimo Toniutti "Gravi"

FM Einheit & Caspar Brotzmann "Kowa Axis"

Pharmakon "Xia Xinfeng"

Laibach "Drzava"

Mauthhausen Orchestra "Fuck Mastery"

JfK "Teenage Fantasy"

Lussuria "Keys To Unlock Paradise (Roman Showers)“

Bonus broadcast; industrial, noise, obscura, and experimental sounds.

#music #playlists #omega #mixtapes #industrial #experimental #noise #obscura #Laibach #Pharmakon #Zoviet France #Clock DVA #Whitehouse #Controlled Bleeding #Pedestrian Deposit #Masonna #Test Dept.

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randomvarious · 5 months ago

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1997 London Playlist

Back with another little update to a London underground playlist, this time for the year of 1997. This week we've got a trip hop beaut' from the one and only DJ Vadim, an electronic and alt hip hop stalwart who is originally from Russia but was raised in London. In May of '97, Vadim dropped an EP called Conquest of the Irrational, which was then followed up in Japan that same year with his third LP, U.S.S.R. Reconstruction (Theories Explained). '98 would then see the release of this album more widely.

On U.S.S.R. Reconstruction, you won't find an original version of "Conquest of the Irrational" itself, but what you will find instead is a similarly-titled song that was remixed by Copenhagen hip hop production trio The Prunes called "Theme from Conquest of the Irrational." This is a track with a lurking, sort-of cinematic 60s spy thriller vibe to it, which was a sound that definitely came back en vogue in the late 90s, as nostalgia for a retrofuturist cocktail lounge aesthetic became a little bit of a thing. And it has a pretty similar sonic palette to a song like Mos Def’s Yasiin Bey’s “Auditorium,” feat. Slick Rick too, which came out more than a decade after this tune, and was produced by Madlib. This remix also appeared on Parisian Kid Loco's excellent DJ-Kicks mix in 1999, and it currently has over 68.5K plays on Spotify.

DJ Vadim - "Theme from Conquest of the Irrational (Remix by The Prunes)"

And then for the YouTube update, we've got that song, plus one more that really can't be found on Spotify at all: a remix of Indiana alt rock/dream pop darling Lisa Germano's "Lovesick," done by London's own Trevor Jackson. Now, you may be more acquainted with Jackson under his Playgroup moniker, but before he ever donned that name, another one he used was Underdog.

And *the official version* of this Underdog remix is of way more of a trip hop bent than it is breakbeat, but the version that I’m supplying you all with this week is the one that appeared on that Kid Loco DJ-Kicks mix. This one appears to be blended with the beat from the preceding song in that mix, whose official version I can’t even find on YouTube, called “Culture Consumers,” by a short-lived duo called Tongue. Like much of the rest of that mix, this song makes for some truly heady and totally stoned trippery, but it also comes with some pretty dissonant guitar noise too! Currently hovering at around 72K YouTube plays.

Lisa Germano - "Lovesick (Underdog Rmx)"

And this playlist is also on YouTube Music.

So this update now brings us up to 13 songs on Spotify that clock in at a total of 84 minutes, and then on YouTube we've got 22 songs that run for a total of 147 minutes. And if you really want some of those underground London '97 goodies, you'll give that YouTube one a listen, because in addition to the Underdog remix of Lisa Germano, what you'll also find on there are a couple gems from incredible IDM artist Freeform; a version of Groove Armada's all-time chillout classic, "At the River," that appeared on a 2000 Fatboy Slim mix with it mashed-up with the drums from Underworld's "Born Slippy;" a hard-to-find house remix by Dimitri From Paris of acid jazz group The Brand New Heavies; and an excellently bouncy house remix of the gone-way-too-soon Wildchild's "Renegade Master" that was done by duo Stretch & Vern. All highly terrific stuff! 👍👍👍

And here's some more 90s London playlists for you too!:

1995 London: YouTube / YouTube Music 1996 London: Spotify / YouTube / YouTube Music 1998 London: YouTube / YouTube Music 1999 London: YouTube / YouTube Music

Next week, some future jazz!

Enjoy!

More to come, eventually. Stay tuned!

Like what you hear? Follow me on Spotify and YouTube for more cool playlists and uploads!

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rodrigobera04 · 9 months ago

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My own poison type list, based on @bogleech poison type concept list.

Here goes:

POISON pure

Slime monster imitating a humanoid creature.

Maiden anime waifu who handles dirt and dust.

Rival of grimer and muk, foam monster of chemicals that pollute water.

Gorgon nurse creating poison antidotes from other Pokémon.

Creature nose sneezing pathogens.

Crocodile with venomous bite, komodo style.

Vampire bat living like a flea, jumping from prey to prey.

Slug crawling quickly thanks to its mucus.

Colorful frog carrying its tadpole on its back in a poisonous duo.

POISON/ROCK

Velociraptor with poison claws, trying to kill its prey with them.

Mortar becoming poisonous by grinding poisonous plants into oneself.

Rattlesnake transforming its rattle into a rocky weapon.

Rock-eating worm, making shelters in them with acid.

Cambrian spider with venomous chelicerae.

Turtle with a poisonous beak and serpentine neck.

Oyster digesting the victim like a Venus flytrap and transforming it into a pearl.

Poisonous stone kitsune based on a Japanese myth.

Dinosaur spitting out gastroliths poisoned with its gastric acid.

POISON/FIGHTING

Snake with arms to catch prey while poisoning it.

Fishing Pokémon using a smelly fish as a club.

Gila monster wrestling fighter.

Ninja specialized in poisoning, launching poisonous kunais and shurikens.

Pokémon with sticky paws that stick to their opponent and poison them.

Stingray with a whip-like tail that ends in a stinger.

Mutant that gained more limbs after being contaminated by a chemical.

Piñata filled with sweets that give him energy but also make him aggressive.

Goat with poisonous horns, after absorbing poison from plants it eats.

POISON/NORMAL

Furry cat that causes allergies due to its fur.

Annoying avinoid monster, personifies noise pollution.

Dog with Band-Aid tongue that heals wounds by licking them.

Creature created from clothes left in nature, causing textile pollution.

Salamander with scratch marks and injuries, contaminating by contact.

Horned lizard crying poison instead of blood.

Scavenging carnivore using bones for combat,your saliva is corrosive.

Snake covered with fur imitating a cute animal, being underestimated by the opponent.

Porpoise releasing ink from his respirator and darkening the water.

POISON/DRAGON

Dragon with pig's snout blowing smoke.

Centipede dragon that hunts other dragons, based on omukade.

Sea serpent covered with symbiotic anemones and cnidarians.

Decrepit wyvern that feeds on carrion, like a vulture.

Basilisk covering its poisonous eyes with its wings.

Hagfish covered in flammable mucus.

Two-headed blood-sucking hydra based on planarians.

Small dragon with a second pair of lethal, stretchable jaws on its throat.

Winged dragon with butterfly wings that spew toxic dust.

POISON/GHOST

Mushroom from abandoned houses, blowing toxic spores that create hallucinations.

Poison bottle liquid, taking the shape of a witch.

Platypus that was poisoned and turned into a bunyp with venomous claws.

Kappa contaminated by pollution, now its head spurts toxic liquid.

Frog parasitized by a larva that replaces its tongue.

Marabou with a poisoned beak, its image resembles a reaper of souls.

Manananggal feeding on Pokémon eggs with its sucking tongue.

Parasitic flower that controls an undead Pokémon, even replacing its head.

Spider wearing his web like a ghost sheet.

POISON/GROUND

Colony of bacteria imitating a candy that fell on the floor.

Caecilian covered with mucus, creating a protective layer with earth.

Viper camouflaged with leaf litter, attracting prey with its larval tail.

Stinky imp living inside a shoe, as if it personifies foot odor.

Hairy animal covered in toxic mud, so dirty that it is unrecognizable.

Flower monster that sprays poison, stealing nutrients from its surroundings.

Babirussa regurgitating a mixture of mud and toxic fruit pulp.

Rotten fruit monster, but with its juice serving as fertilizer for plants to grow.

Rat king of three rodents that form a huge "cerberus" with poisonous incisors.

POISON/FAIRY

Fish seducing with its odor, like a mermaid with perfume.

Stuffed animal that hides poison in its fur.

Centipede colored like a dango skewer to attract insects.

Cupid fairy like mosquito, biting people with pheromones to make them fall in love.

Jester throwing poison pies as a joke.

Rotten egg fairy that can explode into a disgusting yolk.

Doll made from parts of various polluting plastic toys.

Cute, angelic parasite that sucks the blood of dragons.

Hummingbird fed on nectar from toxic flowers, using its beak as a syringe.

POISON/PSYCHIC

Dendrogaster parasitizes staryus and starmies.

Small crustacean controlling a krabby mentally.

Jellyfish-style alien with exposed brain, preserved by a substance.

Reptile monster with an evil eye, making the victim sick by looking at them.

Kinkajou that ate hallucinogenic honey and now commands bees via telepathy.

Sandman releasing sleeping powder that can be lethal when misapplied.

Telepathic and poisonous mushroom that communicates with flora.

Psychic archer launching homing poisonous arrows.

Surreal animal that releases hallucinogenic smoke.

POISON/DARK

Vampire spider flying on its webs like bat wings.

Mamba dominatrix whip, combining the fastest venomous snake and melee weapon.

Shrew with young on its tail that it launches like a catapult.

Jellyfish that live outside the water and crawl through its gelatinous part.

Almost invisible Hara no mushi making people sick.

Garadiavolo with poison used in witchcraft and necromancy.

Tegu lizard with a bony venomous stinger on its tail.

Witch's familiar made from potion smoke in the shape of a cat; steals breath.

Monster covered in a long tongue that covers its body like a mummy's bandage.

POISON/ICE

Polar varano with paralyzing cryogenic saliva.

Leech sucking the heat from its victim, leaving it cold.

Mummified ice age animal harboring an ancient disease.

Poisonous ice cube that melts and releases its toxins.

Dangerous but tasty colored algae ice cream that induces victims to lick it.

Arctic kraken injecting cold venom into its prey's veins through hooks on its tentacles.

Cartoonish microbe from the cold wind, flying and spreading diseases.

Velvet worm releasing an icy web over its prey.

Icy monster blowing hallucinogenic gas that makes the opponent hallucinate.

POISON/FLYING

Butterfly snail flying out of the water and releasing acidic bubbles.

Cinerous mourner with really poisonous feathers like a caterpillar.

Floating pollution imp that breathes toxic gas, forming a mustache of smoke.

Falcon with venomous claws and beak.

Gliding amphibian that throws itself like a javelin.

Plague rat turning its ears into wings and spreading disease.

Strange bird releasing rotten eggs, alluding to bird feces.

Serpent flying like a kite, with a sharp manja tail.

Small winged insect-like creatures with poisonous stingers, flying in swarms.

POISON/ELECTRIC

Ink monster created from a tattoo pen.

Copepod releasing alkaline and shiny substances from the antennae.

Pig gaining electrical abilities after eating electronic waste.

Porygon insectoid parasite, created from computer virus.

Gremlin destroying machines with acid and static.

Animal that gained bioluminescence through experiments with toxic substances.

Floating, glowing lamp-shaped creature, personifies electrical pollution.

Lionfish with poisonous ray-shaped fins.

Pikaclone with parasites in its fur that cause paralysis and itching.

POISON/FIRE

Live smoke from a test tube that mixed explosive substances.

Monster like a fire vulture that feeds on garbage.

Polychaete worm with bristles that poison and burn.

Volcanic monster spewing toxic smoke.

Salamander pepper with stinging cells.

Cattle devastating the flora and sweating toxic smoke.

Hairy creature that cleans chimneys, dirty with soot.

Monster that consumes petroleum and flammable oils through its tongue.

Tick whose bite causes a fever,glows incandescently when feeding.

POISON/GRASS

Nettle dog scratching itself and spreading its leaves.

Castor bean glyptodon that stings the plant on its tail.

Gecko with a leaf for a tail that releases sticky slime.

Fruit of a manchineil tree offering its fruit to be bitten.

Snail leaving trails of fertilizer slime that makes plants grow.

Wheat bread contaminated by mold that turns it into a bread werewolf.

Monkey throwing toxic fruits at enemies, on top of trees.

Dumb cane with a punk leaf mohawk, sucking his own poison out of it.

Pollinating marsupial covered in allergic pollen.

POISON/BUG

Caterpillar with a horn of poisonous hairs; no longer becomes a butterfly.

Webspinner making poison webs.

Scorpion beetle that poisons through its antennae.

Anteater blowing poisonous ants through its mouth like a blowgun.

Praying mantis poisoning its claws with deadly poison.

Stink bug used as a gas bomb.

Mite flying in a ball of dust.

Spiny grasshopper that releases disgusting, horrible-tasting fluid.

Vampire kissbug with transparent heart-shaped mark on the abdomen.

POISON/WATER

Frog-shaped acid rain cloud with tadpole drops.

Ascidian breathing poison into the water, turns its surroundings into fields of poison.

Octopus using trash as a home.

Clownfish carrying anemones in inverted symbiosis.

Remipede with characterizations of the cryptid Con Rit.

Nudibranch that mimics fish, tentacruel predator.

Pokémon releasing shampoo-like substances from its wet hair.

Flying carpet worm with fangs like a snake.

Shark fed on garbage and has a great capacity for digestion.

POISON/STEEL

Sewer monster wearing a manhole cover for his hat.

Mercury mutant fish monster leaving polluting scales.

Nursing Pokémon inoculated vaccines with a syringe stinger.

Monster wearing pieces of scrap metal as armor, usually rusty.

Raccoon incorporating pieces of metal and trash as piercings.

Poisoned blade Pokémon, counterpart to the archer above.

Snail creating a drill shell from metallic waste.

Mutant alien made from a moldable metal not found on Earth.

Mining gnome causing pollution while trying to look for precious metals from which he feeds.

THE LAST MYTHICAL:

Monster created by fossil fuel that adds the poison type to the Pokémon it bites.

Finished, several ideas, not all very good and others were left out, but it is finished. There will be other lists with the remaining types.

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