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thenetherlord · 2 years ago
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'Tired' by Alan Walker & Gavin James is actually great?? Why is this not as popular as it could be? Like the message is honestly good, the vocals are on point, (gg Gavin James!) and the beat SLAPS! I'm talking about the piano, nice acoustic guitar, and the beat drop going into classic Alan Walker fashion is amazing! More people should be talking about this.
Here's the music video if you want to hear it for yourself!
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troyssix · 4 months ago
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songs that vaguely remind me of tmr:
what about us - p!nk (group a & group b alike just dissing WICKED/WCKD!! :D)
whatever it takes - imagine dragons
cigarette daydreams - cage the elephant (reminds me of newt specifically)
iris - the goo goo dolls (also reminds me of newt, especially after he got the flare)
the room where it happens - hamilton OG cast (i don't know why, it kinda just gives off WICKED/WCKD vibes)
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iyuray · 11 months ago
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Stuff from an animatic I'm making of a webtoon called 오른눈이 보는 세계 with the song 'I've got no sense for living' by Aoya
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nebulamist · 11 months ago
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Make assumptions about me based on my three favorite songs when I was 12:
Centuries - FallOut Boy
Tired - Alan Walker
All We Know - The Chainsmokers
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lestappenforever · 8 months ago
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if you had to choose a top 3 lestappen coded songs wich ones would you choose?
Oh, that's a tough one and I honestly don't think I can pick a top three. But, I'll do you one better and give you my top ten Lestappen coded songs!
1. Mirrors by Justin Timberlake
2. There's No Way by Lauv and Julia Michaels
3. Make Up by R. City and Chloe Angelides
4. Issues by Julia Michaels
5. Demons by Imagine Dragons
6. Down Bad by Taylor Swift
7. Walls by Ruben
8. Tired by Alan Walker and Gavin James
9. True Love by P!nk and Lily Allen
10. invisible string by Taylor Swift
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sometimes-sleeby-octopus · 8 months ago
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I cannot explain how much I love them but I can put them in goofy situations
Smiling Friends Headcanons:
Things the Main 4 Would Do Together And How Often (Part 2)
8. Eating a meal together - They would do this twice a week for sure. Ordering in, going to a restaurant, cooking for each other, snack break, you name it, they would do it. I think Pim would enjoy cooking and also be the best at it the most out of everyone. All the other three would ADORE his food. Charlie would be the expert on ordering in and cheaper restaurants while Alan would know about the fancier places. Glep would find all the most delicious and interesting snacks all over the place. (Imagining them sitting at a table together brings me insurmountable joy)
9. Walking - This is probably close to a daily occurrence because it’s so easy and nice, even if it’s just leading each other out as they say goodbye for the day. Alan and Glep would both be the speed walkers, while Charlie and Pim would be more leisurely, humming or singing as they walk. This could change based on the situation though like if they’re tired or excited. If it’s a longer walk where they’re talking, I think they’d keep pace with each other.
10. Reading - This is something they would do if they were bored on a Sunday or something, so not too often nor on a regular basis. I’ve had this funny scenario in my head where they do “Book Club”, except they’re all reading a shitty book by like Colleen Hover or something at the same time. They’d be all over whoever’s room and every so often someone would laugh and shout out the number of a funny or shocking page. And then the slower readers would quickly flip forward and the faster ones would flip back if they missed it. I think Charlie would skim the book and read it closer if he’s amused while Alan would just naturally read fast, making them the faster readers, while Pim and Glep would be slower just because they’re taking their time and enjoying it to the best of their abilities.
11. Going to church - Considering Charlie is canonically(?) catholic, I just had to add this one. This is something they would do once and never again or they’d just go for Christmas and Easter. Charlie would be chill about it and try to show the others what to do the first time, but (as an ex-catholic myself) participating in mass is a skill you can only really learn over time, so the first time would be a little rough. Pim would enjoy it because of the singing and the “Peace be with you’s” while Alan would be nervous since he doesn’t really know what to do (he doesn’t seem to be/have been part of any sort of faith, so it’s pretty new to him). Glep would be bored out of his mind and just take a nap on the pews. Thankfully, Charlie doesn’t give a shit what the other people at his church think (although at a busy time like Christmas or Easter, less people would be paying the four of them any mind anyway) so he just tries to get everyone through it. It would be somewhat exhausting for everyone involved, but they’re doing it for Charlie so they guess it’s worth it? I highly doubt they would keep this up over the years lmao.
12. Going to an Arcade - They’d go at least a couple times a year! Maybe team on a couple claw machines, Battle it out on Dance Dance Revolution and Air Hockey, honestly they would love all the PVP stuff and if there are tickets involved, I think they’d get a bunch of candy and just stash it in the office somewhere for a rainy day.
13. Going to Brunch - I separated this from “Eating a meal together” because I feel like Brunch is a totally different ballpark for them. I imagine they would cosplay as posh Victorian ladies just for shits and giggles wearing the most fancy, beautiful dresses they can find. They would then spread the most ATROCIOUS MADE UP GOSSIP known to man using the names of people they’ve met just to fuck with everyone at the brunch place. And not just any brunch place, it’s THE brunch place. They make reservations at the same one every time. This would be a seasonal event done twice in Spring for the funniest impact. Charlie brought it up as a joke once and Alan and Pim absolutely ran with it (Alan suggested the gossip and Pim suggested dressing up). However, Glep is the RUMOR MACHINE and the others are always so impressed and amused with what he comes up with. They get really into it, even doing stuff like drinking tea with their pinkie out and eating fancy food. Though they do go eat somewhere after because the food they eat in character isn’t filling nor their favorite to eat. Nonetheless, they always laugh so hard afterward and it usually makes their year.
14. Karaoke - I feel like they would start doing this once around Christmas time and then just keep doing it as a tradition every year. They would also do it on boring rainy days sometimes too. Regardless of when they do it, they can pick any song they want. Want to sing a Christmas song in January? Sure, why not. However, after a few years of this, they would eventually ban playing more than two Wheezer songs in a row because they all like singing Wheezer and some days it’s all they will have in the queue. Other than Weezer, I think Alan would be into any Lemon Demon and Weird Al songs, Pim would be into older Taylor Swift and Ariana Grande songs, Charlie would be into Jackson Dean and Jimmy Buffett, and Glep would be into The Vanished People and 100 Gecs.
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w1ld-wr1t3r · 15 days ago
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#70 and norrix pleasee
I swear I listen to more than just the same few songs and their variations on repeat. that's a slight lie I kind of do
70. Who I Am - Instrumental by Alan Walker, Peder Elias, and Putri Ariani
Martijn strummed softly on his guitar, humming a melody to himself. The rest of the flat was quiet, save for the faint sound of Lando moving around the kitchen. They were safe in their own little bubble here.
Here, they were safe to be themselves.
Some day soon, they could show the world who they were. They weren't ashamed, but they were realistic. There was an inherent risk to coming out, after all. Neither of them wanted to announce their relationship before they were ready and it was as safe as possible to do so. Secretly, though, Martijn worried about the fallout for Lando more than himself. The media already ripped him apart at the drop of a hat. There would be no question that hate would come their way once they finally announced the news.
But at the same time, they were both getting tired of hiding. And he was pretty sure Lando was actually more tired of it than him. He was in front of cameras all the time, he said, and they always wanted some sort of story, whether it was true or not. Why couldn't he control the narrative himself for once? Tell the story he wanted to tell?
However they chose to come out, it was going to be their decision and no one else's.
As Martijn continued to play, Lando returned to the room with two warm mugs. He set one on the bedside table before joining Martijn on the bed, holding his mug in one hand while hugging Martijn with the other. He smiled when he felt Lando kiss his cheek and press closer.
The world could think whatever it wanted about them. They still had each other, and loved each other for who they were.
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donaculkin · 11 months ago
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(Oi, de novo²... 👁👁)
Tenho mais sugestões... 👉👈
• Lass/Elesis (Grand Chase);
• Tired, cover da Romy Wave;
• Depois de anos e anos realizando missões pra salvar pessoas e limpar Ernas, e até mesmo outras dimensões, de criaturas vis, os dois retornam a Canaban para aproveitar a vida adulta tardia (que, pra eles, já é aposentadoria). Muitas feridas emocionais continuam sensíveis desde a infância, mais as criadas nos últimos anos; como se um puxasse ao outro por magnetismo, os dois se veem entrando um no outro o lar que tanto precisavam.
• Capa clean! Talvez uma paleta de cores frias com uns toques de vermelho e laranja, meio respingado, pra representar o início dessa mudança e descanso internos.
p.s.: pf venha pro fandom de Grand Chase somos flopados e pacíficos e temos um punhado de fanfics !!!
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"Just let me love you", capa teste (disponível para doação, modificações: título e frase)
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Gostei muito de fazer essa! Foi minha primeira capa de jogos (e eu achando que seria de Genshin) mas cara, adorei mesmo! E eu jurei que seria um desastre, apesar de saber que poderia fazer melhor! Qkakaks, obrigada pela ask meu anjo, também adorei a música (principalmente o cover) ❤️ (Essa capa foi inspirada nas edições de @tansshoku, abraço meu anjo!)
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wolfjackle-creates · 1 year ago
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The Two Ghost Motel Chapter 3
Summary:
Danny is tired. Endless ghost fights with too many responsibilities and too little time; he barely passed sophomore year. When Ember visits town for a bit of fun, she mentions the Two Ghost Motel, a place of peace and refuge for restless ghosts who aren't ready to cross over. “I’m fine, Ember.” Danny’s got a home and friends. He’s fine, really. But when his parents begin experimenting with electricity to destabilize ghosts, it’s too much for Danny. Unfortunately, neither Sam nor Tucker can host him for the night and he’s left wandering in the night, alone. Then he sees it: The Two Ghost Motel. He checks in. “Welcome.”
Word Count: 5.9k
Warnings: Minor Original Character Death
Fandom: DPxDC (though no knowledge of DC is necessary for this fic.)
AO3, Chapter 1, Chapter 2
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All morning, they tried to catch the attention of any ghost they saw. They even knocked on doors if it seemed like someone was inside. After his fight with the receptionist, Danny was so low on energy he could feel his transformation pulling at him, but he refused to succumb to it.
Most people they saw ignored them entirely. Others would look in their general vicinity for a few seconds before continuing on their way. And some, usually the ones in more modern clothes, could be convinced to speak a few sentences.
Most only spoke about what they were currently doing. A dog walker told them about his dog, a smoker told them about his favorite brands of cigarettes. Sometimes they’d give a name, sometimes not. No one reacted to his questions about Tom and Alan.
The sun was much higher in the sky when they’d covered the front half of the building, still avoiding the office.
“Should we do the same for the back half?” asked Jay.
Danny groaned and leaned against the wall. “Let’s not. If I have one more person ignore me when I ask about Tom and Alan, I will punch something.”
Jay bumped their shoulders together. “Do you think there’s a way we could steal the log book from the receptionist?”
Danny chewed his lip and considered. “Let’s go back to one of our rooms. We need to plan. Do you know where all the entrances to the restricted areas are? Maybe we can find some answers there.”
“Duh, of course I do. That’s, like, the first thing you learn.”
“First thing you learn for what? I certainly never had anyone teach me stuff like that.”
Jay hesitated. “I— I don’t know. I think I had a job. Before, I mean. There was something I did. And I had to train a lot for it.”
“So you lived in an Alley that was also a Park that was near the ocean and you had a skilled job at fifteen. And you’re bird.”
“And there’s someone waiting for me,” added Jay.
“And there’s someone waiting for you,” agreed Danny.
“What are you trying to figure out?”
“I just, if I can figure it out, I’d like to know who you were. Maybe one day I can leave flowers on your grave or something.”
Jay shook his head. “Not my grave. I remember talking to a stone statue. It had wings and was up high. A…gargoyle? That’s where you should leave anything. And not flowers. Leave something cool, like a knife or a good book.”
“A gargoyle.” Danny raised an eyebrow, knowing Jay couldn’t see it. “Another clue.”
Jay grinned at him and grabbed his hand. “Come on,” he said as he pulled Danny up the stairs at the end of the building. “Let’s go and start planning.”
“Okay, okay!” Danny laughed as he ran after Jay. “I’m coming!”
Jay brought them to his room this time. It was much messier than Danny’s, more proof he’d been here for a long time. His bed was unmade and the drawer in the nightstand half ajar.
“The nightstand always had a favorite book of mine in it.”
“You like reading, then?”
“Yeah! It’s great. I used to spend so much time in the library before. They’d let anyone in and it was always warm in winter and cool in summer.”
Danny just hummed as he filed the information away.
Jay ignored the nightstand and book, though, and ran to the desk where he pulled open and slammed drawers shut. Until he pulled out a pad of paper and a pencil with an exclamation of success.
Quickly he began sketching out what Danny recognized as the general shape of the motel.
“How are you with heights? We should check the roof for other access points, too,” Jay said as he drew. When the general shape was sketched out, he added arrows. “This one is the office, obviously. Then here”—another arrow pointed near the right end of the motel—“Is a service door, but there’s no external handle on it.”
“Ghost can fly, birdie. Heights aren’t an issue.” He pointed to the side door. “And my intangibility seems to work here, so we can start there.”
Jay nodded. “You should teach me how to do that, too. If we get trapped or you get in trouble, I need to be able to help you.”
“You’re right. And it should be instinctual, so it won’t take long. When I first died, I had a harder time staying tangible than not. Dropped so many glasses. Got banned from chem class; it was a disaster.”
“Would there be a way to get past the receptionist? It’d make sense if she’s guarding the area we really need to get to.”
Danny tapped his fingers on the desk. “I could. But it would be loud and attract attention. And something about this place makes me more tired than I usually am. The fight this morning… I should’ve been able to redirect that fire with ease. She’s no where near as strong as some of the people I fight. But it was hard.”
Jay nodded and tapped his pencil near the office arrow. “We’ll leave it as a last resort, then.” He paused, then added, “Do you need to rest? If the fight took more out of you than you expected?”
Danny looked towards the bed and chewed his lip. It was edging into early afternoon. Jazz would know he was missing by now. Possibly his parents, too. But he could also feel the exhaustion under the surface. “I just need a bit of ectoplasm. And some food wouldn’t go amiss. Anywhere to get stuff like that besides the office?”
Jay hummed and looked towards the ceiling, only to shake his head. “No, I think the vending machine is the only option.”
“Think it’ll be safe to go back?”
Jay considered his question, then shrugged. “She calmed down at the end and then didn’t seem to give us a second glance. If we don’t try and cross her, it’ll probably be okay.”
“And I do need the ectoplasm…” Danny sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Let’s go.”
Jay nudged him with his elbow. “It’ll give us a chance to scope it out again before we have to attack later.”
“If we’re lucky, we won’t have to.”
Jay snorted. “Yeah, luck never works out like that. But we’ll do the other areas first. Now, intangibility?”
Danny laughed. “You just want superpowers.”
“Duh!”
“Intangibility and flight are easy. You’re a ghost. Ghosts don’t belong on Earth and don’t have to follow the physics of this universe. So just… remember that gravity is optional and your physical body doesn’t really exist here unless you want it to.”
Jay blinked at him. “That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“Huh.” Jay looked at his hand in wonder. Then he touched the desk. His finger was stopped by the wood. Jay scowled and jammed it again to the same results.
Danny shook his head with an unseen grin. “Let me show you.” He took Jay’s hand and extended his intangibility to the boy. “See how that feels? You’re not really here unless you want to be. So let go.” He plunged both their hands through the desk before withdrawing his and leaving Jay’s.
“What the fuck!” exclaimed Jay as he tugged at his hand, solidly encased in the wood of the desk.
“Focus, birdie,” said Danny. “If it’s hard to think that you don’t exist, imagine it’s the desk that doesn’t exist instead. After all, for you, it doesn’t. You’re not from the same dimension, the same universe. The laws that govern the desk don’t apply to you.”
Jay glared at him, but then closed his eyes and focused. A moment later, he successfully pulled his hand out of the desk.
“There you go! Told you you could do it.”
Jay looked at his hand in wonder. “I did, huh? That’s so cool! It’s like I’m a Martian or something.”
“Not really,” said Danny. “When I first died, I looked into how Martian phasing works. It’s totally different to ghostly intangibility. Even if the end results are the same.”
Jay stuck his tongue out at him. “Shush. Let me have this.” He plunged his hand back through the desk and out. Then he turned to the wall and ran through it into Danny’s room.
Danny laughed and flew through the wall after him. “See told you it was easy!”
Jay grinned. “And I can fly, too? Like you are?”
“Yep. Gravity only applies if you want it to. Just, now that you’ve mastered intangibility, try not to sink into the ground. It can be hard to figure out which way is back to the surface if you’re not tuned into the gravitational force of the Earth.”
Jay nodded with a thoughtful expression. Then he jumped into the air, only to fall back to the floor. “Give me your hand,” he ordered. “Let me see what flight feels like.”
Danny obligingly reached out and took his hand, raising him up until they were both floating a few feet in the air. “See, no gravity. You don’t feel that pull towards the ground at all. In fact, you might as well be on solid ground.” He flipped them upside down. “And even like this, there’s no blood rushing to your head. It feels no different than having your feet oriented towards Earth’s ground.”
“Huh. I do see.” He pulled on Danny’s hand until they were floating over the bed, then turned right side up again. When he let go, he remained in the air. He grinned. “Damn, this is so cool. I’ve always been jealous of those who can fly!”
“Flying is my favorite power. I like to just fly high above the town and look up at the stars. Plus it’s way faster than walking and easier than running.”
“I can see why.” Jay landed on the floor and took a few steps before rising back up until he was level with Danny. “This is so cool! But, come on. Let’s go get you that food you want.”
“I want one of those ectodrinks more,” commented Danny. “But yeah, let’s go, Birdie.”
“What is ectoplasm, anyway?” Jay asked as he opened the door.
Danny shook his head. “You really don’t know anything, do you? I’ll have to ask Frostbite about it next time I see him. These things are supposed to be instinctual. Ectoplasm is what ghosts are made of. It’s what everything in the Ghost Zone is made of. Those plants growing through the asphalt in the parking lot? Ectoplasm. Your body? Ectoplasm.”
“Does that make you a cannibal if you eat it?”
Danny rolled his head to show he was rolling his eyes. “First of all, I will be drinking it. And second of all, no.”
“Seems like it would.”
Danny just ignored him and kept walking. When they got to where Matt still sat playing jacks, he stopped to watch.
When Jay joined him a moment later, he was frowning. “Hey, Matt,” said Jay.
Matt ignored them. Danny and Jay exchanged a look and Danny repeated the greeting. Matt still didn’t respond.
“Let’s just get something to eat,” said Danny after a moment. When they reached the door, took every ounce of will power he had to keep from hesitating before reaching out for the doorknob. Just as it had that first time, it stuck slightly under his grip, but opened easily enough.
Inside, the ghosts on the couch had changed out again and now there was someone else standing and staring at the coffee bar.
The receptionist didn’t react to their presence, and Danny let out a low breath. “What do you like?” asked Danny as they made their way to the vending machine.
“I’m gonna take a Zesti,” said Jay, punching in the code. Again, the machine activated without Danny putting any money in.
Danny got himself an ectodrink, bag of chips, and a packet of m&ms. “Okay, that should be good. Let’s go.” He shot another wary glance at the receptionist who was still frozen in place.
“Give me just a sec,” said Jay. He opened his can and looked around the room. “Who chose the wallpaper here, do you think?”
Danny shrugged. “How should I know? Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Jay looked around one more time as he sipped from his drink. “Fine. Let’s go.”
Finally being able to close the door between him and the receptionist helped, though he knew walls and doors didn’t mean much to ghosts.
“Let’s go check out Matt’s room,” said Jay.
“What? Why?”
“Why not? We learned he was staying in room 117 and apparently we can still phase into other people’s rooms. After all, we got into yours from mine. Maybe he and Alan were staying together and just never checked Alan in. Would explain why he won’t talk about him.”
“Huh, it would. Let’s do it.”
Jay grinned at him and sprinted down the sidewalk. Danny outpaced him easily by flying and laughed when Jay scowled at him and called him a cheater. Neither bothered to knock before phasing through the door.
At first, all they could see was blackness. Then the room seemed to form around them as their eyes adjusted to the low light that the drawn curtains allowed through.
It was empty. Obviously it had a bed and desk and dresser. Really, it was just a carbon copy of Danny’s room. The bed was neatly made and every thing was in its proper place. If Danny didn’t know better, he’d have assumed no one was staying in this room.
“Do you think more people leave their rooms like this or messy like mine?” asked Jay.
“Only one way to find out,” Danny replied, grinning.
Jay laughed and ran through the wall into the next room. For a moment, he thought he saw a cape flare behind his friend.
The next room looked more lived in, though not by much. The bed was still made, but a book sat on the nightstand and the TV remote was on top of the sheets rather than the dresser.
In the third room, the resident was sill present and Danny walked in on Jay already stammering out apologies.
The woman barely glanced up from her book before looking back down and flipping a page.
“What book is that?” Jay asked.
She lifted it up so they could see the cover.
“Oliver Twist? I read that book. Love and hate it, to be honest. Lotta weird feelings about that one.”
She looked up and actually made eye contact this time. She tilted her head as if to ask why.
Jay shrugged. “Did the musical one year at school. Too many people tried to compare me to Oliver. Do you know how annoying it is to have people look at you and ask ‘Please, sir, can I have some more?’ in a fake British accent every lunch period?”
Her mouth twitched into a faint smile.
Danny’s Midwestern manners meant he had to give his own apologies as well. “What’s your name, Ma’am? I’m Phantom and this is Jay. So sorry for barging in on you.”
She looked back at her page, but said, “Sylvia.”
“Sylvia? Cool name,” said Jay. “Is this your first time reading Oliver Twist?”
She shook her head slightly. “It’s my favorite.”
Jay nodded in agreement. “The motel is good about always having your favorite on hand, isn’t it?”
She nodded and turned her page.
Danny shifted from foot to foot. “Look, not to interrupt or anything, but have you met any of the other guests here?”
She shrugged and didn’t look up from her book.
“It’s just, I’m looking for a kid named Alan. He was one of the two playing jacks over near the office. And a man named Tom. I met him the night I checked in, but he disappeared in front of me just a few hours ago.”
“People always leave. Oliver’s mother left. His friends abandoned him.”
Jay nodded. “But his grandfather didn’t. And Phantom here, he won’t leave either—not until he can confirm they’re safe.”
She just shrugged again. “I don’t know. Guests come and they go. No one comes here intending to stay for more than a night or two.”
“But they do stay for longer,” said Danny.
Sylvia shrugged and turned her page.
Danny let out a groan of frustration—the mask made it sound even more angry and Jay glared at him.
“Sorry,” said Danny. “How long have you been here, Sylvia?”
“Just a night or two.”
“Where are you in the book?” asked Jay.
“Oliver is with Fagin.”
“Have you ever seen the musical? Or the movie?”
Sylvia didn’t reply and kept reading her book.
“They’re like NPCs in a video game,” said Danny. “Once you complete all the dialog options, they stop interacting.”
Jay couldn’t quite hold back his snort. “Enjoy your reading, Sylvia. It’s a good book, even if it’s not one of my favorites!”
She didn’t react and the boys left. Through the door, this time.
“We should probably not go into random rooms anymore, should we?”
“Probably not,” agreed Jay. “Besides, I think we’ve confirmed that none of the other ghosts know anything about the other guests. Continuing to chase them down is pointless.”
“Let’s go back to our rooms. I need to eat my snacks and then we can pick back up with our investigation.”
Danny flew up to the second floor, forcing Jay to follow him, rather than waste time walking to the stairs.
“You’re getting the hang of that,” he commented. Jay grinned at him with pride.
Once in his room, Danny took off his mask. “What?” he asked when he noticed Jay staring at him.
“You look so different without the face mask.”
Danny raised an eyebrow at him. “I look different when you can see my face instead of safety goggles and a respirator?”
Jay waved off his sarcasm. “You know what I mean. You feel more human this way. Why don’t you take it off more?”
“The mask is part of me now. I have to focus on keeping it off or it’ll reform over my face.” He pulled out the ectoplasm first and frowned when he noticed it was much more watery than he was used to seeing. “That’s odd…”
“What’s odd?”
“Ectoplasm doesn’t usually look like this.” Danny carefully unscrewed the cap and sniffed the open bottle. The scent burned, ozone and garbage and dirty toilet all in one. Danny gagged and quickly screwed the cap back on. “What is that?”
“How am I supposed to know?”
“It was rhetorical! That’s rancid. Gross.” He sighed. “Looks like we’re doing this while exhausted. Not my first time, won’t be my last.” He opened his bag of chips and practically shoved his nose into it to overpower the smell of the not-ectoplasm.
Jay sat on the bed. “So where are we going first? The side door with no handle?”
“Yeah, might as well. That and the roof are where we’re planning to start, right?”
“From what I’ve seen, yeah. Only other place is behind the desk in the office.”
Danny shuddered remembering the receptionist’s transformation. “Hopefully not.” He shoved a handful of chips in his mouth. Enough ghosts liked to attack during his lunch period at school that he’d learned to eat fast. In no time, the chips and candy were gone and his mask was back in place.
Jay stood. “Let’s go, then.”
“Hang on a sec,” said Danny. “I want to go through my bag. See what supplies I have handy. Might have a weapon for you.”
“Ooo! Weapons! Let me see!” Jay bounced over to peer at the closed bag.
Danny laughed. “Hold on a minute!” Before touching his bag, he pulled the ectoknife out of his pocket and passed it over. “Have you used a knife before?”
Jay grabbed it and flicked the blade in and out. “Duh. You never left home without at least two weapons where I grew up. Been handling knives since I was a toddler.”
“Right. I’m not touching that one.” A quick feel around his pockets revealed nothing else useful. Turning to the bag, he quickly discarded most of the clothes he’d shoved in the top, though he paused on the socks.
He stood and grabbed the not-ectoplasm from where he’d left it on the desk and wrapped the bottle in the socks as protection before putting it in a pocket of his suit. At Jay’s confused look, Danny explained, “I can study it when I get home. See how it’s similar to and different from normal ectoplasm.”
Jay nodded, but asked, “Why do you even have clothes, anyway? I haven’t seen you change at all. And I know I haven’t.”
Danny shrugged. “I told you—I’m weird for a ghost.” Under his clothes, he unearthed a thermos which he immediately clipped to his hip.
“What’s that?”
“A containment device.” Although the answer clearly didn’t satisfy Jay, he didn’t ask any further questions. Unfortunately, Caspar High had banned blasters after some of the students had begun shooting each other with them, but he did find a lipstick laser he’d been meaning to give to Sam. For over a month now. “Here. Take this, too.”
“Lipstick?” asked Jay as he removed the cap.
“Wait! Don’t do tha—”
A laser shot from the tip and burned a mark in the wall. “Dude! What sort of movie-spy shit is this? Why do you have it?”
“My parents are ghost hunters. They like making stuff like that.”
“Ghost hunters? But aren’t you a ghost now?” The concern was practically oozing off Jay and it made Danny grimace.
“Look, it’s fine. My sister and friends know about me and my parents have a ton of useful things I can use to help fight ghosts.” He continued rummaging through his bag. He found his phone, but it was dead. Which shouldn’t have been possible since he’d switched to an ectoplasmic battery that should’ve kept it powered for years. Nothing he did would get it to work, though, so he shoved it back in his bag. He and Tucker would figure it out later.
“What’s that?”
“My phone. But it doesn’t seem to be working right now. And I don’t have anything else remotely useful on me. I need to figure out how to sneak a blaster into school or something. This is pathetic.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s better than I had before. And we’re just doing reconnaissance, right?”
Danny huffed out a half-laugh. “How often does reconnaissance stay reconnaissance?”
“Touche,” agreed Jay. But he still grabbed Danny’s hand and pulled him out of the room. “But that’s what makes it exciting.” He jumped over the railing, stopping their fall a few feet above the ground.
“You’re really getting the hang of flying.”
“I’m used to jumping off tall buildings. Even easier now that I can fly!”
“You jumped off tall buildings? Why!”
Jay grinned at him. “Yep. Don’t remember why, but I did it all the time. Now, let’s go!” Without waiting for a reply, Jay flew towards the end of the motel, leaving Danny to follow.
The area along the side of the motel hadn’t been cleared in a long time. The bushes, their leaves a bit too luminescent to be native earth plants, were overgrown and the grass reached halfway up their calves. Right in the wall where Jay had said it would be sat a solid, metal door without a handle. Jay didn’t hesitate before moving towards it, but Danny grabbed his arm to stop him.
“I’m gonna look in first. I’m better able to defend myself if things go wrong.”
Jay groaned. “Fine. But I can look after myself.”
“I’m realizing that, but this is my area of expertise.”
Jay pouted but didn’t argue, so Danny turned just his head invisible and looked through the door.
Only to be faced with pitch black. Absolutely no light made it’s way into the area behind the door. With a mental curse, he brought a hand through and pulled up an ectoblast for a bit of light. Dusty, cement stairs led down into a cellar. Wires hung from the ceiling and green ectoplasm, or maybe that not-ectoplasm—his mask effectively blocked scent so he wasn’t sure—dripped down the walls.
Danny pulled out. “I don’t see anyone. But there’s a steep stairway, so be careful.”
Jay nodded his agreement and the two stepped through the door. Danny used an ectoblast for light again, and the two picked their way down the stairs.
Danny reached out a gloved hand to touch the green fluid on the walls—it had the same consistency of the not-ectoplasm.
“Can you smell anything rotten?” asked Danny.
Jay sniffed. “I don’t know if I’d call it rotten, but it smells like old blood and fire.”
“Try not to touch anything, I don’t know if it’s dangerous to ghosts or not.”
“Trust me, Phantom. I had no intentions of touching it. Nothing good comes of weird, glowing liquids. Everyone knows that.”
Danny huffed a laugh. “Not in Amity. We’re used to it there.”
They fell silent as they reached the bottom of the stairs. Pipes ran along ceiling, and the floor was made of cheap linoleum. He still couldn’t see any light fixtures. The hall went on for a few dozen feet before ending at another solid metal door.
The breathing from Danny’s suit seemed to echo in the hallway. And his boots were nearly impossible to walk silently in. Each sound made him wince internally, especially since he had to look back to confirm Jay was still with him. When they reached the door, it was locked. Danny turned intangible again and tried to stick his head through, only to bang it hard on the door. “Ow,” he muttered under his breath. He shook his head and, more cautiously, tried to stick his hand through instead. It also hit resistance.
“What’s wrong?” whispered Jay.
“It’s warded against ghosts,” Danny replied. “Can’t phase through.” With his hands intangible, he started at the center of the door and reached outwards, then up to the ceiling, then to the floor. When every inch seemed to be blocked to him, he moved to the walls bordering the doorway, only to have the same problem.
“What do we do now?” asked Jay, who had reached out to try as well. His attempts were no better.
Danny worried at his lip. Even just maintaining the ectoblast for light was requiring constant focus. And the pull was taking far more energy that it should. “We’ll have to go back. Or figure out where the shield is generated from. If we can disrupt that, we may be able to get through.
“Damn. How would we know what the shield looks like?”
Danny shrugged. “I know what the ones my parents and the GIW use. But those designs were invented in the last two years. I’ve no idea how old this place is or what technology they’re using to ward off ghosts. Let’s go back outside and we can reassess.” Maybe something would come to him if he didn’t have to focus on making their light.
Jay nodded and the two navigated their way back out. Danny kept his hands on both walls, but at no point did the shield break. Not until they reached the exit door which only allowed them back outside.
“That was pointless,” Danny said as he collapsed on the ground. If he’d been human, he would’ve been panting.
“No it wasn’t,” argued Jay. “We know there’s something important down there now.”
Danny groaned. “But we can’t get to it. If only we were back in Amity. If I had access to the full Fenton arsenal, I could maybe do something.”
“What’s the Fenton arsenal?”
“My parents’ weapons vault. You have the laser. The thermos”—he gestured to his hip—“is another invention of theirs.”
“They have an entire weapons vault? And they just let you access it?”
“They’re ghost hunters and scientists,” said Danny with a shrug. “It’s my normal. Part of my chores growing up were to help clean the lab.” Danny groaned as he pushed himself up.
He swayed once on his feet and Jay helped steady him. “Woah, are you okay?”
Danny yawned. “I’m more tired than I thought.” He was close to transforming unwillingly, but he had enough control to force it back. “This place is doing something to me. Let’s go back to my room. If I can’t get any ectoplasm here, I need to nap for an hour or two. My core needs to recharge somehow. Then we can check out the roof.”
“Will I get tired like you if I keep flying and using intangibility?”
“Normally I’d say no. But I’m also never this wiped out from a minor fight, so…” He shrugged. When they reached room 114, he flew to the second story and walked through the wall into his room and collapsed face-first onto the bed.
Only to let out a grunt of pain when his mask pressed awkwardly against his face and his goggles dug into his eyes. He rolled to his side. “Sometimes I really hate that I died in this suit. It is not comfortable.”
Jay laughed and poked him in the back. “Get some rest, sleeping beauty. I’ll wake you up in a bit.”
“Thanks, birdie. Night.”
If he replied, Danny didn’t hear it.
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“Jus’ five m’r minutes, Jazz,” mumbled Danny as he tried to shift away from the person shaking him awake.
“Phantom!” called out a male voice.
Not Jazz. Tucker? But he wouldn’t call him Phantom. Danny yawned and opened his eyes to see a black-haired, blue-eyed boy staring at him and an unfamiliar ceiling.
“Finally! I’ve been trying to wake you for ages.”
“Birdie?” Danny pushed himself up until he was leaning against the headboard.
“Yep! Since you were sleeping so hard, I went to the roof. There was a vent up there I was able to climb into. And guess what? It leads to an area over Ms. Creepy Receptionists’s desk! Could probably jump down from it and land behind her, giving us access to the forbidden area.”
Danny blinked a few times, his brain struggling to shake off the his nap. “What time is it?” he asked.
Jay rolled his eyes. “Are you even listening to me? It’s like six or seven or something. Not quite dark out yet.”
Danny yawned. “Sorry I slept for so long.”
“It’s fine. I figured you needed it. But come on! We have to get going now. There’s people waiting for us.”
“Right. Tom and Alan.”
Jay rolled his eyes. “Them, too. I guess.”
Danny yawned again and lifted his goggles to rub at his eyes. “So a passage to the receptionists office? You shouldn’t have explored without me.”
“I’m not some untrained kid. Besides, you gave me two weapons. I was perfectly safe. And aren’t you the one who said we had to hurry?”
Danny rolled out of the bed and stretched. “Yeah, yeah. I need to get home. I’m sure there’s already people looking for me.” He closed his eyes and reached for his core. He didn’t have as much power as usual, but he had enough. More than before his nap at least. He let it’s coolness center him. “I’m ready.”
Jay grinned and held open the door, following Danny out.
This time, Danny led them towards the stairs rather than flying down. Evening had settled in and the the overcast skies were darkening, though the horizon was still light. “Let’s try talking to Matt one more time. I’d like to avoid fighting the receptionist if at all possible.”
“But the kid doesn’t remember anything!” protested Jay.
“Then it won’t take long.”
Jay groaned theatrically, but he followed Danny to where Matt was still playing with his jacks.
“Hey, Matt,” greeted Danny. The boy didn’t react and Danny sat across from him on the ground. “Mind if we join in?” he asked.
Matt still didn’t respond, but he caught the ball and picked up all the jacks before tossing them back out. He handed the ball to Danny.
Jay took a seat between them. “Sweet, another round! Hey, Matt, how’s Alan doing? We’ve been all over the motel today and haven’t seen him.”
Matt looked at Jay and Danny tossed up the ball to play the onsies round. Matt never verbally replied, though Jay continued to ask more questions. He asked about Matt’s mother, where he lived, what classes he took in school. All of it was met with silence. Though the few times Danny was able to look up, Alan was staring at Jay rather than the game.
When he finished his round, Danny let out a celebratory, “Yes! Got it!”
Jay clapped his hands slowly. “Good for you. You managed to complete the easiest round,.”
“Shut up,” said Danny. “I’m still learning. Just for that, I vote Matt goes next. What do you say, Matt?” Danny held out his hand with the ball.
He didn’t say anything but did take the ball.
Danny and Jay watched as he tossed the ball up and let it bounce once before grabbing a jack and catching the ball.
He’d repeated the action twice when Jay asked, “Matt, are you feeling all right?”
Danny looked over at Jay in surprise before turning his attention back to Matt. The kid was pale, but not an unusual color for a ghost. Though… he rubbed his goggles. Was he blurry around the edges? A quick glance at Jay proved his goggles were fine. Matt was a bit faded around the edges.
“Are you turning invisible on us?” asked Danny, forcing his tone to be light and joking even as his core thrummed in fear.
Matt, as expected, didn’t reply to either of them. Jay and Danny exchanged a look, but neither could stand to take their eyes off the boy for long. With each toss of the ball, Matt looked more and more out of focus.
Then, when he was down to the last jack, his body disappeared entirely when he threw up the ball. All that remained visible was his shining core. Danny lunged forward even as the core and ball both fell to the ground.
His fingers only just brushed Matt’s core as it hit and shattered into sparkling dust.
The sound of the ball bouncing on the cement next to his head echoed in his ears as he stared.
The dust from Matt’s core flickered with light, though it kept getting dimmer and dimmer. Danny grasped at it, trying to gather it up in his hands. Jay joined him. But there was nothing they could do. The dust fell through their fingers and disappeared faster than they could gather it.
But Danny kept trying until the last speck faded and nothing of Matt remained. The ball finished bouncing and came to a rest against the wall.
“What just happened?” asked Jay.
The question was enough to jolt Danny back to motion. He snatched the bouncy ball and shoved it in his pocket then jumped to his feet. He grabbed Jay’s hand and pulled him up as well.
“We have to leave. Now.” He ran, dragging Jay behind him.
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Chapter 4
The ending of this chapter is one of the first scenes I planned for the fic. It may be the darkest thing I've ever written (and shared). Please let me know what you think. I've never written this genre before, so I want to know if something didn't hit right.
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inferencesarchives · 2 years ago
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Hi!, could i request a oneshot with Stardust cookie and a reader that is like Alan Walker? (a famous singer)
Like, Stardust cookie was travelling around the Earthbread when he stumbles across a concert hosted by Reader, and Stardust gets amazed by Reader and his music. (Pro tip: search a music that matches with the scenario/prompt. Personally, i recommend: Alan Walker - The Spectre or Alan Walker - Alone)
Take all the time you need!
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The Brightest Star
stardust cookie x reader
summary: while traveling through the universe, stardust cookie notices a song being sung in the distance. what will happen after he goes to investigate the source of the music?
warnings: love at first sight, possibly ooc(?), sorry it's a bit short :,)
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The vastness of space was something Stardust Cookie was well acquainted with. If one were to assume that he could name each and every constellation, they would likely be correct. Though, that is not to say he has visited each and every place. To assume that would be far from the truth. The planets visited by Stardust Cookie are few and far between. As such, any place graced with his presence could consider itself lucky.
The same could be said for this planet, which Stardust Cookie had just set foot on for the first time. As he got off the train, he looked around the city. For a while, he simply walked aimlessly through the city, enchanted by the atmosphere provided by the neon lights everywhere.
He walked on for hours on end without any particular destination. That is, until, he noticed a melody playing in the distance. Curiously, he made his way towards the source of the music.
The closer he got to the song, the more he was amazed by the melody. As he approached the music, he eventually found its source: you, singing and playing songs for all to hear. He looked you up and down, astonished not only by your music, but by your charming looks as well.
He decided to stay and listen for a while, your music bringing forth a strange, fuzzy feeling in his heart. Your melodies and songs brought a warm smile to his face as he nodded along to the beat. For a brief moment, the two of you locked eyes, and he swears your grin grew larger when you noticed him.
He wasn't quite sure how long he had stayed, but it didn't matter to him. All that mattered to him was the steady beat of your music, synchronized with the steady beat of his heart.
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a/n: waaaaaaa im sorry it's so shorttttttt i worked on this for 5 hours but it's still not as long as i wanted it to be waaajdmdnfkxldpsjcnd and im sorry i didn't know how to end it i really tried my best :((((( i hope it's still ok,,,, ty for requesting 📡 anon welcome to my aquarium,,, i hope u like it aaaaaaa,, also requests are almost doneee the speedrun is coming to a close yay,,,, ok bye friends im tired bye bye adios bye
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zkylearnstherope · 10 months ago
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Height Chart [AU Info] - AvA / AvM Fan-Made
[Part 1] - Part 2 - Part 3
The Monochromes + The Void Walkers - aka vic's Inner Circle
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As you can see, I am not short. I am perfectly average height. Most of the sticks in the city including the RGBY are the same height as Eyes, and I am taller than Eyes.
They can't really tell because of your hat.
*coughs* This was one of the common requests, and I am also tired of everyone asking how tall I am.
Although, my style has changed drastically since we started all of this, I have always been consistent with the height. I just never drew everyone in the same level, because I prefer drawing them in a 3D space.
Original characters by Alan Becker
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thekillingmoonmoon · 9 months ago
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hiii for the music drabbles may i request for nanami with the song tired by alan walker? thank you
y'all are into the angst huh?
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tired
When you whisper, I'm alright But I see through your white lies But these walls don’t talk And if they could, they’d say Can't hide the secrets You can't forget about this mess
Song: Tired by Alan Walker Pairing: Nanami Kento x GN!Reader Warnings: swearing, smoking, sadness Length: 600 words
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"I don't care anymore." And with that, your world fell apart. You looked at your fiancé, at the sharp slope of his nose against the silver light of the moon behind his broad frame. His hair was tousled, a few stray strands falling over his forehead, sweat beading on his skin. Blood blossomed on his collar, crimson coating his hands as he shakily sucked at the cigarette between his slender fingers. “Don’t lie, Kento,” you sighed, slumping against the balcony door, drinking the dreary sight before you. “I can’t do this anymore. This. Us,” Nanami gestured between the pair of you, his eyes obstructed by the thick lenses of his spectacles. “If you really felt that way, you would never have proposed,” you reasoned, glancing down at the glittering band on your finger. “It was a mistake on my part,” his voice was taught, almost trembling with underlying hurt. Any other night, any other time, your heart would have shattered then and there, splintering into a million shards of sharp edges and blackened blood. But not tonight. Not when you knew exactly what was going on in his head, what spider spun lies filled his thoughts. Silence settled over the two of you, Nanami’s statement left unanswered. You could feel his gaze upon you, honey-gold eyes gauging your reaction to his razored words. You were expressionless, eyes almost empty the way they glanced past him to the city below. Why weren’t you crying? Yelling? Anything? Your shoulders finally released, a sigh escaping your soft lips as you tilted your head to finally meet Nanami’s stare. “Takuma called,” you offered, mouth set motionless as you watched your fiancé’s eyebrows furrow. “Ino-kun?” he couldn’t help it, couldn’t help the way his words caught in his throat, barbed wire choking out the name of his mentee in bitter bullets. “Yep. He broke his arm, but Shoko says she can fix it tomorrow once she’s had some sleep. He's staying at the school until then. He says that Itadori-kun says hi,” you levelled your glare at him. “Oh,” it’s soft, barely audible above the tidal wave of traffic below. “Are you going to stop trying to break up with me now?” you huffed, crossing your arms and clenching your teeth. “But –“ he started but you barged forward, pointer finger prodding itself hard into Nanami’s chest. “’But’ what, Kento? ‘But it’s too dangerous’? ‘But you’re scared’? Bullshit,” you took the cigarette from his hand and stubbed it out, unused since Nanami had promised to quit a few months ago. “You chose this, Kento. And I chose you,” you tugged at his tie, catching his attention to glare at him. “Do you think I’m stupid?” the question caught him off guard, his eyebrows shooting upwards. “Pardon?” ever-so-polite, as always, even when you were poking his sternum with a raging fire behind your eyes, your pupils pinpricks of pain in the gloom of the balcony. “Answer me,” you bit out, “do you think I’m stupid?” “Uh,” Nanami floundered, unsure, “no?” “Then don’t ever doubt my decision to be with you again,” you reached out, frigid fingers finding the rims of his glasses and removing them from your fiancé’s face. Despite the low light of the balcony, the leaking light from your flat behind you flickered in his eyes, the warm hazel of his eyes brightening as he looked upon your face. “What did I do to deserve you, hm?” he hummed, a small smile curling at the edge of his lips, the lines around his mouth loosening as the stress of the day seeped from him. “Don’t know,” you pondered, “you must have been a saint in your past life.” “And what if I’m a saint in this life?” finally, a smirk slid over his face, breathing life back into your fiancé. You scoffed. “A saint for who? You don’t believe in anything.” Nanami leant in, hazel eyes heavy-lidded as he spoke with a hush “I believe in you.”
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henryxemilyforever · 23 days ago
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My TTTE ships and their soundtracks
Thomas x Ashima
Dusty and Ishani-Mark Mancina
You Might Think-Weezer (originally by The Cars)
The Way I Am- Ingrid Michaelson
Be My Forever-Christina Perri ft. Ed Sheeran
Brighter Than The Sun- Colbie Caillat
Just The Way You Are- Bruno Mars
I'm Yours- Jason Mraz
Heart of Courage- Two Steps From Hell
Steal The Show- Lauv
Heart of Courage (No choir)- Two Steps From Hell
Sky Full Of Stars- Coldplay
Take My Breath Away- Berlin
Danger Zone- Kenny Loggins
You Can Only Be You- The Great Race OST
Edward x Molly
All of Me- John Legend
Perfect- Ed Sheeran
Winters Bloom- Adrian Von Ziegler
Heaven's Touch- Adrian Von Ziegler
Reverie- Ross Bugden
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da- The Beatles
She’s An Angel- Nightcore
Xayah and Rakan, The Charmer and The Rebel- League of Legends
Xayah and Rakan:Wild Magic- League of Legends
Henry x Emily
Shivers- Ed Sheeran
Photograph- Ed Sheeran
Kiss Me- Ed Sheeran
I Wouldn't Mind- He is We
All About Us- He Is We
Say You Won't Let Go- James Arthur
Eth​ê​lo​-​i​ê​l- Adrian Von Ziegler
My Everything- Adrian Von Ziegler
Bound- Adrian Von Ziegler
When You Smile- Adrian Von Ziegler
Superheroes- The Script
The Secret Wedding- Adrian Von Ziegler
Your Lullaby- Adrian Von Ziegler
Let Love Win- TheFatRat
Uncover (Tobu Remix)- Zara Larson
My Wish- Rascal Flatts
Never Stop- Safety Suit
Your Guardian Angel- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Bubbly- Colbie Caillat
You And I-Tobu ft. Brenton Matteus
You and I (Axero remix)- Tobu ft. Brenton Matteus
I Won't Give Up- Jason Mraz
Best Shot- Birdy ft. James Young
All Of The Stars- Ed Sheeran
All Of The Stars (Piano and String Version)- Cover by Sam Yung
Flightless Bird American Mouth- Iron and Wine
Where I Come From- Passion Pit
Fire In The Water- Feist
Turning Page- Sleeping At Last
God Gave Me You- Blake Shelton
Thinking Out Loud-Ed Sheeran
Forever and Ever- He Is We
Tired- Alan Walker
L-O-V-E- Nat King Cole
Heaven’s Touch- Adrian Von Ziegler
Fix You- Coldplay
Gordon x Caitlin
I Hope You Dance- Lee Ann Wommack
In Light and Darkness- Adrian Von Ziegler
Marry Me Suite (At Worlds End)- Hans Zimmer
James x Rosie
Star Sky- Two Steps From Hell
Need You Now- Lady Antebellum
Don't You Wanna Stay- Jason Aldean ft. Kelly Clarkson
Chasing Cars- Snow Patrol
Feel This Moment- Pitbull ft. Christina Aguilera
I Need You- James Newton Howard
Abduction Suite (first 1:13 only)- Edward Shearmur
Shape Of You- Ed Sheeran
Kissin U- Miranda Cosgrove
Steal The Show- Lauv
Just A Kiss- Lady Antebellum
Arcade- Duncan Laurence
Arcade- Duncan Laurence ft. Fletcher
Arms- Christina Perry
Percy x Gator
Empire of Angels- Thomas Bergerson
Beyond the Sea- Bobby Darin
Toby x Mavis
Cowboys and Angels- Dustin Lynch
Duck x Oliver
Can't Help Falling In Love- Elvis
Luke x Millie
Love Story- Indila
Something That I Want- Grace Potter
I See The Light- Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi
Everything Has Changed- Taylor Swift ft. Ed Sheeran
Diesel 10 x Lady
Dirty Mind- 3OH!3
Bad Touch- Bloodhound gang
Love Me Like You Do- Ellie Goulding
Earned It- The Weekened
Sex Bomb- Tom Jones
Sexual Freek- George Michael
Boco x Daisy
Can't think of any for these two either haha
Savannah(OC)x Rebecca
God is a Woman- Ariana Grande
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grandhotelabyss · 1 year ago
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How would you rank Alan Moore’s major works?
Watchmen comes first, because it contains everything he can do done to perfection. Its crystalline structure holds all his contradictions in a sustaining tension, his heart and his head perfectly aligned in one of the most beguiling fictional heterocosms I have ever had the pleasure of entering. I've read it more times than I've read anything, to be honest, and I'm not tired of it yet.
From Hell is also an extraordinary literary achievement, not at all diminished if placed next to comparable or roughly contemporaneous works by Pynchon or McCarthy—I've compared Sir William Gull to Judge Holden—and heartfelt in its own way, if also at an extreme of horror hard to match elsewhere in serious fiction.
There's a lot of dross in the Swamp Thing run, but I love its first and final third, everything before and after the relatively bad "American Gothic," because it's almost all heart, an outpouring of lyricism like nothing else before in comics, the imitation of which would launch Gaiman and Morrison down their own paths.
The Lovecraft material probably has to come next—The Courtyard, Neonomicon, and Providence—his most truly substantial comics work of this century and a profound and ambivalent meditation on how the pop and cult fiction of the last century created our present reality. It's about as horrifying as From Hell, however, with its entire chapter of interspecies rape to balance From Hell's entire chapter of misogynist murder.
Tied for fifth, almost of necessity, are the didactic series Promethea and the prose novel Voice of the Fire. To understand post-1980s Moore, you must understand magic, and these two works, uneven as they might be, suggest what magic means to Moore. Promethea, anyway, for all its faults, is often a pleasant post-Vertigo throwback to the proto-Vertigo qualities of Swamp Thing, while Voice of the Fire—a book a few years ahead in English literature of the technique David Mitchell would be celebrated for in Ghostwritten and especially Cloud Atlas, though both Moore and Mitchell borrow from a book I've never read, Riddley Walker—has passages of such scorching intensity you could put them next to any contemporaneous novelist.
So that's my top five (or top six). Miracleman is too disunified, so clumsy at inception and so polished in conclusion, though Book Three is remarkable. Neither V for Vendetta nor Lost Girls can sustain critical scrutiny on any but a formalist level; Moore at his most politically didactic proves himself politically naive. The first two chapters of Big Numbers are stunning, and I mourn what might have been. Tom Strong, with its bittersweet and poisoned nostalgia, is poignant, underrated, while Top 10 is unreadably dense and overrated. The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen is good for its first two volumes—volume 2, as an intense refraction of post-9/11 politics, is especially brutal and powerful—and then it becomes a folly and a self-indulgence, which I did not bother to keep up with. I love the performance pieces, especially the first one, The Moon and Serpent Grand Egyptian Theatre of Marvels. Among the rest of the prose, I didn't finish Jerusalem and didn't love the 250 pages I did read—he seemed to have understood the difference between a comic-book script and a novel better when he wrote Voice of the Fire 20 years before—and I found the novel-length "Thunderman" centerpiece of Illuminations close to reprehensible. Since I've rendered such a negative verdict on that most recent work, let me conclude by recommending what's probably the gem among the earliest work, the tender and clever Delany-esque feminist space opera, The Ballad of Halo Jones, with its memorable tagline, "Where did she go? Out. What did she do? Everything." Moore almost never went out—almost never left his hometown, except for ventures in the astral plane—and yet he has written everything, in every genre, in every style, and for that he has, despite any local judgments I might make against this or that work, my entire admiration.
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tmnt-obsessed-ace · 2 years ago
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Indigo playlist because Im tired as fuck from moving all the fallen branches out of the driveway and I dont wanna write until later.
Here Comes Trouble-Neoni
Hooligan-Neoni
Warning Label-Neoni
Lost Control-Alan Walker (ft Sorana)
Darkside-Neoni (this is just a Leo song in general)
Antihero-Taylor Swift (note: I do not listen to Taylor Swift, the only reason this song is here was because it came on the radio while me and my mom were out shopping and this song fits, ok?)
Ruin Your Life-Besomorph (ft RIELL)
Bad Intentions-Neoni (ft NOCTURN)
Dangerous-The Tech Thieves (ft Besomorph)
Underground-Neoni
Haunted House-Neoni
Never Say Die-Neoni
What I've Done-Besomorph (ft Behmer and LUNIS)
Scream-AViVA
Bad Blood-Taylor Swift (this one came from a tmnt 2012 Raph tiktok about Slash and Mona's betrayals and oh god it fits when The Rise Gang encounter Indigo as a hitman and are on opposing sides yessssss)
Who Am I-Besomorph (ft RIELL)
Wolf In Sheep's Clothing-Set It Off
Antihero-AViVA
Demons-Neoni
Deep Water-Neoni
Bury Me Alive-Neoni
Back From The Dead-Neoni (ft AViVA and Besomorph)
Origin-Neoni (ft Besomorph)
Long Time Traveler-Neoni
Feet Dont Fail Me Now-Neoni
The Ballad Of Jane Doe-Ride The Cyclone (Annapantsu cover)
Once Upon A December-Anastasia (2022 Annapantsu cover)
Happy Ever After-Neoni
Champion-Neoni(ft BURNBOY)
Waiting On A Miracle-Stephanie Beatriz (I knew I forgot a song damn it)
Will probably add more eventually (and probably make this an actual spotify playlist but lazy)
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ginkgo-shaw · 1 year ago
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@grahamswrath tagged me to spell my url with songs <3 thank you so much!
G : goodbye yellow brick road – elton john
I : i’m so tired – fugazi
N : not you – alan walker ft. emma steinbakken
K : kill bill – sza
G : golden days – panic! at the disco
O : only you – yazoo
S : soldier, poet, king – the oh helios
H : holiday – green day
A : already over – sabrina carpenter
W : whalien 52 – BTS
tagging : @frat-ri-cide-yu-ri @mostlybbucky @wilsonthemoose @arcanespillo and anyone else who’s interested :)
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