#bloody storm lyrics

[miyamiwu]

Bloody Storm English Translation

I’m seeing a lot of people being surprised that Vein hates lies, but I’ve been saying that this whole time! Now, I wonder if y’all really thought I was delusional for shipping VeiFei before they debuted. But like, seriously, Bloody Storm and Rent a Shell/Body for Rent are songs that contrast each other, and that was what made me even more interested in VeiFei.

Anyways, here’s the full English translation of Vein’s character song. The lyrics on the wiki are terrible, so I extracted the captions from this video instead.

Verse 1: Whoever I aim at, the bullet pierces their heart My victories are engraved on the arches of Chinatown Hero or outlaw, people come and go in the Jianghu* In the end, they are just defeated under my hand In the world of photos, you show fearlessness Trapped in a web, the more you struggle, the more despair tightens Don’t lie to me, I see through your delusions If I want to win, I win with open dignity Your death knell has sounded, don’t resist in vain I stare from the abyss, watching how you try to calm the chaos

Chorus: If I don’t claim the throne, who dares to act more arrogant than I? Bow your head, surrender, and hand your kindness over to desire Absolute victory, this duel is already decided I want this world to surge and churn with a bloody storm Verse 2: I control your every move at any moment Light and darkness are merely different stances Truth and lies intertwine; the game board is riddled with flaws The past is like a dream, fleeting as a yellow beam of millet In the world of photos, you show fearlessness Trapped in a web, the more you struggle, the more despair tightens Don’t lie to me, I see through your delusions If I want to win, I win with open dignity Your death knell has sounded, don’t resist in vain I stare from the abyss, watching how you try to calm the chaos Chorus: If I don’t claim the throne, who dares to act more arrogant than I? Bow your head, surrender, and hand your kindness over to desire Absolute victory, this duel is already decided I want this world to surge and churn with a bloody storm If I don’t claim the throne, who dares to act more wild than I? Like a blade unsheathed, shedding its disguise and revealing its edge Adore my facade yet dread my madness Slander or praise, it’s futile to think of shaking my scepter

*Jianghu (江湖) = literally means rivers and lakes, but here it’s referring to the martial arts society.

Red lines = Vein hating lies

Blue lines = the liars (i.e. Lu Guang)

However, the part about the web and the game board also connects Vein to Liu Xiao, so take that as you will.

I mentioned this briefly in the tags of a reblog, but in their songs, Vein is equally connected to Xia Fei and Liu Xiao, while those two have no intersection at all lol (now we know why)

But yeah, as my mutual @rainibao has pointed out, Vein rules by fear not by manipulation. The latter is Liu Xiao’s thing, not his.

[shantechni]

New PV for Link Click: Yingdu Chapter

A new "PV" for the Yingdu Chapter has just been released, and this beautifully animated music video we've been given highlights our main villain of this arc, Vein (voiced by Liu Zhaokun)!

Lyrics to the song: ☆

"Bloody Storm: Madness hidden under the sharp appearance, making people panic and fascinated. If I don’t claim to be king, who dares to be more arrogant than me?"

[megalomaniacz]

CRYBABY! - (E.W) PT3

pairing: mean/cruel ellie x sensitive/emotional reader.

synopsis: she’s the same ellie she’s always been.

a/n: am i building up tension so they can be genuine enemies to lovers? maybe…

why’d you have to make a record ‘bout me?

masterlist.

“what the actual fuck ellie?” you storm into the dressing room, startling jesse and dina, who’d been sitting on the couch. jesse jolts up to walk over to you but you jerk your body away and rush at the laughing girl. “you wrote a fucking song about me?”

“why are you so pissed?” she rolls her eyes. you take a deep breath before turning around to face jesse and dina. “can you guys tell her why i’m pissed? if i do she’ll be leaving with a disfigured face.”

“i’d love to see you try to fuck me up.” ellie chimes in. you’re about to turn and yell at her when jesse grabs your arms and leads you outside. dina shakes her head, walking towards ellie, looking displeased. the last thing you hear before jesse closes the door is ellie’s crude laughter.

“did you know she was gonna do that?” you furrow your brows. he shakes his head rapidly while pulling you in for a hug. “no, i’m so sorry. if i did i would’ve never let her onstage.”

you’re sobbing now. tears of embarrassment pooling from your eyes and onto his shirt. memories of the moment flash before your eyes. her ridiculous and crude lyricism. the smirk on her face as yours fell. her making it painfully obvious that she was singing to you. about you. and not in a good way.

jesse pats your back while shushing you, repeated apologies falling from his lips. he catches their manager walking by and calls out to him. “hold on i’ll be right back. i’m gonna talk to jace about this.”

you nod, slumping down on the floor as he walks away. it takes you several deep breaths to not burst through the door and bash her head in. then you hear her talking nonchalantly on the other side. “dina it’s not that big of a deal. seriously. she’s such a fucking crybaby.”

you’re reminded of the night you’d cried into ellie’s lap. the next day you showed up apologizing profusely with a new pair of pants for her. her telling you that it’s fine. inviting you in. offering you a snack. a bottle of water. asking if you wanted to watch videos with her about space.

how could such a sweet person be such a fucking asshole and barely show any remorse? how were you meant to just get over everything she’d done? how could you let that person kiss you? see you in your most vulnerable state? call you a crybaby?

before you know it, you’ve stormed back into the room. ignoring dina’s calm and soothing voice, to punch ellie in the face. you’re hyped on adrenaline until the pain settles in. your knuckles burning and her nose bloody. what had you done?

“i’m gonna fucking kill you. so you better choose your last words carefully.” blood was spilling into her mouth. the overflow of iron settling thick in her throat. dina steps between the two of you holding her hands up. “ellie, why do you always do this shit? your nose should be permanently broken from all the fights you get into. just let it go.”

“not too good to fight with me now, huh?” ellie talks over dina’s back. her words are muffled by her hand over her face. you hit her hard as fuck, and a secret part of you hoped it knocked some sense into her. the rest of you felt an overbearing sense of guilt. lashing out was her thing. fighting was her thing. blood was her thing. you had been trying so hard not to get caught up in all that. you even had hope that she was really changing for the better.

it seems you were wrong.

“i’m so-“

jesse bursts into the door, anger all over his face. he whispers something under his breath before looking up and taking in the scene. “fucking hell, what happened?”

you lower your face in embarrassment. “i don’t know what came over me. i’m so sorry ellie-“

jesse throws up his hands. “you know what, let’s not worry about this right now. we have to perform in five minutes.”

dina scrambles to grab her leather jacket off the couch and follows a frantic jesse out of the dressing room. you shake your head as you hear ellie burst into laughter. she’s hysterical, damn near falling out of her chair.

“jesus williams, what’s so fucking funny?”

“nothing—“ she chokes back more laughter attempting to speak. “it’s just— you know how to throw a fucking punch.”

[jalwyn21]

I'm a recent-ish follower, so I'm a little curious about your background, were you at one point a swiftie, but got disenchanted with her and that's why you have this deep well of knowledge of and about her, or was she always like a parasocial enemy of yours. I was always a hater, I love when ppl slander her, bc she's generally regarded so highly. I'm sorry her lyrics aren't good or groundbreaking, they are catchy at best and annoying at worst. She's also taking herself way to serious as an artist (name of her new album, cringe interview for the times). Also no matter what (or who; Matt Healy) she is doing, we aren't allowed to criticize her or her actions, when we call her our for her private jet use, we get accused of double standards and how corporations are polluting way more, as if that is in any way or form a justification for her being a fucking pest

Ok, story time then. 🤗 First of all, I'm old af, I'm pushing 30s. (Más sabe el diablo por viejo que por diablo) 😅 So I've heard of ts ages ago but didn't care cause I didn't like her music. Never been a swi*ftie. 🤓

Then the whole Jake Gyllenhaal circus happened to the point that even Jake Gyllenhaal's sister was asked about that stupid scarf. That was the first time I properly noticed ts and I thought: what a despicable and petty girl she is. 🤮 But at least Jake Gyllenhaal had a decade long career so he was fine, and I didn't really think about her much after that.

Fast forward to 2016 when I went to see Ang Lee's new film because it's bloody Ang Lee, you know? And I'm glad I did cause it's one of my favorite films ever. And that is how I "met" Joe and completely fell in love with him. 🥰 And there were photos of him online being silly and goofy and adorable (and drunk 😹). And he was so nervous and sweet in interviews. It was just so easy to love him. 🥰🥰🥰

Can you even imagine how sad and disappointed and sorry I was for him when I found out he was dating ts? Cause I already knew what she will do to him. 😭 Like, I knew she will try to destroy Joe sooner or later and I knew that Joe won't have the decade long career Jake Gyllenhaal has to fall back on, when she tries to ruin his life. Call me Nostradamus. 😭

And for the record, Joe is still one of my favorites ever. He is a brilliant actor and a kind man. So I guess my issues with ts are kinda "personal" and kinda parasocial... 😅 In a way, I've been waiting for this sh*t storm to hit for years...

I should probably pin this for others to read when they check my account..

[uenodivision]

BATTLE OF PRIDE (DekaDynasty Ver.)

(Welcome to the division)

Battle of Pride

H.Y.P.N.O.S.I.S. Mic!

Battle of Pride

[Aranai:]

(Battle of Pride!)

Pedal to the metal, my throttle's full of sin

The HBIC is on the mic, born to ride and born to win!

Adrenaline junkie, my rhymes hit like an f'ing spike

Revvin' up the crowd, this is the kind of life that I like!

[Shisuta:]

In prayerful whispers, my rhymes rise to the skies

A servant of the Word, in truth, without disguise

Through trials and tribulations, His strength I rehearse

A humble messenger, with the gospel in verse

[Kisouna:]

In the court or on the streets, my verdict resounds

With scales of justice, I'm Ueno's guardian hound

No crime goes unpunished, on my watch, no fallacy

"Guilty!" I proclaim, for all who challenge me!

[Sakurai Clan:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

Sakurai Clan shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[Ryuko:]

From the underworld's shadow to the animator's light

I sketch out my fury, frame by frame, fight by fight

Ink flows like blood, my past a dark art, each stroke a battle scar

On this canvas of beats, I tear fuckin' mics apart!

[Maki:]

In the lecture hall of life, I'm the professor of truth

Dispensing worldwide knowledge, enlightening the youth

Each stanza crafted with care, a hidden rebel's call

Challenging the regime, without fear I stand tall

[Shuu:]

From the darkest secrets to the sweetest truth

Men-H's eyes see all, uncovering the proof

In this game of lies, I'll always find the way

For the broken hearts, I promise, I will make the guilty pay

[Sazanka Zombeez:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

Sazanka Zombeez shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[Nadya:]

In the quiet before dawn, Oculus' vision forms

Vipera's strike awaits, as the silent storm transforms

[Meari:]

Screaming into the void, my lyrics carve a fucking path

Bloody Mary's reflection, a testament to my wrath!

[Aika:]

Ohh, I feel the pleasure building, it's so much I just can't take it!

One more push and I'll be free, primed and ready to release~

[Oculus:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

Oculus shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[Chorus:]

(Battle of Pride!)

Let's start this showtime

Sparks flying in this fight

Do not cross, out of control

We're locking it down

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce

Make it bounce, bounce

Scorching the floor with one verse

(Battle of Pride)

Proving we’re alive

No way we're afraid

Writing our own legend

We’re snagging our glory here

Bounce bounce make it bounce

Make it bounce bounce

Bet your everything and survive

The rule is just to

Bounce bounce bounce

It's kill or be killed so

Bounce bounce bounce

Battle of Pride

[Sayaka:]

With wings of hope, I cradle my dearest kin

Rhopalocera's grace; this is where my love begins

For Saitama's soul and my daughters' bright gleams

I will stand as a beacon even in the darkest dreams

[Lola:]

Aphrodite's charm, the world's envy and desire

In Femme Fatale's glow, I set all hearts on fire

Crowned in beauty's grace, I'm Japan's finest queen

My allure transcends in every possible scene

[Kureha:]

In the twilight's embrace, Eclipse paints the night

With strokes of darkness where stars lose their light

A silent void whispers in the moon's gentle sway

Art's somber echo as the world fades away

[Femme Fatale:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

Femme Fatale shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[Ryūzō:]

In the realm of shadows where feelings reside

A killer's heart beats strong, though in darkness we hide

A shadow's essence, more than what it seems

Life's not about finding, but creating our dreams

[Takumi:]

With GUTS and fire, we can all embrace the day!

Youth's power ignites in every single way

Never give up, always strive to be the best

Because today's efforts will help build tomorrow's success!

[Kotono:]

In the chaos of life, this educator finds her way

With a drink in one hand, and a bet to play

From a laboratory to a classroom, her path is so wide

Do not take life too seriously, just enjoy the ride! (Come on!)

[Kiya Kara:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

Kiya Kara shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[Yuuya:]

In Nara's embrace, where summer dreams ignite

Cherish every moment before they all fade from your sight!

[Asahi:]

In spring's serene beauty, my art of wagashi unfolds

Chase your dreams, like tales of old, where real courage molds

[Saigo:]

In winter's chill, where truth's cold light prevails

Tsukumogami's words cut deep, like icy gales

[Miraitabi:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

Miraitabi shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[Chorus:]

(Battle of Pride!)

Let's start this showtime

Sparks flying in this fight

Do not cross, out of control

We're locking it down

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce

Make it bounce, bounce

Scorching the floor with one verse

(Battle of Pride)

Proving we’re alive

No way we're afraid

Writing our own legend

We’re snagging our glory here

Bounce bounce make it bounce

Make it bounce bounce

Bet your everything and survive

The rule is just to

Bounce bounce bounce

It's kill or be killed so

Bounce bounce bounce

Battle of Pride

[Anika:]

In the realm of minds, I help to guide the way

Words of wisdom and misdirection, breaking habits' sway

From racing tracks to healing hearts anew

Transforming lives, young and old, where fresh journeys ensue

[Shian:]

The thrill of the chase, it's adrenaline's rush

Breaking through barriers, in the hunt is where I crush

Running free, no chains in the world can bind my stride

In the pursuit, my purpose I find (Ready or Not!)

[Makina:]

You're in my world now where pixels come alive

Controller in hand, this is the place that I thrive

Connection binds us. Break me? You can't!

In this digital realm, my spirit will not recant

[Pixel Syndicate:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

Pixel Syndicate shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[Azusa:]

In the eye of the mind on the battlefield, focus is the key to victory

Samurai's cunning and wisdom, guiding me throughout history

With the great Tomoe Gozen's spirit, I strive to uphold

Living and dying, so their legacy remains bold

[Fleuret:]

In a world of greed and deceit, I stand with pride

Honor's my shield, with knights and majesty standing by my side

Heritage and art, woven in every rhyme I create

Upholding my legacy, through the sands of time, I navigate

[Eldrid:]

In the face of fear and doubt, courage must rise high

Valkyrie's spirit soaring beneath the endless sky

Managing fear with bravery's unwavering might

Fighting forward through the brightest day and the blackest night!

[Blade Maiden:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

Blade Maiden shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[SOUR BOMB:]

Get ready for the blast, everybody!

[Tetsuya:]

The BOMB's here, causing chaos steady

[Min:]

With style and flair, we light up the night

[Minato:]

In this dystopian world, we shine so bright

[Tetsuya:]

Min, Minato, are you ready to ignite?

[Min & Minato:]

Yeah, we're ready, with courage in sight

[Tetsuya:]

Defeat is always in our grasp?

That's the biggest misconception!

[Min:]

Reality's an illusion, but we make it real

[Minato:]

Prepare your hearts for the explosion

[SOUR BOMB:]

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce, make it bounce, bounce

SOUR BOMB shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

[Akihisa:]

From the deepest shadows emerges a force so dark

Bound together by chains, we ignite the loud spark

In this twisted world, we bring not order but chaos

No mercy for the wicked, prepare yourselves for Katsushika

From the shadows, Azrael’s scythe will reap all

[Touya:]

Sweetheart’s blade strikes out like (Slash! Slash! Slash!)

[Rintaro:]

For your fucking sins and terror, the goddamn Bomber will end you now!

[Akari:]

In the flames of hell, Cinder's wrath will burn you all down

[Akihisa:]

Trapped in bondage, but still we rise

[Touya:]

You lose, no savior

[Rintaro:]

Will you face your doom or beg for mercy?

[Akari:]

What will it be? Now choose your fate

[Death Row Block:]

Bounce ba-ba bounce

Death Row Block shakes the stage and makes it bounce, bounce!

(Welcome to the division, a line-up full of icons)

[Azusa:]

Balance the world with a warrior's fight

[Anika:]

Watch this trio light up the night

[Ryūzō:]

Shadows will consume the light

[Sayaka:]

Unveil the secrets hidden in plain sight

[Ryuko:]

Unleash chaos with every beat

[Aranai:]

The flames of the uprise ignite the street

[DekaDynasty:]

Hypnosis Mic, activated

It resounds--bang a gong

Unrivaled rhyme and flow

A last chapter for this revolt of words

(Battle of Pride)

[Chorus:]

Let's start this showtime

Sparks flying in this fight

Do not cross, out of control

We're locking it down

Bounce, bounce, make it bounce

Make it bounce, bounce

Scorching the floor with one verse

(Battle of Pride)

Proving we’re alive

No way we're afraid

Writing our own legend

We’re snagging our glory here

Bounce bounce make it bounce

Make it bounce bounce

Bet your everything and survive

The rule is just to

Bounce bounce bounce

It's kill or be killed so

Bounce bounce bounce

The rule is just to

Bounce bounce bounce

It's kill or be killed so

Bounce bounce bounce

Battle of Pride

Battle of Pride!

@suginami-division @minato-division01 @saitama-division @sendaidivision @naradivision

@akihabara-division03 @taito-division @kagoshima-division @katsushika-division

[sp1resong]

i have once again written a song [lyrics under the cut]

[ONE]

There's a difference 'tween what we are and fundaments of our cells Damned resistance Joy is found in what we make of our hell

Some insistence An empty cage, repeating verses Stained existence Our nature of broken, hollow curse

There's blood in my eyes The searchlights start to look like angels We never will die Like frogs or effigies we boil

To fall by your side Knowing gladly you'll return the favor Who needs holy light When we can savor this salt taste forever

Lightning shapes our sight Our ballad is my vicious laughter Look at the sky A song we'll savor ever after

Look at the sky! Wouldn't you agree my rage is Look at the sky! A gilded war-cry for the ages

Look at the sky! This moment cast immortal as we Tear through the night Take no prisoners, show no mercy

Look at the sky! Eternal, immortal, forever alive! Look at the sky! Higher than the gods we defy!

LOOK AT THE SKY!

[TWO]

There is something in my bones Beneath my heart, it's made a home The only home I choose to know Is in not reaping what I sow, and

There is something in my skin I feel it writhing deep within I'll claw it out, initial sin We know not where these hands have been, and

There is something in my blood A premonition to the flood I am an angel, I'm a god Dragging our names all through the mud, and

There's something stuck in my hair I am empty and I am scared I am alone, there's nothing there This will not hurt, I swear I swear, I

Lie, I'm lying all the time I have committed to the crime Without a reason or a rhyme Beg for a miracle when thy

Apocalyptic storm is nigh I dare not look thee in the eye An empty street, we look behind, It's over now, goodnight, goodbye!

[THREE]

Turn my head to the view 'cause there's no sign of blue Like the blood that I drew When I fall, will I too Stain the cinders that hue Nothing new, nothing new Nothing new, not for you Not for you, falling through

There's nothing here to see Bloodied hands, 3 for 3 Not what you want to be Not what I want for me I am not, I am not I am not, I am not I am not, let me rot Let me rot, take my shot

Holding a smoking gun To what I have become Scorching gaze, crimson sun In the end, left with none We are one, we are one We are one, we are one We are one, this is done This is done, this is done!

And the smoke stings my eyes Though my tears have run dry And I care not to try As I fear not to die Not to die, not to die Not to die, now to die Now to die, out of time Out of time, out of-!

[a-child-of-chaos906]

Guide on devotional playlists!

(Note: English is my second language, there could be mistakes. Please be understanding.)

Making devotional playlist and listening it is one of the simplest way to connect and honour your Deity, plus it is a popular devotional act. It is simple, so if you have little energy, disabled, don't have time, it is a good, easy and modern thing to do, that everyone can do. But sometimes it's hard to decide what to add to playlist, so today I made a guide, how to make devotional playlist. You can add your additions, if you have one, it will be great! This guide will work for every God, Deity, Spirit, not just Netjeru.

I will go through it with my Patron God Sutekh and my playlist to Him and examples from that playlist.

I need to say with a little reminder, that everyones music taste is different and two playlists for same God will never be same, so be kind to each other.

You can put songs of any language.

1.) Songs directly about God.

It is self-explanatory. If it is a song about God, if it sings Their myths, or is about God without Their name, but it's clearly Them, it falls under this category. It is one of the simplest. For me those are:

Derek Fietcher – Set;

Канцлер Ги – Полынь и Ковыль;

Khepri – The Desert od Set;

Altay Tuna POLAT – Mercy of Seth, and so on.

2.) Songs that have Their energy, that feel like Them or Their symbols.

That could be one of the biggest categories, because there could be a lot songs that can feel like Deity. It could be Their aspects, symbols, animals, domains and just energy in general. For example, song "God" by Jake Daniels have big Sutekh energy for me with the lyrics themselves. List can be replenished with:

Alcest – Sapphire;

Watt White – Eye of the Storm;

Blackmore's Night – Storm;

The Score – Revolution;

Casey Edwards – Bury the Light;

Hollywood Undead – Bloody Nose;

Fall out boy – The Phoenix;

Adrian Von Ziegler – Ancient Storm;

Once Monsters – My Name Is...;

Ария – Дух Войны;

Halestorm – I Am the Fire;

And so on. It could be one of the biggest categories and for everyone it will be different.

3.) Songs that you think They will like.

Basically, songs, that don't have to do with the Deity themselves, but you think your God might like them. It could be specific genre, that associated with Them, like rock or hip-hop, that just have something in it. My examples are:

Ghost – Mary on a Cross;

My Chemical Romance – Na Na Na;

Glass Animals – Toes;

Rammstein – Sonne;

Bryce Fox – Horns, and so on.

4.) UPG.

This is a part, that will appear through your time with Deity, it is something that will feel to everyone personally. Maybe, a symbol, an animal, maybe, you will have special relationship. It is individual from person to person. In songs it could be a specific genre, that you feel to Deity and songs connected to your UPG. As well, it could be song through which your God gave you some kind of lesson.

For me, Sutekh became my parental figure, He became very special to be, so my playlist has songs from parental love, like:

My Indigo – Safe and Sound;

Three Days Grace – Unbreakable Heart;

Peter Gundry – A father's lesson;

Three Days Grace – Painkiller.

Song through which He gave me reminder and lessons to continue fighting:

The Score – Born For This.

And so on. UPG can be very different, and so are the songs.

5.) Ambient and nature sounds.

This part can be not for every God. Mostly, it is good for Gods with nature elements, to listen them. Like, for Sutekh, I listen sounds of desert and sounds of storm and rain. But ambient is more universal. It can be, again, ambient of some kind of nature place and event, like, again, desert, water, forest, it could be ambient of some general feeling, like dark, calm, energetic. There is a lot of ambient in videos and others people playlists. It can also be UPG.

For general Netjeru, I can recommend Egyptian music. For Anpu it could be more dark ambient, for Wesir calm, for Heru it could be royal.

Under this category also falls music for meditation. Music with calm rhythm, without words. I have another playlist for Sutekh, that is sixteen and half hours long with music that feels like desert and sounds of storm.

That is all I got so far. You can write down additions for categories, if you have!

I hope everyone will have a great day!

[protect-namine]

I am a sucker for everyone being a foil of everyone so I love the contrast of “fire thief” with the twins (wanting what you can't have) and "fire" as lies with xia fei (my two-faced little model with a mask).

adding to this: the way cheng xiaoshi's gold eyes in YE1 are depicted as fire and when his ability transferred to lu guang it fills up like water.

thinking of fire as representative of power and agency. the limitation of agency and desire to exercise agency as a running theme across our yellow-blue jacket wearers (cxs, twins, xia fei) every season.

water as an oppressive force for both xia fei (drowning in the pool in YE3) and lu guang (diving in his nightmare in YE2) and how they both see vein at the end of it. but where xia fei finds rescue, lu guang is met with The Horrors™

I miss the groundedness of seasons by studio lan, but the yingdu visual metaphors are very interesting this season. it's a more dream-like, abstract season. yingdu is the specific season for "the curtains are blue" posts

Time is Water. Water also represents Trials in life. Water is Blue.

Xia Fei is oppressed by Water (nearly died in one). Xia Fei Destroys it with Fire:

But I got the flame that can put out all the streams ... Let the wildfire drown the truth’s cry

Since Xia Fei is also a liar, then Fire = Lies.

Vein is Blood, or rather, the color Red:

I want this world to surge and churn with a bloody storm*.

The “bloody” here is written as 血色, which literally means “color of blood.” But 血色 can also mean “ruddiness” or the healthy red color on one’s cheeks. In other words, the color of Life.

The storm is written as 风浪, which literally means “wind and waves.” So, it’s more like blood-red wind and waves. Or, to put it simply, just Red Water. (Water stained with the color of blood/life)

Vein is Blood = Red Water = Life. And since Vein hates lies (evident throughout the lyrics of Bloody Storm), then Blood/Red Water is also Truth.

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Conclusion

Xia Fei = Fire, Destruction, and Lies

Vein = (Red) Water, Life, and Truth

Completely different people who should’ve never crossed paths, and yet...

Vein pulled Xia Fei out of the Water.

Vein, as Life, took Fire out of the abyss.

It’s easy to interpret this as another Prometheus reference, like what Liu Xiao has going on with the Li Twins. But I think it’s different with VeiFei.

The Prometheus song title in Chinese is 盗火者, which literally means Fire Thief. This is not how the god’s name is typically written in Chinese. It should be written as 普罗米修斯 (basically a transliteration of the Greek name). So, there’s an emphasis of being a “thief” in LX + Li Twins’ song, which I don’t think applies to Vein.

Vein didn’t “steal” the fire from another. Instead, he grabbed it openly as if it were always his.

So, it’s more like… He took the sopping wet Xia Fei, reignited him, and allowed him to burn.

Vein is Life. The hearth that houses the flame. The home.

[neonthewrite]

Grey Landing (Part 10)

I have finished another GT July(2023) prompt! This time the prompt was "Memory". I don't remember what I had originally planned for this prompt when I started the challenge, but when I started planning it Isaac kept coming up. So we have more of Isaac's misadventures.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9)

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The food, simple but hearty, felt heavy and strange in Isaac’s hands, like he held edible gold. He wasted no more time tucking in to an unorthodox meal, tearing bites off the large crumbs of bread and cheese and trying not to picture the disapproval he’d get from his mum for it. She’d taught him manners for how to be a guest in someone else’s house. She’d given up trying to get him to use them at sea.

Considering his predicament, trapped in a giant bowl on a giant counter in a giant bloody house, Isaac considered himself still adrift. So he ate like a sailor. His body sang with relief.

It forced him to think about when he last ate. He cast his mind back to a morning that felt normal, a coffee and breakfast before heading out with a bundle to be his lunch while he was out on the waves working for their next supper. That hadn’t been this morning. Had it been the day before? If he’d known a storm would break his ship and send him so far adrift, he’d have been more discerning with that precious bundle of rations, maybe the last lunch ever packed for him. Hell, he might have said something more to the people he passed on his way to the dock.

They probably all thought he’d been taken by the waves.

As with most things that might lead to heavy thoughts, Isaac pondered the memory only long enough to know he ought to shut it away again. A moment’s reprieve didn’t mean he had the time to break down just yet. Beyond the walls of his improvised jail cell, three giants sat at their dinner table, talking little but every casual word boomed.

He thought he’d finish up the offered food in his desperate hunger, but eventually the scale of things caught up to him. He pondered what remained of what he’d been given and wondered if they’d even be able to tell he had anything. His core was heavy and full, but he’d hardly made a dent. He set the ridiculous portions beside him and considered climbing out of the bowl before abruptly lying back with a huff. 

His eyes closed in spite of himself. He didn’t plan to sleep, but he would make himself as comfortable as he could. The giants could take their time as far as he was concerned‒

“Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, Jack!

Don’t forget your old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-o!”

He’s on a ship, a chorus of voices calling up as a hundred hands or more toil away. It’s all familiar. A grinning face, pale and mischievous, angles his way as the lyrics of their shanty always come back to the name.

“Long we’ve tossed on the rolling main, now we’re safe ashore, ‘Zac!”

While everyone else sings ‘Jack’, the nicest voice on board sings to Isaac alone and he knows he can belong‒

A jab to his side broke Isaac out of the unexpected dream. He flailed away from the offending feeling, a hazy memory of someone he might never see again clinging to his thoughts. A confused noise escaped him as he caught up to what had poked him.

A giant fingertip, large and callused and probably strong enough to crush his ribs by itself, lingered nearby. The attached hand loomed close in the bowl with him, with an equally giant arm extending overhead. Isaac’s brow furrowed as he stared up, again confronted with the scale of these giants. Clei stood over him, looking almost worried.

“Am not dead yet, lad,” Isaac told him. “Restin’ my eyes and slackin’ off, is all.”

Clei huffed and muttered in that language of theirs. “Crur cayg.” Apparently that was his warning, because that hand descended on him despite his noise of alarm. Once again Isaac found himself all too easily gathered up in a single hand, a fist curled around his middle and restricting his movements. He grimaced as vertigo gripped him just as securely when Clei lifted him out of the bowl and turned away from the counter at the same time.

The room whirled past him, barely-familiar shapes passing in and out of notice in the fast movements of a giant who didn’t seem to notice Isaac turning green. Thankfully they didn’t have that far to go, at least as far as Clei was concerned. A few steps later, Isaac found himself back on the giant table, scrambling to his feet after Clei set him down prone. The dishes from dinner were set aside along with the centerpiece, so Isaac found himself fully on the spot with giants looming and staring from three sides.

Clei still looked sheepish. Gufnad still looked annoyed. Trydi had her lips pursed in something like exasperation. Isaac, deciding not to let the silence draw out too long, held out his arms. “Am I on trial, then, my gracious hosts?”

Gufnad bristled, a lot like Isaac expected him to. He had a memory of more than one disciplinary hearing from his navy days, when just existing rankled an officer or two. Gufnad followed that pattern all too well.

Before the man could bark some indignant thing at him, though, Trydi shot him a look. “Gufnad. Dlad.” And then she sent Isaac a similar look, one that cowed some of his contrarian attitude despite himself. “Kaimu. Dlad.” She said more, quick syllables falling over each other and leaving Isaac in the dust, unable to pick up words in her rhythmic accent any better than he could before, though he realized partway through her question what their language reminded him of.

Isaac sighed. Some of the annoyance left his shoulders, but he still gestured vaguely at her. “I don’t understand you, lass. I don’t speak … Big Welsh. I don’t even speak normal Welsh. And for that, am sorry. We won’t get anywhere talking at each other like this, hmm?”

Clei finally chimed in, with the attitude of someone not used to speaking up to the others. He stammered a bit, and though Isaac tried to follow, he only heard one familiar sound among the rush: the giant used his name, once or twice, and Isaac had to hope he was vouching for him the best he could.

When Clei finally tapered off, Isaac watched him for a beat, then looked to the other two expectantly. “Only good stories, I hope,” he said, again only to prevent an awkward silence.

Gufnad’s frown didn’t waver. “Trydi, crur bid wal nei̯fitblei̯nd.” Isaac narrowed his eyes. He recognized the word that Gufnad had called him before, and he could only assume it was some kind of insult. Neigh-vit-blind yourself, you stubborn bastard.

Trydi winced faintly and glanced between Gufnad and Clei, and occasionally even Isaac. As head of the household, apparently the tie breaking vote fell to her. Isaac didn’t get a vote at all, not that that surprised him either. All he could do was stand there in the middle of a giant table and hope the outcome favored him.

Finally, she sighed and tilted her head towards Clei. “Bid tars. Clei, yulubus grag. Gaog, wif gwut hust.”

Isaac still didn’t understand them, but the grin that broke over Clei’s nervous face and the resigned eyeroll from Gufnad told him enough. He sighed; two giants on his side wasn’t bad at all, and having the lady of the house giving him any measure of a chance was worth a lot. His shoulders unwound some tension and he once again held his hands together in front of himself, nodding at her. “Trydi. Thank you.”

She didn’t smile at him, not exactly, but her lips twitched in bemusement. “Rayfn, kaimu.”

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@not-a-space-alien

@amenarae

@starskichild

[comikbook]

Mercy like song recs I didn't see on her playlist, but they're mostly by one artist because I'm insane; Bilgewater by Brown Bird lyric highlights in terms of Mercy likehood "Sunshine through the rain and snow, There’s an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below." "When everyday is like a war, You find no strength from your usual source, There’s no peace, there’s no rest, Your fortitude is feeling put to the test. When everyday is like a war between the will to go on And a wish that the world would spiral into the sun, Turn your head toward the storm that’s surely coming along."

Slow Black River by Iron and Wine "Lost my watch, watch, and chain, But time's not lost, This time we walk together, Beside the slow black river." Chairkickers by Brown Bird "I own only what owns me, This place ain't my home but I'm calling it mine." "There are cracks in the minds of our own humankind, That are leaking out poison and hope, Which we choose to imbibe is our own to decide, Be it internal life or the ghost." Thunder and Lightning by Brown Bird "you sent the whole world away, and now you huddle there alone in your tower of tears, every step and every stone filled with millions of fears, your poison blood and brittle bones start to clutter and crack beneath your hell of a home." "cut down by the cruel and the crass fold, catch hell from the mighty and high, ain't nowhere left for the good to go, no truth in a world full of lies" "why do we cry cry our eyes out, in them low lowly graves, mourning all the times we would've could've should've had our way." Nothing Left by Brown Bird I can't highlight a lyric here because it's the whole thing. if you look at one, let it be this one. "And I'm bloodying the garment of a ghost inside, making damn sure the body doesn't die." Wrong Black Mare by Brown Bird "Daddy laid it all on the wrong black mare, Hopped the next train to God knows where, But God don't go where your daddy's gone, Where the cowards and the fools belong." "You woke screamin' to a frightening sound, And your mama laying on the ground, A bad man running down the back door stairs, Blame it all on the wrong black mare."

I ACTUALLY LIKE ALL OF THESE SONGS LMAOOOO I HAVE OTHER PLAYLISTS WITH ALL OF THESE HAHAHA

[percentage7]

Empurple (English Translyrics) / エンパープル

Song: Harumaki Gohan

References: Vocaloid Lyrics Wiki

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Empurple

She rides on the power lines

Brooding on how her lilac will morph this time

Still hiding her fated life

Loosening violet corsets made of frilly lies

The answer has rusted away

So what will be your fate, trapped in the vase, my Rebecca*?

These words lodging in my throat, my bluish soul dyed in blood is being empurpled

Come open my left hand so tight and see what lies inside

These simple blue eyes shining so bright

Won’t I gasp if navy blood

Fills my heart where I once stood?

I just want to live my truth under this burning crimson sky

Hurting hearts and holding hands

Hoping you would understand

Please forgive me and ‘Purple’

All my wavering soul is being empurpled

She rips power lines apart

Catching the snake that killed the heart of that one innocent young princess**

Legs sore at the traffic light

Watching the crowds all intersperse, herself lost in all their sight, she’s-

-staring at those fading girls with foggy eyes, another Alice*** on a puppet string has passed right by

So shall I bind the wires around her heart if that would lighten up your mind?

Come open my right hand so bright and see my burning blight

A bloodied red sky trapped inside

Won’t you gasp at what lies bare?

Scarlet pouring in the air

Never knowing all these sights of my stunning crimson sky

Holding hands in pouring storms

Feeling your unending warmth

Please forgive me and ‘Purple’

All my wavering soul is being empurpled

Tinged with those blue eyes, colors swirling inside

Painting all my heart with a hue undefined

Reaching for your hand, standing bare in your sight

Do you see the sky that your love earnestly hides?

Grasping shards of red and blue

As I bid my mask adieu

But this dust won’t be enough to fix my shattered heart inside

If you hold my hand, I plead

Mend my fraying ruby seams

Please forgive me and ‘Purple’

All my wavering soul is being empurpled

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* 'Rebecca' may refer to Clematis Rebecca (red / purple flowers), the shade 'Rebecca' Purple' which is the key color in the song above, or the Hebrew name Rebecca which means 'to tie' / 'to bind'.

** This may refer to a Russian fairytale where an emperor marries a willing daughter off to a snake, where she is abused and killed; it may also refer to Cleopatra’s death, in which it’s believed she allowed an Egyptian cobra to bite her.

*** This may refer to Alice in Alice in Wonderland.

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

wen kexing, listen to my lament | Jarðartrá

there is an evil sibling to this video thats basically the exact same, only it hones even more in on wen kexing's fear of vulnerability and his yearning for warmth and release, to Sundown by Nightwish. i couldnt decide on a version and chose to go with both!

this is an almost 5 minutes video of just wen kexing shots from specific moments of the show while he has different conversations with different people. i wanted to comb his layers aside to find his dark underbelly; that terrible (self) destruction he bears within himself, that desire to harm that contrasts so his yearning for emotional intimacy. i wanted to explore that through his conversations with the most influental people in his present life: zhou zishu, luo fumeng, liu qianqiao, and gu xiang.

watch on youtube! | (original song) Jarðartrá by Eivør

“When I wrote this song, I envisioned the earth in its rawest elements: oceans, volcanoes, storms, soil”, remembers Eivør. “We all have echoes of these elements within us, but maybe we tend to forget that we are part of nature and its endless circle of decay and growth”. —Season of Mist, Eivør announces new album with earthy, electronic single "Jarðartrá", March 2024

(fully translated lyrics and thoughts under the cut!)

Dust to Dust/Jarðartrá, Eivør

Still it gushes forth in crimson waves fat river of fates bloodies sharpened blades From its dark depths corpses rise all the ocean’s delights drift before your sight Lift up your clouded eyes and look at me your unmasked home Listen to my lament come lie down in my blue embrace Reeking of your cruel rage flaking weapon-rust crusts your fierce death-lust Raging pyres must blaze out life’s primal song Can you sing along?

lyrics taken from the music video on youtube.

i took a more figurative approach to this video by expressing these themes, as i tend to do with all of my edits, and it doesnt focus on wen kexing's actions, rather on his relationships with those around him (also smth i tend to centre over other things), but i felt that aside from the rawness of the song's audio, the lyrics fit wen kexing's general plight very well and how it might affect his relationships even to those he wants to draw close and that he cares for.

[helluvaimagination]

Shadow Waltz

Ch. 1: Prologue - The Shadow Waltz Begins

CW: Graphic violence, death

Hey folks! This will be a long-form lucifer/alastor fic that isn't compliant with alastor's serial killer past. instead, in this world, alastor is sacrificed as part of a ritual and goes straight to hell. lucifer does his best to help <3

(Lyrics from "Shadow Waltz" by Bing Crosby)

In the shadows, let me come and sing to you

Let me dream a song that I can bring to you

Take me in your arms and let me cling to you

Let me linger long

Let me live my song

It was another quiet night at the station, and Alastor was, as usual, reclining in his chair and sipping his coffee as Bing Crosby crooned across the airwaves. Peaceful. Calm. Quiet. Just a hint of static in the air. It had to be close to midnight now, and when Alastor flicked his gaze out the window, the pinhole lights of stars winked down at him. There was nothing better.

Of course, that’s when it all went wrong.

In the winter, let me bring the spring to you

Let me feel that I mean everything to you

Love’s old song will be new

In the shadows when I come and sing to you

The door crashed open and hooded figures with shrouded, indistinct faces stormed into the booth. Alastor choked on his tea, dropping his mug and barely hearing it shatter against the ground. In an instant, he was being grabbed by strong arms and dragged out of his chair, dragged across the floor, dragged out the door. He tried to say something—the urge to shout and scream clawed at his throat—but nothing came out. The station was near a wooded area, a fact Alastor had loved ardently up until this very moment, as sharp branches scratched at his cheeks and tore open his skin. He was kicking his feet, desperately trying to resist, but the figures didn’t pay any attention to him.

And then they were in the clearing, a myriad of candles casting a red hue across the horrid scene. In the center was a bloodied altar upon which a deer had been brutalized. Behind it, there were chains and manacles attached to a tree. With a creeping sense of dread, Alastor realized that they were meant for him.

Shadows on the wall

I can see them fall

Here and there

Everywhere

They push him against the tree brutally and he hears rather than feels the crack of his head against the bark. His world darkens and grows hazier. Perhaps it is for the best, Alastor thinks to himself, and his suspicions are confirmed when one of the hooded figures picks up the deer’s antlers with reverence. Alastor’s lungs burn and his head spins and his vision blurs. Everything is happening too fast. He wonders, for a moment, if he’s just having a nightmare, if Bing Crosby’s dulcet tones lulled him into sleep.

Then, pain.

Silhouettes in blue

Dancing in the dew

Here I am

Where are you?

Distantly, as unconsciousness tugs at his mind, he hears chanting. Gibberish, for the most part, but then he picks out a word. A name. Lucifer.

It’s the last thought he has. He falls out of consciousness and then his soul falls out of its body and he is shackled by red light and pure, horrific darkness before being pulled down, down, down, so fast it’s impossible. He falls with a painful thump upon a flat surface. He doesn’t think he has eyes or a mouth or even a body, but he can still sense. He senses a being of pure light, light so impossibly bright and warm and radiant.

“I’m so sorry,” it says, too softly, too kindly. “I’ll do what I can.”

The light grows and grows until it cocoons him. He can feel himself being made anew.

In the winter, let me bring the spring to you

Let me feel that I mean everything to you

Love’s old song will be new

In the shadows when I come and sing to you, dear

In the shadows when I come and sing to you

Read Chapter 2 on Archive of Our Own right now!

[ms-oswald]

unknown/nth | osferth

author’s note: for @arcielee​ 1K celebration - just a little drabble based on hozier’s song ‘unknown’. for you my dear, hoping you will enjoy ❤️ congratulations again on your milestone! and to @itbmojojoejo​, thank you for beta reading! lots of love & stay safe 💕

      He was but a warrior monk.

An angel amongst beast; words she whispered to him in bed as they danced in the middle of the night, amidst the flames of the hearth.

Dear Osferth, ever so endearingly naive. His blues covered in rose, the coloured lenses granted his sight with a mirage of grace and beauty.

And through the hues stood a vision in darkness, lustrous and holy.

And she wore a crown, birthed from the shadows of her storm; the halo ever so bright, induced by the strikes of lightning.

And she was scarlet, the shade hidden behind sweet smiles, soft touch and tender song.

Ever standing tall, she would spell treats in his ear, enticing his heart with sacred promises.

And the gentle boy could only see light.

And the cold front was weaving its way through the air, the missing guest to a dinner party.

     He was but a kind soul.

Syllables she would mumble under her breath, Eve’s lips drenching him in sin.

And the lyrics seeped to his bones, his heart weakened in delight as it fell to its knees under the weight of her love. It sought him out, like the mating call of the wild, an animal in heat searching for its prey.

And she would shine, a body of divinity, with her robes as crimson as the blood running through his veins.

And the noble warrior, the kind monk, ever so keen for her touch, would beg for a sliver of her mercy - a saint amongst sinners, he would sing.

As she was, her halo bringing light to the blind.

And again, angel would flutter across her tongue; the heaviness of such holy name drafted wings on his back.

And he raised her, up, up, into the heavens, her pedestal resting amongst the beauty of the skies where her throne stood, crafted from his bones and marrow.

To his devotion, he grew hungry; sated by the fruit of the Malus, the nectar of temptation ran deep within his throat.

And her fate was sealed as she ate with him; canines sinking into the sarcotestas, the juices dripped down her chin, unhinged and unbothered. The mess was abhorrent yet such it was, a wondrous masterpiece.

Darling Osferth could only stare at the cherry colours of her self-portrait, fumes seeping through his bloodstream and ignoring the way she was holding her meal, the pieces of her pomegranate dissolving within her grasp.

The tighter she held onto the seeded fruit, the deeper he loved her.

    And so unknown he had felt until she looked his way, her piercing gaze causing the chill to run amuck and raise his skin.

My heart is yours, he would share with her, intimately under the covers.

And she had promised care and tenderness, the echoes of her spell reaching his ears the way a Sunday sermon vibrates through his soul.

Enthralled by her undeniable beauty, she gifted him a smile that could light up the world; a grin stretched so wide, her teeth showed remnants of her food, the pieces of muscle throbbing and stuck in between as they cast an alluring shadow.

And within the cavities of her mouth, her tongue licked her bloodied teeth. A hum of pleasure roamed in her throat.

And the heart was missing from his chest; a cold wind washed through the gaping hole.

And the lamb had grown frightened, for its innocence had become bruised under the caress of the wolf, the fur drenched with red.

Such a flamboyant colour, bathing sin and desire under its murky waters.

And his feathers tickled him as he fell to his knees in prayer, worshipping his love with such might.

    And as the story went, beloved Osferth - creature of pure light and goodness; the threads of his sheet stretched too thin. The strings of the marionette grew unstable, ever so slowly, and slowly, demolishing the perfect piece that was her art.

The aftertaste of the exocarp stuck on his tongue, the snake slithered through the grass haunting him like working poison.

And all remained well, though the rose of his blues started to fade, the cracks unfitting of his love.

And as such, dinner was treacherous; sinking into the depth of her gaze, he drowned under ruby water where at the surface sat her friends, guests to the party.

And by her side was Cassius, and next to him was Brutus.

And the honour went to Judas, leader of them all.

And as poor Osferth sunk deep below, his feathers set aflame, the storm grew stronger as ice seized his limbs.

Her descent had begun, her sceptre slipping from her callous hand.

    He was but a gullible man, the sweet monk.

The whispers of the devil trailing in his mind, the snake was wrapped around the poor man’s neck.

He had grown cold, his heart empty, destroyed upon the teeth of Hellfire.

He was never the angel she claimed him to be; the wings, an illusion that she seared into his brain, a state of mind that no longer remained sane.

The fantasy shattered as she fell to his feet.

And the pedestal had cracked, the throne gone.

Such a fiend she had turned out to be.

And he begged for forgiveness, his guilt submerged under holy prayer.

The scorch marks on his back stayed, tragedy forever imprinted onto his skin.

As it was, the price of sin.

And so, what is betrayal but the act of desperation? When a lover seeks comfort, who to trust but the one who will break and bound you once again - a path all well known, all well dangerous, yet still taken.

And he grew to dislike apples, the juices rotting his guts with every bite.

And within the darkness of the caves, he held her hand, her tarnished fingers interlaced with his.

Because he was sweet and thoughtful, he led the path home.

Round and round they went, down below the circles of Hell.

Oh darling, I’m home - a song she spat to her sweet husband as she tightened her lover’s hold.

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xoxo

[illarian-rambling]

❤️‍🩹- What would your character look like if they were a deity? And what would they have power of, and ❣️- What show/movie/game/book universe would your character thrive in? for the heart ask game :3 (sorry if you've alr answered these ones!)

I have not, thank you!

If my characters were gods, I think they'd be the gods of little things. They're only people, after all.

Izjik would be the goddess of a well-needed ass beating. Ever seen a middle school bully get their head bounced against a locker because they called a wrestler girl fat? Ever had your mind expanded by sparring against someone way better than you? These are Izjik’s domain. She appears to the worthy as a gray cloaked silhouette with bloody handwraps and a proud smile.

Sepo would be the god of the feeling you get while listening to your favorite song. Screaming out the lyrics in the car. Getting goosebumps while listening to it for the first time. He is the bearer of such feelings. He shows himself as a glimmer of dark eyes reflecting from your phone screen, radio dial, or record player.

Twenari would be the goddess of lab safety. She protects her followers from acid spills and accidentally getting crystal violet on their clothes. Occasionally, if someone has earned her wrath, they might find the chemical shower they need to use to be out of water. She appears as a whirl of colorful liquids found in the disposal bucket.

Djek would be the god of party safety. Say a prayer before you go out to the club, and you'll always find someone trustworthy to hold your drink while you use the bathroom. His faithful always find their way home even when stumbling drunk. He appears as a hazy form only to those who are heavily intoxicated, taking their hand and leading them back to their friends.

Astra would be the goddess of academic risks. She's who you pray to when you use some funky grammar in an essay or when you have to bullshit your way through citations. If your prayer pleases her, your gamble will pay off. She shows herself as a smiling face present in the twisting characters of an academic article or online journal entry.

Mashal would be the god of powering through dysmorphia. Sometimes, your body doesn't look or feel how you want it to, and sometimes, in the moment, you can't do anything about it. Mashal offers the persistence to go out and have an alright day regardless, granting the knowledge that it won't always be this way. He appears as a half-glimpsed figure in mirrors and windows, always with a comforting hand on your shoulder.

Ivander would be the god of interesting things happening at work. Having a boring day at your office job? Pray to Ivander and something might happen. It might be a food truck in the parking lot. It might be Kelly from HR getting into a screaming match with the IT guy. For good or for ill, he will always send something interesting your way. He takes the form of a faceless man in a suit, laughing at the edge of the scene.

As for what book/show/game/movie they'd be good in, that's a tougher one. Don't blame me if half of these end up being cosmere related lol

I've never seen the Walking Dead, but I do believe Izjik would do fantastic in any zombie apocalypse. She's got a good sense of community and is great at any sort of survival stuff. Alternatively, she could survive the Magnus Archive version of London. She's already used to one overbearing being named End - so what if you slap a The on there?

Sepo would do well on Roshar, the setting of the Stormlight Archive. He likes storms, he'd make a great ardent, and I think he could hear the parshendi rhythms through sheer force of will. If he ended up as a Radient, and lord knows he has the trauma to do it, he'd be an Elsecaller. The only problem would be, if he's an ardent, he'd have to shave his head, and that's a no go for him.

Twenari would legitimately enjoy being trapped in Aperture Labs. She loves puzzles and science. So what if there's some bodily risk? I think she'd actually get along with Glados and end up just asking for more puzzles once she finishes them all.

Djek would do well in the setting of The Kings of the Wyld. There, adventures are treated like rock bands, and afforded all the glitz and glamor you might assume comes with the station. He might not be the strongest fighter, but by god, can he work a crowd. He'd have a mob of fangirls by the end of his first quest.

Astra, as I've said before, would rule the setting of Mad Max. To be fair, I've never seen a Mad Max movie, but I know it has big trucks and scary guns, which are Astra's jam.

Mashal would do alright for himself in the Star Wars universe. There's just so much out there. He could wander the outer rim, helping whoever he finds as he goes. There are also a lot of other robots and robot-adjacent beings out there, so I think he could definitely find someone like himself to relate to.

Ivander, for my second cosmere setting of this post, could survive Elantris. More importantly, he could be afflicted by the Shaod and not go insane. He's already used to bearing an immense amount of pain. He'd probably just say "fuck it, were organizing this shithole now" and get to it before Raoden.

Thanks for the asks, these were fun ones :)

[susandsnell]

For the musical ask game: Carrie or Phantom of the Opera (whichever you’d rather do)? 😁

Send me a musical in my ask box:

Hey anon! Just for you, I'll do both! Beneath the cut it goes, as it's a little long.

Phantom of the Opera

Listened to It | wtf is that | LOVE IT | meh | um…hate it | heard of it | yes!!

Rate 1-10: Solid 10. Sorry. I have not progressed since the age of twelve and I never will.

Favorite Lyric: Angel, oh speak / What endless longings / echo in this whisper? I mean, you don't get much more gothic romance perfection from this (though the entirety of Wandering Child is perfect.)

Favorite Song: Oooh, tough one. Favourite to listen to is probably Masquerade, favourite to watch is probably either Down Once More/Final Lair for the sheer high octane melodrama of it all (and some truly phenomenal performances at its best), or Angel of Music for the Megstine goodness.

Favorite Character: Christine Daae!

Best Moment: When Meg takes her top off while congratulating Christine in the restaged tour When Christine gives her "tears of hate" speech to Erik and defies him at every turn in the Final Lair. When Erik comes diva-ing down the stairs in the Red Death muppet mask during masquerade.

Something that makes me angry: Carlotta did nothing wrong!!!! She's an aging woman in the entertainment industry whose career is being threatened by a skinny girl half her age and a fucking serial killer, of course she's mad!! She has every right to be a diva! And Piangi just supported his wife!

Gives me the chills: The entirety of Raoul I've Been There, especially the gorgeous high notes Christine hits, but I'll also hand it to the Don Juan Triumphant rehearsal scene because the self-playing piano into the terrifying Transition to the Graveyard is so endlessly iconic.

Overall opinions: One of the all-time greats. Perfect costumes, perfect plot, perfect ending. Christine and Meg are in lesbians and there's nothing you can do about it.

Carrie the Musical

Listened to It | wtf is that | LOVE IT | meh | um…hate it | heard of it | yes!!

Rate 1-10: 7, but the best moments really do stand out. Unfortunately the original is kind of unwatchable outside those moments and the redux got bogged down in ballad hell and spent wayyyyyy too much time humanizing Margaret. Kudos for the Sue's interrogation framing device and devolving into pure lesbianism between her and Carrie!

Favorite Lyric: I felt/As though/This girl revealed herself to me/And now/I know/That once you see/You can't unsee... For a cult classic that keeps pendulum swinging between camp and boredom (especially in the 2010s retooling), this lyric proves to me that Gore, Pitchford and Cohen completely and totally understood the character of Sue Snell, her trauma, and her relationship to Carrie. Honourable mention to God has seen your sinning/just beginning/pray for your salvation/from damnation/pray or/He will burn you, but only when it's Carrie's reprise in versions of the Destruction that keep Eve Was Weak.

Favorite Song: The World According To Chris is an absolute bop and campy fun, but A Night We'll Never Forget is such a fantastic full-cast counterpoint song before the storm, and musically hits the sweet spot the 76 film nailed so perfectly balancing a teen coming of age Cinderella comedy vibe and a deep, eerie sense of foreboding for characters we've been told from the beginning are all, in one sense or another, doomed. The build, the swell, the way it evokes the rays of sunlight in the last weeks of the school year with a horror movie twist...I love it I love it I love it.

Favorite Character: oh gee i wonder who it could possibly be could the favourite character of tumblr user susandsnell be Susan D. Snell herself

Best Moment: The Destruction!!!! Even though they kind of nerfed it orchestrally in the retool, I am a staunch believer in the horror musical, and I love watching various productions go wild with effects and acting as Carrie takes bloody vengeance in the unforgettable prom sequence. Honourable mention to the musical getting the closest of any adaptation to the book's ending with Sue being by Carrie's side as she dies, and, unable to quite adapt their telepathic final communication, they settle for the sapphic A Little Fall of Rain because these two are soulmates.

Something that makes me angry: At the risk of sounding like those cringe Steven Universe "all conflict in media is problematic" type of posters, I really think it does the story a disservice to overly sympathize with Margaret and give her so many songs. Don't get me wrong, I have no moral qualms with stories that humanize abusers in an effort to meaningfully explore and understand familial violence, cyclical or otherwise -- obviously, given I've been hyperfixated on IWTV this year, and Hereditary is one of my other favourite works of horror.

The problem here is that it's not executed particularly well. Margaret White is, whether played more human or more monstrously, a force of nature, and part of the sympathy we have for Carrie is that we share in her terror of this figure that looms so large that this sweet girl has to become a monster herself to overcome her, and even then can't quite. Rather than having us understand yet still fear and hate Margaret, the musical goes so far in her humanization as to almost afford her tritagonist status to Carrie and Sue, which utterly defangs her. We do not need to know her interiority that well, and in fact seeing that much of it and that she's "trying to help" Carrie from her perspective feels somewhat icky and more importantly, unnecessary. To be clear, I'm someone who thinks the Johanna (Mea Culpa) bit from Sweeney Todd is superfluous despite musical beauty and the sheer chutzpah of Sondheim trying to write the first instance of a man self-flagellating to orgasm in a broadway show. With villains, less is often more so they have more impact and menace.

Also, while I understand that it's usually a big star that plays Margaret (Betty Buckley and Marin Mazzie to name a few) and you obviously want to showcase her talent, her songs, with the exception of Eve Was Weak, are among the dullest and most skippable of the show. Like maybe in the show called Carrie we could spend more time with Carrie? Maybe more Sue? I'd even take giving Chris more character development than her being kind of sad at the end of The World According to Chris. I don't know, but all in all, where the show absolutely got Sue, they really whiffed it with Margaret.

Gives me the chills: "Doesn't anybody ever get it right? Doesn't anybody think that I hear?" Hits painfully close to home, especially with those stunning high notes; this followed by versions that keep the Eve Was Weak reprise with Carrie spitting her abuser's words back at her bullies, declaring herself the only God she trusts in, is incredibly powerful.

As well, stagings where Carrie's spirit during the epilogue pauses and gives Sue a last, lingering look on those ending lyrics I quoted above are heartrendingly beautiful.

Honorary mention to Carrie scaring Margaret slamming the windows the first time, but that's more an awesome moment than chilling!

Overall opinions: The sheer insanity of the original version is wildly entertaining, but once you get past the whole delightful mess of the legendary flop, what you have his a very uneven, meh show as far as horror musicals go, especially with the retooling taking out some of the best stuff or softening it questionably. With this being said, it absolutely has its moments, both musically and otherwise. The show adapts certain parts of the book other versions haven't that I was so delighted to see, and recognizes that the story is in fact about Carrie and Sue (I mean, Sue's final song to Carrie is a reprise of the melody of her love song with Tommy, come on!), so I can't help but love it for that.