#david sylvian imagines

[samiwife]

Wasted Summers ⋆ ★ (David Slyvian x Reader)

A/N: This is a fanfic based on the song "Wasted Summers by juju <3" It's such a good song and please go listen to it <3 Also in this fanfic, you and David are both teenagers <3 Also, this going to be told in the first person POV.

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

Summer was almost over and I still hadn't told David how I felt. We hung out so many times and each time I was with him. I just wanted to kiss him. He's been my friend since forever. I've cried over him because I know he'll leave me. I heard a buzz from my phone, I sat up from my bed and checked to see what it was. It was a text from David asking to hang out at the park we always go to. I sighed and texted back. I said yes and I'll meet him in 30 minutes. I wanted to hold David's hands and tell him how much I loved him. I feel like I'm wasting my time with him. I'm spending my time crying over him. I got up from my bed and got ready. After getting ready, I grabbed my house keys and walked down to the park. When I got there, David was sitting there waiting for me. I faked a smile and walked over. David looked so happy to see me and I was too. However, I felt so defeated and depressed over him. "Hey Y/N, how's your day," David said as he held my hand. I looked down and smiled.

"It's been okay, just been staying home, and stuff. Nothing crazy." I said while looking down. David smiles wider. "Y'know, I went to the cafe today and I saw the prettiest girl," David explains as he lets go of my hand. My heart sinks down. I wished I was the pretty girl in his eyes he loved. I couldn't help but listen to what he said. "Oh yeah? What did she look like?" I asked holding back tears as I stared at him. "She was just gorgeous, pretty eyes, plump lips, silky hair, just perfection." He describes. David was always like this, he would describe women in front of me and I would just listen trying to hold back tears. But still, he would be so lovey-dovey with me. He would hold my hand and tell me I was his everything. But then he would find a girl to date and leave me. Then they would break up and he would come back to me. I hated it, he was a leech and I was the man. But I guess he will never understand. As he spoke more about the girl he was interested in, I broke down and tears streamed down my face.

David stops talking and looks down at me. "Love, what's wrong? Is everything alright? Is it me?" He asks as he holds my hand tightly. I pulled away from him. I stood up and continued to cry. "Don't you get it? I love you! But you don't see it, you always fantasize about other girls but I always fantasize about me being the girl you would describe." I yelled at him, David couldn't say a word but he just sat there in the grass. I huffed and turned away from him. I wiped away the tears off my face. "Yes, you can." I heard from behind me. I turned to look at David. He was standing and walking towards me. More tears streamed down my face, he smiled and wiped them away. I swat his hand away and step back.

"David, I know you're just saying this and you'll leave me," I said as I breathed out. "Y/N, no I won't. Trust m-" I interrupted him "No David! I wasted half of my summer trying to hold your hand, You're the leech and I'm the man. I guess you just don't understand!" I yelled causing David to step back. David looks down in guilt and steps forward to me again. He then looks up and pulls me. "Y/N, I know this is hurtful, but I was with those girls because I secretly wanted you. I never thought you would be with me." David said as he held my hand. I cried more, David smiled and wiped my tears. "Y/N darling, I would never leave you. I promise. If I have you then I won't want anyone else." He says as he lifts up my chin. I closed my eyes expecting a kiss. As I stood, I felt my lips touch another pair. Those lips are David's. He caressed my cheek as we kissed.

[china-my-china]

David Sylvian Fluff where reader falls off bed while sleeping and wakes up on the floor please! 🥺❤

David Sylvian 💙

"Are You Okay, Hun?"

>< 1978 ><

•••

It was a boring, rainy afternoon ans you were taking a nap at a hotel in England

David was smoking his cigarette in the porch while looking at the landscape in front of his beautiful blue eyes

And you were peacefully asleep

You moved and somehow you fell off the bed, that's when you woke up

You gasped and looked all around, scared

Then you sat up, but still didn't leave the floor

"S/N?!" David called you and ran over

"Ouch!" You exclaimed to yourself and tried to get up

"Ooh, dear!" David walked towards you and helped you get standing "Take care, how did you move so much? You're not like this usually"

"I don't, i just did!" You said and sighed "ouch!" You complained

He could see you couldn't take your hand off your wrist

He grabbed your hand and softly massaged your injured wrist, hurts a lot

He got some ice and put it on the injury, it melted and then both of you lied down, but before this, Sylvo got up to throw his very worn cigarette away

Both of you fell asleep, together ♡

[elysiumblue]

Pick a card - What can you do to change your life? 🌊

Inspired by the super moon in Aquarius, here's a general reading for you to guide you to a radical change for your highest good.

The messages I channelled in this reading are SUPER intense. If you're not ready for harsh messages, this is not a reading for you. Also, don't force it to fit your situation if it doesn't resonate. Take what resonates, and leave the rest behind. Use my message for guidance and inspiration only. Don't make blind moves if my messages don't make sense for you at all.

👇🏻 Pick a glitch you feel drawn to👇🏻

And find the corresponding reading for you below!

Pile 1

I feel that you're super determined to be successful. Such pressure to be "great" in life may be from your family. They may be very harsh on you, or maybe you just want to prove them wrong, like showing them you can be successful. You may also follow some path suggested by your family. For example, it seems like being a lawyer is the only successful path in your family's eyes, so you work so hard to be a lawyer.

I have to say that you really have the quality to be successful. You have the patience, have the perseverance, have the intelligence to plan for long term... just everything. I really feel that you can do everything you want and nail it because you're so determined to be the best. (Are you an earth sign? That's earth sign energy for me 😳)

However, have you ever thought about what you TRULY want to do? You're killing it even when it's a torture for you to pursue this path... just imagine if you're truly enjoying it. Imagine your flame is burning wildly, and freely, and glow so brightly in the field you truly enjoy, instead of keeping the anger in your heart, and feel the burning pain.

You know that success takes time. It's not something that can happen randomly one day. So why not take a break, and reflect on the direction you're moving in. I believe that nothing can be truly eliminated. This is same for the effort you've invested in the past. Even if your true passion is something that is totally different from what you're working on right now, I can guarantee that the experience from the past can still help you in your new journey. Also, your unique experience can help bring innovation to the field you wanted to work on. I really believe that bringing real innovation into the world is the best thing a man can do in their life, instead of following a path flawlessly.

Don't be afraid of people walking away from you. It's inevitable that you will disappoint someone, but does it really matter that much? Imagine if today was the last day of your life, and you're living a life that you don't like. Disappointing yourself is the ultimate betrayal, as you have no one to blame on. Why waste time and energy to build a jail to trap yourself, when you can break free. The people you can meet are either warden or inmate in the jail. You deserve so much more, as everywhere you go, success follows.

Take your time in your journey, as success can never miss you.

Pile 2

I can see that you have to cut off some person that doesn't serve you anymore from your life. I feel that the person you have to walk away from is a feminine figure, like a demanding mother or girlfriend. They don't have to be a female tho. You definitely know who is ruining your life and making it insufferable, because I can see that you're at your limit. You may be a masculine, but it may also just your energy for now. I can see that you're trying so hard to use logic to justify this connection, but it seems that your calculation is wrong, because you miss a major factor in this equation, YOURSELF.

Why do you feel that you're lesser than them, and have no real purpose other than feeding all your life force to them, so they can look so beautiful and glowing? You're not a piece of log in the fireplace. You're a person, with your own purpose that your life shall burn for. There's only 1 real person that's living if you continue feeding the other person, but it should be 2 living people on earth. The world wants you to be like an individual person too.

Don't be afraid of the pain that will come from cutting ties with that person, because it'll probably be less than one third the pain you're suffering right now. You may be suffering for a long time, but please believe that the cycle of pain can end right now, if you decide to put an end to it.

Stop living for others. Start living for yourself. It's not serving the world when you're serving a meaningless purpose. Remember that your existence matters. Explore what you want to do for yourself, and fight for yourself. Start glowing, so you can stop being someone else's shadow.

(I can also feel that this situation may require quick action because of how bad it is. You really need to do something right now or at least make a change in your thought patterns, so you can stop being delusional in this situation.)

Pile 3

Do you have a feeling that your thoughts are super volatile? It can be thoughts that you have to devote, or even sacrifice for someone. It can also be like your thoughts are super strong and wild that it doesn't seem like belongs to you. It you resonates with this, you may have dark spells being casted on you. If you don't feel like it's your situation at all, then it's not your pile. Go pick another one.

Someone has casted some dark spells to sabotage your life. I don't even want to dig deeper into this situation, as I don't feel safe to do so. But I am very sure that someone need to know this as soon as possible, so I am delivering this message.

Seek professional help right now. Your life is a mess, because someone wants you to be ruined. You have to solve the problem or it will only be worse for you. Go figure out who's sus. I don't want to go into the energy it's so creepy 💀😭

[olipeaksforever]

promise (the cult of eurydice): an in our angelhood web weaving.

Featuring:

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (dir. David Lynch. 1992)

Ophelia by Léopold Burthe (1862)

Promise (The Cult of Eurydice) by David Sylvian (from the album Secrets Of The Beehive, 1987)

Dark woods and active imaginations by Zeb Williams on Flickr.

[vocalintel]

unfortunately i have already won the music taste argument by imagining myself as the chad david sylvian liker and you as the crying incel david byrne fetishist

[mywifeleftme]

267: Tomoko Tane // C'est merveilleux d'aimer

C'est merveilleux d'aimer Tomoko Tane 1986, CBS

The second unknown Japanese record from my office Secret Santa reveals itself to beeee… a female J-pop singer-songwriter. Less my speed than the robot-boppin’ jazz fusion of yesterday’s entry, most tracks on this one give me anime intro music vibes, though I have to give it points for its imaginative arrangements—the rhythm of “Oyasumi Tinker Bell” (“Goodnight Tinker Bell”) feels like a bunch of cartoon steam presses wearing colourful hairbows have been convinced to stamp in time; “Kigatsuiteyo My Boy” (“Be Careful My Boy”) gradually accelerates into a thumping synth bass speed tunnel (and shreddy guitar breakdown); while “Getabako no Kaijiken” (“Mysterious Incident in the Shoe Closet”) has a proggy stop-start time signature under its syrupy violin and chicken scratch funk guitar. Knowing nothing of J-pop, there is probably a constellation of artists out there I could compare aspects of this record to, but the best I can do is gesture toward the faint tasting notes of Kate Bush (“It Must Be Love”) or David Sylvian (“Ai No Uta”) as I detect them.

I don’t see this ever being my thing, but there is unquestionably a ton of craftsmanship behind it. Perhaps it’ll be a grower, but in the meantime, kudos to the gorgeous cover by manga artist Yuji Kamosawa, featuring a French boy and his dapper rabbit pal lighting their cigarettes with a star. Continental swag at its finest.

267/365

[throbbingwish]

Oh god I don't know if I can catch everything up to speed, but I've changed a lottttt. I go to a community school transition program now to get me back into school. Actually one of my teachers was in Phantom Sydney, and as someone who loves POTO it's always so great to hear his stories. Currently, my celebrity crush is Jimmi Simpson; he's just so charming, funny, he has this air about him that's so likeable. He has such a nice sounding voice, perfect lips (his upper lip is bigger than his lower lip! How cool is that. I think that's such an attractive feature...), the most beautiful nose (I just love love LOVEEE medium-big upturned noses. Upturned noses in general, the best nose on a man.), he's very talented as an actor and has been in some great shows (I actually first started loving him in 2022, when I watched USS Callister in Black Mirror. Actually that's what reignited my crush on him recently with its rewatch!) his gorgeous hair, his beautiful beautiful blue eyes and the fact that he listens to SMOG!!!!! I found out in an article, and honestly that's so good. I'm a fan of Bill Callahan and knowing he listens to Smog is a win for me. I don't know if he still does, but in the article he said he did. He also wears glasses! Gosh, I could go on all day but I don't want to waste your time. Currently my top artists are Jack Ladder, PJ Harvey, John Cale, Roxy Music, Bill Callahan, Scott Walker, David Sylvian, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds (Yes I know, Nick Cave and PJ Harvey, scandalous) and The Blue Nile. But I think spotify stats is a bit off on the ranking. Jack Ladder I have definitely been listening to most; I am OBSESSED with the song Susan. I actually found it around a year ago and loved it, but then in May started listening again and could not stop. It's actually become my top song of all time on spotify. That's how much I listen to it, and it never gets old. Cold Feet is such a nostalgic song too, it makes me feel some things. Its such a night song, I want to drive with it through the cool air near nature and sky at autumn/winters night with my lover in the car. If only I had a lover, I would cherish him completely. And as I said I've been listening to Bill Callahan, The Wind And The Dove is stuck in my head and all you'd hear if you stepped into my mind would be "I am a child of linger on, I peer through the window gone" just repeating and repeating on the loud speaker at mind terminal. I wonder if I was there, what plane would I catch. There would be so many to choose. Obviously, I get free access as the owner of the land, but my mind is wild and free and expands to many different places with my millions of thoughts, ideas, aspirations, feelings, interests, etc. I could take a world tour and reflect on all of this. I can imagine the floors as warm and my eyes calm and cool, steady guided to reflection plane. I just love that its Winter now by the way, I love all the months, Winter has its special charm. I'd always want to make love in a field near the mountains at night time during winter, with the cool breeze on me. I really do love nature. I love the bush, I love the mountains and towering trees in Washington and Appalachia, the beauty of the Blue Mountains, of course Austria and Switzerland and China is so beautiful too. I could go on and on. Most importantly, I love the mountains, hills, fields, trees, and the country. I also like lakes if they're surrounded by trees like in coming of age films. Speaking of film, I want to watch Wristcutters: A Love Story. It's next on my list. I might as well go, its getting late at 1am. My eyes hurt and I need glasses. I'm glad I get to post this, I'll probably read back on it later.

[yowana-39]

TBH i think keith silverstein has an amazing voice but david sylvian is how I always imagined eng johan because of the ed lol

[old-memoria]

❤️ HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVID SYLVIAN ❤️

23. 02. 1958

[samiwife]

Hii, could you do a fluff with David Sylvian and the fem reader? please <3

YES OFC, I HAVEN'T DONE DAVID IN SO LONG <3 Thanks 4 the request <3

Work Partners ੈ✩‧₊˚ (David Sylvian x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

You work as an assistant for your boss at a photography company. You've made some amazing friends in the office you worked in but one stood out from the rest. David. He was so sweet, funny, handsome, and everything about him made you blush. David was the one who helped you when you were just starting out. He was never mean or cocky about himself. He was gentle and understanding. When you made mistakes in the work you did, he'd always help you. He never made you feel dumb or worthless. No doubt, you loved David. However, you weren't sure if David felt the same. You and David worked on opposite sides of the building but you two always met in the breakroom every day. One day when you arrived at work, you decided to make a move on him. You didn't know what to do but you'll figure it out. You walked into the building and quickly walked to your office.

You set your stuff down and walked to the breakroom to see if David was there. And, he was. David was sitting at the breakroom table alone sipping coffee as he read his newspaper. You walked in casually and grabbed a mug filling it with coffee. David looks up and smiles. "Good morning Y/N, how are you today?" David said smiling ear to ear. You smiled and sat down in front of him. "I'm doing good David, what are you reading in the paper?" You asked reaching for the paper as David handed it to you. "Oh, it's nothing special, just news and crosswords," David explains. You read the paper as David smiles at you. "Oh, sorry. I figure you want this back." You said handing the paper back. David chuckles, "No love, it's alright. You can read it." David said.

You smiled and blushed. You laid your hand on the table and continued to read. David blushed and reached for your hand. He grabbed your soft hands and caressed them. Your face turns bright red. "You have beautiful hands Y/N," David said. You gulped the lump in your throat. Now this is your chance to make a move. "David, I was thinking. Would you like to go on a picnic with me this Saturday?" You said shyly. David blushes and looks down then back up at you. "Yes of course we can Y/N. I was planning on asking you out but, you seemed so busy." David explained as he held your hand tighter. "Oh David, I'll always make time for you. I may be busy but for you, I'm always free." You said while looking down. David lets go of your hand. You look up and look into David's eyes.

David chuckles and places his hand on your chin and pulls you in closer to him. David's lip gently locks to yours. You closed your eyes and leaned in closer deepening the kiss. After a few seconds, you quickly pulled away. "Oh my god, I'm sorry. It just felt right." You said frantically. "Love, it's okay. Nobody's going to hurt you." David reassured you. "Yeah I know, but about our boss? Wouldn't he freak out if we started dating?" You asked nervously.

David smiled widely. "Y/N, I already asked him. He said he doesn't care. In fact, he actually encouraged me to ask you out. He said you're a hardworking girl and you deserve to be happy." David said as he smiled widely. You sighed in relief. You leaned towards David and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "I gotta get back to my desk and start working. So I'll see you during lunch?" You asked smirking at David. David blushes, "Yeah, see you on Saturday for the picnic?" David said smirking back. "Of course, see you later darling." You said walking out while winking. David blushed and drank his coffee as he continued to read the newspaper.

[selftrepanning]

i love on instagram when like regular ass middle aged people follow me bc of the pictures of bands & shit i post when half my posts are about the worst incomprehensible shit ever

[demon4dilfs]

im watching a show from the tour david sylvian and robert fripp did together and the fashion is👌

sylvian is pretty and 90s chic. he’s everything tiktok eboys want to be.

this is juxtaposed with fripp’s rather priestly appearance. the high white collar and puffy sleeves are a bold choice.

then you have trey gunn, cool as always in a patterned shirt with his warr guitar and slicked back pony

then there’s pat mastelotto, also with a nice 90s pony, dressed casually in a weird graphic tshirt and vest

[theartistknownaslymond]

Oh also I can’t remember if I asked, but maybe an Oonagh playlist if you’d like? (Lmk if I’m requesting too many of these haha)

Not at all! Love getting these asks :D And this one was waaaaay too fun, I could have kept adding things forever. Managed to wrestle it down to 15 tracks...

Hard-wrought with Unleashed Storms - a playlist for Oonagh O'Dwyer in the band AU (link to Spotify)

The Dubliners - Óró Sé Do Bheatha' Bhaile

David Bowie - Oh! You Pretty Things

Gang of Four - We Live As We Dream, Alone

Grace Jones - Nipple to the Bottle

Cocteau Twins - The Spangle Maker

Carpenters - Ticket to Ride

Horslips - Hall of Mirrors

David Sylvian - When Poets Dreamed of Angels

Shriekback - The Big Hush

The Cure - Pictures of You

The Velvet Underground & Nico - All Tomorrow's Parties

Shakespeares Sister - Red Rocket

PJ Harvey - Sheela-na-gig

Kraftwerk - Das Model

Melissa Etheridge - Come to My Window

Comments below the cut. CW for discussion of domestic violence, EDs, you know...Oonagh stuff.

We begin with an Irish rebel song, of course. When you can also translate the opening lines as 'Welcome oh woman who was so afflicted, / It was our ruin that you were in bondage, / Our fine land in the possession of thieves… / And you sold to the foreigners!' I think we can safely call this an Oonagh song on every level.

Oh! You Pretty Things is early Bowie from Oonagh's modelling days, having a blast with her friends, living a life her family thoroughly disapproves of, and doing her bit to arm the nationalists on the side.

The Gang of Four track just makes me think of Oonagh's spikiness and cynicism, the way she throws herself into making money from her career and Cormac just doesn't believe she can really be doing that well from such a silly job - though he's happy to spend her earnings just the same. Then Nipple to the Bottle is another song about her and Cormac, alcoholism and dv, her defiance, plus Grace Jones has the kind of career Oonagh thinks she would love. And yes, I realise the song is actually about the breast vs bottle-feeding debate. But I suppose Oonagh probably has strong feelings about not being able to feed Cai herself given how unwell she becomes under Gabriel's care on the ashram, so it fits either way.

The Cocteau Twins track is just so sinister, very Berlin (QP) Oonagh, about both Cormac and Gabriel (though she doesn't know it about the latter yet). Ticket to Ride is her escape to the ashram (and yes I am deeply annoyed Karen Carpenter changed the pronouns, because it's Oonagh leaving, not Cormac), sad but at peace, and Oonagh is doubtless well aware that Karen Carpenter is battling with severe ed just like her. Horslips are another Irish band Oonagh would be fond of, and Hall of Mirrors covers everything from modelling and dysmorphia to the gas-lighting of Cormac and Gabriel. Eerily, the carnival music in the background reminds me a lot of Ticket to Ride, too.

The David Sylvian track is another one that covers her relationship with Cormac, her aunt Therese's deliberate ignoring of Cormac's violence because he's a poet and a 'great man' and the fact she puts up with him for so long for 'the cause' as well. Just imagine Francis playing a cover of this (it's a bit late, really, '88 I think, but go with it) and Oonagh raging in the audience at his audacity, but also being kind of moved that he's noticed and cares.

Softly explore each hallway and room

Like a thief in a haunted house

You never know what you will meet next

A monster or a mouse?

It's time to face up to yourself

Come and watch your head distort

This one's interesting

Shows a crack right through your heart

Then the Shriekback song is one I chose first because of the sound - it's exactly the sound Oonagh wants to cultivate in her break-through, and when she and Thady Boy sing it's precisely this kind of thing. The lyrics don't hurt either, mind:

She rises early from bed

Runs to the mirror

The bruises inflicted in moments of fury

He kneels beside her once more

Whispers a promise

"Next time I'll break every bone in your body"

And the well-wishers let the devil in

And if the river ran dry they'd deny it happening

Pictures of You is for Oonagh reflecting on her modelling career, reclaiming her identity and what she likes about herself. Musically I think she's really into early goth like The Cure.

Is there a flame in the dark?

Is there a bright hard star?

These creatures look the same now

We freeze wherever we are

We wake alone in the blackness

We sleep wherever we fall

One dream all around us

This big hush infects us all

All Tomorrow's Parties is one I had on the mini-playlist for Oonagh ages ago and it's just too her not to put it on here (see also Kraftwerk, Das Model). Definite Nico vibes to her brief attempt to get into pop-stardom, and she, too, has a quirky voice rather than a, uh, good one for singing.

Shakespeares Sister - Red Rocket is a bit of fun from a great Irish artist, but it's also a bit about the ashram:

And then oh, if I could draw, I would draw Oonagh and Marthe going absolutely ape-shit in the crowd as PJ Harvey sings Sheela-na-gig - reclaiming sexuality and Irishness and autonomy and just 'washing that man right outta my hair'. Finally, Come to My Window is also for Them - early '90s lesbian chart domination!! They deserve it.

Life's a bitch then you die

No more dancing in the sky

Part on another star

You can't get there in a car

Find a new religion

Going on a mission

Making a decision

To face my soul

[passionate-reply]

I looked david sylvian out of curiosity and holy shit poor guy he had so much style what happened

I was a bit jocular in my post the other day, but honestly, I kind of respect him for it. I think his recent “look” is very deliberate, and serves a significant purpose in his artistry, as much as his New Romantic pretty boy aesthete look served the goals of his artistry in the 1980s.

Based on some statements he’s made over the years, he seems to bristle somewhat at being known and remembered chiefly for being a sex symbol or fashion plate--and I think it’s easy to imagine why that would be frustrating, when you want to be taken seriously as an artist. It’s the classic sort of Marilyn Monroe dilemma. I think his look nowadays is deliberately de-sexualized, to put more focus on his music. Honestly, the guy is well within his rights to do whatever he wants and age on his own terms, he doesn’t owe anybody fuckability and it irks me a bit that there are people who seem to act like he does.

Plus, I think being too strongly associated with the specific fashion and style of the 80s reads as gaudily dated to a lot of people, sadly. It’s easy to forget about backlash against that stuff while surrounded by blogs like this one that are appreciative of that whole aesthetic, but lots of people were really sick of it, especially in the 90s when it wasn’t fully “retro” yet.

tl;dr David Sylvian may look like an evil undead scarecrow but he’s an evil undead scarecrow whomst I respect

[spaceintruderdetector]

Holger Czukay and radio’s power to connect

‘‘For Czukay, radio was a tool for expanding his aural imagination rather than for investigating the usual vocabularies in any pre-existing genre. He heard Stockhausen's Kurzwellen (Short Waves) for six musicians with shortwave radio and live electronics when it was premiered in Bremen in 1967. He declared: “The musicians were searching on the radio for some short wave specific in sound and rhythm, keeping it in tune for a while, playing with their ‘ordinary’ instruments and again searching for another sound signal coming from the radio.” Stockhausen was mixing those sounds and Czukay described the concert as a category of “advanced ambience”. Czukay had been fond of radio since he was a pupil, and he might have gotten the idea of playing radio at that time. He continued to play radio as an instrument all through his career, notably his solo albums Radio Waves Surfers and Moving Pictures, as well as his collaborations with David Sylvian. I love the way he added radio with grainy static noises, and those heavily compressed textures immediately changed the chemistry with other instruments and transformed the whole into a dreamy soundscape.’‘

Global signals: Aki Onda on Holger Czukay and radio’s power to connect

https://www.thewire.co.uk/in-writing/essays/global-signals-aki-onda-on-holger-czukay-and-radio-s-power-to-connect

[faimrpg]

Name: Karine Age: 25+ Occupation: Spy for Alain Gauthier Suggested Faceclaims: Alperen Duymaz, John David Washington, Amita Suman, Zoe Kravitz Pronouns: Up to player Currently: Open

YOU HUNGER FOR —

Pursuit. Though you are not one for cheap thrills, you chose this life specifically for it. You became an informer because it led you to the mouth of adventure, opening wealth and danger before you like a river. Instruments are usually made at the behest of others—but you carved yourself from yourself. You are self-professed in the best ways to infiltrate a foreign body, be it country or a person. You weaned your mouth on the poison it takes to subdue and survive it. For a while, you whetted these talents in one of the secret covens that abound throughout Celestine. When your companions spat you out in the streets, determined to cut the losses of rabid dogs, you landed on your feet and even did a tumble. You smiled blood-lipped at the applause. Alain recruited you as one auctions a cursed object, abandoned by a wiser, duller owner. He chose you not for your talents with a stiletto, which remain unrivaled even in the copse of killers that is Calandre’s capital, nor for your mind, skilled in all the vernacular of dead and dying empires. You never asked what you saw on you, but you can wager a safe bet: it was your laughter, opening around danger like a fruitbite. Gauthier had enough sensible hirelings: what he needed was a beast that never slacks the chase.  As it is, your thrills are the furthest thing from whimsical. They are an offering on the shrine of the highest bidder, sharp as cut rubies and thrumming crimson. 

CONNECTIONS

Sylviane Amaury: There’s something to be said about the lap of luxury, after all. Though you never saw yourself falling in bed with someone like them, all gilded satinwood and flimsy porcelain, it was not for lack of imagination. You simply dismissed them as complications without due reward. You wanted your hunt for power to be seized and earned, rather than granted as some alcove gift. Whenever Alain called you into court, your entertainment laid elsewhere. But the painter, in their decadence and ignorance of all that’s dirt and bones, has a charm of their own.  Of course, that they have Calandre’s ears does not hurt, either. 

Rowan ald Gwynn: It’s a jarring sight, watching Widrowem bleed into Val Faim like an open wound. It’s  as if having two worlds enmeshed together and then wrenched apart. You knew Rowan in what feels like another life—not older, or kinder, or even less deadly, but one carried in parallel to your days in Celestine. Whenever Alain dispatched you to the southern kingdoms, on numerous and sinister  tasks over the years, you would go to them for both information and indulgence. Perhaps it was rivalry; perhaps it was affection. Whatever the form, they knew you under a different name, a different self. And now they are here.  

Victoire de Chevin: Before the little tin soldier rose in the ranks, they were only another toy waiting beneath Celestine’s heel. They say Calandre makes people, and then unmakes them at the next wheel’s turn—but you know that is not the empress’ prerogative. That’s merely how fate turns. As someone who travelled all over the known world, and to the brink of the unknown one, you’ve seen all kingdoms do the same. Victoire was once small, and overeager, and it nearly cost them their life. You swept in to save them before Alain even ordered it. How fortuitous, that now they’re on the large, and you can swoop in to ask for your debt.