#emo music never went anywhere

[nimmie-nugget]

Just came back from making an Emo Reader x Tyler Harendez (Request) Can you make an Emo Reader x Tyler Harendez

Tyler met Reader at a hot topic while he was at the mall with Taylor and the others. (I'm not good with writing srry.)

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Concept: Tyler with an Emo!S/O

Note: GREAT IDEAAAA🔥🔥🔥 guys we gotta stop being preppy for a moment🎀🧍‍♀️ Sorry abt this appearing in tags that aren’t even related<3 also I say your writing is great :)

Warning: I apologize prior for any Grammer, Spelling+etc errors. Cringe?? Tyler may be OOC >:(

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“Mhm.. alright thank you.” He said, sounding a tad bit agitated for someone who just received help, but he didn’t disrespect you so you can Willy Donka your way out.

I imagine that likeee he visited hot topic a few times already but needed help with findings thing around so you popped uppp

No because you two started to hang out a bit more when he kept coming often

For some reason you’re just there at hot topic 24/7 and he hasn’t seen you out anywhere, not even in school

Please get some help

“Ugh.. if you do not hold still I will shove the tip of this eyeliner in your eye!!” He threatened.

“Stop talking for fucks sakes, I can’t do your lipstick if you keep yapping in my ear… [NAME] I SWEAR TO-” Tyler was annoyed, he doesn’t mind you speaking but please let him do your makeup without any troubles!!

He doesn’t mind doing your makeup, he had a lot of experience with Taylor so why not?

Does find it a tad bit annoying when you’re moving your face but he’s your boyfriend so he’ll tolerate it ♡

“There too, yeah?” He said as he points to a bunch of spots he wants you to kiss.

He’d love your kisses, especially since your lipstick would leave kiss marks

Wishes he could live in the moment forever

“You listen to too many rock bands.. listen to me for once.” He said, groaning in annoyance. Just wanting your attention.

Shared the same music taste as ya

Both of you would be blasting music in either of your rooms

“This is how you do it right?? Well? Tell me I won’t know if your dumbass likes the way I do it or not!” He spouted out, rolling his eyes as he gave a pat to you on the head.

Earlier when the relationship started he went on to practice on how to do makeup so he could do all the black lipstick and eyeliner nnn stuff with ya

He sees it as a bonding experience♡

Nowwww the phantoms. PHANTOMS. PHANTOMS.

He’ll never let you know about the phantoms though, it’s not like you’ll even believe him..

“You better have enjoyed reading this.. reading me.. to fill that fantasy filled head of yours for fictional characters.. lame am I right?” He insulted as you finished reading all these head cannons.

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Lil Note: Hearts, Comments and Reblogs are Appreciated❤️

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[theaceofarrows]

Elemental Masters in the movie-verse headcanons

Morro - Lloyd Garmadon's emo cousin and a college student who is kind of in a gang that commits a few crimes here and there, which is fine because people already assume he's evil for being related to Lloyd

Skylor - She inherited Chen's Noodle fortune after her father went to prison under mysterious circumstances. Has the best cooking in home ec class. It's even better than Zane's. She and Nya are an unstoppable duo in gym class

Griffin Turner - He's the substitute gym teacher at Ninjago High that everyone has a love-hate opinion of because he always, always makes everyone run a mile and doesn't let anyone get away with slacking, but he's also funny and somehow pretty chill

Karlof - Owns a popular metalworking shop and is a part-time substitute shop teacher at Ninjago High. Nya and Jay are his favorite students

Neuro - He's a defense lawyer. He's always able to call a bluff, and it never fails to frustrate the opposing counsel

Shade - She's a professional private investigator. One of the reasons that he's so good at his job is that no one can EVER spot him

Camille - She's a professional special effects makeup artist who always does the best onscreen effects

Krux - He's basically Ricky Geravis' character from Night At the Museum but a lot angrier, and also seconds away from firing his brother. Death glares at anyone on their phone

Acronix - He's a security guard at the museum who is always playing on his phone too loudly. Would have been fired several times over if his brother wasn't the curator

Bolobo - He's an environmental activist who may or may not have committed some minor crimes against major oil and energy corporations

Tox - She's a pharmacy manager who is very obviously into some shady stuff, but the rest of the staff turn a blind eye to it because she's the most knowledgeable person there

Jacob Pevsner - He owns a music studio next door to Dareth's dojo. Has banned Dareth from going anywhere near the music equipment

Ash - He's a firefighter. He's very good at his job, but nobody likes him because of his personality

[nocreativityfornames]

Random Obey Me! Headcanons Part 3

Asmo collects plushies, he finds the little things absolutely adorable and has tons of them in his room. And yes, you'll see Asmo's eyes lit up like a kid if you ask him about them and their individual names. He will also be glad to explain each one's little story and how he got them, and you would be endeared to find that a good portion of the plushies were given by the other brothers themselves, who have known about his love for collecting for a long time now.

Belphie is one of those people who when you ask them for something will ALWAYS blatantly say no at first but then proceed to nonchalantly do the exact thing you asked with no ounce of shame whatsoever, maybe even smirk a little as they finish doing whatever it is you asked. It's a little annoying at first, but you eventually get used to it. He's just likes being a brat, really.

Satan had an emo phase as a teenager, he would dye his hair black, only wear dark clothes, paint his nails regularly ( with the help of Asmo ), listen to typical emo music, the whole nine yards. And of course, he was more rebellious than ever, refusing to listen to his brothers and just any authority figures in general. He's ashamed of it now and cringes hard seeing pictures of himself back then. As any good father older brother would though, Lucifer always manages to embarrass him by bringing up that phase and even showing the "cursed pictures" to friends/potencial partners Satan brings home.

Levi likes to hide in small spaces when he's anxious, overwhelmed, or just doesn't wanna deal with something ( social interactions more often than not ). Oh, you're at a party and you can't find Levi anywhere? Check the less crowded room, more specifically under the tables, he's probably there playing games on his phone. Hm, it's lunch break at RAD and the third born is nowhere to be seen? Inside his locker, or maybe the janitor's closet. He doesn't know exactly why he does it, but it's a habit that's been with him ever since he was a small angel. Those places just comfort him, somehow. And don't worry, he's pretty flexible so it works out just fine. I mean, why else would he be okay sleeping in a bathtub?

MC and Mephisto didn't meet for the first during S4. In fact, these two first met only a week into the exchange program, with Mephisto interviewing MC for the RAD Newspaper. Because of course, the public was dying to know more about the newest exchange student who had just entered the academy, and multiple news outlets were covering MC's arrival and curious situation, given that they had been placed with the seven brothers at HoL, and had gotten into a pact with Mammon so quickly. Being aware of all of this, Mephisto knew that an exclusive interview with MC would give everyone in the kingdom something to talk about, and so he sought to be the first one to get his hands on one. ( Also he was very intrigued and eager to known more about MC, but of course he'd never admit that. )

Belphie and Mammon both have piercings around their bodies. Mammon especially likes the golden and grey ones that match his rings, while Belphie prefers them black ( because of course he would ).

For the first 2-3 months of the exchange program, MC genuinely thought Diavolo and Lucifer were a couple. This happened because ever since day 1 they were hearing "funny comments" about the two of them and just assumed they were in an actual relationship. And no one ever bothered to correct them because they found it hilarious, and wanted to see how long it'd take for them to find out the truth. Some of the brothers even went as far as purposely making up stories to lead MC to believe that Lucifer was out on dates with Diavolo when he wasn't at home and they came looking for him ( and the bastards would immediately start laughing the moment MC left the room ). MC only found out the truth when they were talking to Lucifer about Diavolo one day and casually replied to something he said with "But that's not really surprising since he's your boyfriend" and Lucifer just went ???? "Excuse me?? What did you just say?" and proceeded to explain that he and Diavolo were in fact not in a relationship. ( the punishment he gave his brothers after finding out about this "little prank" of theirs was no joke, but none of them regretted it, it was "just too funny", in their own words )

Lucifer's voice changes DRASTICALLY depending on his mood. Like, the more serious/stressed he is, the deeper it goes, and the more relaxed/content he is, the softer it becomes. You can hear it cleary when you compare the way he sounds on a regular basis when lecturing the others, speaking about work, giving speeches as RAD's vice president, etc, to rare occasions when he's talking about music and art, playfully teasing the others, or recalling a nice moment from the past. It's like there are 3 stages to his voice: usual deep, furiously deep ( that iconic "Mammooon" ), and ACTUALLY SOFT. The ones who get to hear his "nice voice" the most are MC, Diavolo, Barbatos, Luke, and Beel.

One that's already been discussed by other players but that I'd like to add on: demons ( and angels as well ) give humans "uncanny valley feeling" and MC could tell there was something ""wrong"" with brothers ( they aren't humans ) the moment they first laid their eyes on them in the council room. And my addition to this is: although the brothers all give off this feeling, it's to varying degrees that depend on how much they can blend in as a human. And Satan is the only who can bypass this "filter" almost completely, because remember when Lucifer first introduced him by saying something along the lines of "He might look nice but don't fall for it because it's an act"? Well, I like to think that Satan also looks the most "normal" out of his brothers when it comes to the "uncanny valley feeling" because of this too, since he has pretty much mastered the art of appearing trusting to deceive humans back in the day and is still the best at disguising himself as human to not to scare people away when visiting the human world and such.

Solomon has a hobby of solving jigsaw puzzles, like, you know those huge ones that take over the entire table or floor? He absolutely loves them and will gladly spend a whole day focused on completing them if needed. And if you offer to solve one with him? Oh, he'll get so excited it's actually kind of adorable. So do it, it's the road to his heart, even if you find it boring.

Lucifer leaves Beel on charge whenever he has a work-related trip, or simply intends on spending more time out of the house than usual. It's easy, as long as the second youngest keeps everything in order, Lucifer promises to take him to any restaurant he wants ( no matter how expensive ), and to let him eat to his heart's content when he comes back. Oh, Mammon is trying to sneak out of the house to gamble all their money away? Nuh-uh, Beel's not letting him leave through that door! Asmo's planning to take advantage of the fact that Lucifer is out to throw a party? Nope, Beel's stopping him. Satan & Belphie are trying to get into Lucifer's room to prank him? Yeah nah, Beel's dragging them back to their own rooms. Really, it works wonders, not only because Beel has the most physical strength out of everyone and can overpower them, but also because none of them have the heart to actually argue with him.

[johnslittlespoon]

ok okokk i may be pushing it but i just cant stop picturing barry circa 2012 with leaving!bucky. i just feel like theyd have the cutest dynamic ever. he gives art student vibes like maybe hes studying film or literature. theyre childhood bestfriends and maybe they were eachother's homoerotic-codependent-friendship canon event. UGHH theyd be so cute stfuu. and maybe bucky and gale are already established and curt is just yearning for a whileee like over a year of slow burn until the three of them are a throuple... idk i just miss curtbuckbucky. you dont have to change your canon for the long fic i just needed to share this idea lmfao

au post | NO ur not pushing it this is such fun world building teehee <33 genuinely this is gonna help me later for drafting! (FUCK MY LIFE HOW IS THIS 2K WORDS. i thought i only had a few thoughts... i was so wrong. my bad chief. enjoy/suffer ig)

ok so this is so funny because i've actually been thinking ab how sweet those two would be together, cute little nerdy besties, and how they'd meet because of course curt has to be in this fic!!

and the first thing my mind went to was the cliche homoerotic codependent friendship trope too LMAO. i'm feeling like maybe they meet on the first day of highschool; neither of them share their english class with any friends, and they end up sat next to each other, and john keeps side–eyeing him because curt looks... interesting. (ie: deep into his emo phase. the fringe. the smudged eyeshadow. chipped black nail polish, band shirts– all things john does not let him live down as they grow up.)

but his eyes settle on some pin on curt's jacket that has some character from his favourite movie or something, and the yap jumps out, john can't control it. blurts out a "you like ___ too?!" and curt's head snaps over and he nods nervously and john takes one look at those big sad charcoal–ringed blue puppy eyes and is like yup. this is the one. will protect with my life.

(tiny headcanon that rly won't have a big effect on plot or anything, but i feel like it just fits very well with john/his character in leaving– dude's got madddd undiagnosed adhd. he's written off as a loud mouth/troublemaker in his childhood, but he wants to be a good kid, his mind is just always going too fast and sitting still is torture and his parents get frustrated and don't look into the root of the problem, trying to discipline it out of him instead. i will heal my inner child by healing him alright)

they're attached at the hip from that moment on and it makes sense to no one because they seem like complete opposites, curt more inclined towards the arts and bookish things and his friends are all the same, whereas john is more inclined towards athletics and science and hangs around that type of crowd as well. but they both love video games and movies and music and they bond over never really feeling like they fit in anywhere particular and both groups of friends get along just fine when they all get together. <3

but yk time goes on, they learn things about themselves as they grow up, and curt and john are so close and spend so much time together that they're already a lot closer than regular friends– they just don't realize it. they think nothing of cuddling up on the couch watching movies together, or sharing a bed when john stays over at curt's place after he gets into a fight with his parents, or being much more interested in spending time together than pursuing girls.

and curt's pretty– john nearly mistakes him for a girl that first day they meet. the summer before their senior year, john practically spends the whole summer at curt's house, and curt's mom doesn't mind; she works long hours and is glad her son isn't spending the summer moping around indoors alone, and she loves john and gets the feeling that her home is a sanctuary for him. one day they're in the backyard lazing around, and they get onto the topic of first kisses, and neither of them have had a proper relationship outside of those classic week–long middleschool flings that don't actually mean anything, so there's not much to talk about.

but being dumb teenage boys, they start worrying about "what if we're really bad at kissing and no girls wanna go with us to senior prom this year" etc. and one of them pops the suggestion of practicing together, and thus begins a summer of sweet stolen kisses and hand holding and experimenting and dancing around calling it something. it ends when the summer does because they realize that they both work better as friends, but they're as close as ever and both definitely learn they aren't straight (and they probably make a cute pact– "if we aren't in love by the time we're thirty, we'll just marry each other.")

i don't see them really doing much together because they're young and shy and inexperienced, but it's enough for john to decide that yeah, he definitely likes guys too, but that's all that really amounts to (until he meets gale) because he's growing up in a small town in wisconsin and it's not the easiest/most accepting place to find other queers. john probably ends up dating a real sweet girl during his last year of highschool, but she's going away for college and john's going to a local one so it ends amicably at the end of summer, both of them staying close friends. (if we wanna get sickeningly wholesome, maybe she ends up pining for a girl while john's pining for gale and they share their little stories and give each other advice and facetime every week to catch up <3)

(++ curt ends up falling head over heels for ken, who he meets through john when curt and john's friend groups get together for movie nights or summer parties. john pretends to be annoyed at how lovesick they are when they first start crushing, but he ends up matchmaking and being the one to push them to confess their feelings after graduation because he loves his friends.)

BUT THEN, leaving this fic's 'canon' to elaborate on the throuple stuff you said! i miss curtbuckbucky too </3

in a separate universe, curt doesn't end up with ken, and as much as he loves his friendship with john and agrees that a relationship wouldn't have worked at that time in their lives, he spends that first year of college pining. when john starts talking about some guy named gale during their second year, he's a little sad, but mostly protective, because "what do you MEAN he's in his 30s??" and "he's a BIKER?"

but john eventually introduces him to gale after a few months of telling curt about him, probably once he and gale actually start seeing each other, and curt immediately gets it. and then he's in double–hell because not only is he a bit (a lot) in love with his best friend, but he's blushing every time said best friend's new bf talks to him, and they're gonna notice eventually if they haven't already and he feels so guilty.

more yearning ensues and john is dense and doesn't realize but gale picks up on it, maybe even notices john doing a bit of pining of his own that john's not fully aware of. and his heart twists because his mind goes to his own insecurities about how john should be seeing someone his own age, so he sits john down and opens up a conversation about it. john is adamant that he's very, very happy with gale, but he tells gale about his and curt's past and admits that he has always still had feelings for him, but insists that it's not something he'd ever pursue, that he values curt's friendship more.

gale throws him off by saying he wouldn't mind if john wanted to explore those feelings, and at first john gets anxious gale is calling things off with the two of them and this is his way of softening the blow, but gale reassures him that's not the case, that he's very happy with their relationship. he just encourages that if he wants to talk to curt and feel things out, he wouldn't be opposed to john and curt seeing each other as well– gale's often busy, after all, so it would be nice for john to have someone else, as long as curt's comfortable with that kind of arrangement and as long as john keeps gale in the loop.

they decide to kinda just feel it out as they go, but soon enough gale starts coming home from work every so often to find the two of them curled up on his couch together, sweet and innocent. curt's wary at first, always slightly detaching himself from john when gale's around, but gale is always friendly and doesn't change up his routine, settling on the couch at john's other side like it's not a big deal at all, wanting to show curt he's welcome there, not wanting john to feel guilty.

it's another scenario where lines just sorta start to blur over time, curt spending a lot of time over at gale's house, and gale sees the way curt looks at him, probably noticed it from the first time they met but chalked it up to nerves at the time. curt's an angel and he's grown quite fond of him, but he doesn't want to overstep, so he leaves it up to curt, thinking maybe the boy will mention it to john one day and john will in turn come to gale to talk about it.

and eventually that happens, just like gale thought it might. curt's just gone home and john's head is in his lap on the couch while they watch tv, and john asks "what do you think about curt?" and gale tells him that he's sweet and he loves how much john smiles when he's around him, the usual. "so you like him?" john pushes, and gale immediately has a feeling where this conversation is going, drags his eyes away from the tv to look down at john.

says "of course" easily, and lets john take his time forming his thoughts. john ends up telling him that he and curt were fooling around earlier while gale was at work (and god help gale for the images that puts in his head) and that he'd made some offhand comment about how curt better hurry up if he doesn't want gale to come home and catch him half naked on their couch. and john's all shy when he says "and curt, uh. y'know. that... did it for him" with a vague gesture LOL. gale never fails to find it amusing how certain things can fluster john to talk about after all they've done together.

"so, anyway. i asked him about it after, if it was a coincidence, and he was real shy about it, but he did admit after a whole lot of apologizing that he likes you." gale listens to him nervously get his words out, petting his hair encouragingly, waits for him to be done before he asks "how do you feel about that?" only to watch the flush return when john mumbles "it's hot."

this is getting sooo long i need to take away my own typing privileges, but basically that's how things would start between the three of them– john and gale agree that gale will let himself be a bit flirty with curt and see how curt takes it. obviously this goes a little too well when curt gets hot and bothered sat between john and gale during a movie night with john's hand on his knee and gale's arm resting on the couch behind him while he plays with curt's hair.

the movie is forgotten when gale's finger catches on a tangled curl and curt doesn't bite back the little whine that slips out in time and john's head snaps over and he mumbles a "fuck" when he realizes what's happened, and his lack of filter comes out to play when he turns to curt and asks "curt, can gale kiss you?" and curt turns to gale with big doll eyes and nods.

john ends up palming himself over his shorts as he watches gale coax curt into his lap, face hot and pupils blown as he gets to see both his guys make out in front of him, almost dizzy seeing curt get so shy and needy and pliant because when it's just the two of them, he and curt are both very balanced in their dynamic. they've been such close friends for so long that not much gets the other truly shy like that, and they're always quick to voice their wants and crack jokes while fooling around and all. so to see curt get so flustered in that way with gale has him lightheaded, and by the time they all collapse into gale's bed at the end of the night, john's convinced this is the best decision he's ever made.

there's a lot of pining on curt's end because for a while it's kinda just sex when it's the three of them, and he loves it but he also finds himself wanting more but feeling too scared to voice it because he feels like he's intruding. but eventually they all get their shit sorted out; curt fits into their relationship just right in a way gale and john never intended or expected, and gale falls for curt just as much as john has and curt does the same with gale.

gale's got two sweet things glued to his side now and man, do they ever give him a run for his money, and if he'd thought john had too much energy (and stamina) it's nothing compared to keeping up with both of them, but he wouldn't have it any other way. <3

throuple things won't be happening in the actual fic, but i do love the idea of exploring the dynamic the three of them might have in a spin–off of that au so this was rly fun thx :-) maybe i'll write a pwp oneshot set in that universe as an excuse to write more curtbuckbucky once the fic is done LOL we'll see!

[immeasurablesaladagere]

Hello salad 🫶 Can I please get some little Taub or Park headcanons please? My underrated kings 🙏

I'll do both!

Taub

Is a middle regressor with an age range of 12 to around 16.

In his ✨💀emo phase💀✨ almost all the time when he's regressed. If he has a say in what he's wearing than it's all black with band T-shirts, skull accessories, too many bracelets, and beanies. He might even get into dark eye makeup if he's feeling fancy that day.

His teenager brain really hates being bald. Almost never without a hat.

Actually becomes really good at using liquid eyeliner when he's regressed, and that skill doesn't transfer to when he's big somehow.

Very "stereotypical 80's movie teen". Kind of has an apathetic "ugh, whatever" attitude about most things and doesn't like being told what to do, lots of demand avoidance.

He is willing to help caregivers out with babysitting though. He pretends he doesn't care but he does and everyone knows it.

"Taub, turn the music on your iPod down, you'll hurt your ears!" - Wilson, yelling

"Yeah whatever, Mom!" - Taub, yelling back (he turns it down secretly)

Stops liking coffee and switches to sugary energy drinks for his caffeine intake instead. He also consumes much more caffeine while regressed if no one stops him.

Most of his emotional woes are being chronically unhappy with his life choices and having a simultaneous quarter and mid-life crisis at the same time.

Touchy about his appearance, as all self-conscious teens.

Likes playing Mario and Legend of Zelda games.

Doesn't have stuffed animals, but he does have a lot of game/band keychains.

Owns a few fidgets like a fidget cube and a Rubik's cube, and has a little collection of magnets to mess with.

Journals (He insists it is not a diary)

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Park

Little age anywhere from 2-8. She's usually all the way on one end or the other, but occasionally goes in-between.

Didn't know what the heck was going on with her when she first regressed starting in med-school because of the stress, and of course, being a med-student, she jumped to the worst possible conclusion and thought she had a brain tumour or something.

She just nervously sat on that information until her psych class discussed age regression, and then just went "Oh."

Regresses almost entirely involuntarily and due to stress or fear (she also regressed that one time she was on acid, only House really picked up on it). It doesn't happen very often, usually when she's sleep deprived and otherwise upset.

Has a box of the bare-minimum in the way of little gear. A pacifier that's light blue, a colouring book with some crayons, a white bear with a pink bow around its neck, and a little whiteboard list of self-care things so she remembers to actually do them.

Refers to her caregivers very respectfully, using Mr. and Mrs. for everything, or in the case of her coworkers, Doctor [name]. She will not stop calling them that even though they've said she doesn't have to.

Asks people bluntly if they can shut up so she can read her picture books.

The kind of kid where if you sit them down at those restaurants with the paper on the tables for colouring she'll do her best to make a masterpiece and impress the workers.

Will ask you why you look so ugly. She's not being mean, she genuinely wants to know. Absolutely no filter.

Rambles about her current interests and will just keep going if you don't stop her.

Her favourite caregiver is Cuddy, she likes to give her the pictures she draws.

Watches nature documentaries about the ocean and unironically watches the Telletubbies. She loves how creepy they look.

[croaker-explained]

dropping by to say hi, I loved the Kermiad, and I've been off Tumblr for a bit, what on earth is going on with the Croaker and his roommates atm? You seemed like the best person to ask.

thank you! I plan on having an in depth explanation with a proper timeline of the roommates in my part 2, but this is the rough explanation (which became a tad longer than expected)

Kermit's been in communication with the coven for about a month or two total, but moved in finally after the fight at dennys was supposed to take place. He never arrived at dennys because his mother brought him to an evangelical church, and got him in church therapy. he left a little over two week ago during the night in secret.

selection of the covens rules:

no non-MCR music, it impedes the spirit of gerard way in athena

no italian food allowed (if you are caught youre punished)

sage will drive you one way, but youre on your own on the way back

Our cast:

athena (mydarlingathena)- thanfiction-esque. Is possessed by gerard way, is a vampire and drinks milton and sages blood. Athena the vessel is responsible for kermits invite, not gerard. Eats flies [children of the rot] harvested from the carcass in the closet. Sleeps in a bed

sage (minuseyes) - big into cannibalism and raw meat. Older sibling to Milton. Makes art and likes french poetry. Was athena's first convert and manages the budget. She spends all the money on meat and incense. Has a job, owns the car. Sleeps on the counch

[ham]milton (lifedoesntdiscriminate) - a struggling theatre kid trying to repent and become emo. The second convert that had to be broken by Athena, and tastes better than sage. Some guy really wants him in an apple costume. Originally seemed the most normal, then turned out he was lying about being an orphan. Runs the etsy. Sleeps in the closet.

recap:

Croaker has struggled since moving into the apartment, because there is a deficit in blankets and he has had to sleep under athenas bed in a cold room (or gerard way) without a blanket. Kermit dissapeared, and the croaker couldnt find him anywhere, even when he broke back into his mothers house.

When the three roommates did their "roommate bonding activity/ritual" tmj took this oppurtunity to masturbate, but jerked off too loud and caught their ire. This is when athena said she had to break him. Tmj since then has had to clean up the whole apartment (-the closet), clean with his toothbrush [he doesnt own one, so he used miltons], and is being sleep deprived by athena.

around this time, he also revealed his dark eve kin, and was assigned mentally sound by his tharapist.

a lot of the roommate deal came to a head when kermit was fed fly cookies as punishment, which he did not take well. This caused him to do vriska mode and piss all over the counters. Sage is punished for the consequences of kermits revenge -- a dead fly (the angel) on the countertop athena coveted disappeared. Sage is moved to the closet and milton takes the couch.

after convincing, tmj enters the closet of the rot, which smelt so bad milton would always be on the verge of vommiting. She observed a 24h moment of silence because of how foul it was. There was another bag in the rot bucket. This according to milton, was "kermits proxy". Kermit the frog was inside the bag. Tmj discovered miltons blog and learned they stole kermit and went "crime mode". He did something to milton. We do not know what happened. At this point in time, kermit is in rough shape, with the damage done by equus tmj to his eyes exacerbated by maggots.

there are images of the rot on milton and kermits blog, and it is an astronomical amount of maggots. The apartment is generally very unclean, and has an extreme mold problem.

Edit: since writing this, Kermit stabbed athena to kill gerard way, athena and sage burned tmj's kermit plushie at a local graveyard, and have been evicted from their apartment. Karmit has returned to his mothers house, bringing milton with him.

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everything under preferences & emotions for the jumbo ask game? :3

woagh a beeg one

so my heart always wants to talk about Pride and Justice, literally all the time, for any reason. but i also want to shove Harlan and Yvonne in everyone's faces, as the new kids on the block. so to satisfy my extremely indulgent urges, i'm going to split this list in half and answer 5 for each couple.

Pride & Justice

🔥 Give us a list of general likes and dislikes, such as colors, textures, music, weather and other stuff!

Okay for Justice this is easy. He likes books and analyzing books (especially romance, especially in his book club), basically any animal (including humans), bright colors (yellow, light green, soft blues, lotta pastels in his wardrobe), soft textures, fruity scents (like in lotion and shampoo and stuff), his favorite season is spring, he likes overcast skies, and he'll listen to just about any music but has an affinity for classical and Lo-Fi Hip-Hop Beats To Study/Relax To.

On the other hand, Pride is so repressed that he does not allow himself to enjoy things for a hot minute because he's afraid of looking Weak and Vulnerable for Experiencing Joy. He'll admit to enjoying weed, alcohol, shoplifting, and inciting violence, but that's about it. Eventually, he comes to enjoy the punk scenes Ollie frequents and trips and falls into emo stuff (he also listens to pop-y club music when he's not at the club, but won't admit it), he can tortuously admit his favorite color is maroon, he obsesses over telenovelas with Sofia, he loves watching bad movies on purpose to make fun of them, he likes rain and snow, and his favorite texture is "Justice's clothes."

🍊 What is your OC’s favorite meal? Snack? Dessert? Drink? Any reasons behind this besides liking how it tastes? What is your OC’s most hated food? Stuff they can’t stand to eat or drink?

Justice is partial to breakfast food in general, but simply cannot resist the opportunity to eat French toast when it's available. It's the first thing he perfected while learning to cook for the first time, so it's special in that way too.

Pride doesn't cook much (or rather, doesn't cook anything recognizable as human food), so his favorite things are made by other people or store bought. In general, he likes tart, sweet-and-sour flavors because it reminds him what his sin tastes like, and Ollie's weed brownies for exactly the reason you're thinking.

I haven't thought too much about what either of them dislike, so I'm pulling these out of my ass. Pride thinks yogurt is the weirdest, grossest food in the world, and Justice really doesn't understand the appeal of avocados.

🍑 Where is your OC’s favorite place to relax or calm down? Recount a story of their time spent in this place! What makes it so special to them? Is there anywhere your OC hates to go to? Anywhere that stresses them out or have negative memories of?

For a while, Purgatory was Pride's escape. Nobody cares about Purgatory, nobody would ever look for him there, so it's where he went to cool off after another fight with Lust or to escape someone he pissed off. Relatedly, Hell is his least favorite place (shock, gasp).

On Earth, he kinda just goes to his room and curls up in his blanket nest when upset. Sometimes he will accompany this with extremely loud sadboy music. If he's just chilling though, he'll sit in the most space-taking position on the couch possible and watch Epic Fail compilations or something. Bonus points if Justice is there and he can invite himself into his lap.

Justice likes to sit on the balcony and be quiet, either with a book or nothing. It's his Thinking Spot, where he goes to brain it all out. It's important to him because he never really... had a place for that in Heaven. Everything he did was strictly regulated and controlled, so all his "relaxing" had to be done during his designated "relax" time, which he """shockingly"""" didn't get a ton of.

He hasn't been on Earth long enough to have negative associations with any particular place, but his memories of Heaven have been quite tainted by his recent rejection. He both wants to go back desperately, and hates that he wants to at all.

🧡 Who is your OC’s favorite person? Why is this person the top of their list and have they actually met them (an idol or role model or celeb can be someone’s favorite after all!). Who does your OC absolutely hate, the one person who they’d sell to Satan for one corn chip? Why do they loathe this person so?

Pride's favorite person is HIM!

In seriousness, Pride has himself on a pedestal because literally nobody gave a shit about him up until the events of the story happened. It was/is a coping mechanism, a survival technique, a way to rationalize all his actions away as Correct, because if he was ever wrong then that meant that everyone who had ever hurt him was right. As he grows, he begins to unlearn this way of thinking, but he never really lets go of that core idea. Pride is the most important person in the world to Pride, because he has to be. When nobody else is around, he has to truly, genuinely, earnestly love himself, not just to cope, but to like... be happy. But since he's not alone, and does have people who love him, Justice is his favorite non-him person for both character development reasons and extremely gay reasons.

As for his least favorite people, that could honestly fill a book. He is so bitter. God for obvious reasons, Lust for being abusive, Lucifer for lying about being better than God, but his hatred for Envy is I think the most interesting. In real life, the emotions of envy and (unhealthy) pride are very closely linked - people who have an unhealthy relationship with their pride are often envious of other people. Pride hates Envy because she's the concept of everything he can't admit to himself (he's envious of angels and humans who are happy, loved, and have God's affection), and Envy hates him right back for flaunting his confidence/dismissal of her sin as a concept at her and showing what she thinks she needs to be happy (and no longer envious). They're catty as fuck.

Justice loves Pride (for gay reasons and character reasons), but it's an extremely close race, maybe even a tie, for his sister Kindness. She's the reason for a lot of who he is, they intentionally modeled their human bodies so they would look related. Kindness really helped shape his understanding of how God's justice and God's kindness work together to create the Perfect Wholesome World of Heaven and is a big reason he believes what he does. Obviously when Heaven turned out to not be so wonderful and wholesome, he still took those ideals with him to Earth. One of his core philosophies is that justice should be guided by kindness, not the other way around, and she helped teach him that.

His personal antagonist in the book is Honesty, and he loathes her for extremely good reasons. She was his direct superior in Heaven, and made his life very difficult once he started suggesting that maybe Purgatory isn't the best way to do things. He has been under her thumb for ages, and him leaving Heaven was basically the excuse she was looking for to brand him a traitor. Justice does not wish death on anyone, but he's very close saying some very mean words about Honesty.

📙 What kind of subjects (of conversation, of discussion, in school or whatever) does your OC find interesting or engaging or that they can talk for hours about? What kind of stuff do they just find fun? What things bore your OC to tears and they couldn’t care less about? Why?

Justice LOOOOVES Blorbo From His Books. Pick up any book in his collection, he'll have hours of conversation at the ready. Even the trashy pulpy ones - ESPECIALLY the pulpy ones tbh. He's also a rules lawyer by definition of embodying God's justice, so he also enjoys having a friendly argument of semantics and creating the most busted TTRPG characters you've ever seen based on nothing but technicalities.

What Justice does not like talking about is... arguments for the sake of arguing? I guess? He doesn't like getting into fights, he just likes talking about rules, so anyone coming at him with like... real Stakes in the topic at hand with Furious Rebuttals immediately turns him off. He's just playing toys. Why are you so mad.

As previously mentioned, Pride doesn't really allow himself to enjoy things for a while, and even when he does, he doesn't like the idea of talking for hours about stuff. When he gets into art and starts painting, he doesn't really talk about it as much as he just... does it all the time, here's a picture. He'd rather show, not tell, and let the art speak for itself. Even with his bad movies and telenovelas, he doesn't have much to say other than "they're so fuckin hilarious, this one's my favorite, we should watch it Right Now, No Take Backs."

Pride finds SO many things boring actually. Don't talk about sports, don't talk about anything with numbers, don't bring up PROBLEMS in the NEWS??? It better be FUNNY or SEXY or VIOLENT or he is not listening to you.

Harlan & Yvonne

😊 What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? What cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them? Is your OC generally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile? What about your OC makes others happy?

Harlan is definitely a happy guy by default, especially after starting magic HRT. He lives a very party-heavy college lifestyle around a lot of other party people, so he's very rarely in a situation where thinking about his problems is in the forefront of his mind.

Music pretty reliably makes him happy, and just being in a situation where there are lots of people having a good time also makes him want to have a good time, which is where the parties come in. The infectious energy and the drinking games and whatever party potions everyone is passing around, all that is where he wants to be, with the people he wants to be with.

Harlan is also very good at being your personal hype man? He will simply not let his friends get away with self-depreciation, and give you compliments until you agree that they're true.

Yvonne is a more subdued kind of happy. She's consistently homesick for her herd, but does her best to keep in touch and explore her big city lifestyle in Athendrolyn and make a new "herd" for herself.

When she's particularly homesick, she'll either go on a long walk/trot along the beach or the forest trails, or if the weather's bad, curl up with a warm drink and a blanket and watch nostalgic movies from her foalhood.

Her social battery for people she hasn't integrated into her "new herd" is drained quite quickly, but if she's mentally made you part of that group, you're basically family to her. She'll drop anything for her herd, no matter the situation, and is all around a very compassionate and loyal friend.

⭐ What is your OC afraid of? Any crippling phobias or some such? How do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? Does anyone ever find your OC scary? Why?

Yvonne is a centaur, so she has crippling horse anxiety. Which is to say, she's afraid of most things! When she was living with her herd, it was mitigated by being in a herd and having a community and a leader to follow, but when she moved away for access to magic HRT, it got worse. She's particularly afraid of unexpected loud noises, sudden movements, and can get pretty overwhelmed in flashy environments like parties or concerts. She definitely leans on the "flight" half of fight or flight, and will look for any escape route possible. Depending on what's causing the episode, just being in a quiet room with someone she trusts for a few minutes can be enormously helpful, but the most reliable way for her to not be anxious is for people to announce when they're coming into a room, explain whatever that noise just was, and not go to parties.

As for being scary, Yvonne is a Clydesdale, so I wouldn't put it past people to find her intimidating, but usually once she opens her mouth all that is put to rest. She's very friendly!

Harlan isn't a particularly anxious person, but does avoid the ocean whenever possible. He's terrified of the sea and most deep water in general. He can swim, he just doesn't like doing it, and it's pretty easy for him to be calm by not going near deep water👍ever 👍

He's not scary either, nor would he ever want to seem scary.

🍋 Does your OC act petty and jealous easily? What sort of things make them feel like this and do they experience guilt for getting so worked up? How do they deal with these emotions when they get them? If your OC doesn’t feel like this often, why not?

Harlan is definitely very petty. One thing that happens in the short story is that his friends tease him about making up Yvonne (because they'd never met her/seen a picture of her), and once she shows up he takes EVERY OPPORTUNITY to rub their noses in the fact that HHHIISSS girlfriend is here, and his REALLY AWESOME GIRLFRIEND is right there, and wow did he mention they're DATINGGGGG??????

He really hates being underestimated, or being made a fool of, which is why he reacts so strongly to things like that. He doesn't like feeling like he's second best, so if he feels like that's happening (even if it isn't), he asserts his "authority" basically with any straw he can grasp. Sometimes this is easy, like when Yvonne turns out to be real and not fake, but other times it's just... unrelated or insulting or made up. He's not good at impulse control, so usually he has to be told to knock it off.

Yvonne is not very petty or jealous because in general very calm and not very confrontational. She can be a little insecure, too, so in instances where she is feeling jealous, it's more internal, and she doesn't act on it.

When she does feel it bad enough, she can shut down and be kind of closed off. Usually someone can help talk her back out of it, and Harlan is especially good at this because he likes to hype her up at every opportunity.

📀 How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted?

Yvonne grew up pretty sheltered in a rural area with only other centaurs, so she's pretty out of her depth when she moves to Athendrolyn with its dozens of different creatures and customs and traditions. The culture shock made her pretty susceptible to being tricked, both in non-serious ways and worse ways, but she's definitely more vigilant now. She's very trusting, even after those unfortunate incidents, and will generally give people the benefit of the doubt.

Harlan is much quicker to call bullshit, but also quicker to go "yooooo no wayyyyy," about something that personally piques his interest, whether or not it's true. He tends to trust people unless they have a known history of being untrustworthy, and his fraternity (or whatever I'm calling it in this fictional world) can definitely spread news, true or false, faster than anyone can possibly outrun it, so if he's trusting someone he knows he can trust, but they got their info from someone else who got it from someone else etc... yeah.

On his end, Harlan is a pretty straightforward guy, but he does fib a liiiittle bit on occasion to seem cooler. It's why his friends jumped to "your girlfriend isn't even real" in the first place. It's more dramatic than the things he's done in the past, but it's also not not something he would do.

💛 In general, how in control of their emotions is your OC? Do they have a good hold on them or do their emotions control them, not the other way around? What do you think is the reason behind this and is your OC ever concerned about their lack of or good control?

As previously mentioned, Harlan doesn't have the greatest impulse control, and will act on how he feels before he thinks through what he's actually doing. He really feels the need to prove himself among his peers and seem cool and interesting, and the party lifestyle that encourages impulsive actions ddddoesn't help? much?

He knows he has this problem, and does try to catch himself, but it's a process after acting impulsively for so long. Yvonne being a stable, calm presence in his life has tremendously helped him.

Yvonne isn't impulsive at all, kind of the opposite. She has a lot of anxiety, and that prevents basically any impulsive action, which can cause her feelings to rule her life in a different way. She can be closed off and wary of things that aren't already in her comfort zone, especially growing up so sheltered.

She actually didn't realize how closed off she'd gotten until she met and started hanging out with Harlan, and has been slowly trying to increase her tolerance of out-of-comfort-zone experience since.

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I like him - A NoCo fanfic: pt 2

Noah's pov:

I can't believe it only took me 2 minutes and 48 seconds to fall in love here; I hate it so much, it makes me weaker than I already am. Soon as this guys boat shows up my brain switches to hyper-focus mode. He has pale skin, His hair-short and messy, eyes like my golden lab, short and scrawny all complete with an inlet nose. Uh, why does love target me now when there's serious cash on the line. I was subtly happy to be on the same team as him. Walking to the cabins I was already bored. I was only doing this for the money. On the boys half of our cabin - wait, cabin is an exaggeration; its more like a pile of wood with a door. Anyways it had 6 beds, 3 sets of bunks. Regardless of the beds the people were... well there's this self absorbed male model named Justin, Then there's also a big guy with a blue maple leaf on his shirt and scruffy blond hair they call "Owen". Also a musical lovesick random "Trent", He's got black hair, tea skin, and a concerningly large forehead. Then there's ...him. It turns out his name is Cody. Everyone except for me and Cody scrambled for a decent bed. "I'll take the top bed" Cody said while pointing to the only set of beds left. His voice was childish and wavery. I honestly hated my deep half cracked voice. As an attempt to reach out I said "Yay, stuck in a crappy hell for a whole week at least" with a sarcastic tone. Sarcasm, it's my gift... and my curse. Cody chuckled and stared at me for a while. Good, I haven't screwed up. I wanted the moment to last but then he just put his stuff away. Uh, I was so stupid to think he could ever like someone like me but how could I expect others to love me when not even I love myself. I went outside to observe the scenery of this dumpy island. There was this huge cliff-I planned to never go anywhere near that. "Campers meet me at the top of the cliff for your very first challenge!" This Chris guy really sucks. When I finally got up there I met the female side of our team. The first person to catch my eye was an emo punk wannabe-Gwen. Then I saw a silver haired pale girl they were calling Heather, she looked...evil. There was also a dark skinned curvy girl with a pony tail- LeShawna, a blonde idiot with boobs bigger than a brain and a blue bandanna named Lindsay (i think i saw Chris eyeing her up) with a nerdy brunette (Beth) right by her side. Last and probably psychotic, a bubbly red head green eyed girl named Izzy. When she got off her boat at the start she tripped and her head smashed sickly on the dock. As Chris walked past our team I muttered "narcissist" to him. Cody must have heard me because he started to giggle. "For your challenge today you will jump into the lake below, There are two rings- one provides safety so you don't get too injured for part two" Chris said. He continued with " and the outer ring is...SHARK INFESTED." Chris cant really kill us-right?

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Another fairly long one but We're getting there...Slowley Thanks for making it here Don't die anytime soon Byeeee

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Peaches & Levi

"I fell in love with an emo zombie boy"

In which a girl named Peaches, who lives in mystic falls meets her emo neighbor who happens to be a zombie and falls in love with him despite their.. music differences?

Peaches POV

We have been neighbors for almost six years. Levi, yes that annoying prick who loves the smiths and I love the smiths too! I liked them first by the way. Levi is a zombie, an emo zombie.. not that I have anything against emos. I just think that maybe he should listen to other music rather than that genre.

(Flashback to when I first met him at the elevator of my apartment)

It was only seven am when I decided to go out to buy some food for my cat Ozzy, well that cat could surely whine. grabbing my purse, I went out the door and made a run for the almost-closing metal doors of the elevator. Good thing I managed to stop it from closing by stepping half of my foot in. now, here I am panting inside the elevator while fanning myself as I feel sweaty and tired. Then I heard something.

the faint sound of bass and the melody that I could recognize anywhere echoes in the small space of the elevator. my ears suddenly perked up to the familiar sound, involuntarily; my mouth forming the words by themselves.

"I love the smiths." I blurted out without even sparing a glance at the person beside me.

I felt eyes on me and I whipped my head around to face whoever is it. my breath hitches, I was met with a pair of dark gray orbs. fuck, he's so beautiful. a raven hair with a slick undercut and a bloody axe on his head. blood dripping down his now half-plugged headphones as I see him try to make up the words I just said to him.

"I said I love the smiths." I repeated

I gasped loudly when I heard him say the words.

"Who?" He let out a throaty groan and with furrowed eyebrows he turned his whole body towards me.

Unbelievable. I wanted to scream out loud and say, Im in the elevator with a zombie who is listening to the smiths but doesn’t know who the smiths are!

I never thought zombies would be this disappointing!

Well, he sure is lucky that he is cute.

(end of flashback)

many years have passed ever since our first encounter and that memory is still vivid in my mind. After our first meeting, I remember how eager I was in hopes of seeing him every day. I guess you could say, I developed a crush on the zombie boy who blasts blink - 182 tunes as early as 5 am. We then got closer by exchanging cassette tapes with each other. I lend him my radiohead tapes while he lends me his fall out boy tapes. It became a very consistent routine for the two of us.

One day, it just felt as if something has shifted. I would always catch myself holding my breath whenever he’s near me and I’d catch him steaIing glances at me too. The prominent sound of my heartbeat banging on my chest every time I would look at him as if he’s an aphrodisiac descendant which I really believe he is.

Then I realized, I’m in love with the emo zombie boy. and a drop-dead gorgeous one.

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Thank You For The Music (Sanders Sides Fic)

This is actually a songfic (Thank You For The Music by ABBA) and is part of a Human AU in development :3 Let me know how it is and send me a request if you want a certain fic!

Summary: Everyone knows Roman is a singer. Virgil had decided to come over for a few hours, and the two spend time on a certain piece they'd been working on. Virgil wonders, while Roman reminisces.

Relationships: Platonic/Familial Royality, father/son dynamic Royality, best friends Prinxiety

Characters: Roman, Virgil, mentioned Logan and Patton

Genre: Fluff, minor hurt/comfort(??)

Warnings: Swearing

"I'm nothing special,

In fact, I'm a bit of a bore.."

Virgil strummed his acoustic guitar, leaning into Roman's side. He didn't expect to be bringing his hand-made, hand painted guitar over to someone's house, especially after the gruelling after-school practices the pair had just finished. It's not like he was complaining, he would take any time he could get.

Roman sang soft, his pitch perfect and his tone as smooth as butter. He closed his eyes, resting his head on Virgil's shoulder as he breathed evenly.

"If I tell a joke,

you've probably hear it before."

It wasn't often he got to duet anything with Virgil, as the purple-clad teen was always so busy with other things.

It was moments like these that made Roman cherish their friendship. Sure, he had other friends, although nobody could compare to that of Virgil Storme, your average emo teen with a favorite hoodie.

"But I have a talent, a wonderful thing"

Cause everyone listens when I start to sing!"

Roman was a good singer, and anybody who tried to tell Virgil otherwise would have a nice time laying dead on the floor. He was almost jealous of his voice, although he never cared enough to try and work on his own (even though Roman had offered to teach him, it just wasn't his thing.).

"I'm so grateful and proud,

all I want is to sing it out loud!"

Well, you know what he always said. Fuck it, we ball!

"So I say,

Thank you for the music,

The songs I'm singing."

Virgil joined in, to Roman's surprise. His voice was much rougher than his own, although the teen was never into singing much. Their voices blended together almost seamlessly, Virgil's deeper tones mixing with Roman's lighter ones like they were already together.

"Thanks for all the joy they're bringing!"

Who can live without it?

I ask in all honesty.."

Roman looked up at his best friend, who had a familiar glint in his eye. Their eyes met as they kept singing in perfect unison.

"What would life be?

Without a song or a dance,

what are we?"

Their smiles lit up the dimly light bedroom.

"So, I say,

Thank you for the music!

For giving it to me.."

The room went quiet as Virgil strummed the final chord.

Roman let out a happy squeal before slapping a hand over his mouth out of embarrassment. Virgil snickered, putting his guitar down gently beside them. "Good job, Princey," he complimented, shoving his hands back into his pockets, offering a tiny smile.

Roman liked seeing his friend smile. "To you as well, JD-lightful! I heard you join in at the end there."

Virgil's face reddened as he rolled his eyes. "I did not!" He knew he totally did.

Roman smirked playfully, nudging him on the arm. "You so did!" he teased, laughing a little, "I swear, you need lessons! There's so much talent in there somewhere!" there was a hopeful look on his face.

Virgil shrugged. "Well, I'm sure wherever you learned to sing is probably too expensive for me to do.." he trailed off, biting his lip. Roman's family was certainly richer than his, he knew, although it wasn't a topic of conversation used often.

Roman's face softened as he brushed his bangs out of his face. "Oh, Virge, I didn't go anywhere to learn!" He gestured to the door. "I stayed here."

Virgil's brow furrowed. "What now? How'd you learn without lessons?"

His friend's smile came back, even bigger than before. "Wanna know a secret?"

"...Sure?" Virgil wasn't sure what he was getting at.

Roman clapped his hands together. "My parents were singers!" he proclaimed, gesturing wildly around to nothing in particular, "They taught me!"

Virgil's mouth hung open in shock. "Are you being legit right now?"

Patton and Logan Sanders were singers once? He could see it for Patton, but Logan? That's a surprise.

"Of course! Dad's a tenor, like me, and Papa is a baritone!"

Virgil nodded slowly. "Okay.. so what does that mean?" he felt dumb for asking.

Roman sighed dramatically. "Oh, you poor thing! Let me explain!"

As Roman talked, Virgil couldn't help but let his gaze wander around the room. Theatre posters (probably from all the trips he took to Broadway) were scattered around the room, although one particular area caught his eye. Those photos certainly weren't posters, but he couldn't help but try to make out every detail.

An average sized cork board was tacked to the wall, littered with photos, artworks and playbills.

There were photos of Virgil on that board.

They were underneath the section that read 'FamILY!'. There was a completely different section for his other friends..

Roman must have noticed him staring, as the red jacketed teenager paused mid-sentence. "Virge? You okay over there, bud?"

Virgil didn't respond verbally, but simply pointed to the cork board with a confused expression.

Roman's face reddened. "OH, that! You see, that's a new addition, I got it for my birthday!" he averted locking eyes with his friend. "I can remove them, if you want."

"..you don't need to do that," he mumbled, tapping a finger on his forearm. "I was curious. Why am I-?"

"Because you're like family!" Roman blurted out loudly, his eyes darting around the room. "You're like the brother I never had!"

Virgil took a moment to take that in.

Did he really mean that much to Roman?

Virgil let out a little huff, letting a soft smile take over his lips. "Well, shit, Roman, I guess I'm not the only one who thinks that." he squeezed his shoulder lightly. "I think we'd make pretty cool brothers."

Roman nearly tackled the purple-clad teen in a hug, knocking both of them down completely to the floor. Virgil shrieked, not expecting the sudden movement, but calmed down when he saw how happy Roman looked.

"You're the coolest," Roman mumbled into Virgil's shoulder, "I wish we could hang out more."

Virgil let out an affectionate snicker. "Well, maybe when I try to get those lessons we can hang out more, huh?"

Roman gasped. "Are you thinking about it?!" He withdrew from Virgil, hopping up to his feet. "Come on, we should go ask!"

He sure gets excited easily, huh? Virgil got up slower, brushing off his sweatpants like there was dirt on them. "Hold up, wait-"

Roman was already out the door, yelling for one of his dads. "DAAAD! I need you!!"

Well, fuck.

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DO I ADD MORE TO THIS LATER SKJHSG I WROTE THIS IN SCHOOL BUT I LOST MOTIVATION

[daisiesconstellation]

Feels Like A Warm Hug (pt. 1)

It was raining in Manila.

It hadn’t been raining for a while, so Josh could really feel how the earth welcomed the pouring water from sky above.

Smelled divine, if you asked Josh.

Josh really tried to enjoy the precious free time from his seemingly never ending schedules. He was standing on the balcony of his condo, hands on the balcony’s railings, staring mindlessly onto the street below.

Admiring droplets of water rushed onto the ground pulled by the force of gravity, drenching people on the street with no mercy.

“I really hope those people find warmth soon, the rain seems cold.” Josh mused to himself.

Well, everyone deserved warmth, even those who weren’t dripping wet out there with the rain.

“-speaking of warmth”, Josh turned his body to face the inside of his condo, and-

He despised how cold and gloomy his personal space were.

Well, the place was quiet well-decorated. you could see touches of Josh’s personality here and there, from the gaming slash working station which was his favourite corner, to the musical instruments he placed right behind his gaming chair which was actually rarely being used by him, to the bedroom he so very loved (hey, it wasn’t his fault he’s such a sleepyhead) and finally to the other rooms in his condo which he didn’t really care about like kitchen, bathroom, and yadda yadda-

-it just felt empty.

Josh clucked his tongue, “Why the hell did I suddenly being emo out of nowhere? Did the rain really pull my melancholy side out?” he thought while entering his condo and slid the door close with an unnecessary bang.

He headed to his gaming chair and sat himself down. He stared into nothing for a good minute. Then he shuddered suddenly, feeling cold.

He turned his gaming chair to face the balcony,

“Huh, I had closed the door, so why is it so damn cold here? Did I forget to turn the AC off?” he thought to himself while searching for the said AC’s remote control.

While busy flipping his furniture upside down looking for the device, a knock could be heard.

Josh whipped his head so hard he got dizzy, “Guest?” he asked himself.

The knocking continued. Josh quickly stumbled to his front door and opened it-

“Ken?!”

“Heya, there.”

Ken was standing in front of Josh’s front door soaking wet like a drowning rat with his blonde hair plastered to his forehead. He smiled a crooked smile to Josh, and Josh just realised he was only wearing his sleeveless white shirt and a denim, which wasn’t ideal for this weather honestly.

“What are you doing out there wearing that in this weather? And where the hell were you from?” Josh exclaimed.

Ken invited himself into the condo and went straight to the bathroom, leaving wet trails behind him, “Can we chit chat later? I’m kinda freezing my butt off here.” he closed the bathroom door.

Josh opened his mouth wide in shock, “Felip Jhon! You’re making a mess!” he yelled at his bandmate.

No answers from inside the bathroom, so Josh just went to get a rag from his kitchen to clean the mess that Ken just left behind.

Ken took his sweet time in the bathroom God knows doing what while Josh just sat there on the sofa after finished with his guest’s rudeness induced trouble. He huffed and puffed waiting for his friend to come out of the bathroom.

Then, suddenly the said friend came out from the bathroom wearing only Josh’s towel and only that.

Josh tried to avert his gaze anywhere but to his bandmate’s glistening caramel skinned chest, “Where on earth were you from, Ken?” he asked the very first question he deemed important.

Ken smiled sheepishly, “Well, you know we got no schedules today. When I was feeding Kuro this morning I realised kuro almost out of treats. So, because I’m kinda bored, I went to get the snacks by myself. And I decided to go the pet shop on feet, y’know, because I’m bored.” he explained innocently.

“Huh? Then why were you soaking wet?”

“Ah, that. I.. I kinda lost my way back to my apartment. Not that good with maps.” Ken shrugged. “And then it suddenly rains.”

Josh internally facepalmed himself. “But then how did you end up in my condo?”

Ken stood still, “Um.. can i borrow your clothes first? I’m kinda turning into ice statue here.” he said while visibly shivering.

“Oh shoot, I forgot he was butt naked in my living room with towel only.” he blushed with the sudden realization.

Josh quickly went to his bedroom to pick an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants that would fit Ken and then back to his living room.

He then tossed them to his friend, “I’m sorry, I forgot your clothes were basically a wet laundry now.” said Josh while sitting down.

After changing into his smaller friend’s clothes, Ken sat on the sofa beside Josh. He rubbed his hand together to ignite some heat into his body.

Josh noticed it and remembered his early activity of searching for the AC controller. “I'm so sorry, it’s freezing, isn’t it? I think I forgot to turn off the damn AC and I lost the remote control. Can you help me find it?” he asked Ken.

Ken just nodded and followed Josh’s step of turning all of his furniture inside out to try to find the lost device.

“Hey, Josh.” called Ken.

Josh was busy peeking under his sofa, “Yeah?”

“I don’t think your AC is on.”

Josh frowned.

He looked up to his AC unit and, “What? It wasn’t on this whole time? Then why is it so cold here?” Josh was visibly confused.

“The rain, I guess. And your condo is always cold every time I came here, so probably it’s just how your condo is.”

Josh suddenly remember the unanswered question he had asked.

“You haven’t answered me yet. How did you end up in my condo if you can’t read maps that well?” he asked suspiciously.

Ken just sat his butt on the sofa, “I don’t know, maybe your address is just easier for me to find. Hey, just sit over here, will you? You looked cold.��� said Ken while patting the empty space beside him.

Josh hesitantly sat. It was unusual for Ken to be this caring to him. Josh kinda used to their maangas persona, you know, not really all that soft bromance or whatever. But of course, he was close with Ken. He was the member who he always sat next to on their van. So Josh didn’t understand why he felt like something was different this time when Ken asked him to sit next to him.

“Is my condo that easy to find or-“ Josh was cut off by Ken’s sudden movement.

Ken was huddling closer to him until their shoulders and arms touched, “Body heat. Or else I'm gonna freeze to death, the rain is still going and seems like it’s not gonna stop anytime soon.” said Ken blatantly like it’s common knowledge.

Josh was blushing hard. Like he said before, Josh and Ken were close, but not the kind of close like Josh with Stell who accept his hugs like sponge to water. Or like Josh with Justin who he treated like his baby because of their age gap. Or like Josh with Pablo who loves to give sweet encouragement words to his bandmate.

Ken was just… different.

Not in a bad way, of course. But there was just something in the way both of them interact with each other that screams awkward but also familiar. It was like they try not to get too close but also want to get closer at the same time. Josh really couldn’t explain it.

It was confusing, to say the least.

Josh tried to relax and let his body get used to their position. Ken was right, he could feel the warmth from Ken’s body permeated onto his cold arms.

“You’re so warm.”

“Told you.”

“Hm.”

Josh played with his sweater cuffs, trying to pull it down to cover his cold little fingers for some warmth. He didn’t know why his condo was this cold all of the sudden, the rain is really raining, he guessed.

“Is it cold?” Ken asked.

“What?” Josh asked back.

“Your fingers.” Ken stated.

“Uh, yeah. I really don’t know why is it so cold, I mean you’re the one who got rained but you’re warm.” Josh scratched his head, confused.

After two seconds passed not answering Josh’s words, Ken suddenly grabbed his hands and held it in his much bigger hands.

Josh squeaked in surprise. He stared at their joined hands, “Is this really necessary?”

“What? Your’e cold, I’m trying to be a good guest here.” Ken smirked.

Josh blushed. Damn it, he had been blushing since Ken stepped his ass into his condo. The rain really is something, huh? It was making tricks inside Josh’s brain (or so he thought).

After a long pause, Ken inhaled so deep Josh could feel it.

“Do you want anything to drink?” asked Josh.

Ken shook his head saying no to the offer.

“Josh.”

“Hm?”

“I memorized your address, I don't even really memorize mine.”

Josh frowned at the sudden confession, “Huh?”

Ken sat himself straight and then moved facing Josh.

”Do you remember how many times I had come here?” Ken asked.

“Many times?” Josh answered, confused.

“Yeah. That’s how I memorized your address. By coming here so often.”

Josh tried to think about it.

“Still though, it doesn’t explain why you’re here right now.”

Ken scratched his head. He inhaled and then exhaled, as if being frustrated over something.

“To be honest, I’ve never really had reason to come here.”

“Huh?”

“I came here just because I wanted to be here. Every time. I just... want to see you.” Ken said, with a shaky breath.

“Even when you came here on Christmas 2 years ago?”

Ken held Josh’s hand tighter.

“Yeah. I just wanted to be here back then.”

“Why? You like this condo?” Josh joked.

Ken chuckled. “What if I said I like the person who owns it?”

Josh froze.

[blackbird-brewster]

All the even numers >:)

Bahahaha, alright Anon. I saved this for last.

2. Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? 

(Answered here)

4. Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? 

I'm a side sleeper, mostly facing outwards. But sometimes, I wind up on my back and when I do I snore so loud Doom Them has to wake me up.

6. Do you prefer drawing or writing? 

I can't draw for shit. Writing is my creative talent

8. What’s your favourite band/artist? 

I have SO many. I listen to a wild range of music. Everything from ska to indie rock to punk to emo to pop. Some of my all-time fave bands include: The Killers, Foreigner, Avett Brothers, Postal Service, Betty Who, Beyonce, Lizzo, Tegan and Sara.

10. How tall are you? 

5'6" or 168 cm

12. Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? 

@otahkoapisiakii @bittersweet-bibliophile @the-kazoo-kid @gaelic-symphony @mygenitiveisobjective

14. What’s your favourite colour? 

(Answered here)

16. Want any tattoos? What of? 

I have around 35 tattoos (hard to count when you have half sleeves and such). I DO want more tattoos, but in the past two years one of my chronic conditions has made it so I'm allergic to my tattoos. They get welts and hives all the time. Which really sucks because uhhhh, my entire body is covered in them 🤷‍♂️

18. Who is the last person you texted? 

I sent Frankie some smut as a little treat!

20. What/who do you miss? 

I miss all my loves in the US. But in terms of 'what' -- the thing I miss everyday is being able to leave my house without it having to be an entire Event. I miss life before the pandemic where I didn't have to take 100 pre-emptive steps to protect myself every time I go out. I miss 2020 when everyone (in my country) was in this together, when everyone was masking and staying home when they were sick, when everything was accessible by being online. I miss when people cared.

The pandemic isn't over. Some of us have never left lockdown.

22. How much sleep did you get last night? 

I actually went to sleep hella early. I was asleep before my daily kudos email (this is how I tell time, okay?) which comes about 00:20. Then, I got up early with Doom Them -- so I think I got about 7 hours? I only need 5-6 to be functional.

24. When was the last time you cried? Why? 

Last night I cried from laughing so hard at this picture of our cat

26. What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

I don't believe joy has an age limit. I'm a regular at our local toy stores, I know all the staff, I'm always buying new fidget toys and Squishmallows. I got into Squishmallows about the same time I got my Autism dx (mid-2020) and since then, Squish have become a constant form of comfort for us. We currently have about 300 in our collection -- and that's after some major downsizing. There's no way to know how many squish we've rotated through over the years. Here's the last full squad photo we took in Jan 2022 (there's nowhere in our house to do a full pic of the 300 we have currently)

28. How are you, really? 

I'm actually doing well this week. Summer weather arrived without warning and my depression is lifting. I feel really inspired for the first time in weeks!

30. What are you looking forward to in the near future? 

Finishing Fooled Around (and Fell in Love) - Part 3!!!!!!!!

32. If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? 

If I could see my US friends without actually having to go to the US itself, that would be perfect.

34. What’s your favourite flower? 

(Answered Here)

36. Do you like your middle name?

Not really. My middle name is the name of some random ski instructor my parents met the year before I was born (I have theories about this, about why my dad randomly remembered this person's name -- but that's a whole other thing. Oh, and also that's one of my middle names, it's complicated. I have like 5 names)

38. Do you have any phobias? 

Ornithophobia (fear of birds). Also scared of horses, cows, and airbags.

40. Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? 

YES!! I love living ten minutes from the beach. We go there a lot to relax and scream at the ocean. I prefer sunny weather, hands down, but it's cloudy 90% of the time here.

42. Tag 5 of your favourite blogs

Oh, this is really difficult. I'll just tag some rad mutuals: @knitmeapony @chaotic-archaeologist @unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix @gaelic-symphony @artcake

44. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? 

I've said 'I love you' to at least five people today and it's only 10am. And I meant every one of those. I'm very much the type of person who loves my partners and friends openly and freely.

46. What do you need when you’re sad? 

Cranky Cave(tm)! Cranky cave is when I'm having meltdowns. I go to my room and turn on the fairy lights and galaxy projector. Grab a ton of squish and fidgets. Bury myself in blankets. And watch my comfort shows.

48. Who’s someone you can trust with your life? 

Doom Them, Kay, Coyote.

[Send Me Asks]

[sparxaf]

Tag Game Tuesday

Thank you for the tags, @wardingoffevil and @mrsbsmooth!

1. Name: Christy

2. Age: HARD PASS

3. Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

4. When is your birthday: Somewhere between when Capricorn starts and when it ends.

5. Where do you call home: Home is anywhere that calls carbonated drinks "pop," and everyone drops the t sounds from the ends of words. "I'm headin back to my apar-meh to see if I got my paycheh. Watch out there's a crack in the pavemeh."

6. Do you have any pets: Nope.

7. What do you do for work: Daytime receptionist/nighttime novelist

8. Current favorite musical artist: Taylor Swift.

9. If you could have lunch with anyone, dead or alive, who would it be: I'd stay home. Alone. I'm not really into meeting new people.

10. What are you wearing right now: I'm afraid to tell you because I don't want you to be overcome by sexual desire for me, but I'm wearing a very sensual pair of baggy grey pajama pants with stars all over them, an "Emo's Not Dead" hoodie, and a pair of slippers with sushi on them. Fan yourself so you don't pass out from my heat.

11. You’re going back to school, what’s your major: Graphic design or Fashion design (ignore my pajama situation).

12. Last fanfic or book you read: I've beta read the next couple chapters of Shiny Demon and I want MOAR.

13. And, finally, share a happy memory with me: I never really had much in the way of family traditions, so having a tradtion is particularly special to me. So, fall is my favorite season and nearly every year we'd go to the local cider mill in October. We haven't been in a few years because of the panny, but we used to go out to their pumpkin patch and pick out pumpkins for Halloween. Then we'd get in line (a long line out the door) to buy jugs of cider and apple cider doughnuts. Oftentimes, they have live music/bands outside (because there's a sitting area for dougnut consumption). The last time we went, there was an Elvis impersonator rubbing his scarf on old ladies who were hooting and hollering like they were 13 years old again and attending their first concert. It was the cutest fucking thing ever. But I digress. We'd get our treats, dump everything in the car, then go to the little gift shop and purchase some cider slushies (they are a gift from the gods/goddess/flying spaghetti monster). We'd suck them down and get brain freeze on our way home. At home, we'd carve the pumpkins, and I'd attempt to bake the seeds. And like every year, I'd burn them till they were inedible 😆. We'd take selfies with our pumpkin abominations and then we'd round out the night having cider and doughnuts while watching a Halloween/supernatural movie (usually Hocus Pocus or What We Do in the Shadows). Just thinking about it makes me feel so happy inside.

[pretentious-art-love]

Album Reviews #44 - Early Demos & Down Colorful Hill by Red House Painters

A friend who has been into Kozelek's music once talked to me about how once they tried to investigate how much of Kozelek's actions were connected with his music-making, but they eventually grew out of it because it felt rather harmful. To me, the truth is much simpler: you don't need to be an awful person to create harrowingly sad music, you just need pretty sounds. Red House Painters' music shines beautifully with an eerie gloom of pure sadness, but it also goes has a range from Post-Rock, which was just beginning to form at the time, to Dream Pop, Noise Rock, and even bits of Classical March or Midwest Emo. Don't be fooled, though; this is, first and foremost, an Indie Rock band focused on the art of sadness and the guitar. Moreover, Red House Painters were prime examples of the Slowcore genre, a sub-genre of Indie enchanted with downbeat melodies, slow tempos, and often minimalist arrangements. When all these elements meet with each other, the deep anguish and rage turn into a noisy guitar hidden in the mix, the drowsiness and melancholy turn into an ethereal guitar that covers the song, and the sobs and the remains of any will left turn into a simple acoustic strumming that never really ceases. I've always said that I have a very short attention span; my mind is constantly jumping around, craving stimulation. If an artist plays with different tempos and changes them throughout a song, that will always help my heart to latch onto your music. The fact that some Slowcore can go its way to sound out of tune also lends a surreal quality to the music; it's as if the world has been toned down slightly, as if things had lost a bit of their life. Mark Kozelek's tuning might have mastered sadness just like Robert Fripp's tuning has mastered madness. It is a dissonant sound that comes from the more noisy Post-Hardcore of the start of the 90s, but here it is used for something completely different thing than aggression, and I personally think its brilliant. Red House Painters can also create amazing songs with the crescendos of Post-Rock to produce eerie but intense pieces that speak to the deepest part of the soul, songs like 'Evil', 'Mother', or this version of 'Funhouse'. This type of music speaks to me much more than the evil or bleak crescendos of other Post-Rock music; an euphoric crescendo can always bring light to life, but I feel a sad and wicked crescendo never really ends, considering that when the song is over, the feelings remain.

Now, while I want to discuss is how this band went above and beyond other Slowcore bands in depicting sadness. I do not have the words for it right now, but it still comes to me as a strong need to describe the importance of this album, so I want to leave this whole text as a placeholder description of why it matters so much until I can come up with the terms, if I ever do. First, I don’t usually get too personal in my reviews, but one thing I feel is relevant to mention is that many people with mental struggles can end up feeling detached from their own world. For me for example, it is dysphoria with my body, or autism with the outside world. Trying to go unnoticed takes a lot of effort, while putting yourself on the spot doesn’t take anything at all, and people operate on different wavelengths, speak different languages, and think in different ways; the world just doesn’t feel real, and neither do you when you look at yourself. Even if you haven't felt this way, you might also feel detached from the world with how overbearing it is. You might be also looking for a place to belong, but there isn't a place, there isn't anywhere you can really go, and the world as we know it is hard to understand. Maybe you lost someone important to you, someone that kept you afloat. This is something anyone could experience. The music of this release turns into one of those mantras that helps me come into existence, where I can experience the world once again as I feel it. No Slowcore albums has come to replicate that, not even those by this band. In other music and in real life, the world already feels so bright, so intense. There are albums that can be even sadder or bleaker than this, but they can be so misty and hard to grasp that in the end, they just feel unreal like anything else in the universe, and so far, only this record has brought the world into reality. The color is drained out, the volume is lowered, the stream of thoughts is reduced while still not allowed to go astray; to me, this album describes reality as it appears to me. There are no overly saturated hues on it, just a very palpable depiction of what it is to be a ghost.

If you have ever felt not just sad but rather dead, as if you do not have any will to do anything, good or bad, happy or sad, if you just start to not feel anything and turn into a shell of a person, this album will make you feel like you are brought back into reality. It paints the world you are living in and makes it real. There is a funeral mood where this ethereal place of life, anguish and misery turn into one, leaving only happiness as an image that can be reached only with a lot of yearning; days go as easily as they come, and you walk without reason while pain turns into a frequent occurrence. '24' introduces us to lethargy, 'Medicine Bottle' is a song as vast as death itself, where sorrows come to transit and we experience them for the rest of eternity. This is one of the best songs to ever exist in the history of mankind. 'Japanese to English' depicts impotence, the crawling through the rest of the world unable to stand up anymore. 'Waterkill' is the bleakest of the songs and turns life into a march of doom, while on the other hand, the self-titled 'Down Colorful Hill' song turns this march into happiness, but a happiness that you can only see from really far away, it is acceptance of pain and feeling thankful for being merely capable of imagining happiness. In 'Michael', the happiness has been found, but this happiness is in a place that is merely imaginary, a place that either doesn’t exist anymore, or never will.

The reason I am reviewing this in the Early Demos Page and not in the Down Colorful Hill page is that there is more material to talk about here and I find it conceptually cohesive with the music of this released record. In short, there are two albums worth of music here, and two with distinct qualities to them, one is Down Colorful Hill and the other could be called… 'Funhouse'. The tracks of Down Colorful Hill (minus 'Lord Kill the Pain') are dismal and, as I mentioned, in their most happy moments they come across as simply listless, while the most heartbreaking moments feel incredibly unbearable. To push my narrative further, 'Lord Kill the Pain' is a song that has a completely different feel to the rest of the album; Mark didn’t want to include it since he felt embarrassed by it, but it was the producer who insisted on its inclusion. Most of this material appears on Disc 2 and if you consider Disc 2 as a collection of older pieces as another user said, it would track with Kozelek’s musical progression as well as the evolution of the music around these years. This makes sense if you see 'Lord Kill the Pain' as not a Down Colorful Hill song, but a Funhouse song. Also, as a bonus, you can add 'Waterkill' to it instead, which was released in studio quality through the Retrospective compilation, and that fits in the Down Colorful Hill world of mourning and wraith.

Now, about 'Funhouse', it consists of all the non-Down Colorful Hill tracks of the demos, minus 'Waterkill', of course, and plus 'Lord Kill the Pain'. I think that the whole feeling of 'Funhouse', this hypothetical record we are making, is a lot more playful and even more naïve than 'Down Colorful Hill', but just as 'Down Colorful Hill' showcases that disembodiment with the present when all your emotions have been withered away, 'Funhouse' showcases the 'embodiment' that we do where the self can only be happy and feel enthusiastic in a time and a place that doesn’t exist in reality, living stuck in a loop that only exists inside your head protected from the outside world. I have already talked about the crescendos of 'Evil' and 'Funhouse', but I think there is enough reasons to talk about the other songs on their own. 'The Bridge' has this enthusiastic happiness while feeling shy and ingenious in a way that is magical. 'Uncle Jo' is harrowing, in 'Headsore', these two feelings combine into something now unreal. 'Million + 8 Things' attempts to look into this enthusiasm again but it is already tainted by self-pity, only to let '21' learn to go through the motions with a despondent heart. Then 'Heart Attack', 'Lord Kill the Pain', and 'Strawberry Hill' come across as the most playful and funny; they might be the most polarizing of all the songs, but they have a true value to them thanks to their irony. People forget that with the bitterness that comes from sadness, snark can take place; these songs are like a playground for the dead. Also, just as the sound of 'Down Colorful Hill' is carefully crafted and designed with drenches of reverb, noisy solos, and the tender acoustic guitar, the sound of 'Funhouse' has a special sound as well in its demo and cassette quality; it indeed sounds like lost music, naïve music from who knows when or where, with a warm sound from a place recorded somewhere else in the world where things are just… different. This album is a piece of art that paints the world as I experience it; it sends you to the world of the dead but at the same time makes reality feel more tangible and discernible than ever before.

So now, what does 'Early Demos' have inside? I see that about those two things, being unable to exist with the present, and to exist only in places that aren't part of reality at all, whether was in a past that never happened, or a future that will never come. If you've ever felt the haunting presence of your own existence, I would say this music has a chance to resonate with you, probably like no other has ever done, just like with me. You can always replace the songs of 'Down Colorful Hill' versions as another person mentioned with the final ones; the sound in the final versions is very unique. By the way, if you were to separate this era of the band into these two hypothetical albums, with their own distinct feel, you could also do it like this:

FUNHOUSE

Evil

The Bridge

Uncle Jo

21

Million + 8 Things

Heart Attack

Lord Kill The Pain

Headsore

Strawberry Hill

Funhouse

Running time: 51 Minutes

DOWN COLORFULL HILL

24

Medicine Bottle

Japanese To English

Waterkill

Down Colorful Hill

Michael

Running time: 44 minutes

P.S. Considering that (just like with Waterkill) Uncle Jo has the recording of this bootleg available in good quality through the Retrospective compilation, you could might as well put it in Down Colorful Hill if you wanted, if it fits for you.

Please, take care of yourself, I hope that if you ever feel lost or gone, I hope that you know that, even if we never got the chance to meet, that I really love you, with all my heart.

9/10

[1000mammals]

Shred Nagittari

male in his 20s. works parttime at various recording and sound stuios, radio and tv crews, usually repairs tech stuff and helps with recording. also sometimes driving service. he owns a good big car partly payed by his job in which he spends a lot of time. also he spends a lot of time in one of his workplace or as a guest in one of his many friends/collegues/aqcuitances homes. he is very good in his field and alo friendly, easygoing, extroverted (and pretty basic) so ppl like him and dont mind his company. at the same time ppl dont know a lot about him because he dont tell a lot about himself except of some random irrelevant things. while he knows a lot about them by being present, working in staff only spaces and observing. almost nobody of them know that he has a brother.

shred was born in some eastern country in times of (seemingly never ending) war but immigrated at a very young age with his mom and younger brother shine. he doesnt remember anything about it but still speaks with kind of eastern accent (peers seemed to like his accent so he didnt try to change it and assimilate)

he lived almost all his life in a very bad and damaged apartment in shitty city part with his younger brother shine. their father was shitty and soon left them and their mom was very beautiful but completely insane and disappeared when they were kids (most likely she was killed). shred took care of his brother but was pretty bad at it because he was just a stupid careless teen. nobody of adults were really gave a fuck about them bc they were living in immigrants and criminal area.

he likes rock and metal music, many various subgenres but mostly popular stuff. he used to be emo in his teens when emo culture was popular and throwed many parties in his place and went to their parties as well. he took shine with him so they could eat and take shower as their home were always covered with trash and damaged and they struggle to keep it clean. also they sometimes stole money and things. when emo went out of fashion shred stopped being emo and lose contact with everybody. he grew out his hair and stop dying it except for one green lock. green is his favorite color and hes basically obsessed with anything green.

he has less money than it seems and he cant afford a better flat or even repair. his home is still in awful state and covered with fire stained spots after shine's manic episodes. thats why he tries to spend time anywhere but there.

[poodledeer]

The timeline....

2015-2016

Dean 5 string bass, trans amber

First Act classical ( borrowed from a friend, first time really playing songs, noodling, recording)

First Act black strat (BORROWED from same friend electronics broken, use at practice with bass amp and clip-on contact pickup, first time hearing gain but not really. )

S*l's unbranded strat, BORROWED SOMETIMES he impresses me by being able to play Heat Seeking Ghost of Sex effortlessly, and some Asking Alexandria

2017-18

Anthony's parts strat (BORROWED at a few practices with jazz people from school)

pointy black ibanez shredder (BORROWED AND RETURNED ALL THE TIME at every practice while a certain friend is playing music with me, then leaves it with me and i record everything using it and a 1/4 in to 1/8 in adapter and a usb sound card. I'm not saying these recordinfs were good or good songs lol) I learned hammer ons and tapping on this and my friends are surprised that i know how to do downtuned chugging because i spend all day doing chromatic bullshit that sounds bad instead

2019-2022

Gozart butterscotch tele (First one that is mine!!!!!!!)(I mostly record demos direct-in, then simple ones miced up to an Orange Crush mini that i get gifted by karen. During uni i dont have anyone to play music with :( but i noodle to myself and do math tapping on this)

Squier bullet tele surf green (First university job.... This was a looker and i felt less bad being seen with it than the Gozart, but i never was seen anywhere with it except 2 times in the dining hall practice rooms with people i dont end up forming anything with :/) (When i remember moving dorms, moving all of my stuff by hand during covid bc i cant drive, i mostly remember holding this one, by the neck, walking up and down campus)

Ibanez artcore (Karen got me this while we lived in bay area together!!!! I'mpretty sure the action was fucked and it was my fault. It didn'tplay well after ending up on the east coast again and I didnt bother getting an allen key. It did remind me of the classical i started with though, and I played Brand New for my apartment mate to sing along to in my senior year [I don'tcare for Brand New] )

Unbranded sunburst strat from Karen's friend (he was graduating and I magnetically attract people to leave their unplayed guitars with me)

Mikael's dad's vintage tele (At practices with him; I severely don'timpress him, too razzled, not used to having amps or a drummer. My biggest L)

2023-2024

I get rid of all the ones i have, to instead use

Hello Kitty Squier (that was in my partners house already, probably second most recorded?)

Karen's bass (It says Bacchus on it, which is kind of amazing)

70s Epiphone restoration from the attic in this house... Its fretboard is dry as hell... not a player. Rubber rolling saddle bridge

eBay parts vintage white thinline tele (After hating the experience of the Kitty for nearly a year, I make this. In cruel irony i never get the setup to be as smooth, the strings as low, as hello kitty woth higher gauge strings on it, but at least i dont get blisters while using it, lol. The hello kitty went crazy up in value during this year because of youtube memes [I hate knowing this, but i found out about it] so we traded it into guitar center to get the parts money. Hey, nearly 20 years to get a little profit from a faceless corp?)

When i got rid of everything in 2023 got a trade in deal on a used huge Orange. I'm happy with it. Orange is the face of post hardcore scene kid bands and emo and whiners so it fits me. The stock speaker is excellent (I don't like how the v30s sound comparatively) but fizzles and tears way quieter than I expect. I guess i should mix it with a cab or get a better speaker and try to match it to this one with EQ. Don't really want to toy with buying things unless i can get rid of something to do it though