#fair little muse

[mosraev]

Lyrics through the decade 3/10

I've decided to collect all the songs I've made through the last decade and share my favourite snippets with you guys. The pictures for the backgrounds will (as much as possible) be pictures I've taken the same year as the lyrics were written. The full lyrics may or may not be made official someday.

Part 3; 2015

Being the first full year I had been writing songs and the year I took one semester on what I now call my summer camp, this was a very productive year for songs. Well, it was a productive year for lyrics, I actually did only finish half of the songs I started. My lyrics became a little less angry overall and focused more on storytelling.

More info under the line

Stay creative, my fellow foxes 🦊💚

Song 1 (pic1); Pyriphlegeton.

A song named after the greek myth of the flood of fire in the underworld keeping the tormented standing so they can endure more pain, this is a song where I've taken the perspective of a woman with an undefined mental illness. Some lines however can be read through a trans lens. Fun fact: I rapped the verses on this. No I am not kidding (also I am not a rapper)

Featured lyrics:

Heartache! Her ribcage's a cage of a prison.

She's searching so hard for the brick life's missing.

Honorable mention;

She blames herself for going insane.

When all that she need is a shoulder to cry on,

Instead she chokes on water from Pyriphlegethon.

Song 2 (pic2); Icebirds

This is a fun one in that I made it as a sort of theme song for a novel length story I was writing about a boy that lived in a world where people got their mind wiped in they stepped out of line (or what he later learn is actually a brainfog repressing your memories and identity). So while the lyrics could be taken as a queer metaphor in context it is more litteral. I didn't finish either the story or the song however.

Featured lyric:

Out of the fog, clear reality to face.

How much of myself have ignorance erased?

Song 3 (pic3); Tidal Wave/Party Wave

One of the few times that I tried to write a party song. This was strange since I wrote as a typical Dane that drinks and loves parties (which I don't) but I do love this line a lot

Featured lyric:

The floor's alive with every beat.

We're the beating heart's arteries.

Song 4 (pic4); the Rabbit and the Turtle

One of the few songs with no real perspective character, instead it is about the passing of time and the ambivalent feeling I have about time in general.

Featured lyric:

today's struggles are in tomorrow's past.

Song 5 (pic5); Shout Out

A song I wrote as a tribute to the friends I've gotten in the three years of highschool (although some of the experiences mentioned go back to middleschool). One of the earlier examples of me using my own experiences in a song.

Featured lyric:

Where everyday it's a chapter, at dawn begins a new [chapter].

Song 6 (pic6); Fair Little Muse

In this song I take the perspective of a lover feeling something is wrong with their partner but not knowing what or how to communicate their worry. It is very flowery/artsy which is fitting since the muse part is inspired by the muses of greek mythology.

Featured lyric:

((Extended)) Your thoughts are roses, wild in bloom.

Are they midnight black or are they twilight blue?

While roses they wither, evergreen remains.

And snowdrops bear promises of better days.

Song 7 (pic7); Mirror on the Wall v. 2

This is a special case since it is a song that actually have two versions; one was very personal and read like a diary (version 1) and then there's one taking the perspective of a girl and a boy both having body image issues thereby depersonalising the story (version 2). And yet this line is so raw and trans coded that I cannot help but love it. I never finished this song.

Featured lyric:

Mirror on the wall, hear it smash against the floor.

I feel so wasted [and] lost in my own skin.

((Extended)) [in] this body I'm living in.

Song 8 (pic8); Mixtape

I had an idea of writing a song about two people sharing memories through their dedication to music (possibly because I was at a music camp around this time). I never finished the song but I like this first part.

Featured lyric:

I’ve made you a mixtape to soundtrack your wasted youth.

All your favorite songs are on it 'cause they’re mine too.

[sunnibits]

feel the need to say that as of this month it’s officially been two whole years of sunnibits izzyposting, everyone give it up for this wet little freak <3

[legionofpotatoes]

everyone hates crunch and everyone wants the new dragon age to have 4x the scope with 8x the quantum content

[yingren]

happy halloween i'll be spending the night in a haunted house called my drafts and inbox

[lususnatura]

anyhow, my visual for y'all for today is your muse only finding out that blamore's an excellent gymnast because it performed a move called the ricna (which requires a lot of strength and precision) on a bar they had at a fair to beat someone in a strength competition + it did it while it was as drunk as a skunk too, and not letting your muse ever forget that he DID that. though not to brag or anything on his part, of course, lmaooo

[mad-hunts]

expanding upon the whole Predator Animal as a Metaphor ( compared to prey animal ) thing that Barton has going on... he does grow his nails out and file them to a point to defend himself in drastic situations. And the best way I could describe them is that he files them in a way that they sort-of resemble a wolves claws. So do what you will with that information

[myristicisms]

Ever since his escape there's been a lingering dread within his heart, heavy lead sinking it into the depths of his belly enough to leave his appetite damn near permanently sullied. The wounds have long since healed but the scars still linger, memories clinging to the front of his mind like an ichor that refuses to wash away with the rain. There's blood of hundreds that stain tawny fingers, many that he had once known to some degree, many who had families back home, lovers and friends, and he'd ripped their lives from them without a second thought. The lives of many sacrificed for two escaped subjects, that was the ugly truth of ShinRa, of Zack Fair himself because he'd chosen to fight back, chose to continue forwards instead of laying down belly up and allowing them to sink their blades within his flesh once more.

Sure, for now ShinRa thought him to be dead but for how long? There's no body to return to Hojo and given the man's insatiable lust for knowledge, it would only be inevitable the Turks would be dispatched to find his non existent corpse and then what? Assume he'd been found by some kindly stranger and buried yet not reported as gone? Unlikely, Tseng was smarter than that, smarter and relentless even with their prior friendship many years back and now he's sat here, wasting space and valuable resources in a country he'd helped ravage and biding his time hoping to God that ShinRa won't think to search for a rogue corpse in the foreign country all the while endangering the people who were kind enough to take in a wounded man.

His dedication to helping others never waned, seeing and living among the villagers of Wutai had only strengthened his resolve to see a free Wutai in his lifetime once more and slowly that loyalty once reserved for ShinRa and SOLDIER eased into the resistance, once he'd been able to fight again the former SOLDIER jumped head first into divulging what secrets he could with little hesitation at all. Vengeance maybe or just because he had to make amends, Zack will never know. He's just grateful to be welcomed by those around, happy to have eased his way into some sort of normalcy even if he still got the occasional odd glance, even moreso with how much time he's been spending with Kusakabe, his heart wept for the loss of the other's younger sister but time waited for none no matter how intense the grief was. ( Even if I hardly knew her. )

“ You say that now, ” It's mumbled, soft and near bitter as the beginnings of his woes start to boil over. “ But I've done some pretty shitty things, it's hard not to feel like I'm awful. ” And that's been an ever present feeling lingering within his thoughts even before the mess he'd unintentionally landed himself in. Crimson oozing into the fabric of his pants, curtain bangs having strands stand tall from residual lightning magic blasted at him and a familiar hoarse voice apologizing having been the catalyst, Angeal's death was on his hands even if it was by the older man's will. Killing Genesis hadn't done him any favors either but he'd guess where the guilt really truly began was falling victim to ShinRa's propaganda, killing the warriors of Wutai during the invasion and capture of Fort Tamblin had been weighing heavy upon his mind for years.

“ But since you're the one saying it, I s'pose I gotta take it seriously eh? You're a good man Sonon, wish I could've been more like you. ”

@sleeplesswork | Sonon Kusakabe

“ i don't think you're a bad person. ”

[spiderwarden]

I try not to be negative in terms of character things but keep the Targaryen comparisons away from me and Minthara thank you very much.

[abyssembraced]

Where did Ghost really go before returning to Hallownest ?

Frankly, the question that was asked of them was one that Ghost wouldn't mind knowing the answer to themself.

Their memories... Even their early ones from when they first returned to Hallownest were hazy and fragmented. The more challenging fights they'd faced in the Crossroads and their first encounters with the bugs they'd come to call their friends still existed in their mind, yet lay scattered and untethered from each other with unknowable gaps in between, with no certainties as to even the order in which any of the events occurred.

Before that? They knew hardly anything of their past.

What did they do in the vast, endless wasteland outside Hallownest? What caused them to return to the fallen kingdom? Why did they even leave it in the first place?

They didn't know.

They typically didn't care to think on those questions much, either—it made more sense to focus on the present, and the things they knew now, rather than dwell on an unrecoverable past. Yet, here they were, being asked to recount those lost memories.

They... Could at least make an attempt?

Grasping at those memories was hard. Though they knew for a fact that they had spent much of their life outside the kingdom's bounds, it was as though the memories of that time had never existed in the first place.

But... They could fight. Even before coming back to Hallownest, they already knew how to wield a nail. So, then... They must have met someone out there. Travellers, perhaps. Someone who taught them how to fight—or at least the basics of it, anyway. Perhaps they were even the one to gift them the nail that had since carried them through many battles, or maybe that was a different Someone.

But who? Ghost couldn't picture them. They didn't even know for sure that such a person had even existed, but it only made sense, right?

...

There was only one time that they had ever managed to recover a long thought lost memory, and that was with the Dream Nail. If they were to enter their own dream once more, unlock the hidden secrets within their own mind... Would that give them answers? Would it do anything at all?

Although... Did it even matter? The stranger's curiosities aside, they... Didn't particularly care about discovering their past. It wasn't as though whatever it was that had happened back then could be changed. Nor did they think that learning anything new about it would affect their present life. They were happy where they were right now, with their family and friends in the recovering Hallownest.

Yes.

They didn't remember what they did before their return to Hallownest, but that was okay.

[sentofight]

ooc. u know since i started teaching i think my grammar is getting..........tiny..........tiny...weeensyyyyyy eaaannyyyy better. i know how grammar works but then i write my brain: *slides arabic structure here because it can* and then you have arabizi*

[resolutepath]

[ META ] + vautrin for neuvi ;) hurt me charlie

Ah, I see my friend. You pull up the chair immediately to my let us hurt each other table. Well, here it goes.

I've rambled about this to you in DMs but I do think Vautrin and Neuvillette had a bond that was profound in the sense that here is one of the first people I interact with closely who has seen the joy in melusines and come to appreciate them as much as I have, who can empathise with my motivations, who understands the direction. I do not think it impossible that before bringing the melusines to Fontaine Neuvillette was even more distant from humanity than he was at the start of the story quest. His only regular correspondence was Furina, he himself withdrawn entirely. A paragon of justice but one apart from the society he governs. What forced his hand was the case of the melusines, and the companionship of Vautrin and Carole. Over that time they worked exceedingly closely together, and Neuvillette learnt of compassion and closeness and having a sense of wanting to be near without being able to explore them. He did not voice these, but was indulged all the same by the situation.

And then Carole is sacrificed and Vautrin gets vengeance and they are both gone. For Neuvillette that only encourages withdrawal again, separation and isolation. Some things were not made for him. Until Wriothesley breaks down that wall and refuses to allow the distance in the situation they are in. Not yet labelled but something stirring beneath the surface. The arrival of Vautrin part 2 puts a pin in that.

Because here is a Neuvillette who now has a name to put to what he was feeling back then, who has been actively progressing towards something along those lines quietly, who is more engaged with his people, and he's now faced with Vautrin. And there's a sense of guilt - betraying what they had for what he has now, the idea of how can he be in the right place for one but not the other, the sorrow of having moved on if he had waited then maybe, the complexities of the situation.

In the end Vautrin becomes something of a source of guilt and sorrow for Neuvillette as opposed to the brilliant sparking of minds working along the same path, sharing similar ideals. It changes things and forces Neuvillette to retreat within himself for a time. To find comfort in old habits as this dynamic he once held is mired with negative emotions encouraged by the situation and it ultimately puts Neuvillette at a standstill. As he does not know how to navigate this yet. He's learning. And in doing so he's actively damaging two dynamics that mean a lot to him, one because he was moving on and the other because he cannot move on entirely.

[relicsongmel]

You know, I've held for a long time the belief that canon!Denise eventually surpasses Sylvia and is just a notch above her in terms of battle prowess despite being younger. But the more I think about it the more I realize Paldea!Denise blows Sylvia out of the WATER with how strong she is to the point it's not even a contest

[the-nexus]

     And it is here that Zack has chosen to rest his head. Yes, here is where he shall nap. To the one trapped beneath him, there truly is no escape. How could anyone dare disturb this sweet, handsome man?

[eldragon-x]

That anon got me thinking about Bill ruining Ford's life actually can we talk about that

[protect-namine]

the thing is, I really like traveler. but my favorite thing about traveler is their carefully balanced relationship with teyvat.

they're divine/non-human but they pretend anyway and don't correct people who think they're human (they also don't even really hide it from those who figure it out). they are kind and helpful and but go-with-the-flow and most of the time it's paimon setting that flow and prodding us to save people. they are beloved by teyvat but the moment they see their sibling they immediately say, "<abysss twin> let's go home!"

they don't lie but they also don't tell paimon everything (like how they were there during khaenri'ah, or any of their secret conversations with scaramouche or venti). they don't share their true name, and only use the player-given alias.

they love teyvat, but they always set some kind of distance and doesn't yet see it as home, not without the abyss twin. and who's to say they won't leave once they reunite? I think this part of them is really fascinating

[gildedmuse]

Em: Oh, hey, you do those Tumblr thing, right?

Me: I have a free Tumblr account which I post on, yes.

Em: Shut up, I mean those - where they, wait Henry's sister was talking about them. You know! You ask someone for advice about dating someone but they're all fictional.

Me: *Where is this coming from?* Yeah, I think I know what you're talking about. Why? What's up?

Em: His little sister mentioned liking them and a lot of them are gender fluid friendly. She's into some of the same animes so I told her to look you up.

Me: ...

Me: ...

Me: That's cool she mentioned that. Also, that's not at all my tumblr's vibe.

Em: You mentioned people asking stuff mostly about-

Me: People send me asks like, "Hey wouldn't Zoro and Law be hot as cops?" And I say, "Yes, also about 500 other things, let me name them all." Which is kind of the opposite.

Me: I would be one the last people on Tumblr you'd send that ask.

Me: Okay your prompt is "Law, just realizing he has a kink for high heels"

Me: "He mentioned wanting to try this new bistro and you decide to dress up, make a date of it, and you're sitting there enjoying the breeze on the patio and suddenly a green haired boy with a tight little ass walks by, a pair of glittery green stilettos casually tossed over his shoulder, and from the state of his stocking-"

Me: Why are you crying? You didn't like it?

Em: ...Okay, I get your point.