#first proper blog post!

[detnuah]

holy shit it’s been 5 years since this was first posted

[aseuki]

Heard there was an @kirbyoctournament going on and decided to join the bandwagon like any good upstanding citizen--and also use this as an excuse to let folks be properly introduced to my little menace hahaha

He has a Reference Sheet and their own dedicated tag, but for those that want the quick rundown of his deal:

Parhelion Knight is the lone guardian of the ancient wishing star Parhelic Anima. A volatile, foul-mouthed spitfire, Stell isn't exactly the most sociable puffball in the cosmos, quicker to resort to violence and insults over diplomacy. To be fair, when the extent of one's social interactions for the past several centuries is speaking to a soulless AI, talking to oneself, and spewing death threats, it makes sense that their conversational ability vastly suffered. It certainly doesn't help that they're desperately pasting flex tape over their many, many complexes over their short stature and lack of wings. Projecting? Overcompensation? What's that?

[hakusins]

cw // stalking

DOL x SCP AU

KyLar ver. 1.0.0 - SCP- 1471 (EUCLID)

'Never settle for those awkward feelings of being alone ever again! KyLar is an exciting and interactive experience that will keep you engaged and intrigued! The anxiety of social situations can be nerve-wracking but after a few hours of KyLar, you will soon forget about all those painful emotions of disappointment! Remember, the more you participate, the more KyLar will engage with you! Your experience is completely up to you!'

SCP-1471 or also known as 'KyLar' is a free to download application for mobile devices made available on several well known online applications platforms including but are not limited to: Google Play and the Apple App Store. SCP-1471 has no listed developer and has the anomalous ability to not only bypass all approval process to be listed on the online application platforms but also can not be removed by any program removal application.

Once SCP-1471 is installed in a phone, it will begin to send pictures to the user through text messaging between every 3-6 hours. All pictures will contain some detail of SCP-1471-A, either located in the foreground or background. On the first day, the pictures containing SCP-1471-A would be taken in places that are usually frequented by users in the past. However, after 48 hours, the pictures sent containing SCP-1471-A would be taken in places that were recently visited by the user. After 72 hours, the pictures sent containing SCP-1471-A would be taken of the user in real time, with shots of SCP-1471-A standing in the foreground, background or even behind the user at times. Users who have been exposed to SCP-1471 for more than 90 hours will begin to visualize or see SCP-1471-A in their peripheral vision and reflective surfaces.

SCP-1471-A has been described to be a short human male with pale skin, sunken eyes with dark eye bags and a mop of black messy unkempt hair. SCP-1471-A is always seen wearing very loose gray trousers and an oversized black hoodie. In some instances, SCP-1471-A would appear in some pictures holding a knife in one hand and some users have reported that the longer they take to respond to SCP-1471-A's pictures, he will look far more hostile and crazed in the next pictures. However, it is unclear if continued delay in response to these text messages would lead to a hostile encounter with the anomalous entity. So far, affected users, who have continued exposure to SCP-1471, had begun visualizing SCP-1471-A in real life, where SCP-1471-A would try to visually communicate with them in some way. However, all reported users have failed to understand or comprehend the meaning of these attempts.

The only way to reverse the anomalous effects that is occurring to the users will be to remove the users from the continuous exposure of the images completely before 90 hours have passed.

[pigeonclaw]

I've been pretty busy with art fight and life in general lately so I haven't been drawing Warriors but I do have a collection of doodles I never did anything with, so here they are!

[wonder-worker]

Thinking about Elizabeth Woodville as a gothic heroine is making me go insane. She entered the story by overturning existing social structures, provoking both ire and fascination. She married into a dynasty doomed to eat itself alive. She was repeatedly associated with the supernatural, both in terms of love and death. Her life was shaped entirely by uncanny repetitions - two marriages, two widowhoods, two depositions, two flights to sanctuary, two ultimate reclamations, all paralleling and ricocheting off each other. Her plight after 1483 exposed the true rot at the heart of the monarchy - the trappings of royalty pulled away to reveal nothing, a never-ending cycle of betrayal and war, the price of power being the (literal) blood of children. She lived past the end of her family name, she lived past the end of her myth. She ended her life in a deeply anomalous position, half-in and half-out of royal society. She was both a haunting tragedy and the ultimate survivor who was finally free.

[frame-of-mind-au]

If you still give a shit about this AU and you're 16 or over interact with this post or I'm purging you from the following list

[blown-to-kingdom-come]

okay maybe this guy still kinda rules

[forgottenflickr]

bruh how did u blow up 😭 i am trying to do my own little upload blog thing and it seems so hard

to be honest, I think it’s just because I already had another sideblog with a few thousand followers, and after some time with this blog i happened to reblog one of my own posts there talking about it. Before then, I got almost no interaction here (though I didn’t post very much then compared to now)

regardless, it’ll take some time and then you’ll get some hit post you didn’t expect, that’s what happened on my other blog I mentioned, here too

[pfhwrittes]

pounding on the bars of my enclosure and begging you to talk about maybe mummies bc i'm obsessed with it already -391780

WIP Game

@391780 oh ho ho i have a treat for you now that i've calmed down enough to see properly again.

maybe mummies, or that mummy au as i've taken to calling it on my blog, is a fucking behemoth of a document right now and it's just a weird blend of an outline/first draft. i love it so much and honestly i suspect it may be my finest work. probably. i hope. i feel like i've hyped it up too much now.

it's a loooooong fic (for me) and a slow burn. there is sniping and banter, the reader purposefully referring to captain john price as "mister price" just to be a little shit, johnny is dealing with things about as well as expected, kyle garrick is a clever cookie, farah is DONE with these white people™️, and somehow the cast list just keeps getting longer and longer.

fresh from the document outline i give you:

[Title]

Or, The Thrilling Tale of how Captain John Price found True Love in 1920s Egypt (and found time to save the World). 

Or, The Mummy (1999) AU I cooked up exactly one week before my top-surgery date.

and a snippet under the cut:

John grunts as he’s shoved roughly to his knees into the compacted sand, two differing hands pressing heavily on his shoulders to encourage him to stay still. As if the sounds of guns being cocked at his back wasn’t encouragement enough, he thinks bitterly. 

“Well, well. What do we have here boys?” A molasses thick drawl croons. John glares up at the snake standing above him, squinting into the sun and resisting the urge to flinch as tiny grains of sand whip needle sharp points into his exposed skin on his face and forehead.

"Graves."

[peppersbabyartblog]

vex and ho-tan for my first art post on here :D

didn't want to draw their robes so lets just say debbie got them these clothes for thanktival 🙏🙏

[every-kakashi]

every kakashi from the naruto manga!

info

sometimes includes extra panels at the mod's whim. for a little fun

atm i am including panels in which kakashi is not visually there but is speaking. i might change my mind on this.

mod is a normal person who thinks pairing teachers with students and kids with adults is weird so they would rather you not do that

trying to use the official translation

i also run @everysuigetsu

logistics:

other characters are tagged with "& [character name]"

chapters are tagged with "ch.[number]"

current organizational tags:

"covers" - chapter covers & volume covers "chapter covers" "volume covers"

current misc tags:

"kakashi (talking)" "kakashito" (small kakashis. very arbitrary) "faces" (kakashi expressions i think are cute/funny. this one is just for me) "tuckt in." (for when he is in bed. tuckt in) "favorites" (my personal favorites)

currently running on a queue, frequency might vary depending on free time but i'll try to keep it consistent

current schedule: 2 posts / day

[aoitakumi8148]

...𝓘𝓯 𝓘𝓽 𝓘𝓼 𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓦𝓮 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓓𝓲𝓮, 𝓦𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓐𝓽 𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓓𝓲𝓮 𝓣𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻.

[grossillygirl]

No slander. But do communicate how such things are a huge part of your boundaries.

There could be a lot of reasons why he didn't bother asking, including some kind of preconceived notion that it is okay, since you are an exhibitionist on the internet.

Don't let this slide as a mistake. I'm not saying make a huge deal out of it, but talk about it and let him know that he needs to ask before doing anything to you since there are a lot of things that might trigger your trauma.

Only this way can you make sure this relationship stays healthy. It's always hard for kinky people to stay out of the line that changes kink to abuse. I've been there and I understand that communication on even the tiniest problems is the key to keeping it alive and healthy.

Take care, stay safe, hope it works out for the both of you!

We already did all of this dont worry!! We communicate and stay open minded and things and we were very clear about what went wrong and how to ensure it doesnt happen again :) we aren't very kinky at all by the way so its not like a kink thing sooo yeah. Thank you for ur constructive advice anyway though! I appreciate the effort snd kindness🫶🏽🫶🏽

Like i vent on here because i dont have friends to talk to yk? And this is my first healthy relationship to be honest, so i get very scared when even small mishaps occur so i run to my blog to be a dramatic sad crazy girl but i revert right back to my normal responsible adult self and communicate i promise :)

[praisethesuns]

jack ass hutcherson. rain world white boy.

design by @plope

[theweaponsmith]

Lost in thought

Outside the Lennox family house sits a formidable guard, occupying himself with the important task of weaponry maintenance. Every now and then his focus shifts to the bedroom window closest to him, peeking inside to check on the little girl who rests so peacefully.

The brisk evening air dances around Ironhide's frame, the nip of winters chill teasing at his frame. It provides a familiar comfort to him, yet at the same time it only deepens the ache of sorrow and longing in his spark. A feeling he is desperately trying to push to the back of his mind yet it grows increasingly difficult to do so, no matter how hard he tries to focus on accessing the core of his plasma cannon.  The stars in the sky are covered by a thick blanket of cloud, heavy and threatening to let go of their cargo at any moment.

It isn’t very often the weaponsmith has to change out the cores of his cannons, but every time he does it’s always the plasma cannon that gives him grief and at this present moment it is very much not appreciated. Especially when part of the latching mechanism slices open his pointer digit as it comes undone. It takes all of  Ironhide's might not to throw the spent core into the nearest empty field as he removes it from the cannon. Frustrated growl rumbling deep from within his frame as bead of energon drip down his servo. Yet he perseveres, inserting the new core and latching it in place, his energon smearing over the mechanisms as everything locks into place.

It’s not the first time he's injured himself while maintaining a weapon, in fact he's lost count of how many times its happened. But he will never get used to the fact there isn't a tiny medic rushing over to chastise him for hurting himself or to fuss over him even at the most insignificant of injuries.  Her not being here hurts him far more than any injury ever could. At least the pain for wounds go away as they heal, yet this never fades in fact it only hurts more as time goes on.

If she were here right now she wouldn't of hesitated grabbing a hold of his injured servo. No matter how many times she did so, he would always marvel at the strength those little servos of hers possessed as he watched her inspect the wound.  But then she'd get that little excited look on her face, her optics unable to hide her joy and instantly he'd know she'd have to give him stitches. He's still not certain as to why that always got her so excited but then again he couldn't help but fall more in love with her as he watched her become so deeply engrossed in sewing his wounds shut.

But the thing he has to miss the most about her taking care of him isn't her looking after his wounds, nor her being completely engrossed in taking care of him. It’s the way she would always habitually kiss him once she finished patching him up. Primus how he missed her kisses, how the cold from them always lingered long after she had pulled away.

Reaching into his subspace, the weaponsmith rummages around trying to find a clean rag to clean himself up with, the wound being nothing more than a simple nick on a minor fuel lines, his self-repair system would take care of the rest. However it isn't the only item that he retrieves, the rag being caught on a long metal rod. At first the weaponsmith doesn't notice, too occupied with mopping up the energon from his servo. But then the pole drops to the ground below, clanging against the gravel.

Ironhide winces, peeking into Annabelle's room to see her still firmly asleep in her bed. Thank Primus that noise didn't wake the youngster up. His attention quickly turns to the metal rod on the ground, picking it up and inspecting it to make sure it hadn’t received any damage. Large digits run across the grooves within the metal, he remembers vividly carving out each and every one of them, taking his time to make sure the patterns matched and were equally spaced. It was one of his favourite projects, one that he poured countless hours and rechargeless nights into because it had to be perfect. And it was. This was more than just a weapon; more than just an intricately designed staff.  It was the beginning of the courting process between him and Wild. At the time it was meant to be purely decorative, yet functional. But when the war started and she got relocated to Uraya it was her method of defence should she need it and it served her well, she’d even saved his life multiple times while wielding it. The weaponsmith had hoped by keeping the weapon with him, he’d one day be reunited with her; being able to return the gift to her possession and continue their courting process. But as the years turned to millennia his hope of being reunited with Wild began to dwindle. With the dying of Cybertron and the search for the Allspark sending them from galaxy to galaxy Ironhide had to come to terms with the harsh reality that Wild had become one of the many billions of Cybertronians that had been killed in action.  The feeling of dread and pain he felt the day he found the staff amongst the charred remains of what was her hospital unit haunts him even now. It is an ache that resonates within his spark along with many different scenarios and ‘what ifs’. What if he had been there with her? Would he have been able to keep her safe? Why did he have to follow the order and send her away? Was it his fault she was killed? Yet it wasn’t until he finally had chance to take reprieve from the war, settling down and living with the Lennox’s that he truly had time to think about the grief he had so desperately pushed to the back of his mind. The seeds of them had been planted long ago, slowly growing and spreading until the day they finally came to fruit but now he could no longer ignore them. The weaponsmith is so lost in his own thoughts he doesn't hear the car pull up beside him. Nor does he hear the people inside it get out and approach him, calling his designation. “Ironhide.” No answer. The couple call out again. “Ironhide.” Still no answer. Will and Sarah look at one another, confused as to what has the weaponsmith so engrossed. “Go check on Anna.” Sarah instructs to her husband before walking over to the Autobot. Gently she pats him on the leg, calling out to him again. “Ironhide? Something on your mind?”

Something feels off, there is an aura of melancholy that fills the air. So much of it that its tangible.

Ironhide remains silent, now aware that Sarah is there yet unsure as to whether he wants to answer her question.

Sarah moves to take a seat on the ground close to the weaponsmith. She doesn't push him for an answer, instead simply opting to give him some company.  After many years being married to Will she's learnt that when a soldier is resting; not actively thinking about how to survive a warzone their mind has time to truly wonder, for the heavy burdens they carry on the conscience to finally take its toll. It seems that also applies to soldiers of alien races too.

When Will first brought Ironhide home, Sarah wasn't sure what to think. Who in their right mind would when their husband brings home a giant transforming alien robot? But now Ironhide isn't simply just an alien robot who guards their home and family. He is family.

Sarah is happy to admit she's grown rather fond of the big grump and he absolutely dotes on Annabelle as if she were his own flesh and blood so to speak. So with him being more grumpy than usual and by more she means downright miserable it makes her heart ache.  She cannot comprehend what burdens weight heavily on the shoulders of a 17 million year old soldier, but she'll be damned if she doesn't try.

Sarah's gaze moves to look at where Ironhide's is fixated, looking over the staff in his servos. It’s pretty, the intricate patterns must have taken a lot of patience to create. This is definitely  not something she’s seen before and she can’t help but note the size of it doesn’t really seem to match Ironhide; it’s too small, too dainty almost feminine. Ironhide turns his helm slightly to look down at Sarah, taking note of her seeing the staff. For a few moments he simply runs his digits over the patterned grooves. Until finally he answers. "Someone."

“Hmm?” Sarah hums, having been lost in thought herself.

"You asked me if I was thinking about something. Not something. Someone." Ironhide quietly admits. Part of him can't believe he even admitted that, he's never broached the topic to anyone, not even those he's closest too. The weaponsmith isn't even sure how to talk about it, he doesn't know what words to say. Instead his mind races with 5 million years of thoughts, the burden he has been tasked to bear and it has never felt heavier.

But for the first time since he lost her, he finally feels safe enough to talk about her. Yet he knows by doing so he has to accept the fact she’s really gone. The look that he gives Sarah is enough to tell her just how much this someone means to the weaponsmith. It’s a look she herself felt when she thought Will had been killed in the SOCCENT attack last year.

Sarah moves closer to him so she can reassuringly rub at part of his leg. it's not quite the same as rubbing someone's back when they're upset. But it’s a sentiment that Ironhide appreciates none the less.

"Tell me about them. Your someone." Sarah prompts, knowing that by sharing the burden she may be able to atleast lift some of that weight of Ironhide’s shoulders.

"Where do I even begin?" Ironhide asks, his voice threatening to break. “At the beginning. Tell me everything?”

As if by divine intervention the clouds open as the chill in the air grows. One by one snowflakes begin their descent, dancing in the wind. Sarah lets out a little gasp, snow certainly wasn’t forecast. It was supposed to rain. Snowflake after snowflake comes to settle on Ironhide’s frame. Any other time and he would have quickly shook them off and headed for the comfort of warmth, but not tonight. He remains firmly planted on the ground outside, letting them find home on his frame. It seems even now Wild is looking after him. He takes that as his sign that everything will be ok. Sarah can’t help but notice the small smile on Ironhide’s face.

[a-passing-storm]

(13 of) The 15 Fears As Lemon Demon Songs

In order of confidence/how well the songs fit/also just preferred fears.

The Eye - Touch Tone Telephone

The Extinction - Cabinet Man

The Lonely - Amnesia Was Her Name

The Spiral - Sundial

The Web - Spiral of Ants

The Stranger - Nightmare Fuel

The Buried - I Earn My Life

The Flesh - Modify

The Dark - Ancient Aliens(?)

The Hunt - Jaws(?)

The Slaughter - Knife Fight(?)

The Vast - The Ocean(?)

The Desolation - Action Movie Hero Boy(?)

I literally could not find any that fit The End or The Corruption. Explanations and some rambling beneath the cut.

I wanted to do this because I had ideas for a few of them, mainly The Extinction, Eye, Lonely, Spiral, Stranger, and Web. Then I kind of struggled to do the rest. I also typically only listen to Spirit Phone and View Monster, so I was mainly drawing from those two.

The Eye

Touch Tone Telephone - I don't have a good reason for this one. It fits John better than it fits The Eye, but I think you can argue that it fits the need for knowledge and loss of self in that search.

The Extinction

Cabinet Man - I don't think I need to explain this one! Cabinet Man is so similar to Binary, when that guy ate his computer.

Samuel and Rosella - I think this one is a sub-flavor of The Extinction. It's like... ah yes, these old people are convinced that the world is ending. Because of Kids These Days. Not climate change...

Fine - Speaking of climate change! This one is climate change denial, but I think it still fits The Extinction.

The Lonely

I had so many ideas for this one. Not all of them will make it here.

Amnesia Was Her Name - It reminded me a lot of Martin getting stuck in The Lonely in Season 5 and forgetting his name. It's got that sense of disconnection from other people.

It Can Get Lonely In My Mansion - This one fits pretty straightforwardly, because it is... about a guy who is in a huge empty space and feels lonely. The reason I didn't put it as my Final Choice was that it is more Capitalism Horror than Lonely Horror, in my opinion. I do think it fits The Lonely Making You Think That You Are Superior To Others And You Not Hanging Out With Them (I think that came up in Peter Lukas' statement?).

Soft Fuzzy Man - Again, being very literal with this one, it fits well. Some of the ocean vibes in the lyrics (ie. "cold and windy / dark and stormy") remind me of The Lonely's fogginess and Peter Lukas' sailor thing. I'm just going to start listing off lyircs: "can't you see me? / why can't you see me?" "I need to feel like I exist / so please, baby, please, baby, step into the mist." Going off of the lyrics, it fits well, but it just seemed a little too literal.

You're At the Party - I really wanted to use this for The Lonely, but then I decided it fit The Stranger better, but then I found other things that fit The Stranger. This song reminds me of when you are in a very busy/crowded place but feel completely invisible, out of place, and separate from everyone.

A Mask of My Own Face - This is another Lonely/Stranger one to me. You can take it as being around other people but still separating yourself from them, again in the Peter Lukas way.

Stuck - Doesn't really fit, but there is a line about forgetting your name and not having a clear personality.

The Spiral

Sundial - It's a silly nonsense song! The Spiral is the silly nonsense fear (ish). Sundial is a personal favorite Lemon Demon song, so I suppose I also wanted to assign it to a fan-favorite fear.

Eighth Wonder - Honestly, this one might fit better than Sundial, because it is an entity that is actually dangerous that comes off as very silly and playful, much like certain door people.

The Web

Spiral of Ants - I feel like someone is going to kill me for putting this here and not The Corruption or The Spiral, but it is... it is not really Bugs Gross nor is it about going crazy (that much). I think it fits The Web, because it discusses a loss of control over your own life, a lack of awareness over that loss of control, and the sense that you are just acting as a part of a collective as opposed to an individual with free will.

Redesign Your Logo - This was what I initially had for The Web. Going off of the literal words, it does have the repeating "everything's connected," which is pretty Web-y. I also think the general idea of manipulating and controlling people via advertising fits that pretty well.

Stuck - I feel that realizing that you are a character with no free will is pretty Web-related.

The Stranger

Nightmare Fuel - Once again, I feel that I don't need to explain this one. We have creepy clowns, puppets with human hands, mannequins that move, robots with human eyes, monsters made of clay, and a direct mention of the uncanny valley.

You're At The Party - This one is very Something Is Off But You Don't Know What to me and is personally very strongly associated with derealizing, which basically gives everything an uncanny valley feeling.

A Mask of My Own Face - I think this only works if you go by the imagery of someone wearing a mask made of human skin.

The Buried

I Earn My Life - I was initially going to use this for The Web, but then one of the Q&As mentioned that tax offices would totally be places of The Buried, and I figured this fit. Obviously, it fits more with the metaphorical sense of being stuck and having a lot of pressure on you than it does with literally being buried.

The Flesh

All of these seemed like slight stretches, so I had a hard time deciding between them.

Modify - This just felt like the most Body Horror song that I could find, even though it dealt less with the Ew Squishy Meat element of body horror than it did the Meat That Can Be Damaged element of body horror.

Lifetime Achievement Award - This was my initial choice for The Flesh, mainly because of the "even as we speak we're synthesizing blood and organs" in the chorus. It really doesn't fit that well, but that line tends to hit me with the sudden awareness that I am just a bunch of cells making more cells and such. Fleshy.

Nothing Worth Loving Isn't Askew - This one fits because of the "you are muscle, flesh, and bone," at the beginning and the themes of dysmorphia and insecurity about one's body. I just didn't find it particularly horrifying, I suppose. I kind of found it wholesome.

The Dark

We are now getting to fears where I feel that my song choices really didn't fit.

Ancient Aliens - I thought it fit mostly because of the sense of not knowing and the fear of the unknown. Also, the mention of darkness. Also, the mention of eye damage, I guess. Weirdly, a lot of Lemon Demon songs mention eye damage or specifically gouging out your eyes.

The Hunt

Jaws - Look. Spooky shark hunts people. People hunt shark. Shark hunts and eats people. People hunt shark more. Shark is dead. Hurrah!

The Slaughter

Knife Fight - Senseless violence! We'll ignore the tickle fight at the end.

The Vast

The Ocean - I did just pick a song that mentioned the ocean. In my defense, it also mentions not being able to see the horizon and watching the stars, which has been associated with The Vast a bit. By the way, there is another song called Deep In The Ocean, which also doesn't fit that well, though I suppose you could interpret it as being about how insignificant humans are in the grand scheme of things (time-wise).

The Desolation

Action Movie Hero Boy - I think you could argue this for The Slaughter, because both feature senseless violence, but this one touched a bit more on the romanticization of violence/destruction, in my opinion. Fire and explosives. Desolation. Woo.

Angry People - I think this one might fit better with The Slaughter or even The Extinction thematically, but it reminded me of baby Agnes. That was the main reason I picked it. Plus, I feel like The Desolation's people tend to be very passionate about things, and the mention of having sex angrily and eating angrily kind of had that vibe to me.

Others

When He Died - This really fits a good amount of them. I'm getting Stranger, because of the random skulls, Laughing Record, and clown; Lonely, because nobody mourned him and his wife's "voice began to fade to nothing;" Desolation, because of the house fire; and End, because of the foreseen death thing. There is also an apocalypse mention, so... Extinction + The Watcher's Crown.

Man-Made Object - It may or may not have reminded me a little bit of Jonah Magnus.

Pizza Heroes - This has got to be the Breekon and Hope theme song. They always deliver. :)

No Eyed Girl - This one! Thinking about this one in the context of The Magnus Archives actually made me cry. Like. Okay. Hear me out. Let me just straight up post the lyrics, actually. I will ramble and then I will straight up post the lyrics. I am not a huge fan of JohnMartin, however... Like. This song. This song in the context of Episode 200. Especially since the song is about someone falling in love with like... an unknowable being. In the song, the no-eyed girl and the unknowable being are two separate people, but like... this song if Martin was the no-eyed person and John was the being.

Oh, knowing what we know, knowing what we don't know  This is gonna change our world  Feeling how I feel, I'll accept the unreal  If you'd be my no-eyed girl From nowhere mankind can go  There's too much light, blinding white  Your matter tells mine to scatter  It's alright, it's alright From the moment that we met  I've been awake like I've never been awake in all my life  If I spoke your language, I could tell you how I feel  But your language isn't real In every myth, there's a little bit of truth  But I cannot say a thing  I cannot say a thing  Without proof, oh, no Knowing what we know, knowing what we do not know  This is gonna change our world  I might go insane if I learn your full name  If you'd be my no-eyed girl From nowhere mankind can go  There's too much light, blinding white  Emotions, human implosions  It's alright, it's alright Right before the kiss, I noticed something in the air  Molecules existed when there should have been none there  Chemical reactions with the surface of your skin  Some will say my actions let the no-eyed people in And I'd do it all again  And I'd do it all again  And I'd do it all again

I'm still rambling about this song. Like. Hello???

"Knowing what we know, knowing what we don't know. / This is gonna change our world." Like... HELLO? Knowing what they know about the Fears and the Archive and everything about alternate worlds? Not knowing exactly what would happen if they died or attempted to fix the world? But knowing pretty damn well that it sure would change?

Even the idea of being blinded by knowing too much... Jonah Magnus much? Everything going wrong as they kiss? Also just... how sad the last verse sounds...

Help!