#hidge kids

[clickabletale]

I may have been rethinking on my past VLD next gen/ship kids, primarily Pidge and Hunk’s kids. Don’t get me wrong, I still love Zeke and Molly. I want to draw them more, but I think I’ve been coming up with different headcanons for Pidge and having a family ever since I’ve realized last year that I’m asexual. (Like I did technically come out when I was 12 or so but I forgot and it all came back to me as an adult lesbian. 😭)

With my experiences, Pidge as asexual or demisexual just made more and more sense to me, but they would still want a domestic life with Hunk and having a family like her own. Pidge would probably feel really guilty about talking about it, but her family, Hunk and the rest of the Paladins would still be supportive. 💪💕

I’m thinking instead, possibly they both agree get a trusted surrogate to make that happen. (Probably with the tech in Voltron, idk somehow they twins would still inherit most of their parents traits without Pidge having to carry them.)

Just wanted to talk about that as I’ve been thinking on it a lot. 😭

[andie-cake]

fuck it *uncryptids your neferata* (aka, rehabilitated!neffie's character sheet)

Neferata Hidgens, formerly known as The Witchwood Bat-Child

17 years old

Still doesn't fully care about pronouns, but generally goes by she/her anyways

Once an infamous town menace that wreaked havoc on the streets of Hatchetfield at night, HFPD officers Sweetly and Bailey finally succeeded in capturing the Bat-Child. Unsure weather it'd be more appropriate to hand her off to a doctor or a vet, they enlisted the help of local kooky reclusive biology professor Henry Hidgens, figuring he'd just put her down for them. Instead, the professor saw a money-making opportunity, and offered to take her in with hopes that he could make a lucrative tourist trap out of charging people to get a glimpse of her. Instead, she starting picking up on his speech and taking a shine to his music (his one weak spot), and he abandoned his initial tourist trap idea in favor of raising the girl into a functioning member of society. Surely he can still gain fame and recognition from that, right? (putting the rest under a cut bc this bitch got long as shit)

Neffie's relationship with Hidgens is tough to pin down. Neffie sees him as something of a father figure, and Hidgens definitely does care about her. He keeps her healthy and tries to ensure that her education is up to snuff, and they bond over him playing music for her. But there's still a big part of him that strongly wants to make a profit off of her somehow, though he's never said as much out loud to her. But if someone wealthy approached him with a hefty offer for her, like say, enough money to fund a musical, he likely wouldn't be able to turn it down.

The big two things Neffie picked up from being rehabilitated by Hidgens are his speech patterns/mannerisms and his passion for musical theatre. This gothy bat girl speaks almost identically to Hidgens sometimes, namely when she's excited or impassioned over something. Very dramatic, very bombastic. And while her taste in musicals is definitely more diverse than Hidgens' (for one thing, she's actually willing to check out shows written after 1993), she definitely shares a lot of her favorites with him. Though her all-time fave is 42nd Street.

It's this appreciation for theatre that drives Neffie to try and audition for the Spring musical after being enrolled in Hatchetfield High (a decision wholeheartedly supported by Hidgens), and although she isn't cast, she is placed in charge of the soundboard. Which in turn, places her in the booth, in the company of one Ruth Flemming. They're awkward around each other at first, but once Neffie genuinely compliments Ruth's knowledge of the light stuff and calls her headgear cool (it's a big metal thing that fixes your teeth!!!), they become fast friends. Neffie is also pals with Richie and Pete through Ruth, but she still considers Ruth her number one best friend. They have sleepovers and listen to cast albums together :)

On the subject of high school, Neffie being enrolled in HF High ended up garnering a lot of attention. There had already been theories floating around about the Witchwood Bat-Child being in human custody, but her being enrolled into school fully confirmed them all and folks were divided. Some were scared, some were fascinated. The HFPD was pissed that Hidgens didn't just put her down, but they were also the ones who let Hidge keep her in the first place, so they have no one but themselves to blame for that one. Generally, Neffie is regarded with cautious optimism by most folks. She's not a town menace anymore and she's genuinely a pretty sweet kid, if a bit quirky. But like, she's still kinda scary-looking, and no one's quite sure if she still drinks blood.

The answer to that is yes, by the way, she absolutely still does have to consume blood to survive. She can generally get by fine for a time by eating red meat, but Hidgens still has to prick his fingers a lot to keep her nourished. It's not particularly efficient, but it's enough.

At least, it's enough for Neffie. Not so much for Nibblenephim, whom Neffie's deceased birth parents sold their souls to to become vampires. During her feral days living in the Witchwood, Neffie was a very passive servant of Nibbly's, her natural drive to drink blood being enough to keep him satisfied. But now that Neffie's going out of her way to drink blood as infrequently as possible, Nibbly is not happy with her. And well, Neffie belongs to him. Her soul has been in his possession from the second she was born. So if he wants to ramp up her blood cravings, compel her to attack people and drink their blood like in the old days, try and intimidate her via nightmares and visions, he can very well do that.

[knitbelove-draws]

Hidge week 2019! Day 1: future

A doodle of Pidge and Hunk with their kids from way in the future of my "Lend Me Your Heart" Fic verse.

@hidge-week

[strugglingtoast]

Desert Rose

Hidge AU("short"story)

I have finally got around to this! @hidge-resource I hope you enjoy! I never follow canon rules and my names are ridiculously lame...

*it does contain plotholes

Pidge is an archeologist hired to aid a team of undercover tomb raiders. Pidge had been working in unraveling the mysterious engravings of the so called god of the Sun and Desert. By figuring out the complex challenges and riddles of the engraved walls and scrolls, it was only a matter of time before the greatest riches were found.

Examining it further under the small lantern, Katie pulled up the scroll that was gently tucked away. Pidge had begun reading the text once more.

The god Hunktakeh, who came to be known as Hunk, was the direct descendant of the Sun himself. The Sun made his son a god of the desert in the afterlife. When a curse was spoken onto the Sun, a blackness took hold, and the earth was shrouded in darkness for three days. It was almost result in the sun almost fading away completely. If it had not been for his son, future generations would not have existed. Broken over the loss of his father, Hunk assumed the responsibility of both the Sun and desert.

His anguish made the desert an unsustainable life form, burning everything in the Sun's wake. Consumed with grief of his mistake, he searched for lands that hopefully had life. To his relief, he found scared lives who revered him and prayed for his fury to subdue.

He asked for forgiveness and was overwhelmed at the fact that his people made the action to forgive. They were about to bow but he prohibited them from doing so. Instead, he gave them a hug, a taste of the sun. And they were blessed for many generations.

With the moon up high and the lantern burning low, Pidge decided to call it quits for the night. Once morning came, Pidge found herself covered in some sand. And disgruntled, she got up and shook all the sand that she could shake off. If she hadn't known any better, the sand seemed to linger a bit.

Grudgingly, Pidge made her way to the desk where the scroll was kept. She had to push through. She was almost there in recovering the last piece. Her other companions are apparently on a tight schedule as they keep hounding her to hurry up the process. Something about strange happenings occuring to the team. She continued her reading to appease her thirst for more of this story...

Walking in the midst of the ever-changing dunes, the wind carried over a sweet sacred whisper of a prayer and praise. The melody of a song bird that had almost vanished in the anguished sun. Searching, he saw a wonderful Oasis. And amongst the greenery, a desert rose performing a praising act.

Instantly, the god was smitten by the beauty of the young woman, a goddess herself. Everything around her was so green. So beautiful. Her pale skin untouched by the sun himself. Turning slowly with a twinkle in her amber colored eyes, she gave a lovely smile.

"My, it is an honor to receive a visit from the one who helps me give life," she said sweetly.

And for the first time he was tongue tied. Just everything about her made him swoon. Such a lovely creature in the midst of his lands, saying she was honored for his visit.

"No, it should be me who is honored for having someone wonderful take care of my lands, uh...", he said.

"Kati, my lord. I did my best in helping restore some life." She humbly spoke.

He was so busy doing his duties as the sun, that he neglected his duties as the god of the desert. She was helping him in restoring life back on this harsh climate. And with that, he shyly put out his hand as she gingerly took it.

"Please, no formalities. Hunk is alright with me," he smiled, the sunshine becoming a bit more warm.

Over the next millennia, his love for her grew and a relationship blossomed. With the powers bestowed upon him, and with her permission, he shared the responsibility of the desert with her.

As humanity began to take power, Hunk began to notice something off with his love. With time, Kati's skin lost its paleness and became sun-kissed. Every little freckle the god put on her skin just made him love her even more. But now, the goddess' skin had taken an unhealthy tone. The god recognized this. Death was near. He saw the same thing happen to his father.

He wanted anger to consume the ones responsible for causing such distress on his love. He saw humanity as the responsible party. He saw the way they abused the Oasis. How hungrily they consumed the waters and destroyed the plant life. Then get angry at the sun for not hurrying up the process on growing things quickly. Had he not blessed them enough? They plundered the Oasis and anything else in the deserts.

Each plunder made Kati fall even more ill to the point of having death on the doorstep. Hunk was not ready to let go. He tried in vain to help his love get better. He wanted to give her his position in the desert. Every sacrifice that was to be made in his name, he made sure to have it done for Kati instead. But it was in vain. The Oases became extinct one by one.

Kati made sure to give the majority of power back to her love. She knew he had an important role. She felt selfish in keeping some of that power to aid her from being lost to total extinction, but she felt it necessary as her life force weakened. She didn't want to leave him. But what else could she do?

Yes, Hunk could burn off the offenders, but that would be at the cost of more innocent deaths. He regretted doing that once, why put him through that again? He vowed to provide warmth to his people and not scorch humanity when angered.

Kati knew her time was up. Cradled in the arms of her love, she gazed tenderly at him, and smiled an ever loving smile. "I will return once again my love. Just you wait."

Holding her, Hunk chocked out, "My love, to the ends of the earth will my love for you be. Near or far, return to me, my desert rose."

And just like that, Kati breathed her last, body turning to sand as it slipped between his fingers, leaving behind a tiny desert rose.

Gently clutching it, he cried. A wail of sorrow that produced one of history's worst sandstorms. But the god was relentless in searching for his love. For the desert rose to be returned to him once more.

Looking up from the scroll, Pidge felt tears prick her eyes; but they were quickly wiped as she had a moment. Running out of her tent, Pidge ran inside the temple, flashlight in hand, Pidge scrambled to find a piece she saw gazing by the inscriptions. What seemes like forever, finally wore off as Pidge reached the end of the chamber. By a strategically place sun hole, it shined on a small object. Said object was a tiny desert rose.

Remebering back to the last challenge, Pidge got the tiny rose and implanted it in a small indentation on the wall. The desert rose was found! But, nothing happened. This was it no? Silently waiting, nothing. As she waited, sand seemed to gently caress her legs. Pidge assumed it was the wind blowing it in, as the wind was slowly picking up outside.

Exasperated and feeling a bit defeated, Pidge went back to report her findings to the main man. But stepping outside, there was barren land, except for her tent. The sand hiding any traces of tracks. Those people had left her for dead.

And Pidge cried. She felt like a played fool. She knew there were signs that something wasn't right, but she ignored them. Dumbfounded and numb, Pidge tried to ground herself, unaware of the impending sandstorm coming up. Pidge may have a sense of direction, but with the ever changing sands, she was no good.

Finally feeling grounded, Pidge thought it was best to go head in the temple and hopefully find something useful or have a peaceful death, which ever came first. One step towards the temple and Pidge was knocked over by strong gusts of winds. Picking herself up, she realized too late that a wicked sandstorm slammed on down. Shielding herself as best as she could, she tried to brace for the suffocating sands to make due with her. The small stings of the sand whipping around her calves were painful enough to make her want to stop walking and bury herself. But she had to get to the temple, even she even was going the right way. She was tossed steps away from her original trail. Death was on Pidge's mind, she would definitely suffocate and be found dead, that's if she was ever found.

But the stinging sensations disappeared. Confused, Pidge looked around her and saw the sand parting around her. In the midst of the sandstorm, a silhouette of some kind appeared, beckoning Pidge to follow. Time seemed to go slow, the deafening wind becoming nothing than faint whispers, the very whispers she had heard many nights ago. Whispers of familiarity. And just like that, Pidge felt something snap within her mindset and she soon saw black.

Coming to, Pidge realized that she was not outside in the desert storm. No, no. She was in an Oasis. The Oasis, her home. Embracing the familiarity, Pidge smiled tenderly at the man holding her. Sun kissed skin and eyes that hold warm, his hot breath as it ghosted close on her cheek, kiss gingerly placed, as if the sunshine hit her for the first time. Embracing the man once more, she lovingly said, "You found me."

Hugging her even more close, he responded, "I did, my desert rose."

[hidge-resource]

and the walls came tumbling down on the city that we loved

[sadlancetrash]

Now this is on my mind so pjo au for Voltron cause why not.

Lance is a child of Dionysis. He’s a total doofus and a master manipulator. He would be a prank master if could get his way. He would also be a well respected planner when it comes to not only his pranks but also during cabin games like capture the flag. His planning abilities are almost Athena like so a lot of people thought he was misclaimed but with the gods it’s hard to do that. His pranks are pretty harmless unless he flat out doesn’t like you which is really hard. Unless your name is Keith.

Speaking of, Keith is totally a child of Ares. Hot headed and ready to fight, but totally loyal to his cause. He’s always in the planning meetings mostly because the actual detail planners completely forget about the obvious things when planning. He’s also pretty good at picking their plans apart and showing them their flaws. It seems like he’s ruthless in his critiques but he’s just blunt. This is mostly why Lance doesn’t like Keith. On multiple occasions he has completely broken Lance’s plans because of a flaw that Lance hadn’t seen and couldn’t offer a better idea. But Keith isn’t there to help plan, only to find flaws in them, so Keith thinks Lance is an immature brat who can’t handle being told he’s wrong.

Hunk and Pidge are both children of Hephaestus. Pidge is a brilliant inventor but her inventions aren’t always perfect, and usually she’ll ask Hunk to help her find the problem. Most of the time its some crossed wires or something not completely screwed down all the way. Hunk, while not as much of an inventor as Pidge, can fix just about anything you bring to him. These two are the best two to go to when you need a new type of something for whatever.

I see Shiro is a child of Demeter. He’s cultivating in nature and really wants everyone to be the best they can be. This is completely ignoring S4 Shiro who is totally a clone. In canon he was definitely a parent-like-kinda-raised-keith-a-bit vibe going on with the whole “Patience yields focus” so he definitely sees potential, probably in everyone. Especially when you take into account the whole Katie/Shiro interactions in S1. He’s essentially the one that deescalates Lance and Keith when they get in a fight, and tells Allura to go to sleep when she’s up too late in the planning room.

Allura is a child of Athena. She can think through just about any plan and see if it has a chance of working or if its completely useless. She knows who can be sent on what missions and who needs to be completely separated from other people. Her and Lance get along during planning sessions when He’s focused, but past that she doesn’t like him as anything more than an acquaintance to smile politely at from far away.

Coran is child of Apollo. He knows enough about enough things to kinda be considered a Jack of All Trades. He has a decent knowledge about medicine, literature, and archery to help others but in practice he cant do much. He’s more of an adviser to everyone but has a pretty decent singing voice when no ones paying attention.

Lance likes to hang around Hunk and Pidge the most but most of his time is spent floating from one group to the next. He has a few siblings he likes to hang out with during cabin specific events but he’ll flat out choose Hunk and Pidge when they’re not busy. He also bounces ideas for inventions off of pidge and vice versa. If Pidge gets inspired by something from these conversations she’ll name it with a nod to Lance. If Hunk helps during the process She’ll do the same for him. Pidge is a bit touchy about her inventions until she feels they’re ready to be seen by everyone so when Lance and Hunk go nosing around her workspace she tends to yell. She apologizes later though. Hunk and Lance are actually really great friends even though they don’t exactly spend a lot of time with each other. The time they do spend together are all just flat out bonding. Keith is a loner who’s constantly training and when his anger management issue occurs outside the arena Shiro is usually the only one who can calm him down.

[clickabletale]

Currently thinking on some changes to my Voltron Next Gen Kids-

[preathfics]

Fwb fics?

I did start a FWB tag a little bit ago But I didn't back tag. Also here's a list:

Craving You by 5oclocksomewhere

entwined by superdupergust

Fire and Ice by Hidge

We Found Love in a Hopeless Place by BoundaryConditions

You’re Gonna Go Far Kid by dumbsbian

it was good until it wasn’t by hiddeninplainsight

There For You by sar7891

Baby, you can have whatever you like by Heath17_KO5

ily geek by writeitright

OD if you get too much of me by i_love_tofu_so_much

at every table, I'll save you a seat by cbfj1s

Ruin The Friendship by marinanation

overdrive by blake0tyler

[andie-cake]

You might have talked about this before, but what is Neffie's relationships with the church of the starry children?

honestly? not sure yet. i feel like i should know considering this kid's entire existence belongs to nibbly, but i just. don't. i feel like if i ever do a fic that fleshes out the rehabilitated neffie plot, that's definitely gonna be something i have to figure out. especially with her living with hidgens, who i am constantly going back and forth on with "yes, hidge is definitely involved with the church of the starry children" and "no, hidge is not involved with the starry children, he's just very very Sillay" in terms of my theories.

[knitbelove-draws]

I heard you like hidge kids??? From way in the future of the “lend me your heart” ‘verse.

L-R: Pidge (50), Hunk (52), Grace (18), Hope (20), Faith (also 20 but two hours older than her sister), and Isaac (13)

[queerdraws]

Cleaning Out the Rooms - a Harry Du Bois playlist Alcoholism, getting better?, memory loss, being a superstar, The Final Dream, forming political opinions, bad breakups, past transgressions, being a strange and inconsistent being, and persisting despite it all 26 songs (r-slur warning for Turnin’ on the Screw - QotSA)

including: David Bazan, They Might be Giants, The Mountain Goats, British Sea Power (of course), Queens of the Stone Age, and more.  Full track listing and lyric excerpts under the cut

---- Turnin' on the Screw - Queens of the Stone Age (This is the opening track on Era Vulgaris, seemed like an appropriate opening song / introduction to Harry's general essence) ----

... They say those who can't just instruct others And act like victims or jilted lovers You can't lose it if you never had it Disappear, man, do some magic

Want a reason? How's about because You ain't a has been if you never was

I sound like this

Scared to say what is your passion So slag it all, bitter's in fashion Fear of failure's all you've started The jury is in, verdict: r******d

I'm so tired, and I'm wired too I'm a mess; I guess I'm turning on the screw

---- Bless this Mess - David Bazan (Harry being a drunk and a general mess, things going in cycles) ----

God bless the man who stumbles God bless the man who falls God bless the man who yields to temptation God bless the woman who suffers God bless the woman who weeps God bless the children trying her patience Trouble getting over it Is what you're in for So pour yourself another 'Cause it'll take a steady pair of hands Holy or unholy ghost Well now I can't tell, but either way you cut it You should get some distance if you plan to take a stand God bless the house divided God bless the weeds in the wheat God bless the lamp hid under a bushel I discovered hell to be the poison in the well So I tried to warn the others of the curse But then my body turned on me I dreamt that for eternity My family would burn Then I awoke with a wicked thirst

---- Don’t Sit Down Cause I’ve Moved Your Chair - Arctic Monkeys (general Harry vibe.  off-kilter) ----

Break a mirror, roll the dice

...

Find a well-known hard man and start a fight Wear your shell suit on bonfire night Fill in a circular hole with a peg that's square

But just don't sit down 'cause I've moved your chair

...

Bite the lightning and tell me how it tastes Kung fu fighting on your roller skates Do the Macarena in the devil's lair

But just don't sit down 'cause I've moved your chair

---- I've Been Seeing Things - They Might be Giants (feels very Harry's detecting style, surreal happenstance) ----

I've been seeing things I've been seeing things Don't have answers but I've got lots of questions

Carpool's up, someone gets out Hand someone else a violin case I'm trying not to let them see me looking at them But I'm pretty sure there was a dollar sign

Keep your eyes peeled and you'll see stuff Which at first seems like unimportant irrelevant things

Can't just ask some perfect stranger "What are you hiding in your violin case?" Shadow them at a distance instead Try to get inside their head

Where'd they go now (Where'd they go now) I got distracted (I got distracted) Begging me to stay (Begging me to stay) Wearing a disguise (Wearing a disguise) That lady (That lady) Must have ditched the kid (Must have ditched the kid) Hidge the down (Hidge the down) [???] What's she up to now? (What's she up to now?) Trembling cold by the airport road Watching them stack containers in rows Seagulls, helicopter, windblown trash Something doesn't add up

I've been seeing things I've been seeing things No one asks but I'm packing all kinds of attention

Later I'm watching a news report Camera pans across a crime scene Unremarked upon detail Empty violin case Okay maybe not the same case Different material, different color Still you have to wonder Am I the only one who knows

I've been seeing things

---- Music is the Victim - Scissor Sisters (breakup Harry.  drug-addled disco Harry) ----

I left my heart in San Fransisco It's at some motherfucking disco The people there where dancin' on it And that's including Ms. Matronic

Hell if music is the victim then so am I Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry If music is the victim then so am I

Of your bad fun Money's all gone but you need some Lover's on the phone but they got none Daddy ain't home from the dog run And you're riding through the city with a shotgun

I left my bag in Pasadena Where all them girls was doin' Tina Them bitches sure were crunked up on it I said I'd rather smoke some chronic

Hell if music is the victim then so am I Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry If music is the victim then so am I

---- Down to Your Soul - Right Away, Great Captain! (about the Final Dream and pre-game Harry) ----

And I see things I actually don't see. I knew it wasn't actually you a few feet from my reach. I looked into your eyes and I began to lose my teeth, And I felt you were dreaming the same thing.

And I know you don't know what I'm capable of But if you give me just one more minute I'm sure That you would be shaking right down to your soul And I'd hope that the fear of the lord brings me home. I'm a man in a body of water so tall Could swallow you whole and forget where he's going But I carved a map in the back of my arm Don't worry I'm coming home I said don't worry cause I'm coming home

---- No Surprises - Radiohead (suicidal harry, pre-game.  Maybe immediately before the game.  A little Big Communism Builder) ----

A heart that's full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won't heal You look so tired, unhappy Bring down the government They don't, they don't speak for us I'll take a quiet life A handshake of carbon monoxide

And no alarms and no surprises

…

This is my final fit My final bellyache

…

No alarms and no surprises, please (get me out of here)

---- Cleaning Out the Rooms - British Sea Power (The instrumental part seems to have been used / referenced for a background music track.  And also the name of that one thought project. as expected, it fits beautifully.  Wake up in a new life, down by the seaside.  Cleaning out the rooms.  She’ll be coming soon.) ----

Where life is good in a way Swept away upon our hearts, in cold coal ceremonial On a rainy day, hang it up Get the vacuum and suck it in Cleaning out the rooms, I'll clean it up Dark cloud, drifting out of view I'll never know, she'll be coming soon, that is all I'll wake up in a new life, ship shape and shoe shine Cleaning out the rooms, I'll clean it up She'll be coming soon Drifting into view, way in the west, white cloud If everybody knew, I never knew, she'll be coming soon I'll wake up in a new life, down by the seaside In a new life, down by the seaside Cleaning out the room, I'll clean it up Dark clouds, she'll be coming soon Down the chimney, out the window, that is all

---- In the Morning of the Magicians - The Flaming Lips (waking up with no memory, but bad vibes) ----

In the morning I awake

And I couldn't remember What is love and what is hate

The calculations error

Oh, what is love and what is hate? And why does it matter? Is to love just a waste? And how can it matter?

Oh...

As the dawn began to break I had to surrender The universe will have its way Too powerful to master

---- Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads (Huh??  What's happening??  same as it ever was, same as it ever was) ----

And you may ask yourself, "How do I work this?" And you may ask yourself, "Where is that large automobile?" And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful house" And you may tell yourself, "This is not my beautiful wife"

...

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was Same as it ever was, same as it ever was

...

And you may ask yourself, "What is that beautiful house?" And you may ask yourself, "Where does that highway go to?" And you may ask yourself, "Am I right? Am I wrong?" And you may say to yourself, "My God! What have I done?"

---- Don't Change - David Bazan (alcoholism, cycles of wanting to get better, depression, slipping in to old coping mechanisms, plus a little bit in here about dreams.  This is a song for if Harry continues partying after the memory wipe, I suppose) ----

He seems nice You met him once or twice But you wonder what he's like When he's sober

Then again You hear he has no friends Just people that he spins To do him favors

When he wakes up in the morning he tells himself Today I'll make a change But falling into his bed at night he thinks Man it was a beautiful day to stay the same

I'm so deep That only in my sleep Do the secrets that I keep Float to the surface

So I hold them down Till they don't make a sound Like they accidentally drowned Except on purpose

And when I wake up in the morning I tell myself Today I'll make a change But falling into my bed at night I think Man it was a beautiful day to stay the same

---- Airbag - Radiohead (born again, back to save the universe) ----

In the next world war In a jackknifed juggernaut I am born again In the neon sign scrolling up and down I am born again

In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe

In a deep, deep sleep of the innocent I am born again In a fast German car I'm amazed that I survived An airbag saved my life

In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe

---- A Comet Appears - The Shins (puppeting a man-body around pretending to be a living thing. drinking, depression) ----

One hand on this wily comet Take a drink just to give me some weight Some uber-man I'd make I'm barely a vapor

They shone a chlorine light on A host of individual sins Let's carve my aging face off Fetch us a knife Start with my eyes Down so the lines Form a grimacing smile

Close your eyes to corral a virtue Is this fooling anyone else? Never worked so long and hard To cement a failure

---- The Communists Have the Music - They Might be Giants (Big Communism Builder, but especially Harry's shallow understanding of Communism.  Party-boy communist) ----

I got handed an Ayn Rand sandwich Straight from the can, it tasted so bland I asked a lass to pass me a glass Of Engels' Conditions of the Working Class

Right away they dragged me to the committee To explain my un-American activity They're gonna see they made a mistake If they'd only let me play my mixtape

I'm not partial to the martial Or the plutocrats, in their beaver hats And the fascists have the outfits But I don't care for the outfits What I care about is music And the communists have the music

---- Harlem Roulette - The Mountain Goats (Harry thinking about Guillame le Million?  Generally: that vibe of secret, maybe supranatural machinations happening just outside your field of view.  A kinda lonely, pensive vibe, sprinkled with past drug use, driving...memory) ----

Unknown engines underneath the city Steam pushing up in billows through the grates Frankie Lymon's tracking "Seabreeze" in a studio in Harlem Its 1968. Just a pair of tunes to hammer out. Everybody's off the clock by 10:00. The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again. Feels so free when I hit the avenue. Nothing like a New York summer night. Every dream's a good dream, Even awful dreams are good dreams, If you're doing it right. Remember soaring higher than a cloud. Get pretty sentimental now and then. The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again. And four hours north of Portland, a radio flips on. And some no one from the future remembers that you're gone. Armies massing in the dusky distance. Ghosted in the ribbon microphone. Leave a little mark on something, maybe, Take the secret circuit home. Nothing in the shadows but the shadow hands. Reaching out to sad, young, frightened men. The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you're never going to see again.

---- Suture up Your Future - Queens of the Stone Age (Harry's gonna fix his mess) ----

I'm gon' suture up my future I ain't jaded, I just hate it See, I been down too long It's kinda hard to explain Burned and buried, all I carried

...

Tried explaining unexplained Got caught in the plan All this talking at once I've been giving my love away To the things that tear it apart I'm gonna suture up my future

---- Lampshades on Fire - Modest Mouse (Harry trashing his body / having already trashed his body, just kinda a Harry-vibe song) ----

...

Well, the lampshade's on fire when the lights go out This is what I really call a party now Well, fear makes us really, really run around A-this one's done so where to now? Our eyes light up, we have no shame at all Well, you all know what I'm talking about The room lights up, but we're still dancing around We're having fun, having some fun now

Pack up again, head to the next place Where we'll make the same mistakes Open one up and let it fall to the ground Pile out the door when it all runs out

...

As our feelings are getting hurt Oh, we want you to do the work Our ass looks great inside these jeans Well, we want just our water clean

Well, this is how it's always been And this is how it's going to be So you just move on

---- Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes (Harry "can-opener" du Bois.  Talking to the skills, solving things, detecting, generally being a terrifying force of nature / the pale) ----

I'm gonna fight 'em all A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back

And I'm talking to myself at night Because I can't forget Back and forth through my mind Behind a cigarette

And the message coming from my eyes Says, "Leave it alone"

Don't wanna hear about it Every single one's got a story to tell Everyone knows about it From the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell

And if I catch it coming back my way I'm gonna serve it to you And that ain't what you want to hear But that's what I'll do

And the feeling coming from my bones Says, "Find a home"

---- Body of Years - Mother Mother (Harry's past that follows him, Harry's half-decomposed body that marks the years of abuse it's been through) ----

All the remains of a cadaver of days I keep hidden away, keep them there just in case I wanna visit that place Blow the dust from the bones Off a body of years that I leave all alone Just a body of years

See the skin disappears And the blood turns to stone In a body of years now a pile of bones Like a sheet of veneer Each a piece of my soul It's a body of years that I leave all alone

It's Just a body of years, now a pile of bones You know Old soul who falls down Can't stop trippin' on these Old roads I go down Get back up and get my foot in the door And my face on the page Make my mark in the world With a bat and a blade It's a body of work that you can't ever change Like a body of years that you take to your grave It's just a body of years that I leave all alone It's just a body of years, now a pile of bones Like a sheet of veneer Each a piece of my soul

---- The Cap-m - They Might be Giants (just a Harry vibe song) ----

When I talk you keep looking away from me 'Cause you probably think that I'm high on pot But I'm not, I'm not

Look me over, I'm the Cap'm You say it's such a joke But I don't see you laughing

People seem to think you can't be called the Cap'm Unless you drive a boat Well, I don't I don't

Look me over, I'm the Cap'm Go ahead and mess with me You'll find out what will happ'm

...

Did you say what I think you just said My hat looks good on me? I agree, I agree

Look me over, I'm the Cap'm You act like it's a joke But I don't see you laughing

---- Broke - Modest Mouse (oops!  all mistakes.  Broke it all.  Want to forget it but can't) ----

Broke account, so I broke a sweat I've bought some things that I sort of regret about now Broke my pace and ran out of time Sometimes I'm so full of shit that it should be a crime

Broke a promise 'cause my car broke down Such a classic excuse it should be bronze by now Broke your glasses, but it broke the ice You said that I was an asshole and I paid the price

Broken hearts want broken necks I've done some things that I'd love to forget, but I can't

Broke up, and I'm relieved somehow It's the end of the discussions that just go 'round and 'round And 'round, and 'round, and 'round ... It was like everything was evidence of broken time

You're living on fancy wine You'll drink that turpentine You're starting conversations You don't even know the topic

---- Spent Gladiator 2 - The Mountain Goats (Defiantly alive) ----

Like a spent gladiator, Crawling in the coliseum dust. Who can count on his remaining limbs, All the people he can trust. Like the one who stands behind him, Cheering him on. Ecstatic when he stands defiant, Wild with abandon when he's gone. Just stay alive. Keep your eyes on the pay line. Like a village on the step, About to get collectivized. When the men emerge with rifles from the haystack, Everybody looks surprised. Like the mice in the forgotten grain, Way up on the top shelf. Like someone who's found a small town to escape to, Keeps one eye on his abandoned, former self. Stay in the game. Just try to play through the pain. Like a fighter who's been told its finally time for him to quit. Show up in shining colors, And then stand there and get hit. Like the clock that ticks in Dresden, When the whole town's been destroyed. Like the nagging flash of insight, You're always desperate to avoid. Like the bloody-knuckled gunman, Still stationed at the breach. Like that board game with the sliders, And the children on the beach. Stay alive. Maybe spit some blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.

---- You Only Live Once - The Strokes (just general Harry, talking about the skills, choices you can make, what kind of cop you can be) ----

Twenty-nine different attributes Only seven that you like, oh-oh Twenty ways to see the world, oh And twenty ways to start a fight, oh

...

And countless odd religions too It doesn't matter which you choose, oh, no One stubborn way to turn your back, oh This I've tried and now refuse, oh

Oh don't, don't, don't get up I can't see the sunshine Oh, I'll be waiting for you, baby 'Cause I'm through Sit me down Shut me up I'll calm down And I'll get along with you

---- Pork and Beans - Weezer (Superstar Cop) ----

They say I need some rogaine to put in my hair Work it out at the gym to fit my underwear Oakley makes the shades to transform a tool You'd hate for the kids to think that you've lost your cool

I'ma do the things that I wanna do I ain't got a thing to prove to you I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans Excuse my manners if I make a scene I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like I'm fine and dandy with the me inside One look in the mirror and I'm tickled pink I don't give a hoot about what you think

Everyone likes to dance to a happy song With a catchy chorus and beat so they can sing along Timbaland knows the way to reach the top of the charts Maybe if I work with him I can perfect the art

I'ma do the things that I wanna do I ain't got a thing to prove to you I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans Excuse my manners if I make a scene I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like I'm fine and dandy with the me inside One look in the mirror and I'm tickled pink I don't give a hoot about what you think

No, I don't care I don't care

---- Freaks - Surf Curse (head filled with skills, The Final Dream) ----

Don't kill me just help me run away From everyone I need a place to stay Where I can cover up my face Don't cry, I am just a freak

I am just a freak(x3)

My head is filled with parasites Black holes cover up my eyes I dream of you almost every night Hopefully I won't wake up this time

I won't wake up this time(x3)

---- The Smallest Church in Sussex - British Sea Power (oh yeah this is mandatory) ----

[jayphrax-art]

hi hello, these two made my heart melt and im living for it.

In other news, I’m very sick rn and i swear these two make me feel better...

[kevin--of-desert-bluffs]

WTNV Quick Rundown - 24 - The Mayor

Heyooooo and welcome back to my drop of the lore, facts and quick bits of interest from WTNV!

The sun has risen. You are awake. This symmetry is not without meaning. Welcome to Night Vale.

The episode revolves around Pamela Winchell, who is missing at the start of the episode. She was spotted by one of the Erika's (the angels, you will recall, are all named Erika) talking to the Apache Tracker (whom Cecil still hates) in the Moon-lite All-Nite Diner, their discussion was heated and seemed to have something to do with The Man In The Tan Jacket whom the Apache Tracker left with. They are later seen conversing but without the mayor and Cecil remarks that anyone hanging out with such a racist must not be a good person either.

She is 'found' holding a press conference by the dog park. She is apparently planning to step down by the end of the year (a fact Cecil only knows because Intern Dana is still alive in the dog park and texted him that she heard it). Cecil, who spoke highly of Pamela, is rather saddened by the news but glad that Dana is alive. He theorises why she might want to step down but doesn't know for sure.

Former Mayor Tom Garmin was publicly executed and his skeleton is used to teach elementary school kids.

Trish Hidge, one of Pamela's staffers, handled concerns and reveals that mayors and therefore their staffers have the power to disappear at will, which she then demonstrates.

The Night Vale Community Theatre announces they'll be putting on 'Once On This Island.' The location and cast are a secret. Curtain is promptly at 8 o’clock, 'and those seeking autographs of cast members after the show should ask themselves why signatures are valuable and what that particular kind of transaction even means.' The Night Vale Daily Journal is interrogating anyone who might know where this is going on so they can get interviews. Students and seniors get a 10% discount. Cecil reveals that he was once in a play when he was in school and rather likes the theatre.

We are introduced to THE BROWN STONE SPIRE. Once more an entity demanding everything from you. 'THE BROWN STONE SPIRE has a slogan. It cannot be pronounced.' (it is apparently associated with Wendy's)

Weather: "Biblical Violence" by Hella. hella.bandcamp.com

After Cecil's show is the popular NV radio game show: Wait Wait Don't. No Don't. Please Don't. He then signs off as usual.

Proverb: The most dangerous game is Man. The most entertaining game is Broadway Puppy Ball. The most weird game is Esoteric Bear.

[hidge-resource]

- "Further down, further down. Widowed general Colleen Holt in danger of losing Garrison head position to upstart alumnus Lance McClain!"

- “I’ve gotta stop a homicide!”

[wtnvcrossword]

WTNV - Ep 179 - First Snow

Across

2. Mr. Lennox taught which grade?

4. The new Night Vale tourism board ad campaign slogan was “Night Vale: It Snows Here Now I ___.”

11. What brand of indelible marker pens sponsored Cecil’s show?

13. Martin McCaffry only knew how to draw a caricature of which former US President as a peanut farmer?

15. The Sheriff’s Secret Police successfully suppressed what craft uprising?

16. Trish Hidge taught what kind of lessons at the Winter Festival? (Three words)

18. Who discovered the source of the snow?

19. At the Winter Festival, Josh Crayton took the shape of a what kind of team so he could pull some of the kids around? (Two words)

20. Which body part did Mr. Lennox wag as he went into the snow?

Down

1. What objects did the writer of the first letter in the “Hey There, Cecil” segment have too many of?

3. What event in Mission Grove Park got out of hand? (Three words)

5. The new Night Vale tourism board ad campaign featured what anthropomorphic icy sculpture melting in the intense desert heat?

6. What company sponsored the Winter Festival? (Two words)

7. The writer of the second letter in the “Hey There, Cecil” segment signed their letter with what moniker from Old Town? (Two words)

8. The snow was actually what?

9. The writer of the third letter in the “Hey There, Cecil” segment was trying to re-establish what kind of business?

10. Cecil claimed his body is 90% ___, 5% water, and 5% “assorted”.

12. Where did Trish Hidge once take a trip? (Two words)

14. The source of the “snow” was a gigantic bonfire of what started by Leann Hart?

17. How did the snow taste?

[dramioneasks]

There was this fic where in last chaper/epilogue there was a scene where hermione n draco were being cute.They were in malfoy industries in dracos office.Their son 14-15 comes to them n they all head back home (they had more kids)n i think lucius was also in the office with scorpius/caelum?? I know its vague but plz help me its been stuck in my head for months i jave reread so many fics to find this one but no luck☹

Anyone?

Edit: Thanks!!

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