#i recommend listening to her songs

[sugaroto]

So... I was listening to "Αρωματικά κεριά" by Fegaroskonh and it kinda inspired me to draw it ♡

I don't usually post art but hey😅 that's a nice song

Lyrics under the cut (with translation)

Το τέρας κάτω απ'το κρεβάτι μου έχει αλλόκοτες συνήθειες κι όλο ανάβει αρωματικά κεριά

The monster under my bed has strange habits and keeps lighting aromatic candles

ασυνήθιστη εμμονή απ' τις 3 ως το πρωί μυρωδιές από κανέλα και βροχή

Unusual obsession from 3 to the morning smells from cinnamon and rain

πεταμένα κάτω σπίρτα και να κλαίει όλη νύχτα γιατί είναι λίγο κλειστοφοβικό

Thrown down matches and it cries all night cause it's a little claustrophobic

πόσο φριχτά είναι τα άλλα τέρατα αγνοεί τι κι αν μυρίζει όλο το σπίτι λουκουμάδες μάλλον είμαι τυχερή

How horrible the others monsters are it ignores and what if the whole house smells like donuts maybe I am lucky

το τέρας κάτω απ' το κρεβάτι μου αγαπάει τα παραμύθια

The monster under my bed loves fairytales

και φοβάται λίγο τα γερμανικά

And is a little bit afraid of german

αν τη Ραπουνζέλ γνωρίσει υπαρξιακή θα πάθει κρίση

If it meets Rapunzel it will have an existential crisis

κι έτσι το βιβλίο κρατάμε μακριά

And so we keep the book away

του αρέσουνε οι κώνοι και να πίνει τσάι λεμόνι κι όλο λέει ότι το τρώει η μοναξιά

It likes cones and to drink lemon tea and it keeps saying that it's full of loneliness

τι κι αν είναι τα άλλα τέρατα φριχτά προτιμώ απ' το να ζω μέσα σε θρίλερ τα αρωματικά κεριά

And what if the other monsters are terrible I prefer rather than living in a Thriller the aromatic candles

[wren-kitchens]

i'll grow the bones myself (then i’m alone again)

1962 words

okay, even mumbo can admit that he’s milking it now, but grian said they’re allowed to kill each other in between the wild cards now, and he is not missing an opportunity like that! besides, aside from gem and joel (who he has- solidly given up on killing by now) these guys are the team with the most dark greens. also, he spent far too long digging the stupid hole in slow motion, and he is not letting it go to waste. it is pretty boring, as far as traps go. he doesn’t have a great grasp on time, especially not since it all went haywire earlier, but mumbo is fairly certain he’s been sat waiting for someone to walk above the hole for at least two hours now. at least he can listen to their conversations, which have been.. kind of interesting? it's a bit like listening to someone else watching some kind of reality tv show, but you have very little context to what's going on and also you can’t see anything. honestly, it could be worse.

a fic in mumbo's pov that's really not about mumbo at all this is a continuation of this fic! the following happens pretty much immediately afterwards

what is up with me this week i'm on a roll omg im a writing powerhouse over here

okay, even mumbo can admit that he’s milking it now, but grian said they’re allowed to kill each other in between the wild cards now, and he is not missing an opportunity like that! besides, aside from gem and joel (who he has- solidly given up on killing by now) these guys are the team with the most dark greens. also, he spent far too long digging the stupid hole in slow motion, and he is not letting it go to waste.

it is pretty boring, as far as traps go. he doesn’t have a great grasp on time, especially not since it all went haywire earlier, but mumbo is fairly certain he’s been sat waiting for someone to walk above the hole for at least two hours now. at least he can listen to their conversations, which have been.. kind of interesting? it's a bit like listening to someone else watching some kind of reality tv show, but you have very little context to what's going on and also you can’t see anything. honestly, it could be worse.

"oh, pearl!" comes scott's voice all of a sudden, and mumbo (who definitely wasn't falling asleep) has to press his hand to his mouth to stop himself from yelping in surprise. "how'd- what's wrong?"

"i’m just going to bed." pearl says, distinctly dejected- which is honestly not something mumbo has ever heard from her before. it feels weird to be overhearing. 

there's a kind of scuffling from above, as if they were- fighting? that seems wrong. but pearl says, "get off-" and maybe they are actually fighting.

"I just- what is it?" scott says again, and there's something weird about his tone that mumbo doesn’t think he has enough context to understand. he almost laughs at the idea- he needs to go back and watch the earlier seasons. 

pearl scoffs (at least, mumbo's pretty sure that's what that noise was). "it doesn't matter- let me get past."

mumbo knows there's- some kind of history between these two, so maybe that's what's going on right now. not that he knows much about it—any time he asks about it, he only gets a clipped version of 'they were soulmates' and then something about them leaving one another. honestly, it depends entirely on who you ask if you want to know who left who; no one seems to be able to agree. he's been told a couple times that scott would be biased, and he knows better than to ask pearl.

"i’m your teammate, I should know what's going on." scott says, and it doesn’t quite sound like anything he’s heard a teammate say. even the southlanders after they fell apart- there was always some kind of.. fondness. "if you made us an enemy-"

"i’ve done nothing!" pearl says, indignant. "why is that your first thought? i’ve been on a walk-"

"pearl, don’t lie to me." scott says, almost exasperated, and mumbo thinks he should press grian harder for answers about double life. "you look like a kicked puppy."

pearl makes a noise of frustration, before there's a cry of surprise from scott and a thud on the ground- directly above mumbo's hole. ironically, he finds himself hesitating; he kind of wants to hear how this plays out. "how's that for a kicked puppy?"

"what are you doing?" scott exclaims, and mumbo notes that this is the first time he’s heard scott actually sound angry, rather than suppressed annoyance. "we're meant to be a team-"

"never stopped you, did it?" pearl says, and her voice makes it sound like she's trying not to cry. it- he’s not been playing these games for as long as everyone else has, but. is it normal to miss your ex-teammates? "never stopped me, either- i'm not sure why you're surprised, scott."

"is that what this is about?" scott says, and mumbo wonders if he's still on the floor. "you’re still upset about double life? I died so you could win-"

"that's all you do, isn’t it!" pearl half yells, voice close to breaking, and the silence that follows is deafening. "you kill yourself and make people watch- or you make them do it! and you call it a noble sacrifice- maybe I didn’t want to win, scott." her breathing is heavy, and- something occurs to mumbo. "maybe I just- maybe I just wanted someone who cared about me."

mumbo moves carefully over to the edge of the pit, checking his comm to see exactly where peal and scott are positioned, shovel at the ready. maybe he can get two birds with one stone here. or shovel, he supposes.

"where the hell is this coming from?" scott demands. "what happened?"

pearl takes a shaky breath. "I found someone who cares about me. and- and I threw it away to do justwhat you did to me."

if they could just stay still for a couple seconds-

"I- pearl, i died to save you- i’d do it again." scott is saying, and he’s finally standing still enough for mumbo to start digging. 

"are you even listening?" pearl demands, taking a step towards scott. mumbo really hopes he can pull this off before one of them moves too much. 

"i’m listening-" scott says, exasperated. "I don't think you know what you’re talking about."

pearl gives a sharp, humourless laugh. "fine- you want to die for me?"

mumbo breaks through the layer of grass, watching as the dirt around it begins to crumble- and he’s just managed to miss scott. of course he has! will he ever get a trap to-

"go and die!" pearl yells, and suddenly scott lurches backwards into the hole- into the pit-

smajor1995 was doomed to fall by pearlescentmoon

there's a ringing silence, broken only by pearl's gasp as she realises what she's just done. she drops to her knees and looks into the hole- and her eyes fall onto mumbo.

"hi." mumbo says awkwardly. "um. I think that one counts as yours."

pearl just stares at him for a long moment, and he’s suddenly worried he’s misjudged the whole situation. "out- out of all the traps that could have worked." she gives a weak smile. "how long have you been.. down here?"

"oh- several hours." mumbo says. "it- I wasn't expecting- y’know."

"all that?" pearl says, with enough of an amused (if still rattled) look in her eye that mumbo feels confident enough to nod. "yeah, I- neither was I." she hesitates. "do- I don't suppose I could hang out at your base for a little while? i’m not sure.. i’d like to stay here too long."

mumbo is nodding before his mouth catches up. "no- yeah, definitely. it- mounders for life, right?"

and at that, something lights up behind pearl's eyes as she grins. "absolutely."

the walk back to the terrifyingly precarious mess of bridges is not nearly as action packed as mumbo expected it to be. apparently someone had moved or broken a bed at pearl's base, or maybe scott had just slept elsewhere, because they didn’t encounter him at all on their way—not that either of them were complaining. 

it's- it's weirdly comforting, to fall into old jokes and familiar patterns. mumbo had forgotten how much he enjoyed hanging out with pearl, and the way they both seem to have the same kind of jittery nervousness that almost cancels each other's out. pearl seems to remember a moment mumbo had hoped she'd forgotten, and spends about five minutes complimenting his pit-making technique and how incredible his timing is, and mumbo is distinctly red in the face by the end of it all—much to pearl's amusement. and strangely- he doesn't seem to care. because pearl is happy. gosh.

"so- I have to ask," mumbo says, a little tentative to disrupt the warm nostalgia that has surrounded the two of them. "what.. was it that I overheard?"

"ah." pearl's smile looks a lot sadder all of a sudden, and mumbo immediately regrets saying anything. "yeah. it wasn't.. really about scott. or- I don’t know, maybe it's all about him. everything has to be." she scoffs to herself. "chain of events kind of thing." pearl half mutters.

"you said- you said something about him dying?" mumbo asks cautiously. "and- now is.. probably the best time to mention- no one has really explained what happened in double life between you two?" something in pearl's expression shifts, and mumbo scrambles to add, "and i’m- i’m happy to stay in the dark, if you want me to!"

pearl smiles again, shaking her head a little. "I- no, it's alright, I just. everyone's still a little nervous to bring it up." she grins, glancing away. "they knew how much I was hurt by it."

as they pass through birch trees, pearl explains with more detail than mumbo thought he would ever get: how she seemed to have broken a rule she was never told was in place, the way her mind seem to shatter from that one single moment onwards, how she's not sure it's quite stuck together again. she explains tilly, and the powdered snow, and how even martyn didn't seem to like her even though they'd done the same thing, and the aching injustice everything was tainted by.

and she talks about those final moments. she talks about how she watched the person she adored and despised blow himself to bits in front of her face, how she felt the shattering of her ribs before she went along with him, how he had to have that last line- that last word, even though she won. it was still about him. and winning itself, pearl explains in a low voice, was the worst thing she'd ever had the misfortune of experiencing. mumbo offers his hand, and she takes it, and it doesn't feel so big.

"I think- I think people don’t want to upset me." pearl says, and it takes a moment for mumbo to even remember how this conversation had started. "but I also think.. they feel guilty, that they didn't do anything more."

"do you blame them?" mumbo asks, all restraint forgotten.

pearl shakes her head, smiling sadly. "I used to." she wipes her eyes. "and then I did it to someone else." pearl looks past mumbo, and he follows her gaze to see gem's barn in the distance, and he understands. "it's easy to pretend you were noble, when you’re scared."

"i’d- i’d disagree that's the same." mumbo says. "similar, but not the same."

"yeah." pearl says, still distant. "she said that too. not- not quite as gently." she grins a little. 

mumbo hesitates. "earlier.. you said something about finding someone who cares about you. do you. care about her too?"

there's a pause as pearl seems to consider- though it doesn’t seem to be the answer she's considering, but the wording. "I wasn't sure. for a while." she settles on. "and then I realised how much i’d hurt her, and then- how much I hated that. so- yeah. I care about her."

mumbo nods, understanding just a little too well. "thanks. for- for explaining, I mean. it.. seemed like it was hard."

pearl gives a scoff of a laugh, and some of the tension dissipates. "yeah, no kidding. I don't suppose you have any baggage we can talk about to lighten the mood?" she teases, and mumbo laughs.

"nothing particularly poignant." he grins. "i’m glad my trap worked. how's that for- for life altering moments?" mumbo offers, laughing at himself.

pearl is grinning along, and at least she seems happier now. "I mean, i’m pretty glad it worked too." she looks over her shoulder at the top of the base poking out of the birch leaves.

"you had fantastic timing, after all."

[zylphiacrowley]

Walk through the world with care, my love And sing the things you see Let new names take and root and thrive and grow And even as you stumble through machair sands eroding Let the fern unfurl your grieving, let the heron still your breathing Let the selkies swim you deeper Oh, my little silver seeker Even as the hour grows bleaker, be the singer and the speaker And in city and in forest, let the larks become your chorus And when every hope is gone Let the raven call you home

[geekynichelle]

Current author drama aside, to be honest, I'm giving Greek Myth retelling's a break. However, if someone wants to recommend something not written by a racist or fake feminist, and that includes any of the following, I'd be open to it:

-Good Ares and Aphrodite rep.

-Dionysus and/or Ariadne content

-Odyssey related shenanigans

[cobaltpegasi]

i’m on trial, waiting ’til the beat comes out.

edelgard & florence + the machine (which witch) graphics for @seiliecourt’s prompts

interact and credit to use! shuffle a playlist of yours and make an edit of the song that comes up

[wayvtual]

not chungha inviting stupid ass rape apologist hyuna on her radio show

[sciderman]

Sci do you listen to Chappell Roan

in all honestly i haven't listened to anything released in the last decade (sorry) but she seems nice. i like her aesthetic.

[jackalopedaily]

JACKALOPE DAILY DAY 307

[hopeinthebox]

tagged by the gorgeous and fabulous @cordiallyfuturedwight and @aprylynn for february's roundup:

tagging the usual music favs: @jiminsproof @thvinyl @jimin-gaon @visionsofgideontheninth @spicyclematis @kimchokejin @jihopesjoint @monismochi plus @kimtaegis for the amy macdonald of it all 💜 and also you, dear reader. MWAH

[acrosstobear]

there's lessons in love sometimes the heart is but a winding road so the story goes.

SOMETHING TO SOMEONE x SCHULOTT ↳ merry christmas aoife @guanyu-ilott

[chevalierlagarce]

I'm know this sound hypocritical coming from me considering most of the stuff on my blog but I'm sure that both Ethel Cain and Fiona Apple hate a good chunk (wouldn't say the majority of their fandom but a significant and very loud part) of their fandom... So many of us behave in a way that Ethel Cain and Fiona apple have criticized and I feel kinda bad for them

like I don't think that Hayden is going "I love the way my fans are talking about dating older men and romanticizing their 3ds and other mental illnesses" lol (not a problem for me because I'm aroace but I do be romanticizing going to the great dark) and I don't think Fiona Apple is a big fan of the "I'm just a girl" thing that a weird amount of her new fans have been doing (and neither am I even if I do indulge in it)

I wonder how a part of their fandom can be so different from them and the views they hold and I think that this can be traced to how that part of the fandom tend to aestheticize their music and very rarely interact with their lyrics and interviews and what not.

once again I know how hypocritical this is coming from a blog that is mostly about my disordered eating but whatever

[asurrogateblog]

do you love early era pink floyd? do you love songs over 15 minutes long with multiple movements? do you love disturbing abstract poetic lyrics? do you love organ-centric psychedelia? do you love freak outs and happenings? do you love to writhe on the floor? then I suggest to you:

[hwangism143]

nobody:

absolutely nobody:

fanfic writers: *gearing up to dissect taylor swift's album as soon as it releases and use the most gut-wrenching, heart-breaking lyrics as inspiration for werewolf smut*

[faunandfloraas]

I was tagged by @haenglixie @crmsndragonwngss @chanrizard to post the first ten songs in my On Repeat playlist / my monthly receiptify / 10 songs from my on repeat playlist shuffled - thank you for the tags my loves!

1- chemicals collide - cloud cult 2. Destiny - Seungmin 3. Ring of Fire - June Carter Cash 4. Wonderous place - Drug Store Romeos 5. FNF by skz 6. Question - the old 97s 7. Scars - skz 8. Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly Fond Of Each Other - Orville Peck and Willie Nelson 9. Run - HAN 10. Easy Living - Billie Holiday

I tag anyone who has a spotify and would like to do any of these!

[pyjamaart]

Love in the Crossfire!

[nubs-mbee]

Hoziers Psychopomp really gets me, cause it’s about a memory he had as a kid where he saw an animal get hit by a car, and a person nearby who had witnessed it ran over to comfort the animal as it passed away. Obviously there’s a lot more going on in the song beside that, but it reminds me of when I was a kid and had a very similar experience. Except there was no other person, and it was me running over to comfort the animal and giving them some of my lunch. Anyway what really gets me is how the car didn’t even slow down, just kept speeding off and out of our neighborhood. And then THAT reminds me of that childrens book where a boy writes poems about his dog? And how a car came speeding past his house and hit his dog and didn’t even slow down. Just killed his dog right in front of him. Anyway it’s crazy how someone can change your life like that without even giving it a second thought.