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The 1975 Concept Album (Detailed)

'A Sight For Sore Eyes' by The 1975

I did the 1975's job and came up with some (lots) of ideas for their sixth studio album. Coming (never) to stores December 2024!

Covers + Tracklist + Details about each song, story, genres, etc BELOW

Tracklist

The 1975

Bite The Bullet

Spilt Milk

Clíodna

Make Me Immortal

Stand Out (In A Crowd)

Please See My Lover

Crocodile Tears (Interlude)

Stop Making Sense!

FYI!

Best For Me

My Final Bow

Pistol (In My Hand)

Covers

Would be shot somewhere in London or Manchester. Think (What's The Story?) by Oasis. I sketched other versions but couldn't make it look pretty for Tumblr :(

Ideally, it would be a guy in a black coat walking through a park, this kinda shot like the image below on the left. And the back of it would have the band in a park in the middle of the night, sitting on a bench with a street lamp right next to them. Healy would be leaning against the lamp, the rest of the band would sit on the bench, with one of them lying down in their laps. They face away from the camera. The shot would like the image below on the right.

Story

This, in my deranged, delusional head, is a concept album that follows a single narrative from the perspective of a single person. 

It follows a rockstar who can't remember the day before, permanently in a state of amnesia, but felt entirely compelled to create, perform, and fall in and out of the obsession. He falls in love, obsesses over a muse, yearns to be remembered, to be immortalised. Over the course of the story, he explores his relationship to art, sex, politics, drugs, the ephemerality of life and music, and optimistic nihilism. 

The story is linear - with him finding meaning in the lack of meaning.

Track by track & inspiration

Playlist for direct reference:

Every song has specific inspirations! Most tracks have a specific inspiration from one of their (The 1975's) songs, and another one. Most are inspired by the sound not the lyrical content. Another note: Ideally, they would all transition perfectly into the next, but be able to stand well on their own as well.

The 1975

Song inspiration: The 1975 (Being Funny In A Foreign Language) by the 1975 + Thirteen by Big Star

Guitar driven, slow start. 1/2 bass/drums come in & choir. Build up, and transition perfectly into track two.

Set the scene, as usual. Re-Introduce, welcome back! We're in for a ride! Essentially a prologue.

2. Bite The Bullet (Note: This would be the single!)

Song inspiration: You First by Paramore + Sex by The 1975

Fresh, nostalgic rock sound.

Story starts...The protagonist is in a bad state. He doesn't want to perform, but thousands are waiting. He's resentful to everybody. He owes it only to himself to prove that he can do it.

NOTE: This would have a music video, in my head I picture Harris Dickinson, with like 5 minutes straight of dialogue directed by Noah Bombauch. Looks very A24. Each band member would make a cameo.

3. Spilt Milk (Yes, this is a reference to Milk)

Song inspiration: Antichrist by The 1975 + Scott Street by Phoebe Bridgers

Strings, drama, cinematic quality.

He can't remember who he is, he doesn't recognise anybody he loves. He awakens with no memory, and then meets her. He must create.

4. Clíodna (Reference to Celtic goddess of the sea, the Otherworld, passion and love, and deep beauty)

Song inspiration: Nothing Revealed / Everything Denied by The 1975 + Jackie and Wilson by Hozier

Gospel, bluesy, rock-funk, choir, piano.

He's confused by everything - except for her. He clings to her, he is desperate for a muse. Someone to idealise. He hates himself for it, his self-awareness getting the better of him, but not enough to stop himself from putting her on a pedestal.

5. Make Me Immortal (I don't know why this title, don't question it)

Song inspiration: All I Need To Hear by The 1975 + I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free by Nina Simone

Soul piano ballad, jazz, gospel, blues.

He must compose, he must write. He must be an artist. He starts expressing his deep seated need to be remembered, despite his own lack of memory. He wants to be heard in an endless crowd and be understood. He faces his mortality, his mighty imagination, and even considers religion. Things get really political and confusing.

6. Stand Out (In A Crowd) (Every song title from here on onward is totally random)

Song inspiration: Playing On My Mind by The 1975 + Virgin Veins by Coma Cinema + Landslide by Fleetwood Mac

Stripped back, calm, vulnerable, acoustic.

Away from the crowd, he returns to his muse. His muse doesn't recognise him anymore, but he hasn't changed - she has. He is stuck permanently, forgetting himself, the world, not quite growing up. Who is he without her? Who is he?

7. Please See My Lover

Song inspiration: Please Send Me Someone To Love by Fiona Apple + Buddy's Rendevouz by Father John Misty and Lana Del Rey

Jazz ballad, blues, strings.

She's gone. He turns to alcohol and dreams of memories that never happened. if he can't have her, he'll have materials, substance, and he will be remembered. Commentary on people's dependency on materials and lack of connections.

8. Crocodile Tears (Interlude)

Song inspiration: When I'm On My Own You Are On My Mind by Labi Siffre + Interlude: I'm Not Angry Anymore by Paramore + That Funny Feeling (Cover) by Phoebe Bridgers

Acoustic interlude, fast-paced guitar driven, end with quiet strings and real external audio (of family, friends, news, etc)

Observations of the world, questioning his place as an artist in the grand scheme of things. Does this even matter? He's trying to move on from her. He sees the hope in people, humanity, but where is it in him? Is art selfish? He doesn't know. He knows we don't know either.

9. Stop Making Sense! (In reference to The Talking Heads)

Song inspiration: Can't Behave by Courtney Jaye + Murder On The Dance Floor (triple j Cover) by Royel Otis + Spiderwebs by No Doubt + Fisrt Date by blink-182 + Me & You Together Song by The 1975

90s-2000s pop-rock, country inspired blues rock

Alright, so there's hope. But right now, he's pissed and wants to dance. No more muse, falling out with his family, friends and he hates every song he writes - the star has turned to further substance abuse to cope. It's cool, though. Doesn't this guitar riff sound sick?

10. FYI!

Song inspiration: Get It Right The First Time by Billy Joel + The Louvre by Lorde + UGH! by The 1975

Funk, synth-pop (hints of disco/electro), new wave (rock)

Drugs and alcohol are epic! Who cares he can't perform for a crowd (or in bed??) anymore! Bigger things to worry about. He feels insanely unloveable in a world of mass communication. Anyway, life sucks, but at least materials are cool. Capitalism doesn't suck all the time. The government has failed us and we've become desensitised, ignorant pricks. Next club?

11. Best For Me

Song inspirations: Real Love Baby by Father John Misty + Sincerity Is Scary by The 1975 + Tired of Being Alone by Al Green

R&B, neo-soul, gospel choir, jazz ballad.

He's wondering how she's doing. He can't remember how it all went down. He just remembers the feeling. He's starting to think adulthood is getting worse - drugs and aging are making it harder to make new friends. Was it always this hard making friends? He starts to reminisce of home, childhood friends. Do they remember him? Do they think of him when they see his name? Does he remember them?

12. My Final Bow (I hate this title so much)

Song inspiration: Movin' On Up by Primal Scream + About You by The 1975 + ARE WE SITLL FRIENDS? by Tyler, The Creator

Britpop, shoegaze, cinematic, pop-rock ballad.

On stage, vulnerable. This might be the only place he feels truly loved. No matter how much he forgets, he will never forget the feeling, the pure thrill, of performance. He pleads to the crowd to love him forever. Immortalise him. He reveals he has been hiding a new muse (he doesn't remember her), he won't make the same mistake (he doesn't know what it was).

13. Pistol (In My Hand) 

Song inspiration: Lostmyhead by The 1975 + I Always Wanna Die (Sometimes) by The 1975 + Babe I'm Gonna Leave You - Led Zeppelin

Britpop power ballad, cinematic, hard-rock, slow buiild.

He's back where he started - not wanting to perform. He's crashing from the intense substance abuse. He wants to remember. He can't remember how it feels to be hugged anymore. This time he doesn't bite the bullet, and doesn't go out. He wants to call his dad.

Ends on a voicemail to his dad because he isn’t remembered.

END OF ALBUM.

Anyway, this was all for funsies. I'm excited for whatever album they'll release next, I am really pulling and praying for a bluesy/rock album. Get religious and political, have some epic references to mythology even, you know? Whatever they do, whether it's another 80s synth party, or electro ambience, or heavy metal, I'm sure they'll smash it out of the park.

I have put way too much time into this so: Logging out!

[corrupte3d-mindz]

Love ur cillian fics!! Especially the singer ones!! Could you do cillian x younger singer reader inspired by Barry appearing in Sabrina’s please please music video!! Or just Barry and Sabrina in general…

Or

Cillian x younger singer reader inspired by how Taylor changes the lyric to “the guy on the chiefs…” when travis is watching

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Lights, Camera, Cillian

(41)Cillian Murphy x (25)F! Singer Reader

Summary: Cillian gets to be apart of a music video.

Wordcount: 2.7k

Warnings: you're 4'11

soft! Cillian, cocky! Cillian, lovey dovey Cillian, kissing, lap sitting, age gap by 16 years.

Inspiration: Please Please Please - Sabrina Carpenter

The set was alive with the hum of activity, a symphony of controlled chaos, a hive of activity as crew members darted about, adjusting lights and setting up equipment. A controlled chaos that always came with the territory of shooting a music video.

The lights cast a warm glow, creating an ambiance that matched the mood of the song they were filming for: 'Please Please Please.' Crew members moved with purpose, adjusting cameras, perfecting lighting, and setting up props. The director's voice cut through the noise, orchestrating the myriad tasks with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra. The air was filled with a mixture of anticipation and the faint scent of coffee, the lifeblood of early morning shoots.

She stood inside the makeup trailer next to the love of her life; Cillian sat in the makeup chair, his posture relaxed yet his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. He had always thrived in front of the camera, but this was different. A music video required a different kind of performance, one that was more abstract and emotive. The makeup artist's brush moved expertly across his skin, adding subtle touches to enhance his natural features. The bright, overhead lights cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones and the deep blue of his eyes.

He glanced her way, who was standing a few feet away, talking animatedly with one of the crew members. She was a vision of grace and beauty, her petite yet chubby frame exuding an aura of confidence and poise. Her chubby cheeks, which he found irresistibly cute, were flushed with excitement, and her eyes sparkled with creative fervor. She turned to look at him and her eyes met his, and she smiled, a gesture that always had a calming effect on him. He returned the smile, though it was tinged with a hint of nervousness.

He couldn't help but smile as he watched her, the corners of his lips twitching upward. Turning his attention back to the mirror in front of him, he quipped, "Haven't been in handcuffs in a while..." His witty remark was accompanied by a playful glint in his eye. Her response was immediate, her expression shifting to one of mock annoyance mixed with embarrassment. "Cill-...hush ..before I duck-tape your mouth shut." Cillian chuckled softly, the sound a deep, rich timbre that resonated in his chest. He met her gaze in the mirror, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Maybe...I'll hush if you give me a kiss, eh'?"

Her reaction was swift, the playful banter eliciting a smile that lit up her face. She crossed the short distance between them, her movements graceful and assured. The makeup artist, sensing the intimate moment, finished her work and discreetly moved to the other side of the room, leaving them in a bubble of privacy amidst the chaos. She reached out, her fingers gently lifting his chin, forcing him to look at her. The touch was soft, yet it held a firmness that brooked no argument. As she leaned in, her lips parting slightly, Cillian felt his heartbeat quicken, the anticipation building between them. He cupped her face with one hand, his thumb brushing over her cheek in a tender caress.

When their lips met, the world around them seemed to blur, fading into insignificance. The kiss was slow and deliberate, a melding of mouths that spoke volumes in its simplicity. Her lips were soft and warm, moving against his with a sweetness that belied the fiery passion lurking just beneath the surface. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth, seeking hers in a dance as old as time. Their tongues met, tentatively at first, then with increasing boldness. The kiss grew more intense, more fervent, as they lost themselves in the moment. Cillian's hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her close, while her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper into the embrace. The connection between them was palpable, a living, breathing thing that seemed to pulse with its own rhythm.

As they kissed, Cillian's mind wandered to the many moments they'd shared, the highs and lows of their relationship. This was just one more layer to their ever-evolving story, a testament to the love and trust that bound them together. The sound of the director's voice calling out that it's time barely registered with the both of them, their focus entirely on each other. Finally, they pulled away, breathless and flushed, their eyes locked in a shared moment of understanding. Cillian smiled, a soft, affectionate curve of his lips that spoke volumes. "That was some kiss," he murmured, his Irish lilt adding a melodic quality to his words.

She laughed, a light, musical sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Well, I had to shut you up somehow," she teased, her eyes dancing with mirth.

He grinned, his heart swelling with love for the woman before him. "I'm not complaining, love. Not one bit."

The whole crew and everyone else involved were taking a lunch break. She sat comfortably in his lap, her petite frame fitting perfectly against him, her presence a soothing balm to the frenzy of the day. Cillian's phone was resting on her lap, allowing her to read along as he typed. It was a simple gesture of inclusion, a silent communication that spoke volumes about their closeness. Its screen lighting up occasionally with messages. He was responding to texts, but his attention was divided, his focus constantly drifting back to her. Her hand moved gracefully, picking up a plump, red strawberry from a bowl that was on a table next to them and brought it to her lips. She took a delicate bite, the juice staining her lips a deep crimson. The sight was mesmerizing, a small, intimate moment that felt like it was just for them.

She shifted slightly, her gaze catching his. A playful smile curved her lips as she picked up a strawberry from the bowl beside them. "Strawberry?" she asked, her voice a soft murmur as she held the ripe fruit up, turning her head to look at him fully.

Cillian's eyes crinkled at the corners as he returned her smile, a subtle warmth in his expression. He reached up, his fingers brushing against hers as he took the strawberry. The contact was brief but intimate, a silent acknowledgment of their bond. He brought the fruit to his lips, taking a delicate bite. The sweetness exploded on his tongue, a delightful contrast to the faint tang of the earlier scene still lingering in his mind.

"Delicious," he murmured, his accent giving the word a soft, lilting quality. His fingertips lingered against her hand for a moment longer, tracing the delicate lines of her skin. There was something profoundly grounding about these small touches, a reminder of the simple pleasures that made life meaningful.

She giggled, a sound that seemed to lift the weight from his shoulders. "I'm glad you like it," she replied, her tone light and teasing. She leaned back against him, her head resting comfortably against his chest. He could feel the steady rhythm of her breathing, a soothing counterpoint to the frenetic energy around them. He continued to text, his thumb moving deftly over the screen, but his focus was divided. The warmth of her body pressed against his, the scent of her hair mingling with the strawberries, created a cocoon of intimacy that made it hard to concentrate fully. He didn't mind; these moments were precious, a respite from the relentless demands of his career.

"Who are you texting?" she asked, her curiosity evident as she glanced down at the screen.

"Just checking in with my agent," he replied, his voice a low murmur against her ear. "Making sure everything's set for next week's shoot."

She nodded, her fingers idly playing with the hem of his shirt. "You work so hard, Cill." He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "And you don't? Look at you, running this whole show," he gestured around the set with a tilt of his head, his admiration clear in his voice. She blushed, her cheeks tinged with a delicate pink. "It's different. This is just one video. You do this all the time." He turned his head slightly, his lips brushing against her temple in a tender kiss. "Doesn't make it any less impressive. I'm proud of you."

Her eyes softened, and she shifted to look at him more directly. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the background noise. There was a vulnerability in her gaze that tugged at his heartstrings, a reminder of how much she valued his support. They lapsed into a comfortable silence, the only sounds their breathing and the distant clatter of dishes as the crew finished their lunch. Cillian continued to text, his free hand resting on her thigh, the simple contact grounding him in the moment.

"_______! _______! Over here!" A voice suddenly called out, breaking their serene bubble. Both of them turned toward the source of the voice, their expressions curious. It was one of the directors of her music video, a broad grin on his face as he waved enthusiastically. He held up his phone, capturing a quick photo before turning back to his work.

She wasn't upset by the intrusion; she merely shrugged, a resigned smile on her lips. Their relationship hadn't been officially confirmed to the public yet, and moments like these, while slightly invasive, were to be expected. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and affection.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Guess our secret is gonna be out," he murmured, his Irish accent adding a musical lilt to his words.

She giggled, popping another strawberry into her mouth. "Oh well, it's not like we were hiding it very well," she replied, her voice light and teasing. "After all you are in this music video..."

Cillian sat in a cold, metal chair, his body tense with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. He was clad in dark jeans and a simple white tank top; that contrasted sharply with the white dress she wore. She lay languidly on the worn couch, the white dress clinging to her curves, the slit in the stomach teasing a glimpse of her soft skin. Her eyes, full of intent and unspoken emotions, locked onto Cillian's. He mirrored her gaze, his hands resting on his head, fingers threading through his hair. His blue eyes held a mix of intensity and seduction, and as he bit his bottom lip, he projected an air of smoldering confidence.

The director called for silence, and the set fell into a hushed anticipation. The music began to play, its melancholic melody filling the air. She started to sing, her voice a sultry, captivating whisper. "If you wanna go and be stupid," she sang, her eyes never leaving Cillian's. The words dripped with a mix of challenge and allure, drawing him in. As she stood up and began to walk toward him, her movements were deliberate, each step echoing with purpose. She held up a pair of handcuffs, the metal glinting in the light, and dangled them in front of his face as she sang, "Don't do it in front of me." There was a playful defiance in her tone, a daring edge that sent a shiver down his spine.

Cillian’s mind raced, thoughts intertwining with the rhythm of the music. He knew his role, every action and reaction meticulously rehearsed, yet the raw energy of the moment made it feel new, almost dangerous. He kept his eyes on her, his breath shallow as she moved behind him, continuing her song. "If you don't wanna cry to my music," she sang, her voice wrapping around him like a silk rope. He dropped his arms as rehearsed, feeling the cold steel of the handcuffs snap around his wrists. Her touch was both gentle and firm, and he exhaled sharply, memories of more intimate settings flashing through his mind. There was a vulnerability in his position, a surrender that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

She picked up a roll of duct tape, and began to walk back to the front of him; her eyes flicking up to meet his as she bent down to meet his eye level. The air between them was electric, charged with the tension of the scene. She tore off a piece of tape; the proximity making his heart race. The world seemed to narrow to just the two of them, the intensity of her gaze, the sound of her voice, the feel of her hands. As she placed the tape over his mouth, he could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin. She cupped his face gently, pressing a kiss to the tape, a gesture that was both tender and taunting. His eyes closed for a brief moment, savoring the sensation, the softness of her touch contrasting sharply with the roughness of the scene. She pulled away from his face leaving a big red kiss mark in the center of the tape.

She walked off camera, her figure disappearing into the shadows, leaving him alone in the frame. The director’s voice broke the silence, "...AND THAT'S A WRAP!" The declaration echoed through the garage, and the crew erupted into applause, the tension of the shoot dissolving into relief and satisfaction. Cillian remained seated, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. The handcuffs were quickly removed, and he rubbed his wrists, feeling the slight indentations left by the metal. She rushed back to him, her eyes sparkling with excitement and pride. The both of them went to hug each other. The crew bustled around, dismantling equipment and discussing the day's shoot, but for Cillian everything else seemed to blur into insignificance. All he could focus on was the woman in his arms, her petite frame fitting perfectly against him, her warmth and presence a soothing balm to his earlier nerves. He cupped her face gently, his fingers grazing the soft, delicate skin of her cheeks. His thumbs traced the gentle curve of her jaw, his touch tender and reverent. Her eyes, wide and filled with emotion, locked onto his, a mixture of relief, pride, and love shining within their depths. She was beautiful, radiating a glow that seemed to light up the entire room.

"Baby, I'm so proud of you," he murmured, his Irish accent giving his words a lyrical, intimate quality. The sincerity in his voice was unmistakable, each word imbued with the depth of his feelings. His eyes, a striking blue, bore into hers, holding her gaze with an intensity that made her breathe catch in her throat.

As he leaned in, time seemed to slow. The noise and movement around them faded into a distant hum, the world narrowing down to just the two of them. His lips met hers with a slow, deliberate tenderness that quickly blossomed into something more powerful, more urgent. The kiss was intense, a mingling of breath and emotion that spoke of their deep connection, their shared passion. In that moment, it was as if nothing else existed. The warmth of her body against his, the taste of her lips, the soft sigh that escaped her as they kissed—all of it combined to create a cocoon of intimacy that shut out the rest of the world. He could feel her heartbeat, quick and steady, mirroring his own, a rhythmic reminder of their bond. When he finally broke the kiss, they remained close, their foreheads touching, breathing in sync. Silence enveloped them, a comfortable, shared silence that spoke volumes. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. His eyes never left hers, filled with a mixture of admiration and adoration.

"You were incredible out there," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You have no idea how proud I am of you."

She smiled, a shy, almost bashful smile that made his heart swell with affection. "I couldn't have done it without you, Cillian. You being here means everything to me."

Author's Notes:

I think I’m getting burnt out guys..ahhh; please forgive me if this is ass.

The other asks are being worked on, I just need to recoup.

I hope I did this right, either I'm dumb which is a really good option; which...yeah that's probably it. But yeah its like a behind the scenes of the music video lolz, I'd had to watch; but I do like the song; 100% helps is she has a behind the scenes video for it so yeahhhh.

[screampied]

i literally hate it when people have usernames like '[character]'s real wife/husband' and it's like, no i am. like we literally got married months before you found out about them. fym? like i hate it when bitches lie. stay away from my baby /hj also, i read somewhere that you were a shifter? that's really cool, what was your first dr? even if u didn't shift there, mine was aot. it was first for armin then for my man eren. also also, kendrick lamar reference or the sixth sense reference? also also also, im sorry for flooding ur inbox, you're just really cool. like the cool older sister. i'll try to shut up after this, swear. ty, have a good day/night <33

-🎀 anon

LMAO. me bc i wanted to change my username with toji or nanami in it but im just not creative 💔 vegamin omg wait bye it’s taken i’m fucking sick

yessss i’m a shifter 😽✨. my first dr was also attack on titan !! then jjba. aot was definitely … something !!! eren literally killed me then i woke up. can’t have SHIT. i haven’t shifted in a bit tho bc most of my dreams have been straight darkness heh, pain.

YESS. i think it fits hu tao so well bc she’s a funeral director <3 UR FINEE NO WORRIES flood all you want 💓. how’s your day been bow bae? i hope it’s been gooood xx. AW ‘M LIKE A OLDER SISTER :( that’s so sweet, hugs 🫂. tyty, u too !!!

[aimwigs]

what are some of ur fave fics?

okay the first i wanna shout out is failures in workplace formality which is a two chapter abandoned nick/aiden fic where that i truly think about so fucking often. it's an au where nick is aiden's assisstant and he helps him out when he gets concussed

also the shock collar fic bc well im no better than a man and its so good. og banger for sure. horny ppl only

show me how you do that trick is a cute ludqt hs au that's just super sweet and fun and silly

i rlly love all of @ninja-assassin's stuff to be honest but i think my favorite of theirs is say my name and i'll come running bc the concept is so cool. it's based on this korean novel and they live in a city where everything is tv basically and lud is a director. hard to explain but great read. also need to shout out bite me bc it's a silly take on vampires and i kept thinking about it while i was watching buffy with my girlfriend last night. truly all their stuff is fucking solid tho i would recommend absolutely everything they've posted

i also like @mogulgrooves' nick/aiden stuff (sure the j/lud stuff is good too im just not a j watcher) they're not active for yard anymore but i recommend going to their blog and reading their shit when you get the change

ifl there's probably more but thats what i got between my bookmarks and off the top of my head. seriously for a liddle fandom there's a lot of talent and creativity here + i def have a few more fics on my tbr :)

[fanfaire]

　　 ——— ARIA OF ABLUTION ! ———

　　　　　　❝　FAREWELL, happy dreams of the past 　　　　　　the rosiness in my cheeks has already gone pale 　　　　　　the joys, the sorrows soon will end, 　　　　　　the tomb confines all mortals! 　　　　　　do not cry or place flowers at my grave, 　　　　　��do not place a cross with my name to cover these bones! 　　　　　　ah, the misguided desire to smile; 　　　　　　god pardon and accept me.

　　　　　　　　　　　 ♕

lights, camera, curtain! furina has arrived at the liyue harbor lantern festival.

please read below for more information on the details of her being here; i've taken some creative liberty to work her into the occasion as more than just her attending a festival out of curiosity, to provide more potential avenues for interaction!

ENTRER EN SCENE : furina de fontaine.

— it wouldn't be furina if we didn't start with the look. due to her reason for being here, she had a custom tailor, working together with liyuean fashion consultants, put together an attire in which she'll be seen in all public capacities at lantern rite. it's a marriage between liyuean and fontainean designs, and, as furina has heard that it is considered the year of the dragon, has many dragon patterns and motifs inked and embroidered throughout. she also has her hair done up ( its in its long pneuma look ) in a french bun with a few curled loose locks in front, and a gold hairpiece also in the shape of a dragon

— speaking of the reason she's here: furina is preparing for a new production that's made its way through fontaine's social buzz. it's a well-known liyuean opera that's reached international popularity due to a recent manhwa adaptation that took bookstores across teyvat by storm, titled grove of wild boars. fontaine is putting together their own stage adaptation, and furina is serving as a consultant to the director, who, while talented, is still young and inexperienced with the industry. she's here with most of the production crew mostly on research, and the timing just happened to line up with lantern rite. so why not enjoy both!

— though furina will also be busy with production research, she enjoys social and lively atmospheres, and will rarely say no to being approached or introduced to a new experience. she'll most likely be found: around the opera houses and venues; around the nearby areas both urban and wilderness with the production crew; any stand selling sweets; ( occasionally ) squirreled away somewhere quiet and remote to have a moment to decompress

inbox :　open for interactions! dont gotta ask just yeet em in i want to emphasize i'm going to be doing all event interactions as minis with a 250 wc challenge to keep things manageable for myself below are also some specific plot ideas i'm tossing out if you'd like to do something more unique and plotted! please leave a comment with the symbol if you're interested in grabbing a specific plot and i'll get back to you ( it also helps if you leave ur discord if ur comfortable. if not, i'll tumblr dm you )

🍨 after sampling xinyue kiosk's dessert stand, she has to experience the full dining experience at the restaurant herself, especially after learning about its gourmet, luxury service and ambiance! but for a once-archon, for whom attending lavish banquets was once bread and butter, furina finds herself . . . unable to justify the cost of it now, even without chevalmarin's scolding. but she looks so forlorn out there, eyeing the menu. won't you take pity on her?

🐦‍ plenty in the team had told léandre it wouldn't be a good idea to bring his umbrella finches on the trip, but the director-slash-bird-enthusiast simply couldn't bear the thought of leaving his beloved pets behind. and in an unexpected accident, the completely-expected happened — startled by the wild popping of liyue's firecrackers, the birds escaped their cage! all five of them. and you, for one reason or another, have been pulled into helping retrieve them.

💎 while on a walk on some quieter rural roads outside the city, the jade pendant furina had bought earlier in the day suddenly shatters around her wrist. isn't it supposed to be indestructible? —what furina doesn't realize is that jade is meant to ward away evil. only, the evil now fast approaching was far too strong for one measly jade piece to handle.

🕯️ the adepti are such a core part of liyue's cultural shaping and belief system that furina felt the need to visit one of the shrines and pay her respects. only, she can't help but feel that something doesn't sit right about a fake ex-archon offering prayers to a divine being. you catch her in such a rare state of conflict and hesitation, otherwise alone. ( a ruminative, melancholy angled prompt )

🎭 the production crew has secured vip seating for a showing of auspicious dragon and phoenix, performed by the celebrated yun-han opera troupe at heyu tea house: a hard to come by opportunity particularly during lantern rite season when just viewing the traditional masterpiece is said to bring good fortune. only one snag: they need just one more member in their party to qualify for large group price discounts, which they could sorely use given their allotted funds. who'd pass up the chance, right? come attend an opera with furina!

[missbaphomet]

ur the only source of information about the met gala. can you do a tier list or rate their looks? i refuse to look anything up i want it filtered through you

I can do that! Just as a heads up I don't really follow celebrities so idk who most of these people are. I just like fashion.

So the Met Gala 2023 theme was "Karl Lagerfeld: A Line of Beauty". Personally I hate themes like this. This theme is for the creative director from like 1983-2019 for Chanel. I believe he died in 2020 so uh. Real timely on that theme there.

I had to look into Karl to understand the theme and I found he's German and known for baroque and European influences in his work. As someone who really likes old European fashions like victorian and baroque and such I was hype. Oh how disappointed I was.

I'll start with looks I liked because there aren't many

Jenna Ortega: I feel like the fatal flaw of Chanel always comes down to boring black and white formalwear. This piece does a good job of mixing the classic and the modern. I would kill for the platform Oxfords. This piece isn't quite a lolita silhouette but you can definitely read the influence in the bowknot, the sleeves, the bodice, and the waistline.

Kendall Jenner: I have no love for the Kardashian/Jenners but I do love this.

Anne Hathaway: it's a pretty look but the texture doesn't look good in photos.

Conan Grey: at least it's not just a suit

Bella Ramsey: I like the callback to the original Chanel LBD but the suit jacket does nothing for her

Devon Aoki and Jeremy Scott: I'm a sucker for wing details

Ashley Park: I don't think she understood the theme but this kicks ass

Camila Morrone: Somehow the most on-theme, still looks boring

Kristen Stewart: Same.

Jennie Kim: it's a pretty look but it looks like exactly everything else on the runway

Yara Shahidi: corsets my beloved, actually pretty on theme.

Suki Waterhouse: at least its not black and white

Brian Tyree: Man must have fist fought gay count Dracula for this look and I love it

Penelope Cruz: Definitely not on theme but it's pretty

Rami Malek: favorite category: celebs that look like they forgot what the met gala is

Vanessa Kirby: art deco my beloved *still not on theme tho*

Taika Watiti: sir shouldn't you be on some kind of spiritual retreat in the Bahamas or something

These are just ones I like to get started. I haven't even gotten to Jared Leto's fursuit yet

[saveraedae]

what are ur plans after tms is over?

It's really way too early to tell. Depends how things end up going during production, and if it remains mostly self-funded. If I end up finishing the entirety of the show by myself without any major breakthroughs in terms of funding or assistance, I'll probably move onto other mediums after it ends, maybe comics, and take it easy for the most part. I'd have done what I wanted to do.

If the universe works in TMS's favor though, I'd love to remain in the animation scene and be a creative director on other animated shows! Always wanted to work in entertainment so it would be cool if it becomes something sufficient enough for me to continue doing, indie or not.

[toomuchracket]

d word matty having the remote to the vibe under the table at an important dh business meeting 💗💗🫶🏻

OH MY GOD... at home matty says something like "as much as i think me not being creative director anymore is decent, i do miss seeing you get all flustered and totally distracted by me at work, baby" and you're like "shut up lol i am a Professional i was never totally distracted. narcissist", and then he's like "is that so?" and it becomes a whole bet of him trying different tactics to turn you on whenever he's in the office. and the bluetooth vibe is one of them (but you don't expect him to try it during a MEETING you thought it would just be when you were in your office!! the level of unprofessionalism... far too much lol). yeah i think i'll write this <3

(literally ten of you immediately replied to my question about this telling me it should be d word... so i hope ur happy mwah ily all)

[canidfeline]

CLONES - PART ONE

(skipping birthing and about 7 years as idk how to do it) initial list (D/F=Director/Famke, S(number)=scientist and idk what i'll call the clones) and this is more just supposed to be an introduction to their life in the facility. a bit lighthearted surprisingly but im out of creativity juice so i'll be mean later.

or that can be ur job maybe

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The Director sighed. X-107 was a great subject, usually, at least. But today, he seems lethargic. Even with the helmet on, he seems less obedient. As if his movements are sluggish, even when controlled.

Maybe testing in winter, in Canada, isn't the greatest idea she's had.

Not even one rabbit cut.

She cleared her throat and leaned forward to her little intercom to talk into X-107's helmet.

D: ''That's enough, 107. Come home.''

X-107 grunted, turning around and following his footsteps back home.

X-107 got home, the Facility's door lifting up automatically for him as four guards on either side of him approached, all armed. One approached him, apprehensively taking the helmet and its battery off him and then quickly backstepping to where he was before.

X shook his head, his brain finally having stopped being hijacked by a computer for today and his growing red hair plopping out.

Director Famke walked out of her office to greet X-107, a disappointed but generally bored look on her face. X has been doing less lately, and not only is it confusing, but it just means fewer breakthroughs are happening. The only abilities he's been able to showcase so far in the last 7 years are his Wolverine ones. He has claws and a healing factor and has unbelievably strong senses. Not much else.

D: ''Come on, 107. We'll go back to your cell for tests.''

X nodded, grunting in response as he followed deploying his bone claws to sharpen them against each other as he followed Famke. Famke ran a hand through her hair, glancing back at X as he sharpened his claws.

D: ''Stop doing that.'' She said, almost scolding him. The noise was gross. But the claws give her an idea. She'll bond some type of unbreakable metal to him later. I mean, he's 7 right now, so probably in 7 more years when he's more physically capable, but she'll calendar it.

They arrive in X-107's cell, a few toys littered around next to his metal-framed bed with a TV on the floor. Just some things to make the abuse feel homely.

X growled to himself, sniffing a little before staring up with a scowl at Director Famke, his eyes narrowing.

D: ''What? What are you smelling?''

X did a few weird mannerisms before growling and imitating the posture and pose that most of the guards have and nodding over at a few of his toys that were in different positions than he left them.

D: ''...your cell was dirty. I had it cleaned.''

X growled before shrugging and walking over to his TV to watch Animal Planet and plop down.

D: ''Don't you want to play? You didn't do anything outside today, we should get that energy out, hm?''

X just grunted and shook his head as he watched TV.

Famke sighed disapprovingly before speaking again.

D: ''You're going out again after you eat. I'll see you soon after I check on the others.''

he'll be abused later im just out of juice

not my best work but eh

[songbirdstyles]

Give us ur predictions for everything!!!! I’m lowkey scared because it could actually go anyway omg

ME TOO, this is the most excited i've been for it in a while. i'll split it into who i think will win versus who i would want to win and why (for some categories, not all)

best actor - it's definitely gonna be will smith, and i really don't think i would be mad no matter where it went. i think he's an AMAZING actor and tbfh, should have gotten oscar hype a long time ago. i personally really preferred benedict and andrew garfield but i just think will smith has had such an amazing career that it resembles leo's and sandra bullock's oscar wins.

best actress - i reallllly want it to be jessica chastain, lol, and i think it will be. i fucking adore her and i loved the eyes of tammy faye (even though i have strong opinions on biopics and the oscar hype of it all). it reminded me more of i, tonya as a creative biopic which i absolutely love.

best supporting actress - it's GONNA be ariana debose as it should be! i really thought her, riff, and bernardo carried the performances of the movie. i wish they got some oscar love too!! but ariana was truly extraordinary. i think she really showed up and out as anita and was clearly the defining performance of the film. she really held her own against the 1961 performance (and in my opinion did better). i also just love her and i love how her career has progressed rahshduee

best supporting actor - i have like no strong opinions on this category because i didn't really think any of the performances in he category were like SHOWstopping (of which i would equate 'showstopping' to bardem in ncfom or j.k simmons in whiplash). however... troy kotsur in coda is, in my heart, the true winner. he's definitely gotten the precursors for it and i just loved him in it.

best picture - rah. i think it's going to be belfast or the power of the dog - i think belfast is exactly the kind of film that the academy loves, as is the power of the dog. (also, would a TPOTD win make up for the brokeback shitshow??) i really like all of the films in this category though. i would be very happy with a drive my car win, but i think i would basically be fine with most of the nominees. it was a good year for film!!

best director - sue me..... i think it should be spielberg. WSS is one of the most beautifully directed films i've ever seen!!!! i mean come on!!!! i don't think he'll win just because of how many times he's been nominated and won but i really adore how the movie was shot and directed. i fear it will be jane campion which is fine, but i think besides my spielberg hopes i would want it to be kenneth branagh.

i feel like these are the main categories but i can do others if ppl are interested LMAO! give me your thoughts

[reidscanehand]

i would love to hear director’s commentary on The Genuine Article !!

i love how you used a non-main character from the show to stirs things up between reader n spencer like that , the concept is so unique !!

n as always with ur work, the execution is phenomenal x

Oh, thank you so much for asking! My full (far too long) answer will be under the cut! xx 

Feel free to ask me for a Director's Commentary on any of my works or send me a ⭐ and I'll talk about something I've written that I've always wanted to talk about!

Okie dokie, so here’s the real tea: I absolutely adore Season 4, in fact, I think I’ve stated it on here multiple times, but Seasons 3-5 of Criminal Minds are my absolute Top 3 seasons overall and make up some of my favorite tv of all time. There’s something oddly...perfect? about the episode Cold Comfort. It’s really well-structured in terms of story, I really like the camera work, there’s enough internal conflict with the main characters to keep the BAU at the center of the story, but the case is interesting and difficult enough as a setting and setup for this drama and its own. Basically, what I mean by that is that all the elements of the episode are interesting enough on their own, but together, they work better and create a really complete full story. 

There’s this really old trope in Greek drama where there’s an all-seeing oracle of some kind; someone that forewarns the ultimate suffering awaiting the tragic hero. It creates a tension, it’s a little bit like how Alfred Hitchcock always said that, if there’s a bomb in the scene, the audience needs to know, but not the characters in the scene. The tension is created because we are waiting for it to go off and waiting for and hoping that the characters realize it’s there. Because we know, the characters will ultimately have to know and it heightens tension.

One of my favorite elements of the episode Cold Comfort is the addition of Stanley Usher. There isn’t any tension at all with the local police force, so it is this character that creates that tension, and I think it’s adding the drama of wondering whether or not he will be correct or Rossi will be correct. Is Usher a bad guy or a good guy? He’s such a soft, genuine character that he doesn’t read as threatening at all, which he isn’t. And I also kind of love the idea of the unexplainable elements of the universe taking part in any CM story. In rewatching the episode, I was actually really interested in the fact that Spencer never says anything about Stanley Usher at all. As someone who usually actively has an opinion about anything that is less scientific or factual, but he oddly doesn’t in this episode. I thought Stanley Usher saying something that directly involved Spencer would bring him into the tension. 

I’ve been asked before about writing a soulmate AU and, while I don’t think I have the creativity to do it, I think this is as close as I’ll ever get. I think that Spencer’s respect for magic opens him up to the possibility of believing in the supernatural, but his nerves surrounding telling Y/N he’s in love with her would, I believe, be his breaking point. I also wanted to show Hotch being supportively in charge. He has to be critical because Spencer was technically rude to someone involved in the case. I also knew that Stanley Usher wouldn’t have the same boundaries as the rest of the team, like, everyone totally knows that Spencer and Y/N are in love with each other, but wouldn’t outright say it. 

I also liked playing with who was telling the story, which helped to structure it as well. Y/N spoke first because I really wanted to acknowledge that dealing with necrophiliacs would really just be the worst, but it also meant that I got to include things like Rossi getting a little bit of comeuppance at the end because it’s fairly obvious that Y/N and Spencer are in love without the psychic saying anything. 

Thank you for asking and I hope my answer wasn’t too long! xx