#looking up i could say heaven sent me; hand me my shovel; I'M GOING IN!' - omg this is so (redacted) when (plot point) !!

[apollosunshineisdead]

my favorite lyric or two from every will wood song

Everything is a Lot:

6up 5oh: "they shoulda fried me, I'll give ya PTSD!"

skeleton Appreciation Day: "give me all your LSD so i can feel my mind unweave again!"

front Street: "you said let loose, but now you're lost"

aikido!: "i told doctor tillis to prescribe an illness, but he said his schedule's filled with children with need Prozac, prilosec and lo-jack, triple-sec and lexapro"

white Knuckle Jerk: "i wonder how i woke up in the middle of my surgery, and i watched them botch my heart"

cover This Song!: "i'm just a little bit crazy 'bout you, just a little bit out of my mind"

Thermodynamic Lawyer: "so all that i see, absolute entropy as the chemical bounds fall apart"

red Moon: "the crescent rests, tethered to the west"

lysergide Daydream: "ooh, i wanna be on the picture on the postcard, pouring pitchers in the backyard by the garden we tend"

the First Step: "i lost count after 21 in the college crawl"

jimmy Mushrooms': "i think the truth is that everyone's wrong!"

Compound Fracture: "bienvenidos a la villa de arañas españas"

everything is a Lot: "night sky, i wonder why i am alive until i die / i find that at this size, no answer can be right"

destroy to Enjoy: "lao tzu, chaung tzu, yin-yang tattoos, FUCK your mystic wisdom! find your own way home from Bonnaroo!"

SELF-iSH:

self-: "i'll shake the apples from my family tree, so when the autumn comes to take the leaves..."

2012: "testing my hypothesis, never finding a theory!"

cotard's Solution: "rolling my third eye into the back, of my head and squinting through the black"

mr. Capgras: "eulogy or biography, i'm who i ought to be, and that is God to me"

the Song with 5 Names: "WHAT IS "IS"? WHAT IS "NOT"? WHAT IS "WHAT"? WHAT'S UP PARTY PEOPLE! WHAT? / WHY I WONDER WHY I'M NOT WHATEVER, WHAT THE FUCK!"

hand Me My Shovel: "looking up, i could say Heaven sent me! / hand me my shovel, i'm going in!"

dr. Sunshine is Dead: "i'm noone if i'm nowhere in between!"

-ish: "well at 27 will i see, that i was born to be the man i'll be?"

The Normal Album:

greetings from Mary Bell Township!: "so give me your half-life crisis / i can tell that you know where paradise is!"

(vampire) Culture: come on, drink that BLOOD! didn't they want your blood?

Love Me, normally: the Lord looked down, said, "hey, you're only mortal"

2econd 2ight 2eer: "my grip on the secrets' slippin' while i'm speakin' in tongues!"

laplace's Angel: "so if you wash your hands of where you've been until you flood the second floor / neatly fold your skeletons, but still can't shut the closet door"

i/Me/myself: "eating your prosthetic, meet your anesthetic"

...well, better than the Alternative: "she's gonna be a lot like me, but i don't wanna be at all like me"

outliars And Hyppocrates: "i am the shadows cast aside by gallows, and you, the red hot sky"

blackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA: "his ribcage was a hornet's nest, his palpitations set the beat!"

marsha, thankk you for the Dialects: "doctor, what's my prognosis if the studies show that / disease is in the eye of the beholder, tell me "so it goes!""

love, Me Normally: "is there nothing to fear, cuz shit's getting weird!"

memento Mori: "no need to fear cuz when it's Here you won't be alive / try not to think about it!"

Camp Here & There: Campfire Songs:

venetian Blind Man: "string on his finger, a tourniquet ring"

yes, to err is Human: "if you don't hate me, then reanimate me!"

your body, My Temple: "furthering the fever of your fervor for believing, I will"

when somebody Needs you: "fishing lure moon on a string for you, didn't you say you need space?"

"In Case I Make It,"

tomcat Disposables: "what's the moon made of? meet me there after i'm gone"

becoming The Lastnames: "weeding out the garden where the milestones gather moss"

Cicada Days: "here at the end of days, my god, what have I done? / christ, now it feels damn inhumane to get all i dreamed of"

euthanasia: "and every, everybody dies / fighting for their lives, just trying to survive"

falling Up: "airplane eclipses over spirals of math – would or could the impact kill me?"

that's Enough, let's get you Home: "but CO2 and fish tanks do enough to get you home"

um, it's Kind of a Lot: "sorry darling, please excuse my constant need to self-aggrandize!"

half-Decade Hangover: "but i can't make amends for things i can't remember"

vampire Reference in a Minor Key: "the seraphim on my shoulder, whispering "please don't turn your head""

you liked this: "Ten Red Flags that a Neurotypical Narcissist is Trauma Dump Gaslighting You into Sex-Negative Self-Abuse Emotional Labor and Internalised Reverse Racism Against Post-Modern Flat Earthers with Facts and Logic (Number Seven Will Destroy Your Family)"

the Main Character: "judge me by what my cover shows, author becomes beyond reproach"

Against the Kitchen Floor: "i'm not a good person, i'm barely a person at all"

Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll: "and i hate proving that i'm still human after all"

BFB's Blueberry Pie: " "

Willard!: "so gather 'round pandora's skinner's box, look through the one-way mirror / if you can see in shade's of grey, the colors are much clearer"

White Noise: "it begs the question just to tell you the answer!"

ICIMI outtakes:

misanthrapologist: "I hear your hear beating under the floorboards" and if i did, you deserved it: "that i really don't carе what you think or what you say, either that or I do way too much, oh well whatever, either way"

thank you for listening

[every-vowel-is-o]

My heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket In the deep city streets in the summer of 2012 And I never even saw her face My dreams were shattered like a stained glass window Jesus in pieces, I believe I threw a brick right through him But my memory could not be saved

It just seems unlikely that it's me who was to blame So I bookmark my DSM 'cause I need to remember my place, ow!

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom

Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Take you with me

My soul was crushed like a tall boy Underneath the boots on the curb And I'm still picking up my molars And putting them back in my face My name was soiled by a last call spill With a backwash swill and the blackout killed me Sober on impact from a fall from grace

Take the road on higher ground and tell me "Don't look down! You'll fall and break your back!" But that just reminds me how There's more to be found beneath the black

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom

Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Take you with me

Bottle, well, or barrel? All are empty Dug, or drank, or poured it out When too much is not enough, there's plenty more Where that came from around Looking up, we see the point of entry Between where we are and we've been

Looking up, I could say Heaven sent me Hand me my shovel, I'm going in! Looking up, we see the point of entry Between where we are and we've been Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me Hand me my shovel, I'm going in

Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get, gotta get Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get, gotta get Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get, gotta get Gotta get to the bottom of this If it it kills me!

Gotta, gotta get gotta, ow Gotta get to the bottom of this Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Gotta get to the bottom of this Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Gotta get to the bottom of this If it kills me

This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom Oh, this, this is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom (I know who you are)

Mo hoort wos stolon bo o blond pockpockot On tho doop coty stroots on tho sommor of 2012 Ond O novor ovon sow hor foco Mo drooms woro shottorod loko o stoonod gloss wondow Josos on poocos, I boloovo I throw o brock roght throogh hom Bot mo momoro coold not bo sovod

Ot jost sooms onlokolo thot ot's mo who wos to blomo So O bookmork mo DSM 'cooso O nood to romombor mo ploco, ow!

Thos os not onoogh, thos os not onoogh to provo ot yot No, O nood to hot tho bottom Thos os not onoogh, thos os not onoogh to provo ot yot No, O nood to hot tho bottom

Gotto got to tho bottom of thos Gotto got to tho bottom of thos Gotto got to tho bottom of thos Toko yoo woth mo

Mo sool wos croshod loko o toll boy Ondornooth tho boots on tho corb Ond O'm stoll pockong op mo molors Ond pottong thom bock on mo foco Mo nomo wos soolod bo o lost coll spoll Woth o bockwosh swoll ond tho blockoot kollod mo Sobor on ompoct from o foll from groco

Toko tho rood on hoghor groond ond toll mo "Don't look down! Yoo'll foll ond brook yoor bock!" Bot thot jost romonds mo how Thoro's moro to bo foond bonooth tho block

Thos os not onoogh, thos os not onoogh to provo ot yot No, O nood to hot tho bottom Thos os not onoogh, thos os not onoogh to provo ot yot No, O nood to hot tho bottom

Gotto got to tho bottom of thos Gotto got to tho bottom of thos Gotto got to tho bottom of thos Toko yoo woth mo

Bottlo, woll, or borrol? Oll oro ompto Dog, or dronk, or poorod ot oot Whon too moch os not onoogh, thoro's plonto moro Whoro thot como from oroond Lookong op, wo soo tho poont of ontro Botwoon whoro wo oro ond wo'vo boon

Lookong op, O coold soy Hoovon sont mo Hond mo mo shovol, O'm goong on! Lookong op, wo soo tho poont of ontro Botwoon whoro wo oro ond wo'vo boon Lookong down, O coold soy Hoovon sont mo Hond mo mo shovol, O'm goong on

Gotto got to tho bottom of thos Gotto got to tho bottom of thos Gotto got to tho bottom of thos Gotto, gotto got, gotto, gotto glt, gotto got Gotto got to tho bottom of thos Gotto, gotto got, gotto, gotto got, gotto got Gotto got to tho bottom of thos Gotto, gotto got, gotto, gottl got, gotto got Gotto got to tho bottom of thos Of ot kolls mo!

Gotto, gotto got gotto, ow Gotto got to tho bottom of thos Hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy Gotto got to tho bottom of thos Hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy Gotto got to tho bottom of thos Of ot kolls mo

Thos os not onoogh, thls os not onoogh, not onoogh to provo ot yot No, O nood to hot tho bottom Thos os not onoogh, thos os not onoogh, not onoogh to provo ot yot No, O nood to hot tho bottom Oh, thos, thos os not onoogh, thos os not onoogh, not onoogh to provo ot yot No, O nood to hot tho bottom Thos os not onoogh, thos os not onoogh, not onoogh to provo ot yot No, O nood to hot tho bottom

(O know who yoo oro)

Oh boy did that take me a while! Well, if you ever wondered what hand me my shovel, I'm going in! Looks like if every vowel was replaced with o, then you've come to the right post!

[edwinspaynes]

okay ill give you two options so you can pick.

jordelia with cordelia doing a dance like in the books and james just simping

or

thomastair having a date in the snow with sledding :)

I did a bunch of Jordelia ones yesterday and also still have a Jordelia one in my inbox, so I'm opting for the Thomastair one :) Will definitely keep the Jordelia in mind for future potential fic fodder, though.

-

"Angel," Alastair said, looking out the window of the bedroom he shared with Thomas Lightwood. "It's as though the heavens decided to unleash some cosmic punishment against all of London's residents."

Thomas wrapped his arms around his middle, and Alastair relaxed into the touch. "Cosmic punishment?" His voice was soft. "For what?"

After careful consideration, Alastair shrugged. "The ridiculous quantity of eggs that the denizens of this city use in a single day? The terrible trend of wearing decorative plumes in one's headwear? Who is to day?" He sighed and ran the hand that was not cupping Thomas's through his hair. "I am not looking forward to shoveling this behemoth of a snowfall. Is there any chance that you might do it all?"

Thomas kissed Alastair's ear. "No, we agreed to split such things, and even your wonderful nature cannot tempt me to take all of it upon myself. But as a sort of consolation prize, I will warm you up afterward."

Alastair chuckled. "Alright, I agree to your terms."

"But," Thomas continued, and Alastair could see his eyes shining in their reflection in the window. "I do wish to do something fun before we go down and begin toiling away at our much-dreaded task."

Alastair raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

He tried to continue, but Thomas grabbed his hand and pulled him through the front door.

-

"I do not have very many kind things to say right now," Alastair sniped. "The only thing that will not make you chide me for my rudeness is that your thought process is unique. I don't know that I have ever ridden in a sled before outside of horrific events that I spent praying to the Angel would end."

"I didn't get to go sledding much as a child, either," Thomas said. "In case it would upset my fragile constitution. My parents preferred to keep me indoors during the cold weather; one year, Uncle Will took me to the market, and I caught a chill that convinced Mother that it was the end. It was not worth the anxiety it caused them, after that."

"Oh," was all Alastair could say. "Well, I suppose that I ought to indulge you, then. Attempt to keep an open mind as we embark on this new adventure together."

"Alright," Thomas said. "I think the first thing to do is sit in the sled." He paused. "You might wish to go first so I can settle in behind you; you are smaller, moosh-am, and I would not wish to take up so much space that you cannot squish in."

"Do not call me a little mouse again," Alastair said, settling into the sled. "I do not wish to become cross with you, Tom."

Thomas stuck out his tongue. "Well, I'm sorry about this, then."

"What are you apologizing for?" Alastair asked, before realizing belatedly that he had settled into a sled on the top of their hilly yard. His weight pressed the sled down the slope, and he was sent down to the bottom of the incline, cursing in Persian.

Thomas rolled down the hill after him, laughing. "I think that was quite a good lark," he said. "Though I will have you know that I am taking the next slide with you thoroughly nestled between my thighs."

"I am still not over this," Alastair said. "I may hold a grudge forever. I still may get you back for this."

"Alright," Thomas agreed. "I-"

But his response was too late. A lightly-thrown, soft snowball hit him in the face. He sputtered, but Alastair was already laughing.

[theshadows-friendau]

My heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket In the deep city streets in the summer of 2012 And I never even saw her face My dreams were shattered like a stained glass window Jesus in pieces, I believe I threw a brick right through him But my memory could not be saved

It just seems unlikely that it's me who was to blame So I bookmark my DSM 'cause I need to remember my place, ow!

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom

Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Take you with me

My soul was crushed like a tall boy Underneath the boots on the curb And I'm still picking up my molars And putting them back in my face My name was soiled by a last call spill With a backwash swill and the blackout killed me Sober on impact from a fall from grace

Take the road on higher ground and tell me "Don't look down! You'll fall and break your back!" But that just reminds me how There's more to be found beneath the black

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom

Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Take you with me

Bottle, well, or barrel? All are empty Dug, or drank, or poured it out When too much is not enough, there's plenty more Where that came from around Looking up, we see the point of entry Between where we are and we've been

Looking up, I could say Heaven sent me Hand me my shovel, I'm going in! Looking up, we see the point of entry Between where we are and we've been Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me Hand me my shovel, I'm going in

Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get, gotta get Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get, gotta get Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get, gotta get Gotta get to the bottom of this If it it kills me!

Gotta, gotta get gotta, ow Gotta get to the bottom of this Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Gotta get to the bottom of this Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Gotta get to the bottom of this If it kills me

This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom Oh, this, this is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom

-HAND ME MY SHOVEL, IM GOING IN! BY WILL WOOD AND THE TAPEWORMS

【OOC】 Not even Surprised. XDD

[spectrechosts]

Hell's Belles - Chapter 3

Relaxing and studying sin.

Full Series

"This feels so good…" Grezayla sighed, relaxed.

"I'm glad you like it, little lamb."

"Can… Can I put it in my mouth?"

Lilith rolled her eyes. "Yes, you can eat the lava." She said.

"Just remember to shapeshift it out of you if you swallow it." Tinixi added. "You don't want it to pass through the normal way once it's cooled into a rock."

"Mmmf." Grezayla said, nodding, her voice muffled by the handful of lava she had already shoveled into her mouth.

The lava spas in the lower levels of Lilith's palace were a perfect spot for her to unwind from the stresses of her job, and for her concubines to lounge about in comfort as they pleased. She lay on the surface of the pool, letting its warmth seep into her bones.

"Flash card!" Azaerixia shouted, holding a crude drawing up to Grezayla, who drooled her mouthful of lava out over herself.

"That's a…" Grezayla squinted. "What way is the one on top facing?"

"Oh! Hang on!" Azaerixia said, quickly scribbling hair onto the figure to make it clearer, before holding it up again.

"Reverse cowgirl."

"Correct!" She said, and flopped back down to draw another scene.

"That tasted worse than I expected."

"Did you think molten rock would taste good?"

"Maybe." Grezayla said evasively, scooping more lava onto herself. "I certainly didn't expect it to be comfy, but here we are."

"Watch you don't pile so much on that you sink, Vasselli did that once and it took us a week to find her." Said Tinixi.

"Oh my god, was she okay?" Grezayla asked, and Lilith snorted.

"She was fine. She told us to put her back in, said it was the best nap she'd had in centuries."

"She got sent to Sloth for a few months so they could investigate, apparently none of them had ever thought of it. Got a big soul payout for her 'innovations in the field of napping' when she was done."

"Wow. Must've been some nap."

"Transformation check!" Azaerixia shouted, pointing at Grezayla. "Grow your tongue out to bellybutton length!"

Grezayla grew her tongue out, and out, and out, overshooting her mark before managing to reel it all back in to normal length.

"Dammit!" She huffed.

"You're too focused on the growing." Lilith said, without looking up. "Don't try to make your tongue bigger and then stop, just envision how long you want it to be. You'll get it."

"You can undo it on your own now though, that's good progress!" Azaerixia chirped, and Lilith and Tinixi echoed her praise.

Grezayla shifted her position, dragging an arm out of the pool with some effort.

"I don't know if I could sleep in this." She said, wiggling her fingers. "It'd be too heavy, I like to be able to move around."

"It's not for everyone."

"FLASH CARD!"

"Already? Uhh, standing full nelson."

"Correct! You're getting good at these!"

"I must say, this isn't how I would teach someone sex positions, Azzy."

"No, no, it's effective." Grezayla insisted. "It's the names that trip me up."

Lilith shrugged. "To each their own."

"FLASH CAAARD!"

"How are you drawing these so fast? Doggy."

"Correct! And now that you bring up dogs-"

"Oh, hon…" Tinixi sighed.

"Azzy, dearest, you have to let it go." Lilith said softly.

"I will not! There has to be some way I can keep a dog down here."

"Unless you can communicate with one and get it to agree to give you it's soul, there really is not."

"But why!? Why do they all go to heaven?"

"I don't think it's that they all go to heaven so much as none of them go to hell." Grezayla said.

"Why not?! There has to be at least one sinful dog out there!"

"No, because like, animals don't have the capacity to sin. Only humans."

"Cats can sin." Tinixi said. "They learned how like, a couple hundred years back."

"What?"

"Cats can sin." Azaerixia agreed, nodding.

"That- No they can't. That doesn't even make sense."

"I don't know what to tell you, they're definitely down here. They have the capacity to know they're doing something sinful and do it anyway." Tinixi said, shrugging.

"What. But-"

"You want something that'll really confuse you, little lamb?" Lilith asked, smiling smugly. "So only humans can sin, because you're descended from Eve, who ate the fruit of knowledge and in doing so learned ~right from wrong~, and thus the capacity to sin, yes?"

"Yes?"

"Okay." Lilith said, showing her teeth. "Explain why I'm in hell."

Grezayla thought for a moment, narrowing her eyes.

"Wait, why-"

"Uh-huh."

"Because you aren't-"

"Uh-huh."

"And you didn't eat-"

"Nope."

Grezayla put her hands to her temples.

"What the fuck."

"Sorry little lamb, but the old man just throws whatever he feels like down here. No rhyme or reason to it." Lilith said, relaxing back into the lava.

"So…. Maybe dogs eventually?" Azaerixia asked, hopeful.

"Maybe. Eventually."

"Yesssss. Also flash card."

"I don't understand what I'm looking at."

"Okay, so these two are staying perfectly still after putting the dick in, and this one is jumping on the bed they're all on-"

[pathofelation]

Hi! :D I thought I'd send you an ask too

∞∞∞

OKAY FINALLY HOME I CAN DO THIS. we thought it'd be silly to do three different people so. ok here we go! also thank u again ehe

marley: Rule #27 - Drunk on Pride by Fish in a Birdcage

Captain of the ship has Nothing but time To watch his dream die As he gets drunk on pride

texas: For What It's Worth by Buffalo Springfield

Paranoia strikes deep into your life it will creep It starts when you're always afraid Step out of line, the men come and take you away

subspace: Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In! by Will Wood and The Tapeworms

Looking up, we see the point of entry Between where we are and we've been Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me Hand me my shovel, I'm going in!

[asketho]

Bottle, well, or barrel? All are empty

Dug, or drank, or poured it out

When too much is not enough, there's plenty more

Where that came from around

Looking up, we see the point of entry

Between where we are and we've been

Looking up, I could say Heaven sent me

Hand me my shovel, I'm going in!

Looking up, we see the point of entry

Between where we are and we've been

Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me

Hand me my shovel, I'm going in

Gotta get to the bottom of this

-🦷

[ Etho seems bored. ]

[flower-power1968]

"Looking up, I could say Heaven sent me

Hand me my shovel, I'm going in! "

AFTER WEEKS OF BRAINSTORMING EE GOT MY HHN SELF INSERT. ITS SO OVER

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Looking up we see the point of entry Between where we are and we've been Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me Hand me my shovel, I'm going in! Looking up we see the point of entry Between where we are and we've been Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me HAND ME MY SHOVEL, I'M GOING IN!

[ernmark]

Looking Up I Could Say Heaven Sent Me--Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In! (For whichever fandom feels most appropriate I'm not actually certain which ones you're presently in. The damnable lyric is just stuck in my head.)

I looked it up, and this is SUCH a Juno Steel song, oh my god. Thank you for the rec, and for the ask!

So the imaginary fic:

Juno, Rita, and the Ruby 7 are running dry on their search for Nureyev when they catch wind of Jet and his war on Dark Matters. To wit: between his more fanatical filters and the Dark Matters plants in his organization, things are going badly.

Our heroes use their combined skills to identify the plants and bad actors, and set up an elaborate scheme to expose and expel them in such a way that it makes all the current flaws in the movement look like they're purely a Dark Matters psyop, while making Jet look like even more of a hero.

[ihaveatheoryonthat]

An incomplete list of songs I associate with Memory, Heavy in My Heart.

Chapters 1-15:

Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In - Will Wood & The Tapeworms

So I'll bookmark my DSM, 'cause I need to remember my place. This is not enough. This is not enough to prove it yet, no I need to hit the bottom. [...] Gotta get to the bottom of this.

Looking up, we see the point of entry between where we are and we've been; looking up, I could say heaven sent me, hand me my shovel, I'm going in.

Admittedly, this didn't come across very well in the final draft, and part of that is down to the framing and variety I wanted to give it. I was initially going to give Ingo a more frenetic energy as he was trying to complete the pokedex, which lessened as he got to know the Pokemon and people in Hisui-- and then picked back up once he realized he was getting distracted. The second portion would actually correspond to chapter 33, and is fairly self explanatory.

Chapter 16:

Cosmic Love - Florence + the Machine

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. You left me in the dark. No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight in the shadow of your heart.

I took the stars from my eyes and then I made a map. I knew that somehow, I could find my way back.

A little dramatic, but it fit the feeling of being stranded and abandoned in a way I really liked. The second portion was also relevant for later... and another piece is relevant to something else that I'm not going to spoil yet.

Chapter 17:

Ghost (Fred Falke Remix) - Mystery Skulls

No particular lines to highlight for this one, though I suppose 3:43-4:10 would fit. It was more the tone of it, and, to be honest, my own personal associations with this version of Ghost.

Chapters 18-25:

Hidden Highlands - Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Time/Darkness/Sky

The word 'highlands' is purely coincidental. I had this on a character playlist, and it stuck out to me for this project, too. It just has a heaviness to it that I really liked for day to day life with the rift and then the red sky hanging overhead.

Chapters 25-26:

Close Encounters - No Delivery

It's just got a weirdness factor to it that I like for the trek across the Highlands, building up to the primary conflict at the Temple of Sinnoh. Unfortunately, I don't think I can really describe it better than that. Sorry!

Chapter 27:

Origin Form Palkia & Dialga - Pokemon Legends Arceus

Sticking with vanilla on this, both because I think it still fits, and it's a really nice track imo. I wasn't initially going to add it here, since that seems redundant, but it felt like leaving a conspicuous empty spot at the story's climax.

Chapter 29:

Jowd ~ A Captive of Fate - Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

I liked this one for being a little more upbeat without being a happy song; it strikes me as having a sense of 'let's see this through' in some parts, which I think works very well as we're warming up to the final arc. While I don't think it fits this chapter's content perfectly, I did realize in hindsight that it plays during a coat-related scene in Ghost Trick, and I subconsciously connected the dots.

Chapters 30-32:

Crossing a Line - Mike Shinoda

You're not gonna like where this goes. They'll tell you I don't care anymore, and I hope you'll know that's a lie, 'cause I've found what I have been waiting for, but to get there means crossing a line. So I'm crossing a line.

It's not about status, we know it never was, 'cause what good is the kingdom when you're missing the love? This is not a goodbye now, I'm not going away. No, I don't have the answers, but I do have the faith.

This is probably one of my favorites to apply to this story, because I can see it working from at least two different perspectives. For one, I would put it firmly in this range of chapters just based on who/what we're dealing with. For the second (which is the POV that the second stanza would also be relevant to) I would also add 33 to that range. I feel like one POV is obvious, but the other might be a little more out in the weeds.

Chapter 33:

The Suffering Game: Arms Outstretched - Griffin McElroy

This one was baked in from the early chapters. I knew the call on the mountaintop was going to happen basically from the beginning, and felt like this encompassed the range of emotions really well. Maybe it doesn't match up perfectly with the final product, but it's still inextricably linked in my mind. xD It's also something of a bridge in and of itself, but we'll save that for later.

[naffeclipse]

Song rec for the Sleuth Jesters Playlist! How do you feel about “Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In” by Will Wood and the Tapeworms as an Eclipse song? It gives very fun “fall from grace” narrative vibes in my opinion.

Also, really love your writing! I don’t re-read fan fiction very often, but I’ve found myself returning to your stuff either to read the entire thing again or one of the many well written character interactions. Speaking of character interactions, I just adore how you write your characters! They all ooze personality and charm! I am looking at Sun & Moon very respectfully. I am also looking at Eclipse respectfully, but in such a way that you can tell if he didn’t have so much influence and power in the criminal underbelly as well as being the city’s top #1 fire hazard/bruise giver, I would be very disrespectfully hitting him with a car. In other news, Vigilante!Y/N better watch out, because I will be promptly marrying them.

Anyway, to sum it up, the quality with which you display your creativity terrifies me. Have a good whatever time of day it is in wherever you are! :)

Ahhha, thank you so much! I'm so happy that you're rereading it, oh my gosh! I'm also floored that you enjoy the interactions and how I wrote the boys ♥ (You can keep Eclipse, Y/N doesn't want him anyways lol) Thank you, babe!

As for this song, I was immediately hit with vibes for when Eclipse climbed through the ranks of a gang before leading his own! The slow descent and needing to go deeper each time, despite knowing that it's only going to cause trouble (pull him away from his brothers) but justifying it all the while because he needs to keep going.

Bottle, well, or barrel? All are empty Dug, or drank, or poured it out When too much is not enough there's plenty more Where that came from around

Looking up we see the point of entry Between where we are and we've been Looking down I could say Heaven sent me Hand me my shovel. I'm going in

[novaloo]

Inevitable - part one - Unexpected aid

The lab was filled with the sounds of a pen scribbling against paper and the quiet hum of some scientific machinery. The man taking notes had crow black hair in a distinctive yet messy shape, with a lightning-shaped streak of white running through it. He wore an old lab coat with black protective gloves, boots to match. His goggles were up on his forehead. This mad scientist was no other than Dr Sunshine.

He was finishing up his research, when he remembered something. Something that triggered a flash of genius. One so inspiring that he actually felt like he could sing. And so he abandoned the notes, stepping into the center of the room, moving along to the music inside his head, and began to muse.

"My heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket

In the deep city streets

In the summer of 2012

And I never even saw her face...

My dreams were shattered like a stained-glass window

Jesus in pieces

I believe I threw a brick right through him

But my memory could not be saved!

It just seems unlikely that it's me who was to blame...

So I bookmark my DSM

Cause I need to remember my place!~

Ow!"

Sunshine had an amazing ability of manipulating his voice to match the tone of every word he meant to say. One would say it was miracle-like.

"This is not enough!

This is not enough to prove it yet!

No, I need to hit the bottom!"

He clapped twice.

"This is not enough!

This is not enough to prove it yet!

No, I need to hit the bottom!"

He clapped twice again.

"Gotta get to the bottom of this...

Gotta get to the bottom of this...

Gotta get to the bottom of this...

Take you with me...

My soul was crushed like a tall boy

Underneath the boots on the curb

And I'm still picking up my molars

And putting them back in my face

My name was soiled by a last call spill

With a backwash swill

And the blackout killed me sober

On impact from a fall from grace!

Take the road on higher ground

And tell me, 'Don't look down, you'll fall and break your back'...

But that just reminds me how

There's more to be found beneath the black!

This is not enough!

This is not enough to prove it yet!

No, I need to hit the bottom!"

Double clap.

"This is not enough!

This is not enough to prove it yet!

No, I need to hit the bottom!"

Double clap.

"Gotta get to the bottom of this...

Gotta get to the bottom of this...

Gotta get to the bottom of this...

Take you with me~"

Then his voice took another tone, one worthy of an opera singer.

"Bottle, well, or barrel, all are empty...

Dug, or drank, or poured it out...

When too much is not enough, there's plenty

More where that came from around!...

Looking up we see the point of entry

Between where we are and we've been

Looking up I could say Heaven sent me

Hand me my shovel, I'm going in!

Looking up, we see the point of entry

Between where we are and we've been!"

In his tone resounds a tinge of desperation, slowly growing into a scream that still sounded so melodic.

"Looking down I could say Heaven sent me!

Hand me my shovel, I'm going in!...

Oh, oh, oh...

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Oh, oh, oh...

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Oh, oh, oh...

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Ohhhh...

Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get

Gotta get to the bottom of this!

Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get

Gotta get to the bottom of this!

Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get

Gotta get to the bottom of this!

If it kills me!

Gotta gotta get, gotta ow!

Gotta get to the bottom of this!

Gotta get to the bottom of this!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Gotta get to the bottom of this!

If it kills me!..."

At this point his voice was only a scream, filled with desperation and its own charm.

"This is not enough...!

This is not enough, not enough to prove it yet!

No, I need to hit the bottom!...

This is not enough...!

This is not enough, not enough to prove it yet!

No, I need to hit the bottom!...

Oh, this!

This is not enough!

This is not enough, not enough to prove it yet!

No, I need to hit the bottom!...

This is not enough...!

This is not enough, not enough to prove it yet!..."

And his voice returned to normal.

"No, I need to hit the bottom~"

And as his song ended, Dr Sunshine fell to his knees in a theatrical show of desperation, only for himself to watch. But then he heard the door open. And yet he didn't move an inch. The person walked in, stood beside him and extended their hand, handing him... a shovel. An actual shovel. Unable to contain his curiosity anymore, Sunshine looked up at the guest. It was a woman in black boots, black skirt and gray blouse. Her brown hair was tied into something of a messy bun with a hair clip and had some lighter streaks here and there. Just like his - a little messy, but spectacular in its own way. Her emerald eyes played perfectly with the polite smile. There was something familiar about her figure, but he couldn't really tell what.

– ...Why are you here? – Dr Sunshine finally asked.

– You asked for your shovel, sir – she replied, and when he heard her voice his eyes widened.

– No...

– Yes. It's me.

– But you were blind!...

– Intuition is best practiced without vision – her smile shifted into a slightly more amused one. Sunshine took the shovel from her, stood up and leaned against it as he smiled at her a bit.

– And I never even got your name... – he mused.

– Julie. Pleased to meet you, sir.

– You may call me Doctor Sunshine. But... What are you searching for here?

– I wish to become your assistant, doctor – Julie replied, to Sunshine's surprise. – I will answer to every call and complete every task, I promise.

– Hm... I could use some help with my science I suppose.

– I will not let you down, Doctor Sunshine! – she said once again, bowing a little. At that he smiled and helped Julie put on her new lab coat.

– Now... you're officially my assistant.

– So... What shall I assist you with first, doctor?

[maximumprime]

pinkpink pinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkpinkMy heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket in the deep city streets in the summer of 2012, but I never even saw her face.

My dreams were shattered like a stained-glass window: Jesus in pieces! I believe I threw a brick right through Him but my memory could not be saved.

It just seems unlikely that it's me who was to blame.

So I bookmark my DSM 'cause I need to remember my place.

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet: No I need to hit the bottom!

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet: No, I need to hit the bottom!

Gotta get to the bottom of this.

Gonna get to the bottom of this.

Gotta get to the bottom of this, take you with me.

My soul was crushed like a tall-boy underneath the boots on the curb and I'm still picking up my molars and putting them back in my face.

My name was soiled like a last-call spill with the backwash swill and the blackout, killed me sober on impact from a fall from grace!

Take the road on higher ground and tell me "don't look down, you'll fall and break your back."

But that just reminds me how there's more to be found beneath the black.

This is not enough! This is not enough to prove it yet: No, I need to hit the bottom!

This is not enough! This is not enough to prove it yet: No, I need to hit the bottom!

Gotta get to the bottom of this.

Gonna get to the bottom of this.

Gotta get to the bottom of this.

Take you with me.

Bottle, well, or barrel; all are empty. Dug, or drank, or poured it out.

When too much is not enough there's plenty more where that came from around.

Looking up we see the point of entry, between where we are and we've been. Looking down I could say "Heaven sent me; Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!"

Gotta get to the bottom of this.

Gonna get to the bottom of this.

Gotta get to the bottom of this.

If it kills me.

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet: No, I need to hit the bottom!

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet: No, I need to hit the bottom!

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet: No, I need to hit the bottom!

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet: No, I need to hit the bottom!

[batfreshfromhell]

Looking up we see the point of entry

Between where we are and we’ve been

Looking up I could say Heaven sent me

Hand me my shovel, I’m going in!

- Will Wood and the Tapeworms ; "Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!"

[enby-toaster]

My heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket

In the deep city streets in the summer of 2012

And I never even saw her face

My dreams were shattered like a stained glass window

Jesus in pieces, I believe I threw a brick right through him

But my memory could not be saved

It just seems unlikely that it's me who was to blame

So I bookmark my DSM 'cause I need to remember my place, ow!

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet

No, I need to hit the bottom

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet

No, I need to hit the bottom

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Take you with me

My soul was crushed like a tall boy

Underneath the boots on the curb

And I'm still picking up my molars

And putting them back in my face

My name was soiled by a last call spill

With a backwash swill and the blackout killed me

Sober on impact from a fall from grace

Take the road on higher ground and tell me

"Don't look down! You'll fall and break your back!"

But that just reminds me how

There's more to be found beneath the black

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet

No, I need to hit the bottom

This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet

No, I need to hit the bottom

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Take you with me

Bottle, well, or barrel? All are empty

Dug, or drank, or poured it out

When too much is not enough, there's plenty more

Where that came from around

Looking up, we see the point of entry

Between where we are and we've been

Looking up, I could say Heaven sent me

Hand me my shovel, I'm going in!

Looking up, we see the point of entry

Between where we are and we've been

Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me

Hand me my shovel, I'm going in

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get, gotta get

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get, gotta get

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Gotta, gotta get, gotta, gotta get, gotta get

Gotta get to the bottom of this

If it it kills me!

Gotta, gotta get gotta, ow

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Gotta get to the bottom of this

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Gotta get to the bottom of this

If it kills me

This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet

No, I need to hit the bottom

This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet

No, I need to hit the bottom

Oh, this, this is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet

No, I need to hit the bottom

This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet

No, I need to hit the bottom

You're trying to replace yourself

You're trying to replace yourself, you're trying to replace yourself

You're trying to replace yourself, you're trying to replace yourself

You're trying to replace yourself, you're trying to replace yourself

You're trying to replace yourself, you're-

Carving out a fact from a reckoning!

Beckoning your back, skin sagging off its skeleton

Levitating off the ground

Is another man wearing your face

All the other false identities

Remedies or enemies to mitigate your memories

Shuddered at what they found

When they stripped away the grace

Eulogy or biography, I'm who I ought to be

And that is God to me (never, never, never)

So, my God, what's wrong with me?

If who I wanna be might be

Never, never, never

Never, never, never

Never, never, never

No, never!

You'll never take me alive, baby, you'll never take me alive

You'll never take me, you'll never take me, you better pray that I die

You'll never take me alive, baby, you'll never take me alive

You'll never take me, you'll never take me, and no, you're never gon' find

Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself

Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself

Damn, I thought you're not your imposter

You're so sure you're not gonna get caught

Dead in your own skin

But you didn't choose what you were born in

And another man in your repertoire

Ready in your head and fed upon your memoirs

Still the same rules apply

From the birthday to the mourning

What you feel and what you do, are those things really you?

And if not, then what is? (Never, never, never)

So, my God, what's wrong with you?

And I'm still asking who that is

Never, never, never

Never, never, never

Never, never, never

No, never

You'll never take me alive, baby, you'll never take me alive

You'll never take me, you'll never take me, you better pray that I die

You'll never take me alive, baby, you'll never take me alive

You'll never take me, you'll never take me, and no, you're never gon' find

Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself

Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself

You'll never take me alive, baby (this is not enough)

You'll never take me alive (this is not enough to prove it yet)

You'll never take me, you'll never take me, you better pray that I die (no, I need to hit the bottom)

You'll never take me alive, baby (this is not enough)

You'll never take me alive (this is not enough to prove it yet)

You'll never take me, you'll never take me, you better pray that I die (no, I need to hit the bottom)

Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself

Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself

Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself

Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself, hey!