#mason does vocals

[just-otter-thoughts]

Hello

Hi! Welcome to my blog.

My name is Lex, but you can also call me Mason, Opeth, Vladislav (Vlad for short), Aragorn, Ezra, Thall and Paddy. I'm a certified otter and wish I had the confidence to post thirst traps like all these other otters on Tumblr. This blog is just posts that I think are cool and original funnyposts. I may reblog fanart and furry art sometimes.

I really fucking like music, especially progressive metalcore and progressive death metal (and a touch of djent). My favorite bands are Jinjer, Periphery, Opeth, Meshuggah and A Sense of Gravity. I also like pop (Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, Britney Spears) and EDM (Crystal Castles, Alice Glass). I like screaming a lot (the metal kind). Oh, and there's some artists I really like that I don't know how to categorize (Kim Dracula, Jazmin Bean). I'd like to be in a band at some point doing vocals.

I really fucking like Half-Life. Like really. If you want me to I can narrate the entire story from Half-Life 1 all the way over to Half-Life 2 Episode 2. I also am a huge fan of Portal and speedrun Portal 1. Under the cut is my latest Portal Inbounds run (257th place as of writing this).

I write fanfic sometimes, you can find that stuff under #writing and #fanfiction. Sometimes there'll be a poem and original fiction here and there.

Under the cut is my tagging system and some alt codes for myself (though you can use them as well). This post will have all the tags because Tumblr's search feature is dookie.

All the tags that use "Mason" as a first name are older, the ones that use "Lex" are newer. I'm tagging both because changing all the posts with the old tag would be a hassle.

#mason speaks his mind & #lex speaks his mind — Original posts.

#mason does vocals — Currently don't use this tag much, I used to post singing clips and what I thought were safe fry screams. Please don't listen to the screams. Please.

#mason takes meds — Inactive tag that I once used to report on how my psych meds were affecting me.

#lex shows himself — Pictures of me.

#lyric posting — Sometimes I just feel like posting lyrics and sometimes I like to go back and see those posts.

#important — Legal things and things to look at when feeling down.

I have a dreamcore/liminalcore sideblog which is @abaddon-of-secrets. I don't use it a lot at the moment but there's still stuff there. I also have a ventblog but I don't want anyone seeing that shit.

Hex codes for special characters:

U+2003 ->  [EM SPACE]

U+2013 -> – [EN DASH]

U+2014 -> — [EM DASH]

U+01F7 → Ƿ Uppercase Wynn

U+01BF → ƿ Lowercase Wynn

U+201A -> ‚ [SINGLE LOW-9 QUOTATION MARK] (comma for tags)

U+2122 -> ™ [TRADEMARK SYMBOL]

U+2026 -> … [HORIZONTAL ELLIPSIS]

Post that leads to alternate dashboards

Portal Inbounds run (no video only demos)

Portal Inbounds run with video (2min slower than my current PB)

[helloiamadrawer]

𝚃𝙰𝙳𝙲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 🎪

Warnings: none! just general/cute headcanons of the silly circus gang 🤸

Gangle can make some downright delicious matcha green tea, she has a set of cups and ofc tea bags in her room so when anyone in the circus is upset or stressed from a wacky adventure, she'd offer to make some for them. (Jax would probably be the only one to refuse but hey he's missing out)

All of the girls of the circus had a sleepover once (it was definitely Ragatha's idea :) ), and when it came to the most invigorating activity being a pillowfight, Zooble kind of hesitated.

"Yeah, I think I should opt out of this one you do know I hit hard Ragatha..right?"

"Oh come on Zoobs!" Ragatha cheered," If I can take a butcher knife to the head a thousand times you sure can't hit me harder than--oof!" a pillow ricocheted at her face, sending her bouncing around her room like a ball in a pinball machine (imagine the sound like the pinball makes while hitting the machine with the situation that is happening to Ragatha)

Finally coming back to solid ground, stars revolve around her head as she weaves from side to side as Zooble immediately ran to her followed by Pomni and Gangle to help the rag doll up and keep her steady. "I'm so sorry, I told you I hit too hard!" "Are you okay Ragatha?" Pomni asked cautiously, waving a hand in front of her face. "I'm good..no worries." she chuckled lightly, a wavered smile paved on her face from being clocked by a damn pillow. Rest assured, they never did pillowfights again because Zooble kicks too much ass lmaooo

Caine is a great singer AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE and here's how everyone knew: he left a door open one day leading to some sort of auditorium different than the one at the Tent, Pomni was the first to see the door, she hesitantly stepped into the other world.

An array of seats were swarmed through the area but no Npc's were in any of the seats but on stage there were a group of them singing a very flowing vocal number, it sounded nice and calming and then walking out in the middle of the stage was Caine, after their measure of singing was cut off by a motion of his hand, silence fell over until the chime of a triangle rang out and he started singing ♥️ his voice was remarkable (song below)

Pomni=flabbergasted and in awe that this a.i could sing so well, she could almost feel herself floating from the graceful power of his singing voice she HAD to tell everyone! she ran to everyone's room, spreading the word and by the time Caine finished performing, all the circus members applauded and cheered.

Ragatha and Gangle were crying a little cause it was so beautiful.

Caine was startled at first no one ever came to his singing performances but momentarily starts bowing in reciprocation of the wonderous appreciation for him.

Pomni has actually asked Caine if she could have a change of outfit, guess what the a.i does? JUST GUESS? Bro changes the color theme of her fit b r u h 😂

Jax and Bubble have kissed once but it was off camera

Zooble was so tired one day that the next morning Jax saw them sleeping in her own 'Zooble Box' full of their spare parts. The purple rabbit thought this would be a funny picture on the wall so he snapped one then getting slapped around by the grumpy assortment of parts after

Ragatha loves to bake. She could bake almost everything you could imagine. Her fav thing to make is pineapple upside down cake or peach cobbler 😋

Kinger collects fireflies in mason jars to have some light in his dark little pillowfort during the day and then the following night he sets them free into the night. he thinks of them as his tiny house guards 🥺🥺🥺

Whenever somebody is in emotional turmoil, instead of Ragatha being the one for emotional advice Pomni has learned to take her place sometimes since she has transformed Gummigoo into a more hopeful being after his traumatic realization of him being an npc 🥲

She's invented her own kind of comforting strat s since she has known now that her friends really care about her. You can say it kind of inspired her to be like Ragatha but in her own unique way 💟

Zooble listens to breakcore/vogue music because it helps them with being comfortable with their mix n' match parts and feeling whole. Sometimes feeling like a fem/them queen helps being in this hellhole of a digital realm 💅

Jax would say rizz and not know what it means, just only says it cause it sounds cool 🙄 bro is literally rizzing up ppl in the show (watch the pilot or ep 2 you'll see what i mean)

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

yooo is there any chance I can request parent headcanons for the safehouse crew (cod: bocw)??? been replaying the bo2 campaign and the Adler is Graves' father theory has a grip on me esp recently now that that mf is coming back

I imagine that Adler is a pretty distant parent, what with work in the CIA taking up most of his time and probably isn't able to see his kid much to begin with after the divorce, no doubt his ex wife has full custody of any of the children they had during that marriage. he's the kind of dad to buy his teenage kid expensive gifts to make up for the times he couldn't be there, usually related to something they were mildly interested in when they were like 7. And that thing is probably one of the only things he knows about them because they ranted about it to him when they were really young and naive. Russ is not as good as vocalizing his affection, but he's observant, and would zero in on any information and likes that his kid has when they express it... It's just that the usually don't with the distance between them. I think he does genuinely care about his child and still wants to show that they appreciate them, but just doesn't know how to properly connect with them on an emotional level, and usually doesn't even have the time. I don't think he'd treat his kid much differently based on their gender, he's still an emotionally-supressed mostly absentee father that his child would kind of just grow to resent as they get older. Adler is the 'he tried' dad. (I hc that Graves his kid is also the most likely to have a wild rebellious teens phase, and he'd kind of just let it happen so long as they aren't getting into any legal trouble because at that point their relationship would be so strained and he's just kinda apathetic about it. I think he's the type that would come home late to catch his kid smoking, and the only thing he'd do is ask why they started and if they know the consequences of it, then promptly asks for one and never brings it up again.)

Hudson, on the contrary, would be the perfect dad. Girl dad 100%, this man has a wife and two daughters (I think, might need to double check this one, but point still stands because I think he'd be good with girls). This man deserves a bo burnham 1985 edit. I think that he's really the type of guy who tries to squeeze in as much quality time with his family even with his work, and is the type to frequently show affection and pride for his children. Jason is completely soft for his wife and children, in contrast to how much of a no-nonsense hardass he is on the job. I am utterly convinced that this is the man who would always play along with his daughter's tea parties when he has tine and would never miss any of his son's games (he'd ask Jenny to record it for him if he's knows he's gonna be on a mission for a long time). I imagine that he really goes the extra mile to be the best role model for his kids, being both responsible and loving even with the limited presence he has because of his job. Hudson is the father figure some us needed in life ngl.

I don't think Mason would be an abusive dad contrary to what most people would take away from the one interaction we see with him and a very young David. I definitely think he'd have some major anger issues though, no doubt that trauma from The Numbers™️ and all the shit he's gone through as soldier and later CIA op would have an impact on him. He would never lay a hand on his own kid, but he's definitely shouted at them pretty frequently and has likely broken objects around them when he's angry. Much more so after his wife's death and being left as a single dad who barely has any idea what he's doing, and the only other person who can rein him in from it is Frank. I think he's more affectionate and less emotionally distant than Adler, but still just not as close as he should be to his child. He'd apologize for his outbursts and all but, being raised with traditional values from the 30s-40s, he isn't really the type to have those heartfelt talks about feelings because men are supposed to be strong and being emotional makes you weak and all that crap. Would be tougher with a son, and stricter with a daughter. Alex would become a lot more understanding and open over time when his kid grows older, and mellow out as an old man and just be proud of how they turned out despite how he was. The anger issues never really dissipates, but he learns to control it and be better for his kid for the remainder of his life. Mason is the dad you'd resent and have so much anxiety over in your teens and twenties but eventually make up with and get closure by your late thirties or so.

Woods would definitely be more of a fun uncle than a dad. More of the tough love type, but will always remind his kid that they're appreciated at the end of the day. But I also imagine he's a lot more reckless snd clumsy, specially as a first-time father. May not be perfect, has his own shortcomings in a lot of places, but he's really trying his best. I imagine that he probably tiptoed a lot when it came to raising David, trying not to yell at him too much and tried to be his anchor as much as he can after he was tricked into killing Alex (and then promptly going off on him when he shows face again after thirty years). Frank would be considerate and very vocal about his appreciation for his kid despite . Woods is the lovable old man that you'd have a lot of funny memories to look back on, and cussing you out is just his own way of saying he loves you.

I don't have as much thoughts on them but I think Park would be very overprotective, especially if she had a daughter. Would shelter her child and be very strict with them, making sure she knows how and where her kid is all the time, who her kid is with, and how safe they are. Would make her child wear a tracker watch and tell her all and any people they meet or see. Madam Shell's betrayal and her brother's death have definitely left a mark on her, and she would excessively worry about them at all times, to the point of it being suffocating and very invasive Lazar is the balance to this, more lenient and lets his kid have a right to privacy and freedom. Sure, he still worries a lot, but he has enough faith in his child to let then go off on their own when they're at an appropriate age. I also imagine that he gives the best best hugs. Sims would be somewhere in between, albeit more leaning on the stricter side.

AHHHH THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER I'M SORRY

bUuuuT

i love this idea so I'm gonna do silly little headcannons for it

How the Safehouse Crew treat their kid

Russell Adler

He's absolutely an absent dad

It's not that he does it on purpose, it's just what happens with his job

Russell tries so hard. So hard to be there, but a lot of the time he just can't because of work

If his kid does any sports, you can bet your ass that he's gonna be at any games he can

Now, that's not a lot, but still

Adler absolutely cheers the loudest anytime that his kid does anything

He'll also argue with the refs or umpires about dumb calls

Has been kicked out multiple times

Russell also buys his kid anything that they want

Christmas with him is like out of a damn movie

Presents are practically stacked to the roof and each one is more extravagant than the last

Is definitely the type of parent to dump a bunch of money on his kid for whatever they want

It's his way of making up for barely being around

Has missed his visitation days a lot

Every time he does, Adler sends money and presents as an apology

One time, his kid was staying over at his house because they got into an argument with their mom

He came home late and was met with the sight of his only child smoking cigarettes in the living room

"You know what those do to your lungs?"

The kid just stared for a second before nodding in shock

"Good. Don't be surprised when you get lung cancer. Lord knows I'm already getting close to that. Give me one."

The kid hands over the whole pack, and Adler takes one, lights it, and hands it back. "Don't tell your mother."

On the times that he actually has off and has the kid, he tries to make a whole day out of spending time together

Adler takes them to an amusement park or something, and its just plain awkward the whole time

But, by the end of the day, they're just a little closer

Mainly because they had a heart to heart on the car ride home

They even hugged!

Yay!

And then nothing changed

Boo >:(

Jason Hudson

Girl dad 100%

He's the dad that everyone needs

So supportive, no matter what

Jason does, in fact, have two girls. And, if I remember right, he loves them more than anything

This man absolutely has been caught playing princesses and knights with his daughters by his wife

His favorite thing is to sit at the tiny tables and have a tea party

Loves his kids so much

If he had a son, Hudson would teach him how to throw a football

Definitely would push him to join a sport

If he does, Hudson goes to every game

Just like Adler, he cheers the loudest

If his girls get boyfriends, you can bet your ass that he's going to let them know that he has multiple guns and absolutely knows how to use it

#WillThreatenToKillThem

Jason has to be told by his wife to leave them alone

He only does because he loves his wife so so much and he'd kill for her

Lots of physical affection

Hugs and all that good stuff

His kids definitely won't be touch starved

Is absolutely who they go to first whenever something happens and they need help/support

If he ever catches his kid doing something that they shouldn't, like smoking, he has to try really hard not to yell at them. He pretty much has to walk away to cool off before he can approach the conversation in a way that he wants to

Hudson and his kid are going to have a long talk that ends in a hug and a promise not to do it again

Overall his kids are well behaved and he's a good dad

Alex Mason

My poor boy

I love him so much, anger issues and all

Any time that he screams and breaks things in front of his kid, he calls Woods to come and pick them up so he can take care of things

He always feels horrible after he yells. Alex never wanted to hurt anyone. Quite the opposite, actually. He just doesn't know how to control his anger

Throughout the kids developmental years, he tries his best not to yell or get angry, but a lot of the time he can't stop himself in time

In comes one Frank Woods, who ends up coming over and taking the kid out for ice cream or to the park or just for a drive

He ends up being that cool uncle that the kid goes to when something happens

When he gets discharged (Honorably) from the military, Mason ends up going to therapy

And anger management classes

Only reason he does is because his kid ends up yelling back when he gets angry

And he realizes that he fucked up :(

So that helps him mellow out for his kids later years

Definitely apologizes to his kid for how they were raised

Alex won't over explain or get all mushy, but it'll come up as a simple "I'm sorry for how you were raised," and leave it at that

Will express his feelings through gifts or spending quality time with his kid

If he gets grandkids, Alex will take that as the time to make up for his kids shitty childhood

Best granddad for real

When he's older, he won't mind as much when it comes to telling his kid that he's proud of them

Lots of praise

Frank Woods

HE'S SO BABY GIRL I CAN'T

LOOK AT THIS GIF

Anyway

Definitely the type of dad to pretend that his kid is in trouble and then it turns out to be a prank

He would absolutely do it just like he did in the scene of the gif

Frank wouldn't yell at his kid, more just yell in general

He'll scream over football games, tv shows, dropping something, anything

He does not care

His kid would be used to loud noises by double digits

Woods would absolutely not know that his kid was sneaking out until Alex caught them

He doesn't particularly care, but he's a little disappointed that they didn't ask him if they could go

Instead of yelling, he would sit them down and have a serious discussion

Lots of "You could have just asked," and, "How many times have you done it?"

Basically he'd get his kid to quit because he knows it's a bad habit

I can't remember if he's a smoker or not, but if he is he would go through the process of quitting with said kid

Helen Park

She's kind of a shitty mom, ngl

Park can be good at it when she wants to, but she's got her own shit that he's going through

She can't handle a kid

In the early years, she's a little neglectful and absent

Then she does a full 180 and goes full over-protective mom mode

Trackers, constant phone calls, reassuring messages

The whole nine yards

She'll try her best to stop if her kid says something, but her anxiety is way too high to stop fully

Definitely the kind of mom to apologize through gifts

One fond memory that her kid would have of their younger years is her sneaking into their room and climbing into bed with them

She just sat there and held them, silently telling them how much she loved them

Helen thought their kid was asleep, not awake and hearing everything she was saying

Park definitely let her kid sneak into her bed when they had nightmares or got sick

She secretly loves it and is sad when they stop doing it

Okay that's all I got-

I didn't mean for this to take so long to make

[dustedmagazine]

Butthole Surfers — Rembrandt Pussyhorse (Matador)

Photo by Jerry Milton

Given the amount of ink spilled and pixels configured concerning the music and cultural phenomena associated with the Butthole Surfers, it seems a daunting task to find anything new to say about the band — even about a record as excellent as Rembrandt Pussyhorse, first released 38 years ago (say what) on Touch and Go and presently being given the vinyl reissue treatment by Matador. But two things obviate the perceived difficulty registered just above: somehow, someway, Rembrandt Pussyhorse sounds like it could have come out yesterday on some currently über-hip, punk-adjacent underground label (say, Feel It Records from Cincinnati, or London’s La Vida Es un Mus); and for certain, it feels a very particular, vividly upsetting sort of way to listen to these demented, raging and inspired songs in March of 2024, as we struggle and lurch our way toward spring.

For example: Give “Strangers Die Everyday” a spin and try not to think about Gaza. That shouldn’t be a compelling match, of past music with present, all-too-real event. The song features a nigh-histrionic, Bela-Lugosi-as-the-Count organ, plastic fangs chewing on cheap, drywall scenery. Gibby Haynes does some of his bullhorn-mediated vocal antics, and sounds of bad plumbing bubble up into the mix. It’s the Butts in nightmare mode, which was always a vertiginous blend of ruthless ugliness and brain-rattled hilarity, and there is nothing funny about Gaza. Nothing at all. But keep listening. “Strangers Die Everyday” ends up expressing a deranged pathos. The organ is hammy, but the melody is mournful. The glurping, glooping bubbling evokes looking down a mostly stopped-up drain, which is always a bum-out experience, woven into the textures of the “Everyday” world nodded to in the song’s title. It situates the sadness and disgust in a feeling tone. But just exactly where is your everyday world? If you can tune in and make an additional metaphorical leap (to all the drains in Gaza, and in Myanmar, and in Ethiopia, and elsewhere, all of them backed up and drowned by unstanched cataracts of blood, from the bodies of all of those strangers), you will feel a particular sort of weight in your gut.

The Butts’ best stuff always worked the spaces in which earnestness, nausea and a decidedly bonkers mirthfulness overlap. Perhaps “collide” is a better word for the music’s resulting dynamic. In their early recordings, you can hear them bashing and stumbling their way toward ever-more-effective smash-ups of sharply opposing affects: the delirious one-two punch of “Suicide” and “The Revenge of Anus Presley” from Butthole Surfers (1983); the ebullient, anxious, headlong hallucination that is “Dum Dum” from …Another Man’s Sac (1984). The best performance of that sort of collision on Rembrandt Pussyhorse is “Perry,” which initially registers as a hyperbolic parody of the theme music to Perry Mason. Natch, let the laffs commence. The organ is back, but this time it’s in full Phantom-of-the-Opera mode, rollicking and tempestuous, Lon Chaney grinning horribly. Haynes delivers the laffs, howling and whooping himself breathless.

Keep listening. “Perry” takes its turn toward something more than parodic goofiness when Haynes provides a series of anaphoric itineraries: “It’s about coming of age / It’s about learning how to do it / It’s about learning how to experience things the way they ought to be experienced….” And so on. It’s a reckless thing, following Haynes into that improvisatory philosophical space: How, precisely, should things be experienced? What would a Butthole Surfer say? “It’s talking about being the slave boy / It’s talking about giving head when you’re 6 years old / It’s talking about enjoying these things….” You can just about see Raymond Burr blanch, even in black and white — and sure, it’s the Butts being the Butts, invoking a series of transgressive, taboo images, perhaps only for the charge of the transgression itself.

But there are other ways to hear the transgression. We might take the reference to Perry Mason a little more seriously. In the summer of 1986, just months after Rembrandt Pussyhorse was released, the Meese Commission on Pornography published its final report, a Puritanical screed that sought to throw the full moral weight of the Justice Department (yeah, yeah, I know) behind a juridical condemnation and potential outlawing of sex work, porn consumption and kink. The most liberal — in the hard sense of that word — readings of the Report’s recommendations would likely sanction tossing a band called the Butthole Surfers and songs like “Perry” (and “Lady Sniff,” “The Shah Sleeps in Lee Harvey’s Grave,” “Moving to Florida,” and later just about every song on Locust Abortion Technician and Hairway to Steven…) onto the pile with all the copies of Hustler and Torso and the endless numbers of VCAvideocassettes — not to mention the models and actors themselves, and all the folks who watched them and looked at them and felt pleasure.

It's not a hard history to uncover when you listen closely. Reagan’s reinvigoration of the American Right in part drew upon Jerry Falwell’s political turn, and the idea that evangelicals could have real power if they participated in the electorate, rather than regarding it as the fallen domain of a lesser law. In 2024, the Republican Party takes that evangelical vote for granted, and its full complicity with the array of MAGA-affiliated constituencies has created a new set of political alliances, issuing in events like January 6 and the Q Shaman leading a prayer service in the evacuated Senate chamber. Not sure even Haynes could conjure that image. Return to the record. The echoes of Raymond Burr’s voice, in full closing-statement declamation, reverberate out from “Perry” to the Butts’ magisterial cover of “American Woman”: “All right, you little creep, come out of there! We know your name!” We’ve got you surrounded! Where’s Mike Pence?

No one would argue that the Butts possessed anything like socio-political prescience when they recorded Rembrandt Pussyhorse. They were too busy experiencing things the way they had to experience them, to make the music that they had to make. And some of us enjoyed it. Still do. That may be reason enough to return to the record — or to reissue it. But the band somehow tapped into some very serious energies circulating in the mid-1980s: the Reagan Administration’s bloody-minded Christian nationalism (read some of his speeches, you’ll hear it); the Israeli Labor Party’s “Iron Fist” policy of 1985 and the accompanying intensification of settler activity, all of which would soon lead to the First Intifada. And here we are: Gaza on fire and self-identified Christian Nationalists like MTG and Tommy Tuberville setting policy. Here we are, in the “Whirling Hall of Knives��� Haynes and Paul Leary and the rest of the band set in motion in 1986. Even today, especially today, it cuts deep. It draws blood. Strangers die everyday.

Jonathan Shaw

[dynasty889]

Okay so Jay’s playing the live video one last time but I’m gonna say my thoughts before it comes out on Spotify haha. (Watched it twice)

Alright so one there were lots of technical difficulties lmao so I had to switch from my iPad to my phone, so the first listening time I missed both Polites and Odysseus’ mom verse. and it’s late where I am so I had to just hold my phone to my ear and listen.

But anyway all that said I could hear stuff better the second time and it was less glitchy. Just from the listening party I think my favorite song is Monster.

However, my favorite scene is definitely when Odysseus’ mom shows up (can’t be bothered to look up her real name). Not only the fact that Jay actually got his mom to voice that part but the fact that she sings the same melody for “waiting” as Penelope does in The Challenge 😭😭 I wasn’t ready. It almost sounded like his mom was speaking unaware that he was right there the whole time.

I also really liked when the soldiers sang in the first song. The ensemble vocals were amazing. I’m not even gonna dive into how amazing Mason’s voice is because it’ll take too much time but holy crap does he have a voice.

(I’ll do a full thoughts on the songs once they get released on Spotify and I can hear them more clearly)

[broadwaydivastournament]

Broadway Divas Tournament: Round 1D

Luba Mason (1961) has led a multi-hyphenate career with stage shows like How to Succeed...(1995), Girl from the North Country (2020), and Chicago as Velma Kelly. Her exquisite vocal talents have led her to trademark her own musical style "mixtura," and she has toured internationally in concerts alongside her 17-time Grammy-winner husband Ruben Blades. Luba is a first-generation of Slovak descent and cycled through several stage names in the 90s (Kim Freshwater, Lubitza Gregus, Luba Gregus) until settling into Luba Mason.

Annette Bening (1958) is a two-time Tony nominee for Costal Disturbances (1987), and All My Sons (2019). Though primarily a screen actress, she makes our list because she is the newly appointed Chair of the Board for the Entertainment Community Fund (formerly the Actors' Fund), a charitable organization that provides "human services nationally for people who work in film, theater, television, music, opera, radio and dance." This organization is a vital part of Broadway's vast support system, and her taking over from Brian Stokes Mitchell's 20+ year service is a big change.

PROPAGANDA AND MEDIA UNDER CUT: ALL POLLS HERE

"I am looking...respectfully. Luba Mason is 5'10" and I want to climb this woman like a tree. I have a very short list of women whose voices I have fallen in love with from the very first note, and she is damn near at the top of the list. An alto over sixty who leans into her sex appeal? Oh, fuck yeah. The sheer confidence to play the drums wearing THAT outfit? Unmatched."

"Big fan of Annette Bening playing lesbians on screen, but this poll isn't about that. So. Allow me to use this space to talk about the great work the Entertainment Community Fund does. While it's more synonymous with Broadway than Hollywood, any actor, musician, entertainer, stage/film crew, etc. is eligible to take advantage of its services and seek aid. The transfer of leadership into Annette's capable hands means a shift to the West Coast, at least in terms of where she's based. Whether this will mean any major upheaval for the mainly East Coast-based organization remains to be seen."

[tempestuous-tempest]

Random Headcanons (Mainly Fallout and The Outer Worlds) Part 1

Deacon:

Deacon doesnt like people touching him though he will touch other people. Pats on the shoulder after a job went a little sideways, Slight elbow nudge to the arm when he thinks someone should take over the conversation, even a high five for a job well done. "Hey High-five! Whoops, too slow!"

He also cant handle seeing his own reflection. No matter how many face changes he gets he still sees the person he used to be. The person he hates.

Gage:

Gage hates Nuka Cola because though it has many flavors he's just tired of drinking it all the time. He would rather drink the trash filled Irradiated water than a Nuka Cola. Every time you pick one up, he sighs loudly.

MacCready:

MacCready is addicted to instant cup ramen. Change my mind. You're on a mission and he's just slurping noodles obnoxiously just to upset you.

If TOW and Fo4 companions hung out together, He and Felix would be best friends.

X6-88:

Obviously the Fancy Lad Snack Cakes would be a headcanon. It's a fun one.

The most honest person ever but he'll lie only when he deems it absolutely necessary.

Mason:

Mason sleeps with a teddy bear that he's had since he was little. It's pretty worn looking but other than that it's well taken care of. He named it "Rudie" and will go off on anyone who dares to touch him.

Definitely has the best vocal animal impressions

Also, would have been a Leash kid.

Boone:

Boone would be the dino chicken nugget addicted friend. That's all.

Felix:

Cant read or write and it is something he's insecure about.

He can't flirt whatsoever. Like he seriously has barely any idea what he's doing and anything he does know is from serials.

Vicar Max:

Maxie can speak fluent spanish. No good enough explanations besides the fact his last name is a spanish surname and these are my headcanons

Arguments against him are unwinnable. Either he ends up right or drags it on so long it ends in a "agree to disagree" type way

It's canon that his handwriting is terrible but Im still putting it here

To be continued

[sprnklersplashes]

time won't fly (8/?) ao3

wondering if I dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life

It all goes grey.

Vaguely, she’s aware of the fact that she’s screaming, but she doesn’t feel it in her throat, and the sound is just a distant buzz in the background. While her body screams, Veronica just looks over at JD, the words she would say sticking in the back of her throat. Slowly, she rises, or thinks she does, and moves over to him, her steps stiff, careful. As if treading across a minefield. He doesn’t move for her, just waits on the edge of the table, black coat falling over the edge. Typical, she thinks. He just sits there, chin tilted proudly, like he owns the world.

She comes beside him, close enough to touch. He grins at her, all sharp and crooked lines, and her hand twitches.

“You don’t look happy to see me,” he says. 

‘I’m not’ she goes to say, but the words never come. He hears her though-of fucking course he does-and he swings around so that one knee is propped up on the table. When he tilts his head forward, she can see the dimples indenting his cheeks.

“I get it,” he says. “You’re mad.”

She almost laughs, she would if she could feel her vocal chords. She wishes it were as simple as being mad. At least mad is a word, with a meaning. If she wanted to name this, she’d have to untangle every messed-up thread that led her here, and that alone doesn’t bear thinking about.

Rather than wait for an answer, JD hops off the table, his stride effortlessly confident as he comes toward her, like this is exactly where he knew she’d end up. Maybe he did, Machiavellian bastard that he is. 

She doesn’t look up until he’s right beside her and his shadow eclipses the overhead light. Carefully, he lifts his hand, as if to take her chin, but seeing the look on her face, he drops it.

She would say he thought better of it, but he never thinks better of anything. Isn’t that his whole thing? He can’t think of a better world unless he burns down the one that’s here.

“You’re upset,” he tells her. “Freaking out, probably. And fine. I wouldn’t expect anything less.” His hand is on her shoulder then. If she could feel her body, she would recoil at his touch. She would. No matter how endless his eyes are; she won’t get lost in them again. She won’t. “But you have bigger problems than me right now.”

JD shoves her, and the world goes white.

“Veronica!”

All at once she jerks back into her body, and she feels everything. Her heart is pounding in her chest, her ears ring, her throat burns, her head collides harshly with the wall behind her. Dull ache blooms at the back of her skull; the pain slots her mind back into place and finally, her vision clears.

The doctor is squatting beside her, her eyes blown wide in concern. Glove-clad fingers rest on her knee, her other hand sits on the back of Veronica’s head and she’s softly asking her if she can hear her. Veronica nods once, then twice, and then she lets Dr Mason lift her to her feet and guide her to the chair, press a cup of water in her hand. It’s crisp and cold against her scarred throat.

With the doctor momentarily distracted, she glances around the room. She can’t see him, but she won’t believe that he’s gone. His presence is everywhere; she feels him in the goosebumps on her neck, hears him the tick of the clock.

“Veronica,” the doctor begins. “I see this is a rather distressing idea for you. Should we call your mother in?”

“No,” she says quickly. “I-I’d prefer to tell my parents myself.” Mason blinks slowly, her eyes flicker up and down Veronica’s figure, but she doesn’t press it. She only nods and notes something down on a chat. 

She has a chart now, Veronica realises. A pit opens up in her stomach, dark and deep, sucking the air from her lungs. 

“Well, we will need to get some things in order,” Dr Mason says. “Your medical history, for one. And that of the father.” It doesn’t escape her how she hesitates on the word ‘father’, how it’s said with caution that Veronica can’t fault. “And we will need to book you in for an ultrasound, hopefully this week.”

“This week,” she repeats dumbly. Veronica looks around the room, trying to see where Heather has gone off to-there’s a strange kind of unease that creeps in without her quips. And as she does, her hand travels to her abdomen and without wanting to, she lets out a small, strangled squeak, forced through her tight throat. 

There’s a baby in there. A god damn baby.

“Veronica?” She lifts her head, the weight almost unbearable on her shoulders. Mason is handing her some brochures that look far too glossy for the environment they’re in. Warily, Veronica takes them, turns them over in her hand. One has your pregnancy journey written across the top and boasts a picture of a serene-looking lady, lovingly rubbing her bump with her broad-shouldered, smiling man beside her. She gags and folds it over to see the other one.

Beneath it is… Veronica stiffens. There’s not much on it; all it shows is a small, red-brick building, an address and phone number printed squarely beneath it and the name above. It’s an abortion clinic, she realises, and a cold wash descends over her. She tightens her hold and the pages crinkle.

“They do take walk-ins,” is all Dr Mason says. 

“Thank you,” she croaks weakly, then Mason lets her go.

If the car journey there was awkward, the journey back is death by slow suffocation. Ever since she emerged from the doctor’s office, her mom has been asking non-stop what happened, and Veronica’s mumbled excuses of “I’ll tell you at home” didn’t do much to deter her, even if it is for her mom’s benefit as much as it is Veronica’s. If Veronica told her now, they’d end up back in a hospital because her mom crashed the car.

Eventually, her mom relents, reasoning out loud that “I suppose if it were really important it wouldn’t wait, would it?”. Veronica had to turn her head and bite her tongue to suppress the laugh building in her throat. She did manage a quick nod, and a “mm-hm” too, and her mom took that as a sign to tell her about the ‘dreadful screaming’ she had heard while waiting.

“Someone must have gotten some awful news,” she sighs wistfully. Veronica looks out the window. The pavement passes in a grey blur.

The hair on her neck rises, her pack prickles.

As her mom slows for a red light, Veronica looks over her shoulder at the backseat, and is startled by the emptiness she finds there. There’s nothing there, only stained black seat covers and Heather is gone. Kurt and Ram are gone. And as for JD… He’s not gone. She still feels him, his presence burrowed beneath her skin. But he’s not making himself known. He’s sulking somewhere she can’t see, dark eyes sparkling as he watches the mess he made. Veronica’s hand flexes at her side, moving ahead of her mind so that when she realises what she’s searching for, her skin crawls with it. 

She’s searching for his hand, the warmth of his fingers between hers and the steadfastness of his palm against hers. He’d held her that way during Heather’s memorial, when the school thought called her a slut, in quiet moments between classes. Because even though she did the worst things she’d ever done, even though she took her soul and twisted it inside out, she was doing it with him. Her world had been chaos, and terror, and fire, but he was there beside her, brushing ash out of her hair.

This time, he’s left her on her own.

The thought pierces her heart. Veronica clenches her fist and nestles it in her lap, presses her fingers tighter until the skin cracks and her nails are stained red.

The street feels quiet when they pull into the drive. Of course it is; it’s a Saturday morning so the kids are off at soccer practise, the teenagers are sleeping til 12 and the parents are grabbing onto a few hours of quiet before they’re reminded they have kids. Not everyone is out there getting life-altering news they have to break to their parents before the time hits double digits.

Still, it feels too quiet, even with that explanation behind it. When Veronica steps out of the car, she can’t help feeling judged; like the whole town is collectively holding its breath, waiting to see what turn her life takes now. 

How is it possible that a person feels so alone and at the same time so inescapably watched?

Her mom beats her to the door. Beneath her expectant gaze, Veronica wanders into the house, taking shaky steps on the worn carpet. The house has shrunk since the last time she was here; the walls press against her skin, the skirting board scratches her heels. Each heartbeat knocks against furniture and family photos, threatening to shake them out of their frames. By the time they walk into the kitchen, Veronica can feel the doorframe wrap itself around her neck. If she’s lucky, it will choke her to death before she has to say anything.

“So. How was the doctor’s?” her dad asks. He’s sitting at the table, newspaper open but most likely unread in front of him. If she touched the coffee mug beside it, she’d probably find it stone cold. 

“Well, Veronica waited until we got home to tell us.” Her mom crosses to the table, puts her bag down beside her. For the first time, Veronica notices the tightness in her expression; her pinched lips and knotted brows. How long has she been like this? “Go on, sweetie. What did they say?”

This is it. Standing in the middle of her kitchen, the same kitchen she had birthday parties and did algebra homework in. Looking around, she finds the last scraps of normalcy are in this room. JD never set foot in here, neither did Heather Chandler. This room might be the one place in Sherwood she didn’t fuck up, and now she’s here to break that. 

Classic Veronica.

She straightens her back, looks around, breathes in. With no Martha to break her fall, no Heather to push her buttons and no JD to hold her hand, she says it, flat, automatic, barely audible over her roaring heart.

“I’m pregnant.” 

Hands clasped together, Veronica watches as her parents’ take in the news; how their expressions change in complete harmony. First, they both blink, then again, heads nodding as the words register. Then, their mouths fall open just slightly as their hands reach blindly across the table. Even their skin works in tandem, losing colour at the exact same second. Veronica can’t guess what’s going on in their heads, if this was their biggest nightmare or something they never could have imagined. 

As for her, the words linger on her tongue. They taste like ash. 

Finally, it’s her dad who speaks up.

“How…. how are you pregnant?” he asks. Veronica snorts, the sound so unlike her that she thought Heather had made a reappearance. 

“I think…. I think we know how she got pregnant,” her mom says, delicate at first, but then her voice builds. “What I want to know is who? And when? And how the hell did you let this happen, Veronica?” By the end, her mom is almost hysterical. Veronica flinches, her name in that tone feels like a knife against her skin. When her mom rises, the chair almost hits the floor. “Who the hell is the father?”

“Exactly,” her dad agrees. He’s glad to have something to hold onto, and it seems this will be the guiding light for the conversation. “Who the hell is this boy who went and got you pregnant?”

“He’s no-one,” she hears herself say. The most untrue thing she could have said, and she can feel JD’s offence at it. She raises her eyebrows at him, dares him to come out and say it to her face. “He’s not important.”

“Not important?” Her dad storms round the table and comes close to her, pale face now turning red. “Veronica, of course it’s important! You act like a ghost for weeks, then you come in here and tell us you’re pregnant and you won’t even tell us who the father is?”

“He doesn’t matter,” she says again louder this time. Shame burns in her cheeks, her stomach, beneath her skin. 

“He matters!” her dad shouts. Veronica flinches, a gasp builds and sticks in her throat. Beneath her ribs, her heart beats, and beats, punches against her chest. It must show on her face, because her dad sinks back, confusion and guilt mar his face. “If he doesn’t want to be a father, fine, but the least he can do is pay some child support.”

“He’s not going to pay child support,” she mumbles. And she will never know why this, after everything, is what made everything real. She saw his last moments, watched the bomb blow him apart, she stood by the pool of blood and flesh that used to be him. Yet this is the moment JD becomes dead. Her chest is hollow. “He’s not paying child support.”

“Well to hell with that,” her dad declares, puffing out his chest like a righteous hero. “Who is this boy, Veronica? I’ll go down to his house and have a word with his parents-”

“Mike-” her mom whispers. Her eyes on Veronica, she reaches out and softly grasps her dad’s arm. Realisation dawns, slowly. “Mike-”

“No! If this boy was prepared to be as reckless as he was, he can damn well face the consequences. I don’t care how old he is, Veronica is seventeen and-”

“He’s not paying child support because he’s dead!”

As soon as she’s said it, her hand flies to her mouth, and hot, ugly sobs are wrecking through her. It leaks through her fingers, drips like blood onto the floor.

“He’s fucking dead! Go and yell at his dad all you want but it won’t fucking do anything because he’s dead!” 

Her parents are silent, eyes wide, mouths hanging open. Veronica gasps, the sound is wrenched from somewhere deep inside of her. Then, she stumbles backwards, her ice cold hands press against the counter. The floor sinks beneath her. When she breathes, the air is tinged with ash.

“He’s dead,” she says again and before her parents say anything, she is running upstairs.

JD is waiting for her, lounging against her bedroom window with one leg propped against the wall. Veronica doesn’t greet him, just lets the door fall closed behind her, bit by bit, the creaking wood filling the silence between them. It’s a rare thing when she can’t hear her parents knocking around downstairs, and the house feels lifeless without it. She took the last spark and squashed it.

“Don’t give yourself too much credit, Ronnie,” he tells her. “I like to think I helped out a little.”

“Shut up.” Under JD’s gaze, Veronica sinks onto her bed, her limbs limp at her side. Sharp, prickling pain clusters at her temples and she feels herself tilting forwards. She could fall right to the floor, land in a heap or just keep going. The idea doesn’t scare her, not nearly as much as her reality does.

“So. What’s the plan now?” JD asks. Despite the ache in her head, she snaps up, her jaw clamped tightly shut. JD shrugs, twirls his necklace around his fingers. “I assume you have a plan. You normally do.”

“That was you,” she replies, slightly surprised at her finding her voice in front of him. “You made the plans, JD. I just…” Her voice trails off. JD looks at her, amused, and the question in his eyes is the same as the one in her head; ‘what did you do, Veronica?’. She lost track of the times she’s asked herself that.

It doesn’t matter, she decides with a shake of her head. She knows what she’s going to do; she’s known since the doctor handed her that flyer. It sits in her pocket now, she takes it out and smooths it on her lap. Jagged white cracks run across it, right through the red brick building. She swallows. The air turns cold.

“The plan is I get rid of it,” she says. It’s her voice, but it’s devoid of any life that would make it human. She doesn’t even feel the vibration in her throat. When she looks up, JD has frozen, lips slightly parted. It would be a gasp, if he could still breathe. 

“Wow,” he mumbles

“If I get rid of it, I get rid of you,” she says. “That’s how it works, right? If I get rid of it you go away.”

“It might be,” he replies. There’s a coy smile on his lips, but just underneath it, Veronica can see the control slip out of his grip. He’s got no idea what he’s doing here. She wonders if he even cares. “But is that what you want, Sawyer? To get rid of me?”

“Absolutely,” she says through gritted teeth. JD clicks his tongue, a glimmer in his dark eyes. Her muscles seize when he rises, poised to fight as he makes the leisurely walk from the window to her bed. As he sits down beside her, the sheets are undisturbed. 

“Are you sure about that, Ronnie?” he asks, the nickname sweet as honey on his tongue. “Because you sounded pretty damn upset when you told your parents I’m dead.” She sees his arm move and though she can’t feel it, she knows that his fingers are grazing hers. “You could keep me around for as long as you want.”

There’s barely an inch of space between them and damn. There’s no other word for it. Her heart is blazing in her chest, it’s a wildfire, it’s a hurricane. As shameful as it is to admit, this moment makes so much of the last few months make sense, because what was she going to do? She met someone who made her feel more alive than she knew how to be and she was ever going to walk away from it? 

(Yes, she should have-but where else was she going to find this kind of heat? It doesn’t exist now that he’s gone)

“Veronica,” he whispers teasingly. The words tilt, a grin stretches across his face. His curls fall across his forehead. His smile is crooked, deceptively soft. Laugh lines crease his face, a slight gap in his front teeth. She could trace the freckles on his cheeks and nose, scattered there like dandelion seeds. “Do you want to get rid of me?”

Her hand twitches. She grabs it and forces herself to be still. She looks him in the eye, makes her face a mask.

“Yes,” she says. And in spite of all the lies she’s told so far, it’s this one that feels the heaviest.

Worst of all, JD grins. Because he sees right through her; he always could and he always will. 

fanfic fundraiser for palestine

[bubblyernie]

Can we get more Milo and Charlie lore? I just like em a lot.

YES ABSOLUTELY YUH HUH!!!!! this is about to be so long I might break tumblrs post word limit

So I have a few drawings in my queue that relate to lore, but I'll do my best to like cover most things ;w;

Okay as an OVERVIEW, Milo and Charlie were two characters I made as like throwaway designs because I wanted to try the concept of a marble statue earth genasi muse for a charcoal earth genasi artist. Which was this. Also toyed with the idea of heavy heavy heavy bod mods because you know how statues break or have unfinished parts.

Cut to my DM wanting to run a 13 episode miniseries for our campaign as a prequel in a bard-reskinned-strixhaven (so. art school. instead of wizards, its bards) and I was like oh I could play the earth genasi artist I have because the bard school is like all types of art (martial, visual, music, performance, culinary, and written). I ended up going with Milo rather than Charlie because I always imagined the marble one being more brash and jockish, which balanced the party more.

Long story short, redesign after redesign and I made him who he is rn — bod mods everywhere, the BIGGEST doofus, the ultimate bare minimum burn out student doing pot out their dorm window energy. He's such a people person (bard of valor lessgooo) and basically is the most 90s anti-bullying punk ever. Char's his boyfriend, he's there also but as an NPC

OKAY LORE TIME

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Milo's actually two years younger than Charlie is so lets start with him. He's intersex and also trans — trying to skirt around tumblrs censorship here but — so born with female and male reproductive organs. Presented more femme (kinda tomboyish though) before growing more comfortable with a male identity maybe like right before getting into this bard college. FUN FACT: I originally based his design off two different statues — The Venus De Milo (....Milo Venn Mason) and Sleeping Hermaphroditus. Milo's also, like the Venus De Milo, 6'8" tall.

Charlie's also transgender, T4T lol, but does present more androgynous than Milo does just because he likes the style. Always been kinda quiet and reserved but he's actually really quite blunt, like has a snarkier tone to him than people would expect — and though Milo is more vocal with standing up for himself, Charlie is also just as ready to knock someone's teeth out but he's doesn't like causing a stir hsdfjhkkdfjk

Physiology is one of my favourite topics with dnd. So Milo and Char are both genasi, NOT constructs — I had this debate with the whole marble statue business. So there's other elements in there. Milo's like an abandoned statue, he grows moss and mildew when he's sad, it comes out of the cracks in his head (we'll get to that) and his piercing holes. He's also....all clay on the inside. Throat ends at the neck, no idea whats passed that, magic probably. He bleeds and blushes terracotta. Charlie on the other hand is solid diamond. Charcoal/carbon outside, but if he gets a scratch, it scrapes off the top layer and reveals diamond — that's actually the case with his fingernails. And Eyes. And Teeth. He's hot running too...charcoal and all. Charcoal Cinders... (I also find this fun, and there's a comic in the works of this, that Milo is softer than Char despite being brasher, its just the density and hardness of the rocks. I was interested in the Mohs scale and gemstones as a kid so....marble<diamond) like if Milo punched a cinder block, his hand would shatter, but if Charlie punched it, his condensed ball of brooding would scuff that thing)

This is so silly and kinda gross but that meme of like "......what if stones are soft but harden when we touch them" is what I think these two rocks are like. Because they have to move and function for yknow. logic and game mechanics and stuff. So I think Milo and Charlie feel like semi-hard modelling paste when they're not in "rock" mode. Like firm muscle or dense clay. Milo "Rock Hard" Mason, as my discord name was for a while

Backstory wise there's not much. They had pretty standard childhoods (didn't write that part yet oops). Met up in the bard school, first year Milo did a tat for Charlie (and lob enlargements, which they both have) and Charlie did Milo's tramp stamp. Anyway both were like :3c and thus, dating.

OKAY also trauma because...everyone needs a little bit. So Milo is/used to be a cheerleader — bard of Valor, yknow — and there's this whole...thing. I'm gonna post an excerpt from me raving to my friend about this but "milo's like sooo comfortable with being adequate. like he straight up said right before his exam his roommate was like "youll do great!" and hes all "well im not aiming for great, im aiming for passable!" because like...burnout and also hes surrounded by really snobbish and exemplary bards, its like a top notch school and he doesnt like how all that kinda gets to peoples heads. Plus he's really really heavy yknow, made of rock, so one time in a martial training soemone flung him and hes like OH GOD IVE NEVER BEEN ON TOP OF THE PYRAMID HELP!!, basically like the "yes im at the bottom of the pyramid, but thats because everyone needs someone to support them, and also its an essential part of the formation. I like being supportive even if it means i dont do anything glorious". All that is to say, he was at the bottom of a pyramid, someone on top of him fell, fell on him, his head hid the ground and he was just missing 1/4th of his head. I don't remember if my comic of this posted yet, I don't think it did.

So yes. Basically. Milo's got a massive crack in his head/missing half his face because of a horrible head injury. Charlie probably had like a 3 day long anxiety stomach ache about it. He's fine now. Also the unfinished face is because there's not enough clay to put that back together yet (matter cant come from nothing) — his chest being unfinished is irrelevant. He was just doing top surgery at home, got bored, and didn't finish that half.

I think that's about all I have at the moment for them together!!

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Trivia fun facts!!

Milo's adopted. He has three moms, they're all tieflings. Charlie's got a bio dad and step dad, one looks pretty much just like him, the other is a satyr

Milo's 6'8" and while Charlie looks short as hell in comparison, he's actually 6'

Milo's tattoo guide — includes my fave Flete Puellae (Latin for "Cry, girls!", taken from Roman graffiti "Weep, you girls. My penis has given you up. Now it penetrates men’s behinds. Goodbye, wondrous femininity!"

Milo's missing an index finger because he tried doing knuckle tattoos

Milo's more 80s British punk, Charlie is more 90s-2000s grunge/scene/Harajuku

Charlie, and Im debating on this, might be part bard part wizard. Scribes if anything.

Charlie smudges everything he touches.

Milo's expertise is in deception because if he wants to blend in, he just strikes a pose, nude, in the school courtyard. He's a nude model for the life drawing courses so it's actually not that absurd for him.

Charlie calls Milo "Mo", short for Mosiac. Milo calls Charlie...Charlie. everyone else has to call him Charcoal.

Even though they transitioned, I think they would use the same names as given — both are fairly neutral in terms of gender. Charlie may have gone by Cindy before (Charcoal CINDers). And again, both are kinda loosely goosey with how they present anyways

Charlie plays the shawm, Milo plays drums. In modern day, Milo used to play guitar (not anymore, oops there goes his finger) and drums. Bards!!

Moss beard (30 years in the future probably)

[just-otter-thoughts]

You have wandered into the crimson forest, pt. 2

Decided to make a new about me! I said that I'd changed my name a while ago and I did, so I decided to take this time to update things around here.

My name is Lex, but you can still call me Mason or opt for Vladislav (Vlad for short). This blog is comprised of posts I think are cool/cute/unhinged/funny and original posts. I reblog art and that sometimes includes furry art (I have mutuals that put furry art on my dashboard sometimes and I like that shit) and fanart (mostly Half-Life stuff).

What I want out of being on Tumblr is honestly a mistery, I'm just out here. I like to think I'm a little funny so follow for mild funnyposting.

My favorite type of music is prog metal and prog metalcore, with a touch of djent in there. My favorite bands are Jinjer, Periphery, Opeth and A Sense of Gravity. I also like pop (Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, Britney Spears) and EDM (Crystal Castles, Alice Glass). I like screaming a lot (the metal kind). Oh, and there's some artists I really like that I don't know how to categorize (Kim Dracula, Jazmin Bean). I'd like to be in a band at some point doing vocals.

I really fucking like Half-Life. Like really. If you want me to I can narrate the entire story from Half-Life 1 all the way over to Half-Life 2 Episode 2. I also am a huge fan of Portal and speedrun Portal 1. Under the cut is my latest Portal Inbounds run (257th place as of writing this)

I write fanfic sometimes, you can find that stuff under #writing and #fanfiction. Sometimes there'll be a poem and original fiction here and there.

Under the cut is my tagging system and some alt codes for myself (though you can use them as well). This post will have all the tags because Tumblr's search feature is dookie.

All the tags that use "Mason" as a first name will be changed to "Lex" in the near future. The name change may be reversed as I'm still seeing if I like Lex.

#mason speaks his mind — Original posts.

#mason does vocals — Currently don't use this tag much, I used to post singing clips and what I thought were safe fry screams. Please don't listen to the screams. Please.

#mason takes meds — Inactive tag that I once used to report on how my psych meds were affecting me.

#lyric posting — Sometimes I just feel like posting lyrics and sometimes I like to go back and see those posts.

#important — Legal things and things to look at when feeling down.

I have a dreamcore/liminalcore sideblog which is @abaddon-of-secrets. I don't use it a lot at the moment but there's still stuff there. I also have a ventblog but I don't want anyone seeing that shit.

Hex codes for special characters:

2003 ->  [EM SPACE]

2013 -> – [EN DASH]

2014 -> — [EM DASH]

201A -> ‚ [SINGLE LOW-9 QUOTATION MARK] (comma for tags)

2122 -> ™ [TRADEMARK SYMBOL]

2026 -> … [HORIZONTAL ELLIPSIS]

Post that leads to alternate dashboards

Portal Inbounds run (no video only demos)

Portal Inbounds run with video (2min slower than my current PB)

[theninth09]

my hcs if liam listened to kpop:

liam's kpop playlist

mainly a girl group stan, but has his few boy group exceptions

not an agency stan, although he coincidentally likes a lot of SM groups

vocals are more important to him than anything else (hence him liking SM groups) and he loves watching dm killing voice because of that

he doesnt get into discourse (fanwars, streaming, etc) he just vibes with the music

he doesnt buy merch or albums himself, but mason gifts him red velvet's lightstick and he has a few taeyeon photocards as well

he gets really into groups doing wolf related concepts after he gets bitten. sometimes he quietly goes "chogiwa" and theo stares at him like he lost his mind

he doesnt learn any choreos on purpose, but sometimes he imitates some of the ones he remembers while warming up on the field/unconsciously incorporates them into his usual moves while playing lacrosse

he watches the jonghyun/taemin internet war performance on repeat like that was part of his bisexual awakening

he introduces theo to some of the music and shows him some videos too. theo never admits it but there are songs that he enjoys as well (liam has good taste)

liam also shows him kpop noise music (like a sticker..) and liam is like "theres also this... i dont like this but yeah" and then immediately judges theo bc theo is like Oh. More.

theo starts using aegyo as a manipulation tactic/to annoy liam and liam absolutely hates it. he cringes everytime, but he also actually does find theo cute and secretly gets a bit flustered. theo refuses to be embarrassed about it, which just infuriates liam even further

his ults

Red Velvet - Irene

AOA - Choa and Chanmi

Taeyeon (as a solo artist)

some other girl groups he stans and his biases

SNSD - Taeyeon (he got into SNSD through stanning her)

Loona - Hyeju and Yeojin (soft spot for Heejin and Hyunjin)

Sistar - Soyou

Pristin - Eunwoo

EXID - Hani

CLC - Elkie

Everglow - Yiren

his favorite boy groups and his biases

SHINee - Taemin

EXO - Baekhyun

B.A.P - Daehyun and Yongguk

The KingDom - Louis

[jules-has-notes]

I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas — VoicePlay music video

Between promoting their season of The Sing-Off and releasing the songs for their Collide collaboration album, VoicePlay didn't put out a Christmas video in 2013. They definitely made up for it in 2014 with this combination of vocal awesomeness and visual ridiculousness.

Details:

title: I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas

original performers: Bing Crosby as Jim Hardy and Marjorie Reynolds as Linda Mason in Holiday Inn (1942)

written by: Irving Berlin

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci

release date: 28 November 2014

My favorite bits:

the jaunty tempo that makes it more upbeat than the original

their festive sweaters in Geoff's fantasy sequence

an appearance from Tony's good boy Fletcher

Layne's incredible sleigh bells — I've seen him demonstrate how he does it, and it still astonishes me how real it sounds.

the fact that Earl's fantasy isn't just having a lot of cookies, but specifically having enough to satisfy him without sharing

Tony, Eli, and Layne just barely managing to keep straight faces during the candy cane chase sequence

Geoff's lovely riff and the ending harmonies

the extended slow-mo clip, complete with the guys losing it

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Trivia:

VoicePlay originally recorded this track for their 2012 holiday album, "Peppermint WInter".

The video got a nice listicle writeup in Buzzfeed.

This song was part of their rotating setlist for Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party at Disney World from 2015-17.

They had previously recorded a video for an arrangement of this song as 4:2:Five (with Danny and Ryan) in 2010. It was made private along with the rest of the 4:2:Five YouTube channel when they changed their name to VoicePlay in 2012.

Eli does know what it's like to have long hair, because he used to have a full head of curly auburn locks. He decided to shave it off one day with the help of a bandmate and has maintained the look ever since.

Geoff, Kathy, Eli, and Danny with their castmates for the 2009 Luminescence holiday show in Kissimmee

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Molly Santana "Masonic Musik" EP review☽

Molly Santana's "Masonic Musik" starts off with a bang with the song "Greenlight." The intro song's instrumental sounds like it comes straight from a 2014 chiraq mixtape, which fits Molly's off key singing style very well. The overall Chief Keef inspiration within this opening song comes through greatly creating a raging opener that brings excitement for the rest of the project.

Now we have "Want" & "Nothing like this."

These 2 songs show off Molly's versatility, displaying that she can make music for her underground rap fans as well as her new attained mainstream audience who may know her from TikTok and or from seeing her becoming the newest addition to Steven Victor's Record Label "Victor Victor Worldwide" which she signed to this past Summer. "Want' & "Nothing like this" are mainstream pop centered songs that have the potential to be radio hits. With the production on these songs I can easily see myself walking through a H&M or Forever 21 expecting to hear one of these two songs. I believe that Molly is doing a great job at bridging her transition from underground Soundcloud artist to a bonafide versatile singer/songwriter. Displaying that she can create memorable hooks and leads where she does not have to abandon her original vocal style which make her music unique.

"So lost" seems a little clunky to me being the 4th song on the project it comes in with a smooth opening but then gets drowned with 808s. It's hard to follow this song as the previous 3 songs flowed perfectly into each other. "So lost" has a lot going on making it a battle between Molly's heavy expressive vocals and the beat. I do however like the intro & outro transitions.

"Windows up" the lead single for "Masonic Musik" opens with a bouncy club drum leading into Molly flowing about getting money and living lavishly. This song is very ambient and smooth deserving to be the lead single on her project. Not much singing on this one as she just flows with her rapping on the ambient pop beat. The music video for this song fits perfectly for the spacious and dormant vibe of this song. Being released on August 16th it comes off as a chill end of summer anthem.

Lastly is "Tell me nun" taking to Molly's original underground sound stamping the project, displaying that no matter how versatile she is she'll still come back to her underground rap roots with her flow and instrumental on this song. The lyrics fit superbly as she states "I been getting bigger, tell 'em, "Meet me at the top" & "I know from the outside it look nice, but this shit takes time." Molly is fully self aware that she is knocking at the mainstream music door as she is evolving bigger and better as an artist. The song title "Tell me nun" speaks for itself.

'Masonic Muisk" is a good EP consisting of Pop/Rap hits that solidify who Molly Santana is as an artist. This project is my real first introduction to her being that I heard about 5 to 6 of her previous singles before she was signed. This project though displays her versatility full throttle. Her production team on "Want", "Nothing like this", and "Windows up" did a amazing job drawing up a gleeful head nodding experience that both the average rap and pop music fan can enjoy. I look forward to seeing what is next for Molly Santana as I will now surely go back through her discography to discover what I have been missing. Noticing the turnaround between her debut self titled studio album and "Masonic Musik" was less than 5 months, Molly seems to keep on feeding her fans with new music.

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Jane Eyre adaptation OSTs, ranked

Because I have OpinionsTM. The main criteria here is "how Jane Eyre" each of these feel, being the main trait in it how much drama, high emotion, operatic-ness and cheese they contain, how much they reflect the environment and feel of the story, independently of how much they fit the specific adaptation they were made for. Some context will be taken into account, and also how aesthetically pleasing they are, etc, but not specifically their overall match with the tone of the adaptation they belong to (mainly because that makes them really impossible to compare with each other).

Before properly beginning, I will put outside this list the OST of the 1973 BBC adaptation. As much as it is big and operatic and has a lot of gusto, it's also not an original composition for the series -it's Edgar Elgar's 'Introduction and Allegro' for Strings (Quartet and Orchestra), Op. 47, and I think that disqualifies it.

That now out of the way, let's proceed:

7. Jane Eyre (1983) by Paul Reade.

This one is at the bottom mostly because of how sweet and tranquil and restrained it is overall. I'd rather expect it for something like Cranford or Anne of Green Gables. There's nothing even remotely Gothic or super dramatic to it.

6. Jane Eyre (1943) by Bernard Hermann.

Bombastic, like all things Hollywood in the 40s, but also very, very, very generic. Can fit anything from Victorian Romance to Contemporary drama and a serious old-timey silly simphony cartoon.

Best tracks: Rochester, Springtime, Mr Mason, Farewell.

5. Jane Eyre (1970) by John Williams.

It's comforting, once in a while, to know even the greatest are not very inspired sometimes.

Mind you, this still IS John Williams. The melodies are beautiful, the leitmotif carries solidly through the different pieces and morphs deliciously... but it doesn't sound like Jane Eyre. It doesn't sound like anything remotely in a zone anywhere near Jane Eyre. The tone is epic, but as in war-epic, with a dash of romance. What you'd expect for, say, a Zefirelli adaptation of a Shakespeare play?. The instrumentation, heavy on flute and a sort of harpsichord and sometimes... glockenspiel? does very little to evade that idea.

Best tracks: Trio (The Meeting), Across the Moors, Reunion.

4. Jane Eyre (2006), by Rob Lane.

This one is... fine. It's fine. It surely does have big emotions, it can do spooky and it can do joyful... but, listen, Rob Lane is an award-winner composer. We are talking of the person that composed the epic theme of Merlin. Here are some samples of his Jane Eyre score:

All except the intro an outro can be found at: https://www.roblanemusic.com/portfolio-item/jane-eyre-2006/

But you know what really puts it at the "bottom of the best" list? The... peculiar... way in which it sometimes sounds way too close to Thomas Newman's score for Little Women 1994. Maybe it is a matter of the director temping scenes with LW tunes and requiring the score to sound very similar, but even then, it's not... a good look.

Listen, for example, to this segment (it will play first "New York" from the score of Little Women 1994, then the music you hear when the servants prepare Thornfield for the arrival of the guests. The sound on the second is a bit muffled because I removed the vocals manually):

Also, this one (Learning to Forget, from LW 94, then the Rivers Family tune):

Badly done, Rob, badly done.

3. Jane Eyre (2011) by Dario Marianelli.

*gasp*

Yes, I went there and I'm not sorry. But also, this is not about dissing this score at all. It's really, really good. And truly, the difference between 3 and 2 is almost a technicality.

Declaredly, the director wanted Dario Marianelli to make this score as contrasting as possible to the one he composed for Pride &Prejudice (2005). This is in principle a good idea, because these works do feel like completely different universes. But one thing that the P&P score had going for itself, and that I see as a weakness of this one, is the distinctive character of each piece of the score; one blends into the other, and the general tone, while very atmospheric and supremely gothic, is also very restrained (it sounds contradictory, but it isn't). Which isn't very Janeeyresque at all.

Best pieces: A Thorough Education, Waiting for Mr. Rochester, The Wedding Dress.

2. Jane Eyre (1997), by Richard Harvey

(here is my own extraction of the music from the movie itself. As such, because of vocal isolation procedures, there's distortion and quality loss, specially in the parts under dialogue, but it still gives a complete impression of the OST as a whole).

I mourn that it has never been released, because to me at least it is hauntingly beautiful and memorable. Jane's leitmotif really just captures so much about the hardship and grief mingled with hope and yearning, and high drama and struggle of the story, that even if some of the other parts of the score aren't as distinctive or memorable, it still places it near the top.

Best pieces: Jane Eyre (Main Theme), Rochester's Fire, Handshake at Sunrise.

1. Jane Eyre (1996) by Claudio Capponi and Alessio Vlad

Jane Eyre (1996) will justly loose most accuracy rankings, but the score, the score is the one thing in it that very much does feel like the novel to me.

The music for this production is distinctive and gorgeous; it’s very simply structured around three main motifs: a journey motif (very clear in Infanzia di Jane, Viaggio di Jane), a love motif with a joyful (Tema di Helen, Matrimonio di Jane) and a wistful movement (Tema di Jane, Jane e Rochester), and a dark motif with a regret (Tema di Rochester, Ritorno a Thornfield) and a danger (Incendio a Thornfield, Inverno a Lowood) movement. The score moves seamlessly from poignant and reflective to sinister to hopeful, to innocent and pastoral and back again.

Best pieces: Infanzia di Jane, Helen e Jane, Tema di Jane Eyre (reprise).

What are your favorite moments of Jane Eyre scores?

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Recalled • Part 1 • 3 - Nero

Previous • Series Masterlist • Part 1 Masterlist • Next In a somewhat medium-sized room, there sits ten beds, in each and every one of them lays a rewind, peacefully unconscious. On the other side of the room stands some nurses, patiently waiting for the rewinds to naturally wake up. 

“Is it true that two of these rewinds have the face parts of Mason Michael Starkey?”

“Yes, they lay respectively beside each other.” The nurse points over to a robust female and a petite male rewind.

The other nurse walks over to in between them, The robust female has the left side of Mason’s face, with the right side being a pale girl’s face with two piercings in her ears. The petite male has the right side of Mason’s face, the left side seems to come from a person with albinism.

“Are you sure it was alright to give these bigger limbs to a rewind who shares a part of Mason Starkey?” She asks.

“We don’t make the rewinds here, that’s up to the head lady, I don’t trust her very much though. Did you hear about how she used to work with Proactive Citizenry and directed a batch of 50 rewinds to be made at once? I heard they were going to be used in the army.” Another nurse replied.

“It’s rude to spread these types of things around, I’ve heard her crying about it before, I wouldn’t want it coming back onto her.” The first nurse scolds the other.

“My apologies to you ladies, but there seems to be a problem with a few of the rewinds in room A3, would you mind helping out for a moment?” The nurses look over to a doctor who peeks around the corner of the doorway.

“I don’t see why not, the rewinds probably won’t be awake for another half an hour. Just close the door for now.” The first nurse says.

“Shouldn’t we lock it? In case one of them opens the door?” The other nurse says. 

“Please, the most they’ll be able to do is roll over in their cots.” The last one says.

Twitch, Twitch, Twitch…

The Rewind girl wakes up to the movement of her hand. The two upper segments of her fingers crunch themselves in, almost in a clawing-like fashion. 

She doesn’t pay any mind to it, focusing more on the fact that her forearm is a different colour than the rest of her arms, it’s pale sienna while the rest of her arms are tanned and muscular. She feels the need to run, she feels the need to get up and do something, and so she does. The Rewind girl shifts herself around in her cot before putting her legs on the ground and pushing herself off of it. Inching around, her feet slowly stabilized themselves more and more.

“One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.” She blurts out. She’s confused, she didn’t feel the need to say that, yet a part of her wanted to get it out anyway. 

She looks around to see nine figures sleeping, She notices that they’re all made up of different skin tones, and simple patterns all covering their bodies. It’s terrifying, yet calming to her, they seem all proportional to their body types and every cut of skin seems almost symmetrical. She can’t see most of herself, but she wonders if she looks like them. 

Moving over to the window she spots something fascinating, looking outside she finds a dozen children like the ones in the room. 

They’re laughing, and happy, they’re all playing volleyball together, One of them spots her from outside, pointing up to her they all slowly turn around to wave at her. She doesn’t know what they’re doing, so she just mimics their actions before turning away from the window.

She now inches back over to the wall with the door. Beside her cot is a small boy, She takes interest in him noticing that his left eyebrow and eyelashes are white due to his albinism. 

Trying to wake him up she shakes her hands in front of his face, making small noises with her vocal cords. When that doesn’t work she puts her index behind her thumb and flicks it out against his nose, which makes him shriek and scare himself awake. 

“WHY!” He yells at her. “WHY YOU DO THAT?!” 

The girl simply giggles at him. “Silly boy, you come to join me, we find out what happening.”

The boy shifts a bit, “Can’t. Move.” 

The girl shrugs it off before yanking him off the bed and putting him down softly. The boy's legs begin to tremble, before he can tumble to the ground, the girl wraps his arms around her waist and holds one of her hands to his back. 

“I cannot go far fast, you will be okay, we go slow.” She tells him. He nods looking around the room, noticing the other eight rewinds still sleeping peacefully. 

“Who are they? Who are you?” He asks her. She simply smiles, one side of her face seeming more malicious about it.

“Don’t know, we find out together.” 

Together, side by side, they slowly inch towards the door. The girl sits there dumbfounded, trying to push the door to open it. She notices the handle on the door as it protrudes out from the flat surface, Grabbing it, she learns that it can turn. Turning it and pulling it towards her, she opens up the room to the hallway.

“We go out there, yes?” The boy asks her. 

“Yes!” She responds, getting excited about what they’ll find in the hallway.

“I see you are getting better at accepting that rewinding and recalling will be a norm in society Mr. Composite Prime.”

“Please, call me Cam Comprix, and yes, it brings me joy that parents are realizing what big mistakes they’ve made and are accepting their children back into their lives. I also can’t wait to see what big updates are going on with rewinding that I keep hearing about.”

Cam Comprix, the first ever rewind has been here for the waking of every single batch of rewinds in Rewind StaHo 1. 

Between the two State Homes for Rewinds Cam likes this one better. The people here treat the rewinds like confused people coming out of surgery rather than exotic low-cordial creatures like the weirdos at StaHo 2 do.

“Ah yes, I’m sure you’ve heard that we’ve been using the Biobuilder to help connect all the parts properly, but have you heard about the brain cleansing we’ve been doing before putting the brains into the bodies?”

“No, I haven’t, enlighten me.” 

“Well before we put the brain in the body we put not-so microscopic neuro nanites onto the brain, They go and fizz out all the bad memories and intentions, and once they’re done we take them off and put the brain into the body.” The doctor explains.

“So they have the nature but none of the nurture to influence it?” Cam asks.

“Precisely!” The doctor answers.

“Many doors.” The boy exclaims.

The girl squints over to try to see into the little windows on the doors. “Yes, and people inside.”

As the boy and the girl inch down the hallway a gasp can be heard. The girl turns her head to look at a doctor, who stands there stunned. The doctor mutters something through a walkie-talkie before looking back at the two rewinds. The girl tries to move forward but the boy won’t budge, leaving all three of them standing there in silence. “Boring, like white noise.” The girl says. 

Around the corner comes all the three nurses and the doctor, the third nurse starts ratting on the first for keeping the door unlocked. The boy starts shaking in fear while the girl pats his back, Staring back at the commotion she sees two other shadows creeping around the corner. Another doctor and a man in a simple white and gray geometric suit with many skin colours coming from his forehead come around the corner.

The man moves past the nurse and doctors and comes up to them, smiling.

“Well I’ll be, you two are sure some early birds, you two must be pretty confused at this situation.” He says. 

The girl squints at him before being taken aback as she recognizes him, then she makes a face of disgust. “Celebrity, Idol boy, Cam, Cam Comprix, iffy, hate celebrities, vain and ego, Eat the rich!” She spits out at him.

“Ha! Yeah I am Cam Comprix and I don’t like that facet of my life either,” Cam says back.

The boy rotates himself a bit to face Cam more. “Cam, Cam, Hi Cam!” The boy says trying to create something of a smile.

“Hey there little guy, I’d love to talk with you more, but first we have to head back to your room,” Cam says, pointing to the room he and the girl came out of. 

As Cam goes into the room, slowly but surely the boy and girl make it back in, the boy doesn’t hold onto the girl anymore, instead they just hold each other’s forearms. 

Entering the room, it looks like all the rewinds have woken up and started babbling in their own language. The girl now notices with all the rewinds now sitting up and with all the people standing that she herself is quite tall, She shakes it off before making sure the boy gets to his cot and then sits down in hers. 

The nurses and doctors go around checking reflexes and whatnot, they end up skipping her and the boy as it’s pretty apparent that they’re good. 

The girl watches now as Cam makes his way around the room with sheets of paper slowly crossing out some of it, As he makes his way over to the girl and the boy one of the nurses pipes up. 

“These two actually can’t see properly in one eye, so they’ll get to choose from a special list of names.” She then pulls a list of names that seem almost godly to the girl. Before Cam can put the other list out of their sight, the girl yanks the list towards her, analyzing it. She points to the name Nero before pointing to the name Aidoneus. “Aidoneus Nero Ward, what an interesting name.” The nurse says. 

The girl grimaces at the nurse. “Other way!” She yells. The nurse is taken aback, “Nero Aidoneus Ward?” She says, Nero nods. 

The boy points to the names Samuel and Zeus. “Samuel Zeus Ward?” The nurse questions him. “Yes!” Samuel exclaims. 

Samuel and Nero face the other rewinds, A girl with a porcelain-like face turns to face them, pointing at herself.

“Tonya.” She says.

“Hi, Tonya, Samuel, this Nero!” Samuel says, pointing to himself and then to Nero.

“You have a pretty face, Tonya!” Nero says, which makes Tonya giggle. 

“We can come back for lunch, but we must leave them for now.” One of the nurses says,

Soon all the faculty exits leaving the Rewinds to socialize amongst themselves.

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Does your character draw inspiration from other pieces of media? Are there characters you have seen from other places where you've joked 'oh, they totally ghost-wrote my oc'. Who are they and why are they similar?

answering for paris

so my love for silent hill (particularly 1, 2, 3, and bits of homecoming) inspired most of my current roster: psychological horror is one of my favorite genres and I added bits and pieces of it to the psyche of my characters over time, which I hope is reflected well enough the more I post about them. so with this out of the way, here's an actual answer to your question :p

right off the bat, paris was directly inspired by heather mason of sh3. heather takes no shit from anyone, she's cool and fierce, but at the same time she's dealing with the death of her father, the insanity of the otherworld, and trying to stop the rebirth of an apocalyptic god—that won't stop heather from complaining about it, however. she didn't ask for any of this but she has to do it since no one else would. it's why I made paris snarky and a bit edgy; they're not afraid to express their true feelings on things, and throughout the story paris became more vocal, mentally exhausted, and snippy wrt hydaelyn and the scions.

there are a lot of parallels between heather and paris in regards to paris' story arc. though there's no horrific otherworld to deal with per se, paris has been thrusted into a battle they never wanted to fight. the burden and stress of being the wol and how it affects their self-identity continues to weigh them down. like heather, paris wants to be regarded as their own individual and separate from alessa/azem, and they struggle with the legacy azem left behind. much like how claudia did to heather throughout the game, paris hates being compared to azem by emet-selch or by anyone else for that matter. they hardly use azem's soulstone because of this: they don't want to rely on the strength of someone else.

paris is also still traumatized from hector's 'death', but unlike heather knowing that claudia killed harry for her own agenda, paris has misplaced anger and grief towards andromache as she was the last person to see hector 'alive'. heather went on a revenge quest for harry, paris was mostly aimless and full of rage that they couldn't properly vent. all of this changes once they realize the truth, and paris directs their hatred towards halmarut for possessing hector in the first place.

overall, the more I developed paris, the more similar they become to heather. the only major difference between them is that heather was used to birth a god. paris was used to destroy many