#may float around on michael for a bit

[amomentsescape]

Sorry if the request is too weird for you, sometimes I can't tell if I'm being weird.. or just worrying too much, but could I request Slasher headcanon, if the reader gets pregnant? If you're comfort with that

Slashers React to Reader Getting Pregnant

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

A/N: No worries at all! It's a great request, thank you! :)

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy of course, a mix of angst and fluff (not all Slashers are happy about this)

DARK THEMES: A few of these Slashers will mention not keeping the child (Brahms is especially dark and is a bit Yandere themed).

Freddy Krueger

When you first tell him, he just laughs

There's no way you're being serious right now, right?

But when he sees you're not laughing, his grin turns into a frown

"That kid's not fucking mine"

Becomes angry

Freddy is barely even human at this point, there's no way that he could have had anything to do with your pregnancy

He kicks you out of the dream world and leaves you alone in your room to cry

It takes about a week before you find yourself back in his world, facing a very serious looking Freddy

Instead of him yelling at you like you expected, he just pulls you into a hug

He whispers an apology so low that you can barely hear it

When you pull back, he tells you that he needed time to think it over

But being a father wouldn't be so bad

He could turn the dream world into a kid's wonderland

Plus, he still cares about you

He still doesn't know how this happened, but he's come to just disregard that now

Michael Myers

Michael does not like children, nonetheless, having one of his own

You knew this, so the idea of telling him just scared you in all honesty

You pushed it off as long as you could until you knew you couldn't wait any longer

When you finally sat him down and told him, he was pissed

Told you to get rid of it

If you decide to, then things pretty much go back to normal

But if you say no, Michael will be gone

You'll wake up in the middle of the night some random time and find that you're alone

His things will be gone and there will be no trace of him

He'll leave enough food and drinks for you to survive a couple weeks

But that'll be it

You'll never see him again

Jason Voorhees

When you first told him, he literally just freezes up

You don't know what to do, becoming worried he is just going to walk out

But then he suddenly engulfs you in a hug, rocking back and forth

He may not be able to physically show it, but he is ecstatic!

He never thought he'd find someone who loved him, nonetheless want to start a family with him

So the idea that soon the cabin will have a mini you or him running around makes him so happy

Just know that his protective instincts are going to go into overdrive

Will not let you lift a finger

Will engorge you in literally every treat you can think of

And he will not let you leave the cabin unless he goes with you

He's protecting two precious lives now

He won't be flexible on that

But he makes up for it with his attentiveness

He makes less trips out unless you need something

He turns his attention on building a nice crib and area for your future child to rest and play

The idea of being a father just brings a whole new light to him

Thomas Hewitt

Oh my god

Thomas is floating in heaven right now

You? Carrying his child?

He's quite literally a puddle on the floor

He even begins to cry, inevitably causing your own tears to flow despite doing your best to hold them back

If you thought Thomas already spoiled you too much, expect for it to triple

Will cook for you 24/7

Even when you're not hungry, he still tries to get you to eat something since "you're eating for two now"

Will rub your feet and your back a few times a day, but especially before you go to sleep

And if you have any weird cravings?

He'll get them for you without a single hesitation

Thomas will definitely be the type to kneel down and kiss your belly

He's still just amazed that you could possibly be carrying his child in you

It really triggers his romantic side

Bubba Sawyer

When you tell him, he almost thinks you're kidding

You have to reassure him a few times before he finally believes you

But once he does, he's jumping and sprinting around the house

He tells his whole family immediately, not being able to hold his excitement inside

He picks you up and twirls you around, placing hundreds of sloppy kisses on your face

Will rub your belly and just stare at it fondly

He'll have trouble letting you do anything on your own though

Even needing to go the bathroom involves him picking you up and carrying you there

He becomes so worried about hurting the baby too

There was a short amount of time where he'd only hug you from behind because he thought hugging you normally would squish the child

He's so caring and yet so clueless

But you better believe that he will be such a loving father

You just need to keep an eye out though, or else Bubba will spoil that baby rotten

Brahms Heelshire

At first, he has mixed feelings about the situation

The idea that his own flesh and blood is growing inside of you makes him feel... good in a way?

It's like the ultimate possession in his eyes

He's quite literally a part of you now

But at the same time, the idea of raising a child and having to share your attention pisses him off

You're supposed to take care of him and follow his rules, not somebody else's

Even if that somebody else is his own kid

If you choose to stick it out and have the child, you'll notice things seem fine at first

Brahms may even offer to feed and look after the baby while you rest

The issue arises when a couple weeks into taking care of them, Brahms starts to feel cold

The baby requires so much of your attention- too much

They cry and cry and cry and won't give either of you a break

Brahms eventually snaps

You wake up one day to find the baby gone without so much as a trace

Brahms feigns innocence, but you know

Brahms is now for certain that there can only be him

Norman Bates

You're pregnant?

Oh, he's ecstatic!

He immediately has to tell Mother, of course

He's so attentive with you too after you tell him (not that he wasn't before)

Will keep track of your most common cravings and will stock up on them so you always have them on hand

He's already buying baby clothes at the store too even if you both don't know the gender quite yet

He'll tell little stories to your tummy, always ending them with a soft kiss

You notice that he's even more gentle than normal with you too

The way he hugs you and cuddles you at night is very soft, and he only gives you feather light touches

He's not even aware of it himself

He's always dreamed of raising his own family, but he wasn't sure that dream would ever be a reality for him

But he just knows you'll make a great parent, and he hopes he will too

Billy Loomis

When you first share the news, you have no idea how he'd react

He never really discussed having kids, and you weren't sure this would be something he'd want

When you told him, he just looked at the ground with a cold expression

When you probed him again, he looked at you

Accused you of cheating

After several times of telling him you didn't, he tells you that he can't do this

He wasn't ready, he was pretty sure he didn't even want kids, how could you do this to him?

This all built up until he stormed out, leaving you there hurt and teary eyed

You don't hear from him for a month

You're certain that's the end of that, and you were going to be left to raise this child alone

But he suddenly comes back, a baby blanket in his hand

To your confusion, he begins to apologize and tell you that he panicked

After taking that time away to think over everything, he realized that the last thing he wanted was to be like his father

He didn't want to just abandon his own child

He ends up sticking with you for the birth and after

Although a little rough around the edges, he ends up becoming a good father and even better partner for you

Stu Macher

He kind of immediately panics the moment you tell him the news

Not necessarily in a bad way, he just feels so unprepared

Of course, he's thought of creating a family with you

But that was supposed to be like 10 years from now

This feels too soon, and he's not sure he's quite ready for this change yet

But at the same time, he can't ignore his excitement

He loves children, and knowing that you'll be having his very own son or daughter makes his heart warm in a way he didn't think it could

Will spend the night thinking everything over

And by the next day, there's already a crib, toys, and 20 boxes of diapers setting by the bedroom

You're honestly in awe with how quickly he shifted his thoughts from the previous day

Will sit down with you and reassure you that he's going to stick it out with you

Everything will work out as long as you stick together, right?

Stu does love you too

He had no plans of going anywhere

Eric Draven

You almost begin to worry when you told Eric

He so desperately wanted to start a family with you

You knew this

But you also knew that he didn't want to do that until you were out of this dangerous city and in an area he was certain would be safe

So when you told him the news, you weren't sure what reaction you'd be met with

It was only when a large smile broke out across his face that you felt yourself relax

He lifts you off the ground and hugs you close to him, praising you and telling you just how happy he is

He truly can't believe that he's going to be raising his own child with the love of his life

He didn't even know this was a possibility for him anymore

He tries to lessen the amount of time he spends out at night

He hated leaving you home alone before, but now he has two lives counting on him to keep them safe

He isn't going to risk that

But on the nights that he does lose track of time, he always comes home with a takeout bag in hand, somehow knowing exactly what you want

He even makes a promise to get you both out of this city as soon as possible

He should have done it sooner, but now he has every single reason to do it

[yannaryartside]

Carmy will have to decide between two types of love

I keep thinking about why Carmy (possibly) deciding between Claire and Syd is taking so much time on the overall plot of the series. We have used a entire season of him falling for Claire, and my theory is that in this season the Syd vs Claire is gonna be toe to toe, and then in the final season he goes for Syd.

Now, if that happens this way, I have been analysing it from a writers perspectives, how this love stories create Carmen ultimate character arc. I am gonna propose to you two narratives and why I would go for the later. Character analysis ahead.

The Claire option

Walk with me here. If you ship Claire and Carmy and believe the trailers, you could say this whole thing is about Carmy learning to accept love and good things. That is why the last season ended with him rejecting the relationship out of trauma just to realize that Claire loved him. This season could be about him healing to a point where he learns he deserves love, apologizing to Claire, and getting back together. And you know what, that does make sense, writing this show as an exercise for learning to heal childhood wounds. It is clean and makes sense. Then in s4 his new self can make all the good decisions, have a couple of kids, bum you have an arc.

But the background noise, or the clues floating around, to call it something, doesn't make sense. Here insert all the Sydcarmy clues the fandom has talked about.

The show is trying to tell us that Claire is the love Carmy wants because he is trapped in his wounded self mentality.

As I said in this post, Claire's behavior looked extremely naive but manipulative sometimes. Her relationship with his family and the trauma surrounding it. How everybody seems more enthusiastic than him about the relationship at times.

The reason: the wound.

Claire is uncomplicated love, love with no expectations or boundaries, with only space for his needs, never hers. That is the kind of love a child expects from a parent. My theory is that Carmen, being with Claire, wanted to experience that kind of love, the one he didn't get from Donna. with a touch of his teen self fantasies and sex included.

And that also makes sense. Everybody that has been abused, particularly in childhood, will tell you that picking a partner without relying on your wounded self is very difficult.

A little bit of TMI on healing from abuse when you look for a romantic partner: One of the reasons I got into therapy is because I was terrified to end up marrying a man as abusive as my dad was with my mom and me. I had a problematic episode with one of my exboyfriends that made me realize I was repeating specific patterns, even when consciously, I thought I was picking men who didn't act like my father. It is something difficult precisely because you are not aware of it. It is all happening subconsciously.

So maybe that is why the writers want to give Carmen the chance to choose a partner as a healed person (Syd) and not as a wounded person desperate for love (Claire)

You cannot choose a romantic partner looking for the love of a parent, because parent to child love is the only type of unconditional love that can exist. Some therapist will tell you that the only way to cure that lack is with self love and forgiveness, but that is besides the point of this post.

Romantic relationships cannot be unconditional, it is a partnership. There needs to be expectations of grow, sacrifices and compromises, the two people need to get their needs met. You may heal together, but you partner may trigger your wounds sometimes, the same as your other relationships.

Syd definitely forces Carmy to evolve, while Claire enables him and keeps him in his past self.

Now here is where I think the twist of the series will come.

Remember when I said that Carmys core wound is ther he felt he was not good enough for Donna to love him? Because he could not be like Michael? This is the post

Syd is Carmy’s anchor and his peace. She is also characterized as someone who helps people to grow, who gives grace and sincerity when mistakes are made. She is the actually healthy woman/parent he never experienced.

Carmen has not healed his core wound. The lie he believes that he has to go the extra mile to earn people's love. The way he became the best chef in the world, dreaming of just getting a “good job” from his older brother.

But because his wounded self doesn't feel like he can be enough for somebody he actually wants (Syd), he felt for a woman that didn't asked anything of him (Claire).

That (never giving but always receiving) dynamic is what allowed Carmy to accept the relationship in the first place.

Thinking of all this made me realize that not only has Syd been the only person Carmy had chosen for himself (as other posts have brilliantly pointed out), but Syd is literally the only person who can make a relationship with him work. She had seen the worst of him (Donna) and had the capacity to make him think of himself beyound all that, hence the peace that she brings him “you are the best cdc” as in “you are great, you are good, a good partner, a good leader, you are my friend” you are not just the bear (your wounded self). He smiles because the person that he wants can see this even if he doesn't dare to belive it yet.

So I don't know how they could make Carmy realize all of this. I also could be wrong and the meaning of all of this could be something completly different. I also don't know of this opinion is controversial. Let me know what you think. Thank you for reading.

[zabala0z]

I got 2 friends into TMA and I’m slowly finding my reason for existence. Anyways hi, welcome back to “hearing a random persons thoughts on TMA S4” I’m your host, that random person!!

MAG 146: Threshold

I love it when TMA brings statements that have a different perspective on a situation or have a callback to something like 120 episodes ago (aka MAG 27)

Also is it just me, or is Helen’s laugh starting to sound more like Michael’s?

MAG 147: Weaver

Jesus Christ, hill top road is just cursed. Literally avoid it. Forever. Annabelle’s statement was chilling. Girls breaking the fourth wall and I support it!

“Can I call you Jon?” WHY does everyone say that, just fucking call him Jon. I guess it’s because his official title is “Archivist” by like everyone but still. Oliver Banks said it earlier. Nikola said it but towards Elias instead but still. It’s kinda funny that Jon seems to be the center of The Web in some way considering his childhood trauma with Mr. Spider and all that.

MAG 148: Extended Surveillance

YEAH BASIRA BEAT HIS ASS. Also is it just me or did he sound a lot more panicky? Like he usually sounds calm and collected but when Basira was beating the shit out of him, he actually sounded a bit different. Also, he calls her detective like other people call Jon archivist which may be important, I don’t know. Is she an avatar of The Eye? Is everyone who works at the institute an avatar of the eye or is it just Jon and Elias?

Jon’s mini monologue at the end got me rethinking my perspective on him and all the avatars like Jesus Christ.

MAG 149: Concrete Jungle

Brazil mention ‼️‼️ anyways, my first thought was The Stranger because y’know, vaguely human like things appearing as human but not human. Y’know? But yeah, The Extinction could also be it. I want to know more on Adelard Dekker. Was he an avatar?? is it The Web because he did use the table back then to trap one of the Notthem.

Also Georgie!!! Yay!!! I haven’t brought this up yet but it’s been floating around my mind: Georgie cannot feel fear. Like she can’t feel it. And there’s entities that feed primarily off fear. So. Is she gonna do some important shit? She has to

ALSO THE STATIC NOISE AND MARTIN DISAPPEARING I HATE THIS STOP. KILL ME.

Okay that’s everything! I feel so useless when ever I can’t connect anything but I guess I’m on episode 149 and we’ve already explained most of the major plot points throughout the podcast (keyword: most) so what’s left to connect? Still pisses me off. I want something to dig my hands in.

If there’s something I’m missing, gimme a hint so I can comb through transcripts like the good ol days

[thedaughterofadam]

@sams-darlin @kxemii as promised

Warning!: Gaslighting, mentions of drugging, Just Quin being himself. This may suck but please try to enjoy

A/N: I am a Darlin' kinnie, no I will not elaborate by saying I put my heart and soul into them.

Halloweek: Darlin' Edition

Darlin x Quin

When Darlin' was younger they loved Halloween. Scaring Milo and Asher with their costumes running a mock with Sweetheart as they emptied out pillowcases of candy. The year they met Quin, they went to a College Halloween party. Some gross drinks made with candy, the hookups in the hallways too strong cologne and perfume mixing together making Darlin' s nose itch. They had dressed up as a car technician repurposing a Michael costume they used to scare Milo, Quin dressed up as a werewolf opposite of what he was.

Darlin was drawn in by the humour, the way he tucked hair behind their ear to look into their eyes was a plus. Instant butterflies trying to keep up a gaurd that had faltered throughout the night. One of the girls they came with gave them a drink and the night got blurry.

Feeling safe as Quin had his arm around their shoulders to keep them steady. Maybe it should have been a red flag that Quin knew where they lived, or the fact he had snuck the key to their apartment off of their person. But what should have gotten his throat torn out was the bite to theirs.

Quin had a way before they had even started dating to make them feel stupid and small. Making them want one more with simple touches, the way his lips curved to smile was addicting. After that night Halloween just wasn't the same.

Their first Halloween together started off normally, the usual good morning text, in between class planning to hangout. Darlin' had reminded Quin from the middle of September throughout each of their plans that the 31st after classes they had to help make a parade float for the schools Halloween parade. Since their phone was dying they sent him a quick text saying They wouldn't answer for a bit.

Covered in paint, small foam bits in their hair, and their hands sore from having to do writing using their paint brushes all they wanted to do when they got home was sleep. Practically forcing themselves up the last step they noticed the door was open to their apartment and Quin had made himself at home.

His piercing gaze fixed on them as they entered their now trashed apartment was something they never wanted. "So what's his name thrall?"

Darlin' dropped their bag, trying to keep it cool, "I told you I wouldn't be able to answer I-", they were cut off to a vas being thrown past them, Quin getting up from his seat. "You couldn't take a break? Couldn't text me back it takes five seconds!"

Darlin' hated when he yelled, or threw things, it reminded them of their parents. Constantly fighting, pointing fingers but never talking. "Don't yell at me, I told you where I was going to be, what I was doing and that I wouldn't text you till later."

Quin looked down at them in contempt and amusement. "You're right."

Darlin' hated those words coming out of his mouth. Venom would always follow after and it felt like they were right back to being a kid and never being good enough.

"I mean look at you, who else would want you?", Quin grabbed their face, forcing them to look him in the eye as her berated their very being.

"You look like a mess half the time, and the other half like a whore.", he laughed letting go. It did a number on Darlin' the state of their home, the frustration from the float and now Quin's words. They had never wanted to hit or bite or scratch anyone that they loved. But one moment of seeing red can cost us our lives and in Darlin' s case it did.

Darlin's claws grew out of their nails, as they slashed Quin across the eye. His scream could be heard from the neighbors next door. One hospital trip and police visit no charges were brought up thanks to Quin. It was his word over theirs and they would be living with that scar and Quin's never ending guilt trip for years to come. His words from that Halloween forever echoing in their brain.

"Looks like I'm your knight in shining armour, but would that make you my damsel or the monster?"

[yanderes-galore]

Hi!

Fandom: FNAF - Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria Simulator

Character: Lefty

Pairing: Platonic

Type of Fic: Concept

Other: Lefty gets attached to a new gender neutral mechanic reader and tries to steer them away from henry and michael as well as trying to get them to see the two as threats and dangerous

Hey! Thanks for using the request format I gave ^^ I'll see what I can do :) This may be a bit short and I am pulling from my previous Lefty concept, I hope you like it!

Dubious on if there's dead kids in this or not, I didn't think about that in this- Platonic anyways so whatever floats your boat.

Yandere! Lefty Concept I am pulling from

Yandere! Platonic! Lefty with Mechanic! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Forced companionship, Stalking implied, Violence, Blood, Implied murder.

Lefty is a tame yandere for the most part.

When it comes to their darling they don't wish to harm them at all.

Lefty has hatred for those who have wronged them, which is not you.

Lefty may even think you're being manipulated by Henry and Michael.

In Lefty's mind, they see you as a friend.

Michael had to hire you to make this Pizza Place thing believable enough to lure all the needed bots.

Lefty may have even met you, a mechanic, during the salvage test.

If darling makes them feel safe there's a good chance they'll stick around you.

There's no doubt the bot sees Henry and Michael as threats.

It'll take time before you can even trust the bear bot.

You're surprised their sensors still work due to the shape their in.

Truthfully... Lefty is blind out of one eye but besides that everything works well.

Who knows, maybe that eye is what you're trying to fix on Lefty.

Most of Lefty's obsession over you is quiet.

When they first meet you, they watch you from a distance.

You could assume their a shy bot... that isn't entirely true.

It's more like they're studying you to see if you're a threat.

Once they know you're not they decide to consider you a friend.

A friend supposedly being manipulated by some bad men-

Lefty likes to watch you repair other bots in the Pizza Place from their stage.

They roam sometimes but they mostly just like to be quiet and watch.

They will admit... your skills are nicely refined.

When you do talk to Lefty it's short conversations.

They mostly like to listen to you before responding curtly.

The more you chat, the more they open up.

It takes many meetings before Lefty can successfully get you to listen to them.

Before they can steer you away from your employers that have bad intentions, Lefty acts very friendly.

They follow you during work and carefully watch you do your tasks like usual.

During lunch breaks they go to find you before standing by you and offering quiet chatter.

You may actually learn Lefty is playful.

Each meeting with you is treated like a play date.

Which you thought was fitting and a bit cute as these bots are meant for children.

Lefty most likely plays Hide & Seek along with sneaking up on you to scare you.

Towards you they aren't malicious in the slightest.

They act like a close friend despite being a clunky robotic bear.

It's when the topic of Henry, Michael, or even William comes up that sets them off.

They often claim they are "bad men"

Once you and the bear bot become friends, Lefty begins to try and convince you of the "truth".

True or not, Lefty tries to find evidence to tell you that can paint your employers in a bad light.

They try to make you distrust them by telling you things they "overheard".

You can see the bot's whole demeanor and tone change when discussing the two men.

They hate them and you aren't really sure why.

All you know is you should be cautious of them according to Lefty.

The bot claims they'd hurt you, that they don't really care for you.

You're just collateral.

Instead the bot urges you to trust them.

Out of any of the salvage bots, they are the safest.

Lefty would never hurt you.

After all, you two are friends!

Friends don't hurt each other...

Henry and Michael aren't friends.

With enough convincing surely you'll believe them?

Speaking of Henry and Michael, they are confused as to why you're so hesitant all of a sudden.

They've seen you and Lefty talking recently...

So what has that robot put in your head?

They could try to separate you from Lefty, but that just makes things worse.

If the bot realizes their being kept from you their hate only grows.

In fact... they may just snap.

They won't stand for this.

Not when they could lose their new best friend.

It may even get to the point the bear bot is violent and tries to attack your employers.

See? They're bad!

They don't like the friendship between you two!

You shouldn't like them anymore, right?

In that case... you should stay with Lefty.

The bear bot promises to stay beside you and never harm you.

Even if they are covered in the blood of your employers... the crimson dripping from their maw and hands due to their little tantrum...

They promise they did it to protect you, their dear friend...!

[star-cluster-nyx]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Tommy & Ranboo - Steak

We may be a day late due to technical difficulties, but we're back and better than ever! Hope you enjoy!

!!WARNINGS!! Disordered Eating, Descriptions of anxious and self-deprecating thoughts!

If that's something that you would like not to see, please don't! Do what you have to for your own mental health!

@sixteenth-day-event prompt :

Tommy & Ranboo - Steak

“What are you doing?” a voice rang out behind him.

“Hm?” Ranboo asked, turning to see Tommy standing under the -admittedly large- door frame. He wasn't doing anything, he was just- standing there, watching him, almost in an intense way.

He quickly averted his sight, uncomfortable under the direct contact and looking back to the sizzling pan in front of him.

“What do you mean?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“The food?” Tommy answers, unusually standoffish. It wasn't typical of him to be so quiet. Just an hour ago he was goofing around with Tubbo and Michael, making all sorts of strange noises to scare the small piglin off.

The picture of Tommy chasing Michael around laughing, and the Tommy who's currently lurking under the door frame, tensely watching him, are almost not comparable in Ranboo’s mind.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, "Yes! The food, um… well, you didn't eat anything all day, and- you've been playing with Micheal since breakfast, and-” he stuttered out an explanation, slowly gaining a bit more confidence about his decisions.

When he turned to look at the other, he didn't find the positive response he was hoping for. Instead, Tommy seemed uneasy and distrustful, quickly snuffing out whatever spark of confidence Ranboo had managed to find within himself.

“-Thought you might've been hungry,” he murmured.

The silence that followed is almost suffocating.

Did I go too far? Was it too much?

He knew that Tommy didn't like him. With every interaction these two had, they have only gotten increasingly more awkward. Forced proximity due to Tubbo should have brought them together, theoretically. If not- at least made them comfortable with each other's presence.

But no, their conversations had been drier than a desert.

Am I trying too hard?

Tommy hated him, and he didn't know why.

Shouldn't have I done this?

He thought that this would've been a great opportunity to talk to each other, one-on-one. Besides the fact that Tommy hasn't eaten anything all day. And he tried, he is still trying to get close to him, a small hope in his chest that they might get along, just like how Tubbo gets along with both of them.

That's because Tubbo is good, and fun to be around. I'm not.

(He wanted to try for his husband, who -after seeing the stale environment between these two- confessed to him how much he would like for them to bond. The two most important people in his life.)

How is -sweet and kind- Tommy in the same boat as awkward, pathetic me is something I can't understand.

(Tubbo may have also told him what Tommy's favorite meal was, knowing of Ranboo's efficiency in the kitchen.

‘You’re a great cook!��� Tubbo had said, more than once, but firstly back when they met and he’d invited the goat hybrid to his house.)

Am I doing something wrong again?

In his overly anxious state, he didn't realize the constantly growing buzz around his head, nor the smoke floating above the stove.

“What are you making?” a voice asked, breaking through Ran’s hazy state, and making him aware of the growing number of particles surrounding his vision. Shaking his head to rid of any lingering dots of buzz, he quickly made sure to check the state of the meal.

Not burned, thank goodness.

“Steak,” he said, and he wasn't lying. It was a simple steak with mashed potatoes on the side. Tommy's favorite meal.

Only now did he notice that Tommy was the one who asked, significantly closer than where he stood previously.

He finished cooking the meal in silence, turning to place the plate on the kitchen island and leave, not able to converse in such an anxious state, regardless of the fact that he didn't think the other would open up anyway.

Before he could, though, Tommy's voice rang out once more.

“You know you didn't have to do that, right?” he asked, demeanor softer than his previous one and a puzzled look on his face.

As if he couldn't process that someone wanted to do something nice for him.

“I wanted to,” he replied, and left the room.

Ranboo was too far away to hear the soft “thank you” spoken, lost in the air.

Ranboo wasn't there to see Tommy's uncertainty painted all in his face, his posture. He didn't see the way he stood over the dinner plate, tense.

He didn't get to see Tommy finally make up his mind, and eat his first meal of the day late in the afternoon. He never saw the surprise in his eyes when he realized that it didn't taste like ash, like he was dreading.

He didn't see his eyes mist with the weight of memories in his back. Of a family around a dinner table eating this exact meal, long before everything went to shit.

He didn't hear his trembling sobs when he was finally able to stomach a full meal after days of eating only golden apples.

He didn't witness the moment Tommy decided that Ranboo was a safe person. Someone he could trust.

No, he didn't.

He only ever saw an empty plate in the sink when he came back. No Tommy in sight.

_____

It becomes almost like a routine between the two of them.

When Tommy visits them, he plays with Micheal until the piglin tires himself out and goes to take a nap. Him and Tubbo spend the rest of the afternoon together, until it's dinner time and both, by then, are very tired. Ranboo makes dinner for all of them and almost always Tommy is the one who helps him with it.

Tommy has started making jokes with him. It's nice.

It's not perfect, but they've come to a sort of peace between them.

It's not perfect, but it's good.

Friends, at last.

[achillean-knight]

I might have a plot idea for your Mask bot series!

-Mike is in the PizzaPlex trying to correct his father's sins (even if he is still stuck in UCN in your AU or not, many people have still been hurt)

-Jeremy manages to make Mike recognize him

-They try to find Jeremy's daughter Cassie cuz Jeremy knows that with the V.A.N.N.I. mask, his daughter's life is in danger

-Find Roxy torn apart (due to the Mimic battle but the may not know that yet)

-Fix Roxy (not really they probably just manage to power her on or something)

-Discover the Tangle

-Discover the Mimic

- Find Cassie (in critical condition mind you)

Aaand that's all I could come up with for now. Of course these are just ideas so you can have your own plot.

Yoyoyo Anon! GODS THANK YOU FOR THE SUGGESTIONS! Especially since it helps me tie together a story I had in mind that was rather loose and just floating ideas in my brain... Also it kinda fits in weirdly well with another Anon ask/request that I'll for SURE get around to doing... eventually HKJH\SGDJ

With these in mind, here's a little story idea with bits from your suggestions with mine that I might eventually get around to making into a comic 👀👀 (Under the cut bc it is LONGGGG like REALLY long lmao)

Mike returns back to the Pizzaplex during the events of Ruin. He worked at the Pizzaplex while it was still running, for what reason? There's not a clue in the world, but he went undercover as a security guard. They say that his mother owns the place, evident by his rank high up, but nobody at all knows who runs the place and how Michael even got a job. But there he was.

He's back again to uncover the reason for it's destruction- to hopefully find answers to unsolved mysteries left by this company and to rewrite the sins of William. He's arrived maybe an hour or so after Cassie entered, so there's no sign of life in the main entrance besides a certain mask bot without the key item in its possession. The events of this comic take place during this time.

Afterward, the mask bot can't seem to let go after finding Mike again- Jeremy couldn't let go- so he tags along as Mike scours the pizzaplex. Jeremy's following along as he knows the programming of the bot he inhabits, gave his daughter a very dangerous item- the V.A.N.N.I mask- So he wants to try and get it off her hands as soon as he can with the help of Mike. How he'll convey his wants on the matter? He can't, but he'll try.

They're quick through the place- Cassie cleared the way, so all enemies are pretty much nonexistent to them, so they catch up quick to where she was recently. They find the MXES system offline and Mike panics, as he knows what's beyond it. (Playing off the theory that it was Henry's creation, Mike would know what it is.)

They find Roxy destroyed, Mike motioned to Jeremy to keep looking and he agrees. Making his way quietly, Jeremy peeks around the corner to see the Mimic's hand grabbing the power supply to the elevator. He hears Cassies voice faintly, possibly in the elevator and freezes in horror as the Mimic rips the wires and the Elevator fails (playing on the theory that the Mimic caused the elevator to fail.), all he can hear is Cassies screaming and he rushes back to Mike.

As he returns back, Mike somehow got Roxy online, but she's still in a completely wrecked state. They take her to the nearest safe zone- one they could think of on the spot to avoid the Mimic and try and fix her up a little more. Awake again, Roxy remembers her duty of protecting Cassie and tasks herself with finding Cassie- Jeremy is pleased with this as he can't convey his own panic- Once she somehow picks up her location, she guides them through twisting turns and flights of staircases until they find a bunker- Mike knows this bunker

They're back at the SL building : > (IDK, where else would the elevator lead lmao, I don't think there's anything lower than the SL bunker 😭)

Mike is familiar with this place but struggles to come to terms with this fact that this was where he was supposed to die- and who does he find than a giant mess of wires and destroyed bodies of past animatronics. He remembers Ennard He remembers Molten Freddy- This was horrifying, huge, and there was a mess of screams and crying inaudible, but he knew the thing was upset. Jeremy recognises the mask the thing it's wearing- it was Lefty, the thing in the VR world that tried to kill him while he was mending Helpy (this AU has Lefty as the head of the Blob/Tangle)

Mike has a feeling he knows what this is. He wasn't the person who attended the burning of the Pizzaria Sim Location, but rather, he helped guide the animatronics with Henry there for whomever was working there at the time, but he was indulged in Henry's plans- And he was mortified to know it only made everything worse- This was an amalgamation of all the children's animatronic bodies- remnant- souls- they were upset, scared, just wanting to move on, and Mike wanted to help so badly.

The thing was kind to them, even Mike for some reason. Roxy begged the thing to guide them to Cassie and it Obliged- the soul that was in the lead wasn't malicious, it was kind, especially to children so it wanted to help. It was kind to Mike- why Mike? He didn't know that the thing guiding them to Cassie was Charlie, she knew Mike- She wanted to help mike and with Cassidy in the amalgamation helping Charlie, she knew Mike was safe after letting his little brothers soul free from Golden Freddy while she inhabited it, so she deemed him good.

They find Cassie, incredibly injured and Jeremy panicked, rushing over and holding her close. Something was wrong though, she wore the mask- they didn't know her mind isn't in control anymore- she has succumbed to a similar fate as Jeremy but he is determined to save her from it.

She will be the next Vanny.

[princessmisery666]

Daily Mixes Challenge - 2K follower celebration

I wasn't sure about doing a follower celebration as I'm quite sporadic with posting but I just surpassed 2K followers, I will be celebrating my birthday in May (the same day as Sam Winchester), and my blog will be turning 3 and I wanted to celebrate.

A multi-fandom challenge with no end date for sign ups or posting entries.

Music inspires me in my day to day life and as I have progressive hearing loss I listen to A LOT of music. I want to consume as much as I can before I can’t do it any more.

So my challenge is this: send me an ASK picking one of the below categories: 

Daily Mix 1

Daily Mix 2

Daily Mix 3

Daily Mix 4

Daily Mix 5

Daily Mix 6

Pop

R&B

Hip Hop

Dance

Rock

Metal

2010s

2000s

90s

80s

Chill

Happy

Upbeat

Romantic

Moody

I will hit shuffle on the corresponding Spotify playlist and give you the first song that plays. You then have to write a fic or create a mood board, aesthetic or piece of art based on that song or the feelings it gives you.

More Info below the cut.

I will make sure no one gets the same song.

For anyone who doesn’t use Spotify, it creates “made for you” playlists that are personalised to your tastes and they change from day to day. It changes DAILY, so I don’t know what song you could get. I listen to anything from cheesy pop to hardcore rock.

Info & Guidelines - cause no one likes rules: 

Fandoms I’m interested in but you can write for any fandom you wish. Supernatural, Marvel, Top Gun: Maverick, DC, Shadow & Bone, The Witcher, Outer Banks, Yellowstone-verse, Sons Of Anarchy. And probably more feel free to ask. 

Bonus points for: Sam Winchester/Jared Padalecki, Sam Wilson/Anthony Mackie, Erik ‘Kilmonger’ Stevens/Michael B Jordan, and Geralt/Henry Cavill.

MARVEL NOTE: I won’t read Tony Stark fics. He can be a supporting character but I won’t read anything that is centred around him. Sorry. I have a reason for this that I’m happy to discuss but it’s a bit dark and this is supposed to be fun.😉

Feel free to combine this with any other bingos/challenges you are partaking in if they allow the same. 

Can be fluff, smut, angst, kinks, crack, A/B/O, AU’s whatever floats your boat. Dark themes welcome. 

Any and ALL trigger warnings must be highlighted. I’ll step out of my comfort zone and read anything - except Tony Stark, paedophilia, necrophilia and scat play (don’t look it up).

Any and all ships welcome.

Can be reader insert, 1st/3rd person, OC or character’s POV. Whatever you prefer.

Fics can be any length, but PLEASE use a ‘keep reading’ line for long posts or fics over 500 words.

If the song you get doesn’t spark any inspiration, there’s no pressure to do it, and feel free to ask for another.

Can request as many songs as you want. 

You don’t have to be following me.

No end date for requests

No due date for entries.

Use the tag #666DailyMix so I can find it and don’t forget to tag me in your work.

Would appreciate a reblog for a signal boost

I will reblog all entries

I will create a master list and update whenever there is a new submission

[goodomensjail]

I don’t think the book of life is actually a thing we need to worry about…

Some of you may know before the series premiered and I saw the early screening, I thought the book of life would be a really big deal

However, now watching the series start to finish twice the only person who actually makes the book of life threat is Michael and they are a bit flustered when they talk about it with Beelzebub

Beelzebub takes it at face value who then relays it like a game of telephone to Crowley, who writes it off as not a thing (said it to scare the cherubs). If we are to assume that Crowley once had higher status than Michael, which most of the season is alluding to him being the previous supreme archangel (now whether that’s Rapheal, Lucifer, or if “Gabriel” is just a title not a name and Angel Crowley was “Gabriel”) I think we should take Crowleys initial response with more face value.

Beezlebub remember at this point is trying to bribe Crowley into finding Gabriel with a title as Duke of hell, which we now know, was for selfish and loving reasons. Same for the book of life, it’s a threat to get Crowley moving to find Gabriel. An empty one.

Shax we realize is low level and fairly incompetent and only relaying what she heard from Beelzebub. Again, not reliable.

The next time we hear about it, it’s again Michael being bratty about their status, and metatron comes in and shoots them down that they don’t actually have that authority

So what proof do we have at the book of life is at all important to the plot moving forward, really? Michael appears to be an unreliable narrator who is making up threats to seal their status in the power vacuum with Gabriel gone.

We have a Crowley who seems to know a heck of a lot about how heaven runs thinking at first it’s “not a thing”, and only taking it seriously because of his love and fear for Aziraphale

And then we have metatron who doesn’t straight up say that isn’t real, so okay.

Anyway, it could still very much be ✨a thing ✨ and metatron doesn’t say it doesn’t exist, but upon a second watch, I don’t think it was anything more than an empty threat and another red herring, and I personally am not subscribing to theories floating around that it’s going to be some big revelatory rewrite of season two.

And that doesn’t mean it was pointless to the story, writing about the book of life, did exactly what it was supposed to do. It got Crowley back helping Aziraphale even against his better judgment, and his own wants, in a mirror of what the final fight was going to be it doesn’t matter that it didn’t come back around or it wasn’t a gun that fired. It served its purpose narratively as a threat, even if an empty one.

Anyway, thanks for joining me on my TED talks, where I vaguely allude to posts but don’t actually want to comment on them because I do want everyone to have fun….

[parttimereporter]

Many of you stopped life this weekend to watch THE OCTPUS MURDERS on Netflix..

If you did, you may be like us and scratching your head about one particular part that included information about the Zapruder film and the JFK assassination.

In American Conspiracy: The Octopus Murders, investigative journalist Cheri Seymour recalls being shown what she was told was the “real” Zapruder film, the footage of the 1963 assassination of John F. Kenney. In this version, the driver appears to be the shooter. However, Seymour suggests this was doctored in order to generate confusion and jeopardize her credibility. 

The incident unfolded when she went to visit Robert Booth Nichols, a man who claimed to have worked for the CIA. Michael Riconosciuto, one of Hansen and Casolaro’s main sources, said Nichols was “key to The Octopus,” but had warned not to speak to him, describing him as “absolutely scary.”

According to the account in the documentary, she went to visit Nichols at what she believes was a “safe house,” he started playing the Zapruder tape in slow motion. In this version, the driver took out a gun, turned around, and shot Kennedy. When she asked Nichols if it was a doctored tape, he reportedly replied, “This is the original one.”

The public supposedly saw the normal old regular one--you know, the one where the head goes back and to the left but the limo driver didn't do it.

But here was the thing.. In this moment of the documentary, they use a snippet of the Zapruder film in which the bottom of the trunk is missing, making the tree appear as if it’s floating. “He says, ‘This is the one that you’re seeing in the media and it’s been doctored.’ He looked very, very intently at me and he said, ‘Nothing is as it appears to be.’ That tape was the last thing he did before I left,” states Seymour. 

Here is the problem for many who watched: They did not see a scene of Zapruder in which there was a floating tree...

So what gives?

We can collectively travel to REDDIT to see what the masses are saying about their experiences watching this..

There have been countless conspiracies about the Kennedy assassination in Dallas, even the limo driver did it theory. But the floating tree, to our knowledge, has not come up as a potential conspiracy theory at all since 1963..

This is a first--but again, is there even a floating tree. You can search up videos of the Zapruder film on Youtube, or just watch the movie JFK Where Oliver Stone has Kevin Costner say 'back and to the left' on repeat like a broken record. But either way, the challenge is there: Find the floating tree. We can't.

It also seems unfair to let the 'limo driver did it' theory out there without addressing it cohesively. The idea that William Greer did it seems more than far fetched.

Now, there was plenty of concern and anger over Greer on that day, and he eventually apologized to Jackie Kennedy.

There was a public record of Greer being interviewed in 1983 about the assassination. "I was in the front seat, I was driving him when he was shot," former Secret Service Agent Bill Greer told WBTV in 1983.

"I looked over my shoulder and saw the blood coming down Governor Connaly's white shirt and I knew it was trouble," said Greer. "Kellerman yelled out we've been hit." Roy Kellerman was the other secret service agent who was in the front seat of the Kennedy car that day.

"I watched them massage his heart and I thought I saw movement, but there was no doubt he was dead," he recalled. "It didn't take long for the significance of what happened to sink in. It shook me up quite a bit."

Greer retired from the Secret Service just a few years after the assassination and moved to Waynesville, North Carolina. He had nightmares for a while and always thought about why it all happened.

"I think that's what gave me ulcers," he said in 1983.

But did he 'do it.' Probably not, folks.

You can find tons of websites about the JFK topic, but here is one where they try to track all of the potential whodunits.

But they point out that Greer's hands are on the steering wheel securely seconds before shots rang out.

So .. anything is surely possible. In this world, it seems like the impossible is possible more often than not. However discernment is also necessary when contemplating things of this nature.

So floating trees and limo drivers doing it just seem difficult to conjure up.

However, what so many fail to mention or remember, number 5 from the Umbrella Academy was certainly behind the fence that same day fighting with his adult self over the briefcase to bring time back, or forward, in time with Luther. ...Ah ha, maybe THAT is why the tree temporarily floated. That't it!

[adventism-atheism-orthodoxy-me]

First Things

*** Updated May 5, 2024 ***

I've been thinking of making this post for awhile. If you go directly to the full page of Adventism, Atheism, Orthodoxy & Me, there's an About page that most people may miss. I haven't updated it in awhile, but it is still accurate, as far as it goes, and provides a snapshot of where my mind was when I began this project.

In this pinned comment, I would like to, instead of rehashing all the things you can read there, bear down on a few points.

Christians are always asking, how can one witness to Americans in an American Context? Papers are written about "American" values and how those values can be used for witnessing, evangelizing, or frankly - marketing. While I may not be a "typical American", I do live a typical American lifestyle. I converse with typical Americans day-to-day at work or in recreation. I read American news feeds, I enjoy American produced entertainment. I have a higher education than I use, and at the time I started, was frankly looking for a way to put a bit of that education and life experience into something useful. Why not document why Evangelical Christianity failed me, how I dealt with my disenchantment, and what changes I had to witness, experience, and eventually accept before I found a form of Christianity that I could accept?

My first post was on Adventist apologetics. Are we like the Jehovah's Witness and think of Christ as a created being named Michael? Like many things in the early days of Adventism the answer isn't exactly simple. The Short answer is I, at least, thought of Michael as just another name for the (largely) trinitarian Christ. However, early Adventism was populated by a lot of different small "c" christians with all sorts of beliefs, including forms of Christological Arianism. My intent was to debunk certain popular assumptions about Adventism that were clearly wrong. I actually consider it interesting that our founders never wrote a disparaging word about Orthodox Christianity. The Papacy, yes; but the focus was on the faults of Western Christendom - not the East. The great Schism never even made a footnote in anything our founders wrote. Increasingly though, I'm compelled to ignore apologetics as a distraction to living the Christian life.

Beyond those apologetics, I started posting particular Orthodox Blog Posts that spoke to me personally. I've recently throttled back a great deal on consuming Orthodox Christian content, as I'm more intrigued by Atheist Christian dialogue, practical day-to-day praxis, and if I'm going to talk about theology, then Theism generally. Someone asked at some point, "why do you post what you do?" From that point on, I felt the need to provide commentary on most of the entries I would post. Sometimes an entry is still posted without comment, mostly because in my mind the post's relevance should be self evident. A part of me knows that's disingenuous. I can't expect casual people who've never met me to see what I see when I read something - Heck, not even my wife understands me anymore. Nevertheless, I will occasionally make a post with no comment, if for no other reason then to keep it in mind.

Per my roots, I try to comment on other Christian or Atheist items that I periodically encounter. I frequently pull up the Adventist Today ( a lay Seventh-Day Adventist) website, Spectrum Magazine (another lay Seventh-Day Adventist) website, or Fulcrum 7 (another Lay Seventh-Day Adventist) website to see what my fellow Adventists are thinking about. I'd pull up more, but I don't really know all the lay Adventist blogs that might be floating around out there, and these are the biggest.

Because philosophy plays a big part in how you see the world, was what I could cling to during my Evangelical deconstruction, and can give words to concepts that are hard to explain otherwise - you will see the occasional quote or link to a philosophical idea. In one case that I can think of, I saw an unintended confirmation of Orthodox - I lack the word - Cosmology? Belief and Praxis?.... that I think many Evangelicals would find insulting, or just "unrealistic". Broadly included within philosophy, I also include Alexandra Hudson's Civic Renaissance project.

I like pretty pictures. Landscapes mostly. I also post music. I may also add the occasional odd random thing beyond those. I try to keep this Blog curated and fairly tightly focused, but sometimes I'm impressed to break out of that particular box. If you don't like it I'm sorry. Rest assured, we will resume our regular programming momentarily.

I know some find this insulting, but I try not to follow anybody who is overtly "Roman" Catholic - Latin. First off, I don't have a lot of nice things to say about the Papacy. It is my opinion that the the Latins were the first Protestants. Their progeny includes the ever expanding number of denominations that populate the globe, and many people forget that there was also a period of rival Popes. The Latin Church is a top-down hierarchy prone to instability without the force and power of the Pope to keep everything in place. And the doctrine of Original Sin, as instituted by them, has led to increasing trinitarian distortions, and actual pastoral abuses of the kind you would find in any top down system. Unless your theology is decidedly communitarian, with the Holy Spirit acknowledged as head, and having an active roll in Church management, I'm not interested. I also do not want to offend - so, while I won't stop you from following me, I won't allow myself to get triggered by you trying to pass off as Orthodox some form of Just War Theory, immaculate conception, indulgences, or whatever else is clearly a Western innovation. I also do not care about the differences between Tridantine vs Novus ordo masses - If the liturgy had been in the People's languages to begin with, you wouldn't have to be worrying about it now. I've never blocked anyone over their Latin affiliations, but I have been known to unfollow in a few cases when it was clear that we had nothing in common.

Lastly, I will block followers who look enough like spam, or porn accounts to justify the block. One post, maybe a brief account description, a header image, a personal image. Followers help a lot - if I can see who you're following, and it doesn't look like some random collection, you're probably okay. A personal ask will definitely keep you off the block list.

So to answer the question that keeps getting asked - My theology not withstanding, day-to-day, I remain a Seventh-Day Adventist, and go to a Seventh-Day Adventist Church with my wife and family who have been perplexed as to why the Adventism I grew up with isn't enough.

The last two times I went to an Eastern Orthodox Service was once in, I think, 2017 when I took my wife for her first time, and discovered that the Church I had catechized in had transformed from a vibrant convert church to a small Syrian village Church, seemingly overnight. The next time was in January 2020 at an OCA Church - I remember the month specifically because after that one Vespers visit, Covid shut the door for the next two years. And while I spent a few Holy Week services here and there between those two dates, I haven't committed to an Orthodox Christian community since then.

Throughout this time I tried to retain the Orthodox Christian theology and praxis I had received in my Catechesis back in 2016. But, given the ongoing challenges of family, friends, responsibilities associated with my Seventh-Day Adventist Church community, and most importantly engagement with the world around me, I've had to reluctantly let it go; and while I was disappointed with this dawning realization, I've come to accept it.

This blog will continue, but I might change the title at some point. Because, while the word "Orthodox" isn't copywrited by the Orthodox Church, and it's just as likely to return Jewish topics in a Google search, I wouldn't want to be seen as mischaracterizing Orthodox Christian belief. As is, I've tried to clearly separate my personal opinion from official Church Dogma in my posts, but sometimes I don't think that delineation has been clearly understood by my readers - even some who should know better.

This blog has always been about my journey and providing an account my kids can read after I'm gone. And at this point, the journey continues outside and with less and less influence by the Orthodox Christian faith.

Lord, Jesus Christ Son of God, Have mercy upon me, A Sinner.

[thesilentlands]

-Next

Chapter 6: Abyssal Trail

-Part1

They layed there for hours on end, listening to the sound of the night, Michael wondered how his new life will look like, he knows nothing about outside life, maybe he will somehow fit it? He will find it out soon enought. Michael got up and moved Volt a bit to the side, he then packed up his sleeping bag and watched the sky, admaiering the beauti of stars. The sun was slowly rising and with that Volt woke up from his shutdown, he got up and notised Michael looking at him

-good morning bud -hello Michael, ready to go? -of course - they got out of the hole and headed west to to Abyssal Trail -Volt? -yes? -what is the Abyssal Trail? -Abyssal Trail is a masive unknown for of land that was created just after the time substance fanished from this world, its said that the land was created on the space where they left. The Abyssal Trail found its use to fast travel between lands much faster because the land there bends time and space. Creatures there are also pretty friendly and can give you a ride as long as you give them something small and shiny, they take it as payment -well thanks for the info -no problem -they walk and walk until they reach it, the great Abyssal Trail

-its weard... -odd fealings are common hire, lets find someone to help us get acrose - they walked in to the strange place, there where a lot of strange creatures around them, they all where unique in theier own way, the all had the same bird like mask. There where also a lot of starnge floating objects and bridges that seamed to be infitite.

Sudently one of thos creatues aproched them, it looked pretty normal, it lacked a tail and its body was pretty fat, its legs where mechanical and the same bird mask stuck. -hello? -the creature made a series of mechanical clanking noises -can you understand this Volt? -they want to know where your going - Michael explained that they where going west to a city, he also detailed how the city looked, the creature yet again spoke -it said that it can get us there by a small payment in something shiny - Michael looked at the creature notising its belt of items, there was a lonely fork among them so he desided to give it a spoon.

-can this be of use for you? - the creature chirped in respond -it said yes - Michael and Volt got of the creatures back and they slowly made theier way to the city.

-do you think that ill fit in? -huh? -you know, i dont any normal human interaction, and im worried that they will take me for a weardo -your sytuation is unique, maybe youll find people who are almoust the same as you -maybe.. -dont get your hopes down, your true life may start just there, why keep them down? -i guess your right -they then admired the beaut of this place and both waited for the trip to end.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Slow Burn (2) Masterlist

part one

Bleeding heart (ao3) - exhiled_spirit luke/ashton M, 35k

Summary: Time changes. Some would say that all of his wishes came true and in some way they did. That’s why he stopped wishing upon the stars like he did when he was a naive child. Because all those wishes led him up to this moment in time. A time where Luke stopped wishing upon a star and instead felt himself become one. Each and every day he felt his mind leaving his body and float away. It’s only a matter of time now until he’s leaving the atmosphere and becomes a floating rock himself. A rock without its glow, just a cold hard rock that no one sees and cares about. 

Or Luke’s past relationship haunts his ever waking moment and everything comes crashing down during the highly anticipated Meet You There Tour.

Days in the sun (ao3) - Calumthoodshands (tndart) luke/calum, ashton/ofc M, 200k

Summary: Calum and Ashton live a quiet life in the south of France — until Luke shows up to get away from his busy life as a singer and the past year. Neither he nor Calum have any intention to get over their mutual aversion, but apparently this summer has other plans for them.

Fine Print - @daydadahlias​​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton M, 61k

Summary: If Michael says Ashton Irwin will be a good bodyguard then sure, Luke will put his money on Ashton being a good bodyguard. Besides, all Luke needs is a shadow. So what if he doesn’t like him?

Who ever cared about liking their shadow anyway?

or the one where Luke is a heartbroken solo artist who can’t sleep and Ashton is his less-than-enthusiastic bodyguard

Flatmates (ao3) - Yes_Kassiopeia luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 81k

Summary: When Luke was looking for an apartment in London, he didn’t really expect anything too fancy. Just a small place to stay for his last year of college. It’s not like he could afford better anyway. So when he saw an advertisement for a really good looking flat in the centre, for such a small amount, he wasn’t really believing it. But he could give it a chance and try to see what is behind this attractive offer.

home is wherever you are tonight (ao3) - lifewasradical luke/ashton M, 72k

Summary: Life has become so mundane in the past few years that there’s very little that sends a thrill up Luke’s spine anymore. It’s that idea that had him saying yes to the idea of moving out here for a few weeks anyways: the knowledge that this was a completely new place where no one knew his name. He could be anyone he wanted to be here, within reason. He wouldn’t be seeing any of these people again after May, so what’s the harm in becoming a new person for a bit? Someone not so bogged down by the shit in their head that they can’t get out of bed some mornings. Maybe this is a step in the direction of the person Luke wants to be in the future anyways.

Or, Luke inherits a beach house on a tiny coastal island that needs some work. He didn’t plan on falling in love with the guy at the hardware store.

in the in between (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum M, 32k

Summary: “What the fuck is this?”

It’s pretty much Luke’s first full spoken-in-person-sentence to Calum in months.

It’s his first sentence to Calum in months, and he’s yelling it in the middle of his driveway at seven in the morning, while a dog yelps back at him from down the street. It’s perfect.

“I thought you said you wanted iced coffee,” Calum replies defensively, consciously diverting his eyes away from Luke’s face because it’s the only way he can be sure he’s not staring. He needs to act normal, but he can’t remember exactly what acting normal around Luke actually entails. Probably not constantly shifting his eyes around like he’s possessed. He forces his eyes back to Luke’s face before Luke goes off in search of a priest skilled in exorcisms.

Made in Magnolia - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) calum/ashton, michael/luke E, 220k

Summary: There’s that feeling again. The warmth and the electricity that travels between them which lacks nerves or pretenses or any semblance of who they have been in the past. Calum isn’t the same guy who usually gets fucked and kicked out when he gets invited to stay the night. Ashton isn’t the same guy who got married at twenty in Mississippi. They’re new when they’re together.

tell me what you like (it's okay, i'm curious too) (ao3) - orphan_account michael/calum E, 11k

Summary: Somehow, telling Calum straight up that he may want to fuck him while he wears women’s clothing doesn’t seem like the brightest idea Michael’s ever had.

or: It’s an amalgamation of things Michael never would have considered: Ashley’s wig and a tight jean skirt.

Also: Calum.

the light in your eyes (ao3) - cashcakeplz michael/calum, michael/luke, luke/ashton N/R, 137k

Summary: Or the one where Calum is beautiful and beaten, Michael is in love with his best friend, Luke is lost, and Ashton just wants everyone to be happy.

The Sun Is Burning Down Los Angeles (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum M, 40k

Summary: Calum probably signed a form saying he wouldn’t fall in love with the lead singer of the band. And he really doesn’t want to. What a cliché. It’s just…people get famous for a reason. This guy got famous for all the reasons. 

Calum moves to LA to work for 5SOS.

The Wrong Ways to Fall in Love (ao3) - WhoknewZeus calum/ashton M, 28k

Summary: Ashton believes he cannot fall in love anymore; he just can't find the time to personally invest himself into someone. So he decides to use his best friend, Calum Hood, to substitute the feeling until he is able to find the one.

They were supposed to realize their love for each other, but it came in all the wrong ways. They'll hurt each other, comfort each other, and learn to hate the other. But most importantly, they'll horribly fall in love.

Maybe it was all a waste of time for them, or maybe it was a bad idea and should give up on each other... but what if it was all worth it? Will they endure it all or fall into pieces?

This Is Our Fate, I’m Yours (and Yours and Yours) (ao3) - leapin_lizards ot4 T, 59k

Summary: Ashton doesn’t want a soulmate. Ashton doesn’t want any soulmates, let alone more than one. That’s what’s set up for him, after all, written into his skin by destiny. But one early morning he sees a boy on a bus, and the weeks following bring change: the boy on the radio feels like home, and Ashton’s troublesome roommate may be bringing home with him.

Tidal Wave - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) luke/ashton E, 127k

Summary: A story about figuring out how to handle the difficulties life throws at you, on your own and with the help of loved ones.

tie me to your fingertip (don't let me float away) (ao3) - diets0dasociety michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 22k

Summary: or, the malum soulmate fic nobody was waiting for in which Calum and Ashton are sort of brothers and Luke and Michael keep popping up.

Tongue-Tied And White Lie Addicted (ao3) - fourdrunksluts michael/ashton, luke/calum E, 50k

Summary: Michael's just finished his undergrad and is ready to stop messing around with strangers and get more serious about his studies as he prepares for his dream job. No relationships, no sex. Which is harder than it sounds when Ashton Irwin comes into his life.

when did the diamonds leave your bones (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton E, 41k

Summary: It should be embarrassing, the way Ashton’s looking at him right now, but it’s much better than the last one he gave him; one of pure hurt, like he could never be forgiven for what he’d done. If Ashton still hates him—if he ever did, and Luke suspects he might have—he’s at the very least not letting it show.

“Do you want—something?” Luke asks, gesturing behind himself towards the kitchen, but he’s not entirely sure if that’s what he’s asking.

“Can I stay here for a few days?”

(or, eighteen months into an indefinite hiatus, Ashton shows up on Luke's doorstep and moves into his spare room.)

You Are The Moon That Breaks The Night (ao3) - thesoulsailor calum/ashton, michael/luke E, 120k

Summary: or a drunk walk home is destined to change Ashton's life forever.

you keep eternity (ao3) - merlypops luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 77k

Summary: Luke crashes into Ashton's life like a shooting star, Calum shows Michael that he's still beautiful, and maybe things don't feel so dark anymore.

[djtheabishai]

FrostStar's Tale

So, this is pretty much a story about D.J. and Brook and how they grew up. The characters age at the prologue so everyone has a understanding of age. D.J. and Brook: Only eggs. They are born the day the hatch. Simeon: 9 when he found D.J.'s egg, 10 when she hatches. Barbatos: 16 when he finds Brook's egg and she hatches. \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ This is a slow burn fic with Simeon and Barb. They will slowly but surely get together.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Work Text:

After a tragic incident, two eggs difted up river. A blue egg with light blue flames decorating it and a blackish - purple egg with galaxies and different colored stars on it.

The two eggs floated together till they came across a fork in their path. The blue egg went right while the black egg went left.

After a few days of their separation, a dark skinned little boy with dark hair, piercing blue eyes and white clothes saw the blue egg. He got up to his feet from sitting on a blanket in the grass and chased after it, leaving a boy around the same age with raven hair and red-ish black eyes behind. "Hey! Where you going?!" The boy called after him.

The darker boy didn't answer, instead he kept  running alongside the river, keeping track of the egg.

He chased the egg for miles till it got caught in some branches down hill. Sliding down the hill, they boy went to where the egg was. His shoes were getting muddy and his feet were getting drenched from the all the water splashing him. 

He got down deeper, the water reaching his waist while mud trapped him by kis knees. He grabbed a hold of the egg with one hand and tried to clear the branches with the other. He was thankful that he was rotted to the ground by the mud with how hard the water was attacking him. 

When he freed the egg, he grabbed a hold of the egg and held it close and tight to himself, not wanting it to up river again. That's when the raven haired boy ran up and spotted him. 

"What are you doing?! Are you alright?!" He asked the darker boy. 

The darker boy looked up and swiped hair from his eyes and gave a shy smile." Help?!" He called up over the sound of crashing waves. The other boy sighed and looked around for something, grumbling to himself. He then found a long and sturdy branch and grabbed it, lowering it to to the boy with the egg. "Grab onto the best you can!" He instructed.

The boy grabbed the branch with one hand and held the egg close to him with the other. "Got it!" He called. The raven haired boy pulled with all his might. It took several hard tugs and words of encouragement to finally free the boy and bring the egg up with him. 

The raven haired boy fell on his butt and leaned back on his hands, panting. The darker boy looked over the egg and saw it wasn't damaged. He sighed in relief and looked over to the other boy. "Thanks for your help, Lucifer." He thanked. The boy known as Lucifer glared at him. "I swear, you're more troublesome than Mammon! And he's just a baby!" The boy scolded. 

He sighed upon hearing a nervous chuckle from the darker boy. " But you're welcome. Are you okay?" Lucifer then asked. The boy nodded. " I'm okay. So is .. whatever .... this is." He said. Looking at it closer, the object seemed to half his size. It's also swirling hot and cold temperatures to the touch.

"There you both are!" A semi-deep voice suddenly spoke, making both boys jump. "Didn't I tell you two not to stray too far from the blanket?" The male voice asked stern. Both boys looked down, hands behind their back. "Sorry Michael." They apologized.

The teen looked at the darker boy. "Whatchu got there?" He asked. They boy tried to look up, but he quickly looked back down and squeezed his eyes shut. The older male may be in front of the sun, but he wasn't completely blocking it. 

So he turned his a bit in his direction. "I don't know. I saw it in the river and went after it. I think it might be an egg. It's both hot and cold to the touch." He informed. "Hot and cold?" Michael repeated and the boy nodded, holding the egg up to him.

The older male took the egg and saw the boys clothes. "Simeon! You're a dripping, muddy mess!" He pointed out. Simeon's face went hot and returned his hands behind his back, twiddling his thumbs. "I know, Michael. I'm sorry."

Michael sighed and inspected the egg. After a few moments, he spoke. "This isn't just any egg, Simeon. This is a dragon egg." He told him. "A dragon egg? Oh, Michael, can I take care of it? I saved it from the river! Please?!" Simeon begged, blue eyes wide and pleading. "I don't know, taking care of a creature is hard work. A dragon hatchling at that." He told him. "Come in, Michael, please?! I promise to take care great care of them! Lucifer can help me too! He pulled me and the egg up when I got stuck!" Simeon tried to reason. He could feel Lucifer glared at him.

The teen eyed the boys. "Very well, it's yours," He says, giving the egg back to the darker boy. "but just know it'll be very time consuming. You'll need to keep it warm, feed it, bathe it and tend to it when it gets hurt and other it's needs. Are you sure you're up for this?" Michael checked. "Very!" Simeon said and held the egg close to him with a huge smile. " Alright. If you need help, don't hesitate to ask. Now, let's head back, it's about dinner time." He said and walked away.

Lucifer turned to Simeon. " I'm not helping you raise it. I can look for books to make it easier for you, but I'm not raising it." He told him." Why not?" " They're trouble." Lucifer tried to reason. "You don't know that!" " I do know that. I read that they are dangerous." He stated, crossing his arms. "If that's the case, then why did Michael say I can raise it?" Simeon countered with a smirk that grew wider the longer his brother was silent. 

"Yeah huh, that's what I thought!" He laughed. "I'm not helping." Lucifer stated again. "You're just jealous I got the egg and you didn't." The darker boy teased. "Come on, if you do, you get credit for raising a amazing creature! Imagine: Simeon and Lucifer: Owners of a mighty dragon!" He said, flinging an arm around Lucifer's shoulders. "No one will look down upons us ever again!" 

Lucifer looked at Simeon with furrowed brows. "Are you sure you're an angel?" He teased. Simeon smiled. "100 percent! Why?!" He asked. "Because," Lucifer points to the egg. "that's not and it's here." The raven haired boy pointed out. Simeon opened his mouth to respond, then closed it and looked at him with furrowed brows. Lucifer laughed. 

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Walking through the dark streets, a teen was going through a alley of street vendors. A torn and dirty cloak covered him to his knees and it's hood covered his face.

The teen was only passing through when something big and black caught his attention from the corner of his eye. He stopped and looked over to see what looks like a egg on a giant pedestal with a sign on it that says "Giant Magic Stone! 10,000 Grimm!" The teen raised a brow and chuckled. "Who's dumb enough to actually pay that much for a rock?" He thought to himself.

The vendor glared at him. "You wanna say that again, young punk?!" He challenged. The teen blinked, eyes widen a bit, pupils turning to slits for a spilt second before returning to normal." I'm sorry, are you talking to me?" He asked, pointing to himself. The vendor growled. " Yes, I'm talking to you, dumbass!" The teen narrowed his eyes. " Would you be kind enough to tell exactly what I said? You see, I say a lot of things over the years and it's kinda hard to keep track of everything I said." He remarked.

The vendor snarled. "Ok wise guy. You said 'who'd be dumb enough to by rocks?" The teens eyes widen a bit. Oh shit. He did say that out loud. Guess he has to run along with it now.

"Ok. First of all, I said " "Who's dumb enough to actually pay that much for a rock." He said, putting emphasis on "that much". "Second," He walks up to the shop and stood just arms reach. It also confirmed that the item was indeed not a rock or stone, but an egg. "that's not a rock or a stone. That's an egg. You absolute moron. So not only are you misadvertising, you're more likely a illegal shop vendor. I highly wanted on at that." The teen observed. He then smirked. " So unless you want to be turned in, I suggest you give me your so called "Magic Stone" and I'll be on my merry way like I was never here. The teen said.  "Hell No! You think I'm willing to give up an egg just like that?!" The vendor yelled at him. " Now beat it, kid! I got work to do." He said. 

" Suit yourself." He looks over and sees the guards enter the area. " He grins and raises his arm, bouncing on his toes. "Guard!" He called.

The vendor quickly grabbed the teens arm and yanked it down. "What are you doing?!" He whipser-hissed. "I told you. Give me the egg or get turned in." He yanked his arm from the vendor's hand and raised his arm and stood on his toes again. "GUARD!!" He yelled louder, grabbing the guards attention, looking around for whoever called them.

"Alright fine! The the stupid thing! I don't care for it anymore!" The vendor then said and shoved the egg towards the teen. The teen quickly grabbed it and held it close to himself. "Thank you. Now. You mention this anyone, I WILL have you shut down and arrested." The hooded teen said. "Is that a threat?" The vendor asked, furrowing his brows. "No," The teen pulled his hood down to reveal dark green hair and turquoise bangs on the right that goes down to his ear lobe.

The vendor gasped in shock in fear. "B-Bar-Bar-" "It's a promise." The teen finished, green eyes flaring with the promise of disaster. He pulled his hood back up and readjusted the egg in his arms. "Have a good day." He smiled and walked away from the vendor and his shop with his new egg.

He took the egg to a small cottage in the woods where he lived and set the egg on the table. Upon closer inspection, he eventually realized the egg was a dragon egg.

His eyes widen a bit. He just blackmailed the vendor for the unhatched enemy. 

He sighed. Oh well. What's done is done. 

He pondered if he should keep it or get rid of it. While he originally wanted to get rid of it, he found himself more and more curious about it and it's species. He decided to do some research on them that wasn't clouded by hate from his people.

He learned if you raise and treat them right, you will have a very faithful and loyal companion.

In the end, he thought having a dragon wouldn't be so bad. That dragons aren't as bad as demons make them out to be. But only time will tell. 

Notes:

Blooper!! Vendor: You said "Who'd be demon enough to buy rocks?"! Barbatos: .... No you Stupid Mother Fucker! THIS is what I said! *Tells him what he said* who'd be demon enough. Fucking hell! Clean your damn ears! /\/\/\/\/ Whoo boy! If you like this, be sure to like and comment!

[maybe-i-should-try-harder]

OK actually fuck you I'm doing a deere week prompt because I'm in a deere mood enjoy

It's not too romantic. Kinda badly written and all kver the place, but it's something. Lmao (a bit boring but eh how will I improve if I don't write) @rebuke-me

day 3: fantasy

Deep into the forest, Jake finally finds a place to rest.

A lake shining in the sunset behind the trees, beautiful flowers sprouting all around it, like a special ring.

He breathes out in relief, dipping his hands in the clear water.

Then, he can't resist it, but dunks his whole face in, the cooling is pleasure itself, he'd drown in it just like Narcissus, though according to a certain fae he isn't all that different from him.

Jake lifts his dripping head to find a new face in the water.

With a yelp, he backs away as a body emerges from the lake.

"Couldn't you at least ask first?" The bluest eyes he's seen, glowing freckles, and a body so slender Jake feels the urge to share his food.

A boy, sleeping in the lake? Pale, timid, with such a sweet voice. Jake feels himself get dizzy.

"I apologize, I didn't know you were here."

The boy sits on the edge of the lake, floating above the water as more of him reveals, Jake's mouth feels drier.

"Would you mind if I drink?"

The face the boy makes is almost endearing, as red as the roses before they wilted in Jake's bag, and it almost looks like as if the water's turning purple with him.

"Excuse me?" He splashes Jake, just with a throw of his hand.

Jake doesn't seem to understand.

The curls bounce as the boy huffs, face still red and movements as gentle as the waves across th-

Lake.

The lake.

Oh, the boy is a nymph! Of course.

Jake starts to chuckle and smiles brightly at the boy.

"I didn't know it was you."

He crosses his arms, looking away from Jake.

"You're awfully cheeky, you know?"

"I'd rather call myself clueless." Jake shrugs, sitting by him, even if his pants get wet as the continuous drip of the nymphs body gets to him.

"You're beautiful. Are these yours?" Jake looks at the flowers, blooming all around.

"They're Michael's. I just helped them grow." Finally, a smile on his face, fond and sweet, the curl of his lips is as gorgeous as the curl of his hair, or of the fabric caressing the boys body, blue as the lake, blue as his eyes.

"Michael." Jake says, rolling the name around his mouth.

"Sounds nice."

The boy nods.

"Would you mind if I rest here?"

"Weren't you requesting a drink? You ask for a lot.."

"I travel a lot. May I?"

The boy shrugs.

"Don't scare my friends."

"And I'll leave you a gift."

An interest of curiosity sparkles in the boy.

"Drink."

With a smile, Jake obeys.

"Who are your friends?"

He looks away.

"Ducklings."

That's adorable.

"No mom?"

Something in his face displays hurt. Do nymphs have parents?

"She left."

Jake hums, laying his head on the grass.

"What would you like your gift to be?"

His face, so sweet.

"A song, please."

"A song?"

"You're carrying an instrument."

Jake nods.

"I've never given a song before."

"I've never heard one."

"Whats your name?"

The nymph whispers, shy.

"She named me something I did not like. Please, use Jeremy."

He nods.

And let himself play as the ducklings come, a song about the most beautiful boy, with a name that's truly his own, residing in a lake.

And as Jake leaves, he hears the song play in the forest, by the flowers, by the birds, by everyone who loves Jeremy so.

And Jake sings along, leaving a trail to return to him.

[dustedmagazine]

Phauss — Audiodrome/Nya Sverige-Nothing But the Truth — (Room40)

Audiodrome by Phauss

Two well-presented reissues offer a welcome opportunity to revisit the mid-1990s work by the Swedish experimental duo Phauss. Carl Michael Von Hausswolff and Erik Pauser began their collaboration in the early 1980s after both relocated to Götenborg. After beginning by opening a gallery for art installations and performances, they soon took inspiration from the artists around them such as Leif Elggren and began their own sound experiments. These two albums explore the effects of time and place through field recordings and clever approaches to sound assemblage.

The first of these CDs, Audiodrome, is two separate but similar pieces, each about half an hour long, created using recordings from two journeys that Phauss took in 1983 and 1986. During both trips, the duo recorded audio and/or video at a random time every few days, no matter where they were or what was happening at the time. The recordings were then edited using the same approach, resulting in the audio presented here. It’s unclear why, but they’re offered in reverse order, with the later trip coming first. 

“Zürich – Zürich 1986” contains recordings from a trip starting and ending in Zürich via countries including Lebanon, Syria, India, Thailand and the U.S. The voices, street sounds, vehicles, distant announcements and coincidentally-spliced sounds blend into a new hallucinatory journey in which your brain creates connections and imagined places, floating through carnivals, markets and streets. This piece was also used as the soundtrack for a multi-display video installation, the Phauss Videodrome. 

The second piece, “Alger – Lagos 1983”, was constructed from recordings during an earlier trip from Algeria to Nigeria. This one contains more diverse and strident sounds, and by halfway through there’s an increased intensity, with some singing and instrumental strumming competing with background whistles, vehicles and other sounds demanding attention. It’s a stressful atmosphere, albeit offset by the joy communicated by the singing. There’s a period two-thirds in when everything’s overwhelmed by what may be an airplane engine revving up, an unwelcome intrusion by a symbol of industry. 

These are at root field recordings, of course, though edited and overlaid via a chance mechanism. The flow of sound creates audio portraits of places that don’t really exist, as if one could take several locations and place them atop one another to make a composite place. The interview in the book accompanying Nya Sverige mentions the duo’s connection with and debt to Gysin and Burroughs, properly situating these works with their literary and visual cut-up forebears. 

In truth, it’s a bit difficult to feel emotionally attached to these pieces. They’re too abstract, somehow, despite the clear origins in the real world. Listening, one feels like a detached observer, not like someone who’s personally involved in what’s happening. Perhaps that’s due to the way they’re constructed, to the nature of the sounds collected and used, or just from approaching the listening with certain expectations. It doesn’t take away from the intellectual appreciation, but listeners may find it challenging to develop a deeper connection. 

Nya Sverige - Nothing But The Truth by Phauss

The second release is Nya Sverige – Nothing But the Truth, a single hour-long piece both collected and created during Phauss’ 1990 tour of the U.S. Von Hausswolff and Pauser collected sounds in each city during the tour, adding them to the recordings from the previous cities. As a result, the audio became denser and more complex as the tour went on, but due to their processing the output was also increasingly abstract. This album is the final result after what the duo describe as being “messed up,” “re-generated,” and “finalised” in 1991. It’s nearly unrecognizable as something that started from field recordings. Having been fortunate enough to attend the San Francisco date of this tour, I really enjoyed the updated re-presentation here, both similar to yet different from my memories of the event. 

While Audiodrome left the original recordings untreated, though edited and mixed, Nya Sverige profoundly alters them, processing everything into a swirling cacophony of oceanic sound. It starts as a windy drone, building from near-silence to a noticeable gale over the first 13 minutes, at which point a sudden metallic clank breaks the drone. As the piece progresses, deep bass rumbles fade as everything goes nearly silent, then drones and noise return with voices dropping in and out, devolving into abstract crunching and scraping sounds. The listener can approach this as either a seemingly electronic music piece divorced from its origins, or as an intriguing puzzle, with elements of the recorded material tantalizingly offered here and there before being subsumed into the depths of sound. 

Both CDs are accompanied by small books that offer valuable background context and insights into the works. Audiodrome’s book is 42 pages of photographs from the journeys, providing a visual partner to the sound collages, while Nya Sverige contains a very informative interview with the band by Room 40 label head Lawrence English. Having both is recommended since the interview touches on both releases, as well as describing the artistic community in Götenborg that inspired and supported Phauss’ activities. As is typical of the label, the design and presentation are top-notch, and the attention to detail is especially appreciated for a project like this that’s bringing notable works from the past to today’s audiences. Those looking for adventurous listening will be rewarded. 

Mason Jones