#rhyme not intended

[orkowhereheshouldntbe]

[ID in ALT!]

Orko in my tumblr queue page. He's having fun!

[sparklative]

Sunny Side of London by Joker Out

are you just looking for fun/fuck or are you looking for love are you straight, lgbtq or none of the above

on the sunny side of london you're as free as a dove

no one cares about your money or the color of your face happiness and love are the only goals we chase so welcome to the sunny side of london all you gotta do is scream as loud as scream as loud as scream as loud as scream as loud as scream as loud loud loud loud scream as loud as you can

hug your best friend put your hands in the air ??? ??? and say what a beautiful day

are you sleeping in a king size are you sharing a bunk are you clean, smoking weed or prefer to get drunk are you following religion or will you die as a punk

there are whispers on the streets about this new hot place where everyone involved gets a ?? on the sign it says welcome to the sunny side of london

all you gotta do is scream as loud as scream as loud as scream as loud as scream as loud scream as loud as you can

hug your best friend put your hands in the air ??? ??? and say scream as loud as you can

hug your best friend put your hands in the air ??? ??? and say what a beautiful day

scream as loud as scream as loud as scream as loud as scream as loud as scream as loud loud loud loud scream as loud as you can

[uthseikoashx-goingmyway]

Louis, humanity, photography?

thinking about Louis and humanity. I found interesting the fact that he became really into photography in Paris. I thought at first it was just because of the city (+ a very fascinating tool for telling the story, a mirror of Claudia's diaries); but what about this guy's role in this?

when his soon-to-be wife was killed, Louis was following Claudia in the woods; after all, their concern was there, not among humans. I think that's Sam and Jacob who talked about it: Lestat does not cling to his humanity (it's even a sign of weakness) but he loves humanity; Louis, on the other hand, wants to stay as human as possible but has no fascination for humans beings and people, as it appears — untrustworthy, etc.

I can't help but think that Louis wasn't that detached from what happened here.

he, too, saw his lover die (from a wound in his throat); he can relate to the despair of losing a loved one. besides, he formed — in the short time they've got together — well, a friendly bound.

the following episodes will probably clear this out, but for now, I think he's taken up photographing as a way to carry this guy's humanity with him. I don't know if one may qualifiy this as a tribute, and in my opinion, Louis is not attached to him. yet, embarking on photography seems very inspired by this fortuitous encounter.

to some extent, Louis mimicks humans (steal some of their characteristics) to keep the remains of his lost humanity, maybe sometimes subconsciously, as he himself admits in season 1, when he's eating the dessert in front of Daniel. the interesting thing is: to what extent does he play human? is it just a mascarade, in the end? (and boy, the end, we'll undoubtedly get answers)

[wraithsoutlaws]

! Archive Wednesday ! If you receive this, show a photo/artwork that you never shared before (could be old/outtake/etc.)! Let those pieces shine too!

i don't have much excess vp to share but i do have this idea i worked on quite a while ago at this point. it was a cyberpunk inspired "I-Spy" layout that i intended to share for people to play but it didn't turn out very good in the long run and i think it was far too easy to find the items. there's probably a level of psychology involved in good i-spy puzzles and how to confuse the eye/disguise items that i didn't think about before i started the project. i spent a lot of time working on it though and was kinda bummed i didn't feel confident enough to share it in the end. it was a combination of in-game prop pictures and stuff i pulled from pinky's extract folders.

the items to find are: cigarette butt, relic, car, yakitori, ncpd badge, and a ticket to clouds.

[good-beanswrites]

My english lyrics for Triage woo! (They're written out under the cut, I just wanted to share my lil chart lol)

Though I'm too indecisive to officially label this as my favorite song, it's had the strongest emotional impact on me by far. It holds a special place in my heart, I definitely wanted to write lyrics for it first! I'll leave all my rambling process commentary in the tags, but I was so happy with how it came out!!

All of those cards of promise thrown down carelessly,

This must be retribution for all I've taken endlessly.

If that were the case, it should have been fate for me to die.

That's the truth, given my crime, so why--?

No, I can't take it, to this cruel joke I'll submit. You

don't know, you can't know, but I'm ready to admit:

Killing for them, extracting for them, won't change the fact they're dead.

I need someone to tag me as RED.

It makes me sick (sick), it's too unpleasant. Sick (sick)

Is this punishment? What do you mean I'm INNOCENT?

I see, the world is cruel and leaves you on your own.

(I can't die) to atone. (I can't love) alone.

I can't be saved (saved), you've nothing to give. Saved (saved)

But what if I lived? Why else would you choose to forgive?

I see, there's lives to save so let's be sensible.

Right now, you need me, (I can be) indispensable.

Tilt to and fro, I know the scales should land on GUILTY for me.

Tilt fro and to, it's INNOCENT that they choose.

They cry (x4) out in pain, I can hear them. There's no one else, to guard their health,

My mission is offering help.

All of those cards of promise thrown down carelessly,

This must be retribution for all I've taken endlessly.

So if that's the case, then it must be fate to make amends,

Extract that fang before we meet the end.

It makes me sick (sick), it's too unpleasant. Sick (sick)

Is this punishment? What do you mean I'm INNOCENT?

I see, the world is cruel, but what I've realized is

(Now I want) to be INNOCENT. (Now I want) to live.

It makes me sick (sick), This wasn't my plan, hostages at my command.

Their future resting in my hands

I see, there's lives to save so let's be sensible.

Right now, please save me, (I will be) indispensable.

Maybe this was meant to be -- oh  -- or maybe neither of us can know

There's lives to save so let's be sensible.

Right now, please save me, (I will be) indispensable.

---

I mentioned earlier that I always get annoyed with myself when people post translyrics and I can't figure out the rhythm they were going for, so here's a recording of me singing, but I'm bad at it! It's just for fun! Like a rough draft for music! Because the only thing worse than people hearing my voice is people thinking I can't count syllables!

[sonni-the-silly]

Just in case, below the cut is some vent poetry if you didn’t want to read that. It’s not very good but oh well.

Why can’t I be nice?

Every phrase every word,

Cooler than ice,

A desperate attempt,

To hide all the hurt,

All the hatred and further contempt,

A result of your doing,

The outcome you sought,

For the pleasure of viewing,

You took me and you broke me,

Everything I thought I knew,

Watching with an expression of pure unbridled glee,

Crafting and creating,

A monster that hides,

The one thing that causes the constant berating,

You have made a beast,

An unrecognisable freak,

Without even caring at the least,

I have only one thing to ask,

Is it you that’s the monster,

Or am I just one hiding behind the mask?

[rozyrne]

　✱ .　AUGUST IN ACRYLICS　/　drabble

lapis and the masked guy were out ; their room was empty for now. sort of rare since they'd got here——usually at least one of them was in when he was, so the quiet left behind is all at the same time peaceful and a bit of a downer.

there's a bunch of reasons for this, probably.

for starters: all this time, and he's never really gotten used to being alone. sure, he'd left the village, and he'd definitely never been as surrounded by other people since, but he'd joined elusia's academy not too long after that——found hortensia. found goldmary. it didn't take much for them to be inseparable, all of them kinda with their own reasons for wanting to find some people they could feel close to. thinking of it like that, he really misses them.

. . .

he really, really misses them.

a wave of something powerful starts up just below his stomach, crests up over the bars of his ribcage like the tide, choppy and strong, tipped with white fingers that reach their salt into his throat and try to get all the way to elusia on the other side. his hand slows where it absently rubs a towel over the back of his neck, pauses as he stares distantly at and past the bed where lapis sleeps, imagines for a moment that his other friends might be in the other two on either side of him, and. . .

second: the times he has been alone haven't really been good ones. there's coming out of his village for one——those couple years he'd been trying to figure out what to do, where to go, the world was so big!, what do i even do with it?? and most of time it's ' do you always talk like that? ' ; ' what's wrong with your hair? ' ; ' oh you're like really... really intense. '

you know, nothing serious or anything. just little things that you don't worry too much about, that you can't say anything to in the moment except ' uh huh, yeah ' and don't stop to wonder later why something,

something,

kinda bothered you.

(⠀' were you raised in a barn?? '⠀)

the casual blow had been meant for him. but had struck lapis instead. . . and left her cracked and bleeding.

. . .

because by now, anyway, that sort of thing doesn't bother him much anymore. he knows people are gonna say what they're gonna say, think what they're gonna think, and there's really only so much he can change about himself.

but he also knows that there's so much to change about himself, so much to decide whether and how much he should or even wants to——that it's a fine, fine line between sacrificing too much of himself and making sure he can be well-liked, a fine, fine line between i dunno, never had this problem before and no one's gonna like me otherwise.⠀(⠀you never know if a friend gets hurt because of it otherwise.⠀)

so what to change,

and how much,

and for what kind of reason. . .

. . .

lapis and the masked guy are out, leaving their room empty for now. four people, down one ; the empty bed lingering like a mark of absence——white, the color of deficit.

it's sad, thinking that ares won't be here for the rest of the month. with them, even though they'd gotten on each other's nerves, even though there's parts of him maybe he couldn't stand. with them, turning out the candles with a chorus of ' good nights ' at different pitches and moods, getting ready together in the morning, eyerolling at his little team snake cheers. thinks he'll miss the⠀" are you done with the sink yet?"⠀just a little bit.

. . . yeah! just a little bit.

"hope you can still have a blast, wherever you are ~ " he puts on his best face with hands upon both hips. like a dream still awaiting its dreamers with joy before it flies, a memorandum of affection.

"the rest of us, your room C——we'll give it everything we've got."

[akkivee]

Do you perchance have the full version of that sample art? 👀👀👀

lol my bad i meant to post the full pic first. but here’s the full pic!!!!!!

[foolsocracy]

you’re a twisted fucking cycle path for that …. (thank you for the angst it’s amazing what you draw)

WHAAAATTtttt can i say......

[esters-notepad]

The grave is defeated!

He lives! All rejoice!

God's plan is completed,

so lift up your voice!

In heavenly splendour

and triumph he stands:

redeemer, defender,

the world in his hands.

The sigil is broken, the stone rolled away,

the watchmen have fled from this bright new day,

the abyss is trembling. Hallelujah!

The light and the darkness

have waged a great war,

and light conquered darkness

forevermore.

Death's power is broken

and faith can arise

in Earth-dwellers, woken

to Paradise.

O women, who come with a sorrowful tread,

why look for the living among the dead?

See, Jesus is risen! Hallelujah!

Thus Heaven us proffers

salvation and peace,

thus burial offers

elation and ease.

Who, drooping with sadness,

at Golgotha mourned

can rise up with gladness,

though threatened and scorned.

Come, flock that was scattered, your shepherd is here!

He lives, he is risen and he stays near

while unseen in Heaven. Hallelujah!

The times may be frightening.

His church carries on.

His teachings are brightening

the world like a dawn.

Apostles are going

to all with his word.

His love they are showing,

his will they make heard.

In all tribulations our Lord they proclaim

who died for our sins, and through death became

first fruits of the living. Hallelujah!

O Christians, why worry,

why would you complain?

They pass in a hurry,

these days of our pain.

The earth will embrace us

to sleep down below,

and soon God will raise us

like wheatcorns that grow.

The same, the great sower, will come to our side

and gather the harvest, but first divide

the tares from the wheat ears. Hallelujah!

- Frans Michael Franzén (translated by me)

[snowblack-charcoalwhite]

I don't know why, but all of a sudden I find the fact that 'Milo' and 'Wylan' kind of rhyme really hilarious

[ellenya]

One day, one rhyme- Day 3601

I’ve oft heard arguments rage of

Red wine versus champagne,

But there’s a clear winner to me

For champagne doesn’t stain.

[70thmoved]

annie smells like orange peels on the tips of your fingers, like the blossoms from their trees tucked behind your ears, like salty air settled into your hair and clothes, like grains sand caught between your toes. there’s the lingering damp of sweat upon your neck, and the musk of an old, well loved sweater wrapped around your shoulders.

[lesbianlotuswitch4]

bro the underworld saga 😭😭😭😭 has me in tears. there's so much beauty and thought through all of the songs.

[wereshrew-admirer]

marrow creek

[snowashl-blog]

Making my uptown walking slow bc I’m cyno and I want to look cool