#sweet dreams in sea mayor

[cloned-sheep97]

GUYS I JUST HAD THE BEST DREAM IN MY LIFE FR FR

So if you don't know yet (you must do) i'm obssesed with miracle musical and undertale

WELL GUESS WHAT

I DREAMED ABOUT A FANGAME OF UNDERTALE X HAWAII PART II

it was hyper mega sad

And hyper mega delulu

I remember a cutscene like the end of the Asriel fight where he tells how was life with chara and him (in yellow filter) but with Simon and Stella saying something like "im too insane to remember not to remember you" and depressing stuff like that

Also, at the starts of dialogue instead of an asterisk it was an Stella octongula, neat detail my brain made, huh

Anyways, here's what it looked like (except more beautiful)

[hawaiiparty2]

Can we like, make a mega troll in the HPII community and in every platform we have say something like "I JUST FOUND OUT THAT IN THE EARLY YEARS OF MIRACLE MUSICAL IN SPOTIFY, THE SONG "LABYRINTH " WAS ACCIDENTALLY SPELLED AS LABYRONTH AND IT STAYED LIKE THAT FOR MONTHS" just to fuck with people

PLEASE HAWAII PART II COMMUNITY MAKE THIS COME TRUE

[ithinkitssunny]

Seems like I got enough inspiration to make some Watcher!Grian fan art and finishing it the same day I started to do so, I'm proud of myself :O

Here's the finishing product:

-> Reposts and/or comments are appreciated!! /nf

This drawing's heavily inspired by Dream Sweet in Sea Mayor - Miracle Musical, the song I've been hyperfixating on recently.

Text translation:

"It feels like flying, but maybe we're dying"

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[way-of-love]

Mayor Que Usted (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x LatinaFem) (R-RATED) (NO MINORS) PART 3

Hey Sorry it took so long but please enjoy! And yes, there is a part 4 that I am working on as we speak or erm...read?

It took the two of them quite a while to leave the 'safe' and secluded walls of the supply closet. Thankfully, their clothes remained intact minus a few wrinkles, lipstick stains, and scent exchanging. After such a long time without the touch of another she was thankful their little dry romp allowed her that one single orgasm she's been truly needing to keep her from going after whoever she can at the next work function. And Simon, he was just glad he could feel her writhing in pleasure as he brought her to her climax rather quickly.

Amelia sat almost dazed a few days later in her office thinking back to their exchange of heated words. His promise to be better and to be more involved. To say she was excited was an understatement. She was elated.

Her daughter, Ophelia, grew up thinking her father was somehow lost coming back home to them. And Amelia didn't have the heart to tell her that she was the product of lust between two consenting adults.

Firstly, she wouldn't understand. Secondly, who would ever want to hear that from a parent? Amelia sure wouldn't.

Suddenly she was pulled from her thoughts when someone knocked on her office door. Immediately she knew right away who it was because the sudden hush of high pitched giggles was heard very clearly through her office door.

Amelia smiled and stood slowly making her way towards it," Now who could it be knock at my door at this early hour?" Another fit of excited giggles left the culprit.

The daycare had an agreement with the base allowing the children to visit their parent or guardians once a month on Friday's. And only when there aren't missions actively going on or if some teams aren't on their way back in need of assistance.

"You have to open the door and find out mama!" Oh, her sweet accented voice flowed through the door and right into Amelia's heart and she had to clutch her chest with a hand as she reached for her door and pulled it open ready to envelop her daughter into a hug and a kiss on her cheek as per their usual greeting.

But her simile immediately fell when she saw a dark presence behind her little ray of sunshine. Her dark eyes trailed up his bulky figure who's hands were bare on his jean clad hips until their eyes met. The sea of his eyes crashing into her earth. Simon immediately took her breath away with the look he was giving her- he may have hidden his expression behind that stupid painted balaclava mask but his eyes gave her everything. Poor Amelia didn't know if she should be blushing or glaring at him. Because this was not how they were supposed to introduce him to their daughter

This was not what they had agreed on.

"Mama! Mama! I met this man on my way to see you. He said he needed to see you too, so Miss Emily let me take him to you." Ophelia who's voice sounded angelic to Simons ears made him smile under his dark mask hearing how she was so bold and told her mother most of what happened between the two of them. She wasn't afraid of her mothers wrath nor was she intimidated by a scolding she might get. This was definitely his daughter.

Amelia looked down at her and went down into a crouch looking at Ophelia eye to eye with a perfectly arched brow, and took her little pale hands into her larger tan ones. "Mi corazon, I know you mean well and that you were just trying to help but you can't go off with strangers by yourself. Cuantas veces te he dicho esto, hm?"(TL: How many times have I told you this?)

Simo watched the two interacting with one another with a familiarity that he could only dream of having with his child someday. If only he gave himself that chance to feel that instead of witness it like a stranger. He wondered what would happen if he had stayed there in that small house of hers or if he even left something so she could get in contact with him. But the more 'ifs' that popped up the more 'shouldn'ts' came up. No one should have known who she was, or even know she had Ophelia. Simon 'Ghost' Riley had too many enemy's to count and if they ever found out he had a family...no. This was the best outcome.

"Pero mami. Parecia que necesitaba ayuda," (TL: But mami. He looked like he needed help.) Ophelia responded back to her in almost a whiny tone while she tilted her head to the side. Simon saw the small pout on her lips. Though despite the whininess tugging at his heart he was actually quite impressed that she spoke Spanish and English very well for her age. He had a feeling she knew the language because he noticed an accent with some of the words she said on their way here.

Still holding onto her daughters tiny hands she stood back up and confidently looked straight into the deep sea eyes of the father of her daughter. And their daughter looked back at him with that same pout.

" Alright then. Thank you, Simon for escorting Ophelia here. And," She looked down at her daughter a small smile tugging at the corners of her painted lips," thank you, Ophelia for escorting Simon here."

Immediately the small pout was gone replaced by a goofy smile revealing her missing front teeth," You're very welcome mami!"

Amelia then ushered Opehlia into her office and told her to stay put while she 'assisted' her 'patient'. Ophelia was such a well mannered girl that she understood her mothers line of work, she helped people at all hours of the day even when they were at home her mother would sometimes get calls from patients. Only if they were really sick. So she didn't make a fuss and happily went into her mother office in search for her coloring book her mother would keep in there.

Amelia crossed her arms and stood in front of the door narrowing her eyes at Simon who mirrored her actions." Explain, now."

Her tone left no room for side chatter or even a proper greeting. Releasing a tensed sigh Simon looked towards both ends of the hallway making sure the coast was clear before starting from the very beginning.

-Few minutes earlier-

Simon was on his way to the doctors office wanting to continue their conversation about meeting Ophelia, his daughter. At first he was hesitant because he never pictured himself as father material or even raising a child but again, he didn't have the honor to raise Ophelia with the woman he could barely forget.

Rinsing off and pulling on a fresh black long sleeved shirt pushing the sleeves up a bit revealing some of his tattoo. Usually he wouldn't bother revealing anything of his skin until he was in the privacy of his team or on his own but seeing Amelias reaction to his tatted arm always brought a sort of satisfaction to him.

Back in her tiny room where they both laid naked under the thin floral sheet she'd trace the lines of her tattoo asking to many questions. All of which he answered. Maybe that's what caught the young girls eye when they crossed paths in the hall way.

He just left the training room after dismissing both Gaz and Soap heading in the direction of the medical bay here on base. And Soap snickered seeing his superior making a beeline to no doubt see the esteemed heartthrob of a doctor. It didn't take long for Johnny to connect some of the dots. Hells, LT was making it pretty obvious that he had a thing for the doctor. But what else connected the two that had them so involved but so far from another, he wouldn't know. But he did have a feeling that the doctors daughter was the key to all of this. For now though, he'll let Ghost enjoy it.

Ophelia was on her way towards her mothers office when she saw him and the first thing that came to mind was the sheer size of him then the heavy lines he had that somehow were left uncolored on his arm. The mask she can get over because there was another man that she saw once wearing a similar one. Or was it the same guy?

The man in question who looked like a giant fluffy bear seemed to be getting closer and closer to them but he didn't seem to see her. And she did not like not being acknowledged so when he walked by her and her teacher Miss Emily she called out to the giant bear of a man.

"Excuse me, mister!" Her sweet voice called out to him and Simon somehow, needed to stop.

He did and he turned to look back to the person who called to him. Immediately his eyes landed on a petite blonde who looked very apologetic. "I-I'm sorry sir. We're just from the daycare-"

"Daycare? Here? Why?" His voice was cold, intimidating.

Why would the daycare personnel ever come here? Were they letting just anyone on base? Were they a museum now? Simon took a step forward ready to interrogate the young pale woman but he heard that child's voice again.

"Don't be rude. She's taking me to see my mom." There goes that sass again. And why did it sound so familiar?

Glancing down at the tiny figure next to the woman Simon felt his eyes widen a fraction. Standing there with her tiny hands on her hips with a brow raised was Ophelia, the estranged daughter he never knew about until a month or so ago. Seeing her in the flesh now giving him sass that reminded him of her mother.

"And who are you here to see, exactly?" He crossed his arms over his chest and spreading he legs further apart as if trying to intimidate the little girl but what he didn't know was that her mother taught better than to be intimidated by any man. Especially big burly men like him.

"Doctor Amelia Cruz," She mimicked the man in front of her crossing arms over her her plaid overall dress even moving her head a bit with each word that left her lips. "She's my mom."

Her hair was that of a similar color to his own but darker, probably due to the hair product used to keep her baby hairs down. Her skin was without blemish, pale, just like him with a light coat of freckles going across the bridge of her nose. And her eyes, the same color as his own but except hers were filled with life, more so than his.

While he saw much of the world and knew the bad that was in it causing the light to dull in his eyes; she just barely knew of it. And he would do all that it took to hide all of the dangerous things that would dare cause her light to go out.

Simon will kill for her. Overall, Ophelia looked exactly like her picture. And acted exactly as he thought she would act. She was raised by a single mother thus far and she did more than a wonderful job at it. Hell, Amelia was so very talented that she caught the eye of the government and offered her more than he thought was possible. She could have gone anywhere but she remained here to where she could easily get to her daughter if need be.

When Simon had some free time he pulled some strings to get her file or rather her information when they reunited in the med bay. She was clean. No criminal record, no misdemeanor's. She didn't have a single ticket and her credit score was through the roof. Better than half of the population.

"Hm. So you're the doctors daughter. Perfect. I'll escort you. Turns out I'm going to see her as well."

The little girl didn't seem bothered by his questioning nor did she mind him escorting her to see her mother. This building was huge and as scary as it was her teacher Miss Emily certainly made it even more so by how intimidated she became when entering this place. So having a big scary looking guy like him walk her to her moms office did feel like she had an unlimited hall pass.

And on they went. Simon apologized to the teacher quick and curt that almost came off as rude and very dismissive. Miss Emily was too stunned to even respond and simply pushed Ophelia forward to the giant masked man and went on her way.

Ophelia did most of the talking between the two like a five year old would, she went into such detail she had Simon impressed with how expressive she was, and how she paid attention to every bit of detail.

She must've gotten that from him. That made him feel...proud.

"What's your name?" She asked while reaching for his large hand.

"Simon." He placed a finger to his covered lips," Keep it a secret, yeah?"

And he gently took the little girls hand in his enveloping it in a fatherly warmth.

Of course he asked her questions about her life, about what she enjoyed and her favorite things to do trying to get to know her as much as possible before her mother hid her away again.

~

Amelia stood there with her mouth slightly opened and a 'I can't believe this' look on her face while Simon finished telling her about the conversation their daughter had with him on their way here. But one thing stuck out to her.

"You're such.. I don't even know what to call you right now. I agreed to keep Ophelia's identity a secret because you asked me to Simon and I was very careful-" Simon gave her a look with is eyes that made her roll hers. Amelia was careful, but her careful allowed him to find out." Okay. I was careful. The least you can do now, is not bring any kind of light to her if you don't want anyone to know," she pointed a finger at him, "Per your request."

Her voice was low enough that only Simon could hear and if he didn't he read her lips well enough to understand. Amelia purposed an idea to him that day in the training room where he was allowed to see Ophelia when and only when Amelia spoke to her about the father figure the young girl sometimes asked about. And thus far, Amelia hasn't brought it up to the girl. It was going to be sudden and quite frankly she wasn't sure how it would all play out.

Amelia hasn't seen Simons face and to say that a masked man was her dad would make her look crazy. She did tell Simon her concern and he suggested a neutral place to meet up, somewhere far from town just in case someone were to recognize him but Amelia shut that idea down. If his life was such a secret why did he spend any time with her that day on the island?

Whatever the answer was she didn't care. All she cared about was the fact that her daughter was at arms length and her father solely wanted to hide her away along with Amelia. As if tensions were high enough between them in private it was pretty noticeable in public too. She noticed the way a certain 'Soap' keeping an eye on her and on Simon.

"Amelia," He said her name in a low warning tone. One he used before when he forced her to tell him the truth and she immediately rolled her eyes breaking eye contact with him looking off to the side. She was silently trying to dismiss the warning not wanting things to escalate because she was more than ready for things to escalate.

It wasn't like he was hiding his daughter because he wanted to. He explained to Amelia after their little half-quickie in the supply closet that he had enemies. Enemies that have stepped into his home, knew his name and would no doubt use whatever they could to bring him down, even if it meant killing his child and the mother of his child.

The thought itself brought anger forth and uncertainty. Anger, because imagining someone touching a single hair on any of his girl's hair made his blood boil. Uncertainty, because he didn't know what the future may hold if they are revealed. He can't stop the future danger but he can do his best to prevent it all together. Simon wasn't prepared for his heart to be ripped out of his chest like that. Not when he just gotten both the woman and the child. He'd fucking kill anyone and everyone involved with his girls.

"I know what I said doctor. And I still stand by it but," He glanced back over Amelia's shoulder to the closed door his daughter was hidden behind. " As soon as I saw her I couldn't stay away."

Looking right back down at her he took in the way her red lips turned up a bit in a kind knowing smile and her dark chocolate eyes that seemed to liquify and warm him right up, surprised him. She always was on the defensive from the moment they met, especially after he found out about what she was trying to hide from him. She spiked up her defenses after leaving herself bare for him and he simply walked away from it. Hell, he'd build as many walls as possible to keep the opposing party out. But luckily for him Amelia wasn't like him.

"What?" He asked narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

"You already feel that fatherly connection with her. Dito Simon I'm so happy for you!" Her voice was low but she sounded like she was congratulating a friend on their achievement and he didn't like that. At all. Especially when she and him were definitely not friends. He fucked her brains out and got her pregnant. He was at least her...dare he fucking think it?

"First," He leaned down glancing down the end of the hallway making sure the coast was clear before he moved freely. He brought his hand up brushing her tanned cheek with the back of his knuckles, " Don't you ever speak to me in that tone of voice. I'm no friend of yours."

Amelia who was just trying to be kind and supportive of the father of her daughter found herself locking eyes with him the moment he touched her cheek. Immediately she felt that familiar knot start to pull down in her center. What was he trying to do? Intimidate her? Or turn her on? Whatever it was they couldn't do anything about it here. Their daughter was in the office behind her.

She licked her lips out of nervousness and spoke in a hushed voice. "Then what are you?"

Simon was no stranger to temptation or even seduction. He can withhold himself from it as many times as needed to get his job done but Amelia had this way about her that triggered this dark need within him, and he couldn't say no.

That's why his kid was behind the door she was blocking.

Leaning further down until his covered lips were only but a hair away form her lips he spoke firmly and clearly.

"I'm the one who impregnated you and gave you that sweet girl in there behind you."

"Hm. Anyone could have given her to me. Try again." Feisty.

"Want me to fuck you again and test that out?"

Their eyes never broke apart but Amelia's certainly went wide. She was actually shocked hearing his words so heated and full of promise despite their interaction to be playful. Simons eyes narrowed some and closed the gap between their lips. It was meant as a soft peck through the mask but Amelia closed her eyes and parted her lips just a bit to reciprocate an open mouthed peck.

"Be a father to Ophelia first before you become my man. Then we can talk about expanding." She opened her eyes and smiled at him. Not a sinister smile or baby trapping the man but a genuine one.

She wanted to be with Simon despite not knowing what he may have looked like beneath his mask. Pulling away he stood straight and squared his shoulders already feeling a new kind of confidence surface.

Amelia took note and snicked when she turned around to open the door but not before she felt a hand pat her rear. She stopped and looked back at Simon with a 'What the fuck are you doing?' look which he shrugged and pointed to the door.

"Go on doctor."

She sucked her teeth and pushed the door open.

Ophelia was currently sitting behind her mothers desk with different color crayons scattered around other paperwork Amelia was working on. And mother hen quickly went over to clean the mess while scolding the daughter in her native tongue.

Simon watched while closing the door behind him a small smile forming on his hidden lips. What he wouldn't give to be there from the very start.

To see Amelia pregnant and swollen with is seed, to help her throughout her pregnancy. He had always dreamed of having a wife and a few little ones when he could but the older he got the more he realized his dream of becoming a father were slim to none. And when that opportunity came he fucked it up.

Now he was watching his own daughter who was more than likely four or five arguing with her mother who seemed annoyed at this point. Maybe he should step in? Afterall he did come here for a purpose.

Stepping towards the duo he cleared his throat placing his hands on his hips. Both stopped and looked over at the masked man standing as if he had any kind of authority in this room. Amelia finished packed most of the crayons that were scattered around her desk and placed the box back inside one the drawers.

"Ophelia, I have something to tell you mi amor."

Amelia walked over to Simon and stood next to him while facing their daughter who sat behind the desk with that sweet innocence of a child. This wasn't going to be easy especially not for Amelia. Ever since Ophelia was young she would always tell her the story of the father she never met.

How sweet the man could be, how he radiated authority. He loved traveling to many different places. And the stories Simon told her she would tell Ophelia. And through that Ophelia wanted to travel too. Said she would one day grow up and travel just like her dad. Yet every time Ophelia would ask what he looked like Amelia would immediately state that she looked just like her father and then tell her about the scar he had. The only thing she remembered when she touched his face that night.

The silence was heavy and Amelia found that she couldn't do it. Simon glanced at her taking note how her eyes glossed over and how she tried to swallow whatever was in her throat. He'd never seen her like this before.

Simon took the initiative and took that weight off her shoulders. He moved forward and stood in front of the desk, before his daughter and revealed the secret that had been killing both him and her mother.

"Ophelia I'm-"

"My dad."

Simon blinked. He wasn't sure if he could be surprised again in his life but here he was. Surprised. Her little response came in way too quick.

Amelia slowly walked over to the desk just as shocked because there was never an instance when she told her that Simon, this hulking male was her father nor has she ever pointed it out to her.

"Ophelia...h-how did you?" Amelia stood beside her placing a hand on the back of her chair.

Ophelia just shrugged her shoulders childlike as she fiddled with her fingers, she always did that when she was nervous.

"Well... I remember when you told me stories of my dad and... when we came here I heard you talking to abuela saying you saw my father," She looked guilty when she looked up at her mother. She knew she wasn't supposed to listen in on adult conversations but her mother wasn't just any adult, she was her mother and her abuela was her abuela!

Ophelia started to twist her fingers," And I saw him with a skull and when I went to talk to him he said he was going to meet you mama. And he's really nice! Just like you sad! And he's British!"

Simon crossed his arms over his chest looking at Amelia as well. So, she would tell their daughter about him? He had to admit it made him feel all warm inside knowing she never gave up on him. Even if they never have met again Ophelia would have some sort of description of who he was.

"Oh, Ophelia mamita don't worry I'm not upset," Amelia took the girl int her arms lifting her up off the chair and making her way over to where Simon stood. Amelia kissed Ophelia's head before looking at the big bulk mass of a man with a smile.

"Well, cats outta the bag Simon."

Simon looked at Ophelia and gave a nod of his head while reaching out hesitantly and caressed her warm soft cheek with the back of his finger. She was so small her little head fit completely in his hand.

"Sorry it took so long to introduce myself," Both father and daughter looked into each others matching colored eyes. As if silently speaking to one another. She knew none of this was his fault and his job was very important that's why he was never there with her and her mom.

"It took you forever." Ophelia reach out and grabbed his hand held it and Amelia simply smiled at their daughter.

There was nothing in this world that could tear this moment apart. He finally, finally met his daughter as her father and he wasn't rejected. Simon feared the day he'd meet her and she would immediately cry, demand her mother take her away or even shun him. Could little girls even shun someone?

But there was one little secret he and his daughter knew that Amelia will never find out. Well, not yet anyways.

After their little reunion Simon was called back to his post, overseeing some intel Price wanted his to look over for their next big mission. Ophelia laid on her tummy coloring in her coloring book on the floor while her mother took in calls and prepared paperwork for surgery that was coming up for a wounded soldier who was doing some intel work but was caught. So they severed a limb trying to shoot and kill him.

"You know mommy, dad is really handsome."

"What makes you say that?" Amelia was surprised she started using the name for Simon. But she wasn't going to stop her. The girl had every right to call him whatever she wanted.

"Hm. Just a feeling."

Ophelia did in fact get a look of Simons face when they were making their way here. She asked him if his face was ugly and that's why he wore the mask. He was amused by her question and hid her in a corner and crouched. Simon made sure that the cameras didn't see a lick of his face when he lifted it up enough to reveal his features. He was not ugly. The giant of a man was actually very handsome!

And Ophelia took it all in. She already had a hunch that this man may have been her father because of the skull painted on his mask but the scar on his cheek confirmed her suspicions. Her mother would try and describe her father to the best of her abilities but never really gave her a full description of him. But what stuck out was the prominent scar he had on his cheek that went below the left eye down over his cheek and ended above his jaw. It looked like someone was trying to scoop out his face.

This man, was her father. Is her father. There was a rush of emotions coming through her little body. Excitement, shock, sadness and most of all fondness. Finally she could put a face to the man she one day dreamed of meeting. Maybe now that she found him her mom won't look sad anymore when she asked about him.

"You have a booboo," She lightly traced the scar under his eye being very careful not to press incase it still hurt him.

Simon smiled, his face wasn't used to smiling so it felt strange. " Just a small one."

As soon as he slipped the mask back in place he held her hand again leading her towards her mothers office, "You should show off your face more. You'll get married if you do."

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

@nobeerreviews Hello 👋

For me as you're one of my oldest friends on Tumblr for these years, Especially we both didn't use the rules here to "followers" one another to build on a friendship been a very long time, but I would read and repost your traveled post which I like anyway. :))) So I would reply you tagged name me from you the post and work for it. otherwise I usually don't play this kind pass on text games. True.

1. 3 ships - I love pirate ships, I want to go kayaking, I often in night dream about being on a ship like UFO very funny lol. (Actually, I come from old school. I don’t know if my understanding is correct or not for the emerging generation’s questions between different languages. 😅😂)

2. First ever ship - I don't have any ships, I only have my shits but cute. XD

3. Last song - I mean the last song in my life : 弘一法師-李叔同 《送别》 https://youtu.be/CyQHQ1ixFto?si=HVy55vYT-Qp8rB7M

4. Last movie - 火上鍋 La Passion de Dodin Bouffant (The Taste of Things) /I saw this movie second times last week. I really love it~*

5. Currently reading - 桑塔格 ／SONTAG : Her Life And Work /Author: Benjamin Moser and many books cross reference reading them once again; lazy to put book-name list on here. sorry!

6. Currently watching - That's my secret… lol and some porn films for relaxing to be honest.

7. Currently consuming - tea, coffee, noodles & pasta were gone fast normally at studio. and then enjoy sweets or snacks usually at the coffee shop and when I get home would feed else.

8. Currently craving - A long vacation on traveling and go camping before I die.

9. People to tag - So sorry, At beginning I have told that "I usually don't play this kind pass on text games." I will not tag any friend's name here, Because I believe that if you want to know more about a person, you must have a natural collision of souls, and that kind of spark will never go out.

And

I don't easily become interested or curious about anyone unless they are very close to me. The more things you know, the more you can't help but care, the more worries you will have, and the more burden you will have on your heart. I am not running for president, mayor or village chief. As an old guy, I want to simplify my interpersonal relationships as much as possible. I don’t need to have many friends. My friends are animals, birds, insects, flowers and trees, wind and rain, mountains, rivers and seas; they are all mysteries, far more interesting than human beings. that's all. 🙏 Thank you. - Lan~*

[noloveforned]

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[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

I was asked the other day if I preferred good plot or good characters in a story, and I responded saying it had to be good characters. It really doesn’t matter how good the storyline is if the characters don’t interest me, I just don’t feel inclined to read it all. But if the characters are brilliant, the plot can be absolute shit and I’ll probably still read the entire thing and like it. Probably.

I just finished reading The House in the Cerulean Sea by T.J. Klune and I feel like this book is perfect for me considering that. The characters were incredible, and I enjoyed the plot too but it felt like the characters came first. But it wasn’t like, a massive character exploration arc which admittedly doesn’t tend to hold my attention very often. It was more like they were all larger than life and jumped out of the page to me and that’s why they felt so centre stage.

It’s incredible because I feel like every single character the story brought up more than once stayed in my mind. Even if they were the most minor character. I adore that. I just love a world of good characters all around. I have a shit memory so I tend to remember the main characters and not much else. But no, the ferryman, the mayor, the supervisor at DICOMY, the nextdoor neighbour, the ice cream shop worker, etc. All stuck with me.

I think I also love that although there were like, 9 main characters in a sense, they all felt fleshed out and complex people. It’s not impossible of course but I feel like shoving so many big characters in together often ends in storylines being cut short and corners missing. Maybe I’m just biased by movies and shows that don’t have enough time to cover it all lmao. Sure you didn’t get a detailed description of every single fact about them, but you always got more than enough for the story. They felt whole. And with my sense of humour, of course I loved all the kids. I also enjoyed threats and horror and gore as a child to the alarm of certain adults (year 6 teacher i’m looking at u, ur praying for me did not fix that obsession).

And it was just the dream in a way. Fuck capitalism let’s go live out the fantasy not bound by the economic-political-ideological fuckfest that is the mode of production called capitalism. And with a cat! Bonus.

The imagery always felt so alive to me. I definitely have trouble warping my imagination around descriptions sometimes and always feel like what’s in my head falls short, but everything in the story jumped out to me. It was simplistic and yet, comprehensive. Maybe it was just the perfect balance to allow my imagination to fill in any missing details without feeling like the story had gone overboard so I couldn’t picture it (personal problem tho for sure).

It was funny, it was sweet, it was sad, it was lovely. Definitely adored the book :)

[ohifonlyx33]

me when Frodo says goodbye to Sam

‘Where are you going, Master?’ cried Sam, though at last he understood what was happening.

‘To the Havens, Sam,’ said Frodo.

‘And I can’t come.’

‘No, Sam. Not yet anyway, not further than the Havens. Though you too were a Ring-bearer, if only for a little while. Your time may come. Do not be too sad, Sam. You cannot be always torn in two. You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.’

‘But,’ said Sam, and tears started in his eyes, ‘I thought you were going to enjoy the Shire, too, for years and years, after all you have done.’

‘So I thought too, once. But I have been too deeply hurt, Sam. I tried to save the Shire, and it has been saved, but not for me. It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: some one has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them. But you are my heir: all that I had and might have had I leave to you. And also you have Rose, and Elanor; and Frodo-lad will come, and Rosie-lass, and Merry, and Goldilocks, and Pippin; and perhaps more that I cannot see. Your hands and your wits will be needed everywhere. You will be the Mayor, of course, as long as you want to be, and the most famous gardener in history; and you will read things out of the Red Book, and keep alive the memory of the age that is gone, so that people will remember the Great Danger and so love their beloved land all the more. And that will keep you as busy and as happy as anyone can be, as long as your part of the Story goes on.

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But Sam was now sorrowful at heart, and it seemed to him that if the parting would be bitter, more grievous still would be the long road home alone. But even as they stood there, and the Elves were going aboard, and all was being made ready to depart, up rode Merry and Pippin in great haste. And amid his tears Pippin laughed.

‘You tried to give us the slip once before and failed, Frodo,’ he said. ‘This time you have nearly succeeded, but you have failed again. It was not Sam, though, that gave you away this time, but Gandalf himself!’

‘Yes,’ said Gandalf; ‘for it will be better to ride back three together than one alone. Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.’

Then Frodo kissed Merry and Pippin, and last of all Sam, and went aboard; and the sails were drawn up, and the wind blew, and slowly the ship slipped away down the long grey firth; and the light of the glass of Galadriel that Frodo bore glimmered and was lost. And the ship went out into the High Sea and passed on into the West, until at last on a night of rain Frodo smelled a sweet fragrance on the air and heard the sound of singing that came over the water. And then it seemed to him that as in his dream in the house of Bombadil, the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise.

But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven; and as he looked at the grey sea he saw only a shadow on the waters that was soon lost in the West. There still he stood far into the night, hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-earth, and the sound of them sank deep into his heart. Beside him stood Merry and Pippin, and they were silent.

NO I AM ACTUALLY ON THE FLOOR. AND THIS AUDIOBOOK HAD THE AUDACITY TO PLAY INTO THE WEST.

[asset35-maya]

CALYPSO 🐚 ☕️

Part 1 & Part 2

Part 3/3:

Nines froze as the human’s body melded to his. Gavin kept his eyes shut and his lips moving. Then what he’d been bracing for finally came.

Pain.

Sweet glorious pain, blossoming everywhere Nines gripped his body. Gavin was sure that his lips would bruise under the pressure of the reciprocal kiss… that his rib cage would shatter if Nines held him any tighter… that his lungs would burst if they didn’t fill with air soon…

A wolf-whistle broke through the stunned silence in the yard.

Gavin pulled back, light-headed from the rush of oxygen and drain of adrenaline. He didn’t fall though. Didn’t even move an inch. Strong arms and a heated gaze kept him pinned.

//

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“Of all the things in the world… why coffee?”

“I could ask you the same.”

Gavin tucked his head into the crook of Nines’ neck, cuddling closer.

“Hmm… I think weird working hours made me actually need the caffeine… but the bean snobbery just came with the rest of my superiority complexes.”

Nines laughed. It was more of an exhale than an actual laugh, but Gavin was thankful for it nonetheless.

“And you?”

Nines kissed his forehead, prolonging his answer as much as he could before finally relenting with a sigh.

“The reason you’re asking… is because running a café is just about the last thing you’d expect an android like me to be doing. And… that’s your answer. That’s exactly why I wanted it.”

“To subvert expectations…?”

“To not be the terrible thing I was meant to be.”

Gavin’s breath hitched at the depth of emotion in Nines’ voice. He didn’t dare look up to meet his eye and settled for pressing his lips to the razor-sharp jawline.

“I dunno what kinda code runs through you, but believe me when I say you don’t have it in you to be… terrible.”

Nines scoffed at that.

“How can you say that after all the shit you’ve seen me do.”

“I can say that after all the shit I’ve seen others do. Fifteen years on the job, remember? I can vouch that righteous anger is one of the least terrible things out there.”

When Nines didn’t respond, Gavin decided to move the ship out of uncharted waters. He propped himself up on an elbow and ran a hand down the android’s smooth chest.

“In fact, I think it’s downright sexy.”

That did the trick. Nines pressed Gavin into the mattress with a low growl and rolled over him, clamping his mouth over his throat. Their hips aligned and the conversation ended.

//

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“Ralph tried hard but the machine is not working. Ralph is stuck.”

“Move. Let me see.”

Gavin took the filter holder and disconnected it from the espresso machine with a firm tug. He leapt away in shock as water came rushing out. That was absolutely not supposed to happen.

“Er… I’ll get a mechanic friend to take a look later. Why don’t you go check on inventory?”

Ralph shuffled away with a thoroughly sceptical look in his eye. Gavin sighed openly once the android was out of earshot.

The café was in shambles.

The vandals may have gotten as good as they gave… but they’d left their mark. Even with insurance, there was no way such a new establishment could financially recover from a setback like that.

Nines said nothing but seethed with his usual brand of silent, impotent rage.

Unable to bear the slammed car doors and dismissive grunts any longer, Gavin had taken a solo day off to come down to the Calypso and see what could be done.

Not much, without a boatload of money, it seemed.

He sat down with a sigh and Ralph brought over a cup of coffee. Black. A pour-over. He set a bowl of runny eggs and a small basket of bread down on the table too.

Gavin looked up in surprise. Ralph shrugged.

“Nines is telling Ralph that you left without breakfast. Ralph’s equipment is all broken so Ralph just made something simple.”

Touched beyond words, Gavin motioned for Ralph to sit down with him instead of scurrying off into the shadows as per his usual habit.

He took a sip of the hand-poured drip coffee and broke a piece of the bread, dragging it through the eggs, European style. It was utterly homely and reminded of him of some bygone era that he’d needlessly bypassed. He looked up and met Ralph’s mildly unsettling stare.

“So… why the name Calypso? There’s nothing beach-themed or Caribbean about the place.”

“Nines chose it. After the Greek goddess.”

“Huh. And she was the goddess of coffee? Did they even have coffee back in those Hercules Orgy Olympics days?”

“She is a sea nymph. She detained the mythic hero Odysseus on her island for seven years.”

Gavin’s brows furrowed as he swallowed a mouthful of fresh bread.

“Did you bake this?”

“Yes. Ralph is baking daily. Ralph does it first thing in the morning at five. It is very calming to knead the dough and hear the birdsong.”

“It’s phcking delicious. Leavened perfectly. Now back to the name. This goddess nymph creature. She doesn’t sound very nice. She trapped this hero dude, right? Reminds me of my ex. Why name this pretty café after her?”

“Ralph can only imagine that Nines’ fascination with Calypso is the ambiguity of her nature. She can seduce and manipulate, but she can also heal. She is neither good nor evil.”

Gavin drained his coffee and sank back in his chair contemplatively.

“What do you think she is, Ralph?”

Ralph’s LED flickered and his eyes dipped to the table. He knew what Gavin was asking.

“Calypso is immortal. Calypso cannot help but fall in love with every sailor who lands on her shores. Calypso dreams of an eternal husband but lets Odysseus go when it’s clear he wishes to return to his wife. Well, maybe only when the Gods commands her to… but she releases him without harm!”

Gavin waited. Ralph’s head snapped up and he spoke in a short burst.

“Calypso is mythical. It does not matter what she is. Nines is real. Nines is good. Very good. Honest and honourable! Ralph will do anything for Nines!”

Gavin leaned back in his chair with the satisfied smile of an experienced police negotiator who’d gotten exactly where he wanted to.

//

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“What the hell is this? Where did you get so much money from?”

Nines’ amber LED cycled furiously as he took in the sight of the restored café. Ralph was humming to himself as he proudly polished the knobs of their repaired espresso machine.

Gavin led Nines by the hand to look at the repainted walls… the new furniture… the new crockery replacing what had been smashed…

“How…?”

“Oh I just embodied my inner Gen Z and tapped into the power of social justice.”

Nines looked thoroughly nonplussed.

“Crowdfunding, baby. I set up a link and Ralph told everyone on Twitter what happened to him and the café. Well, showed them, more like.”

Nines looked up at the ceiling and his LED slowly returned to a calm blue as he understood… but when he looked back down, his expression wasn’t any less troubled.

“Okay I just saw it. Edited footage from his optical units and a tearful testimonial. Ethically questionable, but clever.”

“Super effective. We overshot our target by a couple hundred bucks.”

“Hmm. People are kind.”

“Yes. They’ve actually done more for you. Look. Connor gave me this earlier today.”

Gavin reached into his jacket and produced an envelope. Nines’ eyes widened as he spotted the official seals of the Mayor’s office, the Manfred Estate and New Jericho.

“Someone started a petition… to let you back behind the helm of the Calypso. It really took off. I don’t know how you didn’t hear-”

“I muted any mentions of myself and the other RKs from showing up in my newsfeed.”

“Then this makes for a good surprise.”

Gavin gently pushed the envelope into the android’s hands and watched him open it with a precise fingernail flicked under the wax. He scanned the contents of the letter in a split second and let it fall through his fingers.

Without warning, he scooped Gavin up and set him down on a polished table for a deep kiss of even deeper gratitude. Ralph turned his back on them with a bashful giggle.

//

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“Baby.”

Nines didn’t respond.

“Hey baby?”

“Hmm...”

There was an intensity to the grumble that had Gavin second-guessing whether to persist. Being Nines’ lover didn’t exempt him from the consequences of asking stupid questions.

“Your thoughts are fucking loud. Just say whatever you want to.”

“Oh. Um… I was actually wondering… I mean, you don’t have to tell me… but like why… um…”

“Why haven’t I turned my badge in yet?”

“Yeah…”

Nines turned on his side and brushed the back of his hand over Gavin’s cheek. The intimate gesture sent a thrill through the human despite how much more intimate they’d just been in the recent past.

“Because I haven’t decided what to do next.”

Gavin’s brows knitted together.

“What do you mean? Aren’t you going to take back your business?”

Nines’ wan smile told him all he needed to know.

“Why?”

“It’s doing really well in Ralph’s hands. He’s capable. He’s creative. And I don’t think it’s fair for me to go back and get in his way all of a sudden.”

“He needs you.”

“He absolutely doesn’t. It’s his café. You helped him get back on his feet and he’s going to be fiiiiine without me.”

“Is it because you don’t wanna be her anymore?”

Nines scrunched his nose up in confusion.

“Who?”

“Calypso. The siren who trapped the Oddball.”

That earned Gavin a heartfelt laugh.

“Odysseus, Gavin.”

“Yeah. You were like Calypso and now you’re letting go of the coffeeshop because you figured it wasn’t meant to be!”

Nines frowned and pretended to check the human for a temperature. Gavin swatted his hands away with mock petulance.

“Fine, I’m probably way off the mark. You tell me what the deal is then!”

Arms snaked around his waist and pulled him flush against the android’s defined chest. Lips brushed the shell of his ear and when Nines spoke next, it was in the huskiest of undertones.

“I’m Odysseus. Not Calypso.”

The realisation was painfully obvious in hindsight.

“I’m the one who’s stuck on an endless journey home. I’ve faced a hundred artificial trials and tribulations. I’ve been a puppet at the hands of false gods. I answer existential questions to prove my self-worth every single day.”

Nines paused to gauge Gavin’s reaction. When he received none, he pressed a brief kiss to the human’s bare shoulder before continuing.

“It’s been a long journey. But not a pointless one. Every metaphorical island I’ve visited has granted me something. From literally running into Ralph in an old building… to defending our turf from other stray androids… getting ourselves off the street… setting up a café from scratch… being arrested on opening day… ending up on the police force with you…”

Gavin recognised that as his cue to squirm around in Nines’ arms and peck him on the lips.

“So who’s Cyclops?”

“What?”

“The story’s starting to come back to me now. Your boy Oddy fought a one-eyed monster on one of the islands he went to. Who’s the Cyclops in your story?”

Nines huffed another breathy laugh.

“Markus, probably. Connor is definitely Helios.”

“Who’s your wife?”

“Definitely not you.”

Gavin elbowed him in the ribs. An action that had more repercussions on him than Nines.

“So which island are you off to next?”

“I have no idea. But it doesn’t matter. I might already be home.”

[cloned-sheep97]

IM GETTING OUT OF THE INFIRMARY WITH THIS ONE🗣️🗣️🗣️

[hawaiiparty2]

I remember once i fell down the stairs but Simon Whayle from HAWAII PART II told me this inspirational quote: ''Believe me darling, the stars were meant for falling'' which i still didn't get up anyways because i broke my hip but whatever, thanks for the tip simon

[yensidhq]

NAME :// CAPTAIN JAMES HOOK ORIGIN :// PETER PAN AGE :// FORTY PRONOUNS :// HE/HIM THEY/THEM JOB :// IMPORTER AND SMUGGLER FOR THE MAYOR || CAPTAIN OF CARGO SHIP #102 FC:// BEN BARNES

☾ ✦ ⋆＊✩ ║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█  AESTHETIC :

Empty cigarette cartons turned over on the back of an old beat up sofa. Stale air in an apartment never aired out. The sweet smell of a window unit chugging in mid-august heat. Eggs on toast. Stealing from second hand shops and clothing that never quite fits right. Forgiving your body for having to carry your all those years.

☾ ✦ ⋆＊✩ ║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█   BIOGRAPHY:

The sky was red the morning James was born, and the rest of his life has sailed on that same scarlet tide.

No one seems to know more about him than they can count on one hand, and that’s just how he wants it. What is a captain without a bit of mystery surrounding them anyhow? But perhaps if they all came together, they might begin to piece together the puzzle. Map out the closely guarded, disconnected parts of his life that led him to where he is now.

There’s the coastal boy who dreamed of sailing the stars. Who believed if he just stretched high enough he could grab a spot for himself in that endless night. A child who raced to the docks every morning to watch fishing vessels disappear where the sky met the sea, and tried to stretch a hand toward that horizon as well. Bright eyes and a heart brimming with hope.

Sometime later, records show a youth shipped to Trigton — a dark corner of the cosmos where dreams go to die. He still reached desperately up at the sky, but could no longer see the stars. A teen who lost more than just a chance to escape when he tried to claw his way to freedom. The ticking of a foreman’s clock still haunts him to this day.

The disillusioned ambitions of a young man led him to the Intergalactic Militia. An offer to replace his missing hand sealed the deal. Quick witted and stronger than he looked, the freshly contracted soldier swiftly rose in rank until he was just a step away from where he’d always dreamed of being. He could see his place among the stars, but found it to be just as corrupt as the ground he’d left behind.

Whispers of a pirated ship manned by a crew who pulled off one of the few successful mutinies in the history of the Militia traveled across the galaxy. They hungered for all the luxuries life had thus far withheld, and their merciless captain sank his hook into anyone who got in their way. A shadowy ship that warped in and out before authorities could even call for help.

It was the mayor who thought it would be funny to make the captain’s alias a permanent part of his name. He works for her now, sneaking in and smuggling out whatever she gives him without question. Politics pay better than piracy, but it all feels the same to him. That eternal nuisance, Pan, tries to taunt him about being under her heel, but James never hesitates to remind the automaton whose hook is around its neck as well.

☾ ✦ ⋆＊✩ ║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█   CONTACTS:

Peter Pan: An automaton that never quite got the message of who was the boss in this relationship. Hook is still trying to put him in his place to this day. William Smee: Right hand and an absolute fool. Hook would be nowhere without him.

☾ ✦ ⋆＊✩ ║▌║█║▌│║▌║▌█   THOUGHTS:

James is content. He’s found a place in life where he isn’t constantly trying to run anymore - even if he does here that damned ticking from time to time. The Mayor, Maleficent, makes sure that he is taken care of and he’s able to wreck mayhem among the populous without them even knowing that it’s him. It’s like getting to have his cake and eat it too!

HOOK IS ___________________ TAKEN BY RIKA

[childrenofthenightt]

heart of gold (chapter one)

pairing: robert plant x florence bennett (oc)

warnings: domestic abuse, misogyny, description of (past) injury, just... absolute fuckery

words: 3.3k

summary: trapped in a loveless marriage to a powerful man, florence bennett lives every day in despair. after a chance encounter with a golden-haired actor, florence finds that her life will never be the same again.

author’s note: so. this is a nice little period piece, because what else am i gonna do with the history degree i'm studying for. please note that the views of one mr. bennett (and friends) are not my own. hope you enjoy :) feedback, as always, is appreciated!

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Nightgown swaying in the soft breeze of a crisp fall morning, Florence stands outside the door of the ornate music room. Notes of beautiful melancholy and bitter hope filter softly through the wooden door, slightly ajar, a broken barrier to the outside world.

Looking through the small crack, Florence gazes upon the face of her friend and confidante, John Paul Jones. Too enthralled in his playing to notice the distraction, he never lets up, heavenly melodies echoing against the marble walls.

John was rather short, thin, with straight tawny hair that framed his strong jaw, softening his face. His stormy gray eyes and high cheekbones give the immediate impression of royalty, of which he was not. A lowly servant of the master of the gorgeous manor, Mr. Allen Bennett, John’s time was divided between his seemingly never-ending list of chores and his music.

An orphan from an early age, John was adopted into the local church and took what little knowledge of the piano that remained from his childhood and put it to good use. Listening to the man playing now, it is apparent that he had kept this skill sharp.

“That is a beautiful song, John,” Florence giggles, a beaming smile on her face at the sight of her friend sitting at the sleek grand piano. “I would appreciate you teaching me to play this well, though I know that my lovely husband would rather die than to see me touch a single key on this beautiful instrument. The bloody bastard.”

“Ah, what lovely words from a lovely woman… Florence, I don’t necessarily disagree with you, but I’m not sure we should be insulting your husband in such an open space.”

“John, my dear friend, I do apologize for my sharp tongue, but I believe it is warranted,” Florence says, taking a seat beside John, smoothing her lace nightgown. John’s fingers still press softly on the piano keys, as he plays a simple tune. “I’ve seen the way he treats you and the servants. As much as I wish to change this for you and the others, I am powerless. This is the only way I may hope to keep my sanity.”

“Very well,” John says, a soft laugh punctuating the end of his sentence. “Though I hope, for your sake, that he doesn’t catch wind of this, or else we are both in trouble!”

“John, pardon me, but I do need to take Florence off your hands for now.”

John’s hands pause, the room falling into silence.

A soft voice belonging to one James Page filters through the open door, interrupting the moment between the two friends. A lean man of average height, with a shock of long midnight curls and eyes a kaleidoscope of colour, James Page is yet another servant indebted to the cruel Mr. Bennett. Whereas John tends to steer clear of the man, and subsequently, punishment, James witnesses Bennett’s anger much too often. Unwilling to submit to Bennett’s furious dictatorship, he often receives the brunt of the man’s mistreatment.

Upon entering the music room, a dark bruise is visible, blossoming on the man’s eye, surely another ‘reward’ for his defiance. James sends the pair a shy smile, and with twin looks of concern, John and Florence take in the state of their friend.

“James! My goodness, your eye looksー”

“It’s nothing, John.”

“Nothing? That certainly looks likeー”

“It is nothing that hasn’t happened before. Please leave it, Florence.”

“A-Alright… What did you need, James?” Florence says, absentmindedly twiddling her fingers, a nervous habit of hers.

“Well, my friend, a certain someone is going to be requesting your presence very soon. I thought it best to warn you ahead of time, so you can prepare.”

With a smile thrown to John over her shoulder, Florence bounds over to her raven-haired friend, hooking an arm through his. James, comfortable with the casual touch of the woman, leads her to her room with a final wave to John.

Navigating through the maze of grand halls of the manor, the wealth of the owner is more noticeable. Shades of red and gold flirt with rich browns, lit by immense crystal chandeliers. Priceless paintings adorn the walls, trapped, much like the lady of the house, in embellished shining frames, just expensive enough to throw shadows on the pain and suffering that happens under the surface.

Not yet rid of the worry that James’s beaten appearance had brought her, Florence unlinks their arms. Ensuring the door to her bedroom is shut, she pulls James closer to her with a hand on his elbow. Her other hand flies to his face, assessing the damage done to it.

“James, I am aware that you do not wish to submit to my husband. That is your choice to make. I will stand by you, always.”

“I appreciate this, my friend.”

“But you must be careful. You don’t know what he is capable of, and neither do I,” says Florence, a grave look of concern gracing her features. “James, I need you here with John and I, not 6 feet underground in an unmarked grave. I know it is not in your nature, but please do try and be careful?”

“I will try,” James’ hand raises, landing in his long dark hair. Raking his nails across his scalp, his lips lift into a crooked smirk. “Though this is an interesting development.”

“Pardon me?”

“The wife of the madman has a heart. And I thought this trope was only found in the books shelved in that gigantic library of yours.” James’ chuckle echoes across the grand hallway. Usually filled with suffocating silence, the halls of the manor serve as another reminder of the terror that fills its occupants. “Now, I understand that you have afternoon tea with Mr. Bennett and his mother, so I will leave you to prepare.”

And with that, the stubborn servant is gone with a click of the closing door.

Minutes later, Florence, finally dressed in a ruffled scarlet dress, a sunhat perched on her head, reaches out to turn the doorknob.

A second too slow.

The door is opened from the other side, and the woman is met with the face of her husband, mouth contorted into a permanent frown.

Allen Bennett was a short, burly man, with close-cropped hair and dark eyes. What he lacked in height he made up for in power and prestige, swindling people out of their money in back alley deals at night, and running the city as mayor by day. This man is not to be crossed, and he knows it. Everybody does.

Gazing at his wife with disinterest, he scoffs, immediately glimpsing the beautiful dress she is wearing. His eyes almost glow in their anger.

“Hm. I thought I had told you that dress looks atrocious on you before. Take it off right this instant. You are not a whore, my love, so you will not dress like one.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Wonderful. I expect you in the foyer in 20 minutes, not a minute later. We must attend a meeting with my mother. I am sure you have been notified of this.”

“Yes, dear.”

With a quick peck on the lips of his wife, Mr. Bennett is gone, and the unfortunate Ms. Bennett feels as though she can finally breathe again. Changing into a sky blue number, she is struck by the thought that this cannot last forever. This treatment of the servants and of Florence herself. The control this vile man has over everyone. The unhappiness and unease he supplies wherever he goes.

This simply cannot last, can it?

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“Florence. Are you listening, dearie?” A grating, sickly sweet voice breaks the woman from her reverie, a storm in her sea of dreams. Florence takes a sip of her tea and smiles apologetically at the older woman across from her. The woman, satisfied once more, launches into a tedious story about her shopping excursion the day before. Feigning delight at the tale, Florence’s eyes travel around the sun-lit tearoom, with its gleaming surfaces and tall, gold-lined ceilings. Truly a beautiful creation.

“... And, my son, as I was exiting the shop on St. Thomas’s Street, you know the one…” Florence catches the eyes of her husband, glaringly angry as per usual, and at this, she realizes the older woman had paused in her story once more, shooting her an irate scowl.

“Mrs. Bennett, I must apologize for my inattention. My mind was indeed elsewhere, I am terribly sorry.”

“It’s quite alright, girl. Does my son deal with this offensive daydreaming as well? If he does, we must fix this immediately!” Mrs. Bennett titters, cigarette dangling precariously from her lips.

“Mother, it’s quite alright. You mustn't worry about this,” Allen says, leering at his wife as though she was a prize to be won. “My wife knows her place. At least I do hope she does…” The mother and son erupt into giddy laughter at the horrible joke, Florence following uncomfortably, quivering smile creasing her face.

“My goodness,”  Mrs. Bennett wipes her eyes of phantom tears with a lily white handkerchief. The woman takes a drag of her cigarette, and huffs a plume of smoke in Florence’s face. “How old are you now, dearie?”

“A month ago, I reached my 23rd birthday. Allen bought a beautifully crafted sapphire bracelet for the occasion.”

“So thoughtful, my son. You are of age, of course. May I ask when you two are planning to conceive?”

“Well, as of this moment, we were notー”

“You may still be… young, but the only use you are to us, my dear, is to create a wonderful child,” Mrs. Bennett, eyes scrunched up in mock kindness, takes the young woman’s hands from across the table and strokes her thumb across the elegant wrist. “I know you would be a very capable mother. As a result of this, I am expecting a lovely grandson or daughter to call my own.”

“O-of course… Thank you for your counsel, Mrs. Bennett.”

“My pleasure, dear. Now, my son, where was I…?” The woman says, launching into her story once more. “Ah, yes…”

Florence, try as she had, could not take her mind off of the words of the matriarch. As a young girl, she had wished to be a writer, a musician, maybe. What she had not planned for was a truly unhappy marriage to an evil man, doomed to the static life of a housewife. She had loved Allen once. In the beginning. He had supported her and her dreams, and she had loved him in return. She had loved his humour, and his chivalry. His treatment of others. This was but a ruse, of course.

A year after their courting had transformed into a union, Allen Bennett had changed. Florence had finally met the man behind the mask of charisma and kindness. She had gotten too close, and now she is stuck, like a bird with a shattered wing, unable to escape.

“Thank you for a lovely time, Mother, as always,” says Allen, placing twin kisses on her heavily rouged cheeks. “Come now, Florence, we must return home immediately.”

“Thank you Ms. Bennett, for your advice and hospitality. We must do this again sometime.”

“Lovely idea, dearie. Hopefully, the next time I will be able to finish my story without you nodding off!” Ms. Bennett drawls, smirk hanging off her lips like the fancy cigarettes she so often smokes.

Formalities over and done with, the couple step out into the fresh afternoon air and into the waiting carriage that had brought them. Once inside, Mr. Bennett shoots out a strong hand, clutching his wife’s arm in a bruising grip. She lets out a surprised gasp, caught off guard by the sudden pain dealt to her by the man.

“Florence, Florence, Florence… What on God’s green earth will we do with you?” says the man, squeezing harder with each repetition of his wife’s name. “You are incapable of paying attention. You can only dream of meeting my mother’s expectations, the way you have acted today.”

“Allen, I am tryingー”

“You are not trying hard enough! You never have! Why I married a whore like you, I have no idea.”

The vice grip on Florence’s arm grows ever stronger, and she feels wretched anger in her heart, climbing up her throat. With a gaze of fire, she retaliates. “Allen, let go of me! I have done nothing wrong, and as a reward I receive your anger and a bruise to boot!”

Gazing into Allen’s eyes, Florence is confused, frightened even, at the horrible amusement dancing in them. Quick as lighting, before she could even register the action, the woman feels a sharp pain grace her cheek, and, with growing horror, she witnesses Allen’s raised hand begin to lower.

“My dear, you must know your place in this house,” whispers Allen in a venomous tone, bringing his wife ever-closer to him. “You will stay quiet and obedient. There is no other option for you, I’m afraid. Alright?”

“Y-yes.”

“Lovely. Tonight, we must attend a play at the theatre you love so much. This is an important appearance, very good for business. Please do try not to ruin it.”

Florence nods minutely, pressing her palm to her burning cheek. A crimson streak spoils the otherwise pristine white of her glove. She had forgotten that Allen wore rings.

“You will not speak to anyone. You will appear happy and in love, the image of a perfect wife. You will dress in your best garments,” Allen rattles off, smugness dripping from his features. He’s proud of this; proud of the power he holds over her. The power he holds over everyone. “That is all I ask of you. A list of tasks that someone as useless as you could complete with ease. Is that clear?”

“Yes, dear.”

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“Flo—”

“John, I—”

“My Goodness, your cheek! What happened?” The dulcet voice of one John Paul Jones rang through the quiet of the hall. Florence, caught in her attempt to make it to her room unnoticed, deflates and faces her friend.

“John… I’m sorry, but I do not have time to talk right now,” Florence rushes out, face pinched as she checks the time on the ornate grandfather clock in the corner of the foyer. Must have costed a million, though it meant nothing to Allen, of course. “I am attending a performance at the theatre with Mr. Bennett, and time is… of the essence, I’m afraid.”

“I understand, I truly do, but Florence… was this Mr. Bennett’s doing? You must tell me what happened.” John gestures to the woman’s cheek, which is tinted red from the force used against her.

Sighing, Florence takes John’s hand and leads him into her room, once again the door is shut and promptly locked. She takes a seat on the immaculately-made bed and gestures for her longtime friend to follow suit. John sits, smoothing out his work-wrinkled shirt, and looks down at Florence expectantly.

Taking the man’s hand, she looks into his gemstone eyes, and recounts the story of what had transpired early that day.

“After all that had happened, I was, in my opinion, justifiably angry, so I took a page, pardon the pun, out of James’ book. It seems that my beloved was not a fan of this particular chapter, and he made that quite clear.”

“And the cut? The blood on your glove?”

“I had forgotten that Allen had the propensity to wear rings,” Florence whispers with an acerbic giggle, eyes pained and downcast now. “I doubt that I will be forgetting this anytime soon.”

John meets the woman’s gaze, and notices the beginning of tears brimming her eyes. He takes Florence’s hand in his, a silent offer of comfort that she would never refuse.

“John, as much as I adore your company,” says Florence with a peal of wet laughter. He knows Florence is avoiding the subject, but he lets her. She’ll talk to him, eventually. “I must get dressed for the performance. Hopefully, after we return, I could witness some of your incredible talent on the piano?”

“Of course, of course!” John exclaims, standing now, as, once again, he gently takes hold of Florence’s hands, now rid of the soiled glove. “But Florence, before I leave… Please be careful. James and I, we couldn’t bear to see further pain come to you. Please, for us, be cautious.”

“I will do my best, John. Thank you.”

John presses a quick kiss to Florence’s cheek in passing, and exits the room, and the woman is left alone again. Slipping on a lovely ensemble painted lilac and silver, the woman lets her thoughts wander.

She’s been alone quite often lately, after all. Her only friends in the house are John and James after all, the other servants too frightened by the man she married. Florence certainly does not blame them. She can’t say that she minds the solitude either, if it gets her away from Allen.

The intricately paneled door opens with a sharp click, and Allen waltzes in, leering at his wife, as if the thoughts drifting through her mind were audible to the man.

“Ah, Florence. I am glad that you've finally learned to dress yourself. Thank God himself for that.”

Florence, cheek still stinging from the blow dealt to it earlier, has only the mind to nod and smile as warmly as she can manage. This is taken as permission by Bennett, who caresses his wife’s uninjured cheek with the tips of his fingers, as if he thought her to be precious. Florence bristles at the touch, a string of rather unladylike words at the ready, but she holds her tongue, remembering her promise to John. She would be cautious, act like the perfect wife. She would be safe.

“Come now, my love,” whispers Allen, into his wife’s ear, beckoning her closer with a finger under her chin. “We have a show to attend.”

Palm outstretched towards his wife, Allen helps Florence into the waiting carriage, uncharacteristically gentle, as he always is in public. Public image means everything, and Allen Bennett is picture-perfect in that respect.

“My love, I remember how you love the theatre. I do hope this play captures your attention.”

“As do I, dear,” Florence says, voice wavering ever-so-slightly under the scrutiny of her husband. “Though I do not know if I have knowledge of this particular play.”

“I believe it’s called ‘The Voysey Inheritance’. It details the scandals of a family thought to be perfect, polite and proper. Interesting, is it not?” At that, Allen has pasted on a cheshire grin.

Sounds familiar, Florence thinks, silently cursing her husband and his monstrous greed. If only she had known, walking into this. Known about the sides, dangerous, that he hadn’t shown until it was too late. Until she was trapped.

Finding their seats, the couple take in the gorgeous marble pillars and the ruby, velvetine seats. The shining wood of the stage is visible from the upper flights, where elite folk like Sir Bennett make themselves at home. The massive carmine curtains remain closed, shielding the growing audience from the scenes that are set to come to life. Florence has always loved the beauty of this theatre, and, though it has been years since she has last stepped foot inside of it, she is charmed anew.

The lights of the theatre dim, signalling the start of the show. Florence grins into the still darkness, excitement for the performance growing. Casting her eyes to the stage below, she puts aside her worries. She completely forgets about the vile man sitting next to her, mind filling with the orchestral opening music of the play. She is home.

The curtains open slowly, and Florence loses her breath. There, on stage, is the most beautiful man Florence has ever laid eyes on. She cannot focus on the words flowing from his thin lips, for she is distracted by the halo of golden curls surrounding the man. His romanesque nose is prominent and his eyes, stormy skies in an ocean of blue, are captivating. His curls, spun silk, bounce across his broad shoulders, as he commands the stage. The actor’s luxurious suit glints navy in the blinding lights on him, accentuating his muscled body. He is not phased in the slightest by the attention firmly placed on him. Completely in his element.

He enchants her, as though he was a wizard, and she, the poor soul under his spell. A snake charmer that she’s read about in books found in the gigantesque manor library, and her, the sin-riddled reptile under his control. He is forbidden fruit, and she wants a taste.

The performer is ethereal, and Florence cannot take her eyes off of him. She must find out who he is, somehow.

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SPG Kazooland Master Post

Kazooland is the alternate dimension in the Steam Powered Giraffe Universe.  This post contains various facts and tidbits mentioned by David and Bunny Bennett about it on tumblr and the official SPG websites over the years.  Please feel free to share more information in the reblogs!

Kazooland was named for the mentor of David Bennett, Bunny Bennett, Jon Sprague, Erin Burke, and Bryan Barbarin, Mr.Jerry Hager's mime persona: Kazoo the Mime

By 1897, Peter Walter had unlocked the power of Blue Matter and   subsequently, created an alternate reality he dubbed   Kazooland.

Excerpt from The Story of the Cavalcadium

The Cavalcadium tried to  make a permanent portal to Kazooland in their building, based on Peter Walter I’s studies.

The  Cavalcadium was wiped from existence in an instant, and it took Peter  a few months to realize it had simply vanished. Time and space itself  left a void to forget it ever was.     

The  Cavalcadium building now exists in the seams of Kazooland, and acts  as a hub to many other parts of the dimension. A few doorways even exist on Earth.          

Current link to the map of Kazooland: https://www.thecavalcadium.com/Kazooland.html

Information available about Kazooland as late as 2014

  Asininia*             The dark kingdom of Ignatius Becile. Long having taken refuge from Earth, the   black-handed Becile has built a giant city which is depleting Asininia of its   natural resources and precious rock candy veins. His aim is creating an   unstoppable army of candy-powered automatons to consume the universe.

*name is derived from “asinine”

The 8th Dimension of Absolute and Infinite Terror           The only persistent door to the  terrible 8th dimension. Its history is unclear but it is indeed locked and guarded by Jumbo, The Pink Whale With A Top  Hat.* The 8th dimension is notorious for being the place of fermenting  nightmares and evil Lovecraftian Beasts.

*Jumbo can be found in the album The Vice Quadrant, guarding Commander Cosmo and The Necrostar

Horroria

A jagged mountain range of ash and  death, which is primarily a refuge for monsters. A couple of human  settlements exist, but the majority of inhabitants of the continent  are Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, Zombies, Witches, Cultists,  Poltergeists, Man-Eating Hamburgers, and Hamburger-Eating Men.

Hypexion V     

A presumed alien homeworld of the  Hypexions; thin bipedal humanoids with a sweet tooth.

Ironically Foreboding Shaped Islands     

The Chaos Sea marks these bodies of  land as a legend, but time travelers and fortunate explorers speak of  adventurous sailors, pirates, and buried treasure. It is  believed the famous Captain Albert Alexander was the first to have  sailed the Chaos Sea, yet only stories remain.

Lola     

The Hypexion Moon infested with the  diabolical Moon Worms. The Moon Worm Queen is held responsible for  eating a chunk of Hypexion V before she was destroyed, but a newly  born Moon Worm Queen is the talk among the stars. The   talking stars of course.

Lotsasand     

An ancient dust land belonging to the  ancestors of the Kingdom of Set. Though primarily a land for the  outsourcing of dust and camels, the age old tales of Jackal Men,  Living Mummies, and Scarab People still invoke questions of mysticism  in even the most skeptical of skeptics.

Meh     

An icy northern land of Snow Queens and  Mystical Creatures. Many a wise pipe smoking old bearded man tell  stories about this enchanted place, but few are listened to.

Merveille

Merveille is the remains of the once  great Circus Empire, which exploded eons ago and left a watercolored  land of saturated imagination. The inhabitants are mostly the  Speechless Ones, also known as Mimes. It is often described as a  tangible dream, and artists from all over the multiverse have tapped  into its presence for inspiration and escape.

Cities:                    Bip

The capital of  Merveille was named after its founder, and is a favorite spot for  vacation for Peter Walter VI. It was also in Bip that the Great War of 1823 was ended by a mysterious mime with a magical  kazoo.

New Pieland    

Once a paradise of wilderness, pilgrims  from Old Pieland settled here declaring it New Pieland after their  former continent was completely devoured since it actually lived  up to its namesake. It was quite literally a giant land mass of flaky  crust with a warm gooey appley interior.

New Pieland is home to many American immigrants and many other multiverse settlers.  Humans, Robots, Clowns, Cat People, and Vleeds are just a few of the races you'll find in the melting pot which is New Pieland.

Cities:                    Biscuit Town

Biscuit Town is a famous small  mining town in the eastern part of New Pieland. It is home   primarily to clowns, wizards, and talking animals. Biscuit Town has   been run by Walter Robot The Jon until recently, and was the first  town in New Pieland to elect a robot for Mayor. Currently, in  the Jon's absence the Mayor's Assistant Boft is  struggling with the encroaching rogue nation of Asininia, a  resource-hungry super kingdom of mad scientists and candy-powered  androids.    Preferbia   This large sprawling landscape   of suburbia is a metropolis of 1950's ideals, where the  beautiful residents are protected from the ravages of time by a blue  matter rich force field over the city. Created by a visionary man  from Earth after slipping through an interdimensional rift, Howard  Lloyd saw the potential of the unstable rift and created what some  have called the 1950s utopia of mankind. Those who enter  the city rarely decide to leave the prospect of eternal youth, but  some do choose to escape Preferbia's roving gangs of fish mutants and  frequent attacks by the Hypexion Moon Worms.

Snornia

Snornia is the last remaining haven for  mystical beings. It is cut off from the rest of the world by a  vengeful Dragon God, but those who have seen it speak of a fantastical world of magic and danger, with princesses in towers,   dexterous elves making shoes, and six winged warlocks. Humans  who find ways to enter usually do so to train to become wizards or  dragons, but many are eaten by the Dragon God, and even more give up  and sail to Party Island.

South Adventurica

A largely unexplored tangle of   constantly transforming jungles, swamps, and plains unbound by  any mappable record of time. Adventurers have sought to unlock the   continent's mysteries for years, and its surprises still continue to   surprise avid surprise seekers. Dinosaurs, giant insects, carnivorous   plants, elementals, Forgotten Gods, Bobby Darin, and Santa Claus are   all said to live here, but the only proof of their existence are the   ravaged journals from explorers of the past...

And that captured dinosaur amusement  park off the coast.

Verk     

A rainy settlement of time travelers  from the 1890s. It is separated from the world by an ethereal mist of  aether called "Henry's Breath," long believed to be   generated by the fat ghost of England's Henry the 8th.  Most settlers began traversing the aether via multidimensional  travel from when Colonel P. A. Walter I discovered Blue Matter in  1896, but all matter of being from the multiverse seems to have  leaked through to embrace knowledge, Victorian style, and to tinker with steampunk abominations.

Cities:                    Dandyton

The Capital of Verk is a bustling city  of inventors, scientists, airship pilots, alchemists, airship pilots,  ghosts, and airship pilots. It is home to the Verk Dandy Candy  Factory, many airships, and the Verkian Rift, a dimensional  hub to countless other realities.

The (old) Cavalcadium landing page including links to Worlds (Earth, Kazooland, and the 8th Dimension), Characters, and Species

Characters include (but are not limited to): Beebop, Bip, Boft, Brown Suits, Buster Becile, Captain Albert Alexander, Delilah, Doc Laborday, G. G., Guy Hottie, Hatchworth,The Highwayman, I. M. Becile, Kazoo, Lily Brennan, Lorene Keaton, Norman Becile, Peter Walter I, Peter Walter II, Peter Walter III, Peter Walter IV, Peter Walter V, Peter Walter VI, Rabbit, Rex Marksley, The Jon, The Spine, The Suspender Man, Uncle Ralphie, Upgrade, and Wanda Becile

Species include (but are not limited to): Robots, Samurai, Scarab  People, Seafarers, Steampunks, Talking  Animals, Trolls, Vampires, Vleeds, Warlocks, Werewolfs, Witchs, Wizards, and Zombies

The Temecula Rift

Prior to the 2013 Walter Robotics Expo, an accident occurred while 26 y/o Peter Walter VI accidentally sealed a Blue Matter Rift that he was trying to open for high speed inter-dimensional travel between Earth and Kazooland.  The result was an explosion that singularly hit Peter Walter VI in his face.  He now wears an iconic keyhole mask to hide whatever the results of the explosion may have been.

Links:

https://pawaltervi.tumblr.com/post/49702485000/regarding-the-temecula-rift

https://pawaltervi.tumblr.com/post/51763873084/walter-robotics-owner-peter-walter-vi-hospitalized

https://pawaltervi.tumblr.com/post/52636220497/a-message-from-peter-walter-vi

Audio posts of Isabella Bennett discussing Kazooland Canon circa 2015:

Kazooland Canon 1/3

Kazooland Canon 2/3

Kazooland Canon 3/3

Rabbit’s white faceplates are made from a porcelain-like material from Kazooland called Impossium

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NO CONTROL & MEDICINE

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!!! | this is just my interpretation, each one can interpret it as they want (as long as its substantiated) so if you interpret it differently that’s also fine. i’m not going to include the full songs.

NO CONTROL

written by: louis (there are more composers but they aren’t relevant for the analysis)

it’s such a direct song that it almost needs no explanation, just by reading the lyrics it’s more than clear that it talks exclusively about about sex.

“stained coffee cup just that fingerprint of lipstick’s not enough sleep where you lay, still a trace of innocence on the pillow case”

“waking up beside you i’m a loaded gun i can’t contain this anymore i’m all yours, i’ve got no control, no control powerless and i don’t care it’s obvious i just can’t get enough of you the pedal’s down, my eyes are closed no control”

“taste on my tongue i don’t want to wash away the night before in the heat where you lay i could stay right here and burn in it all day”

“lost my senses i’m defenseless her perfume’s holding me ransom sweet and sour i devour lying here i count the hours”

basically louis in this song tells us that when he gets up and sees harry by his side it makes him want to fuck, simple.

really if you don’t understand the lyrics of this song easily you are either very innocent or you have less than 13 because the song is more obvious than rock me.

in these cases i leave you a little help:

“pedals down” is the same as saying “hit the pedal”

MEDICINE (unrealased)

written by: harry (supposedly) x

like no control, the lyrics are very obvious and require almost no explanation but unlike no control, medicine says directly that the song is dedicated to a man.

“here to take my medicine, take my medicine treat you like a gentleman give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline think i’m gonna stick with you”

“here to take my medicine, take my medicine rest it on your fingertips up to your mouth, feeling it out feeling it out”

“i had a few, got drunk on you and now i’m wasted and when i sleep, i’m gonna dream of how you tasted”

“if you go out tonight, i’m going out ‘cause i know you’re persuasive you got the salt and i, got me an appetite now i can taste it”

“we’re getting dizzy oh, we're getting dizzy, oh you get me dizzy, oh you get me dizzy, oh”

“tingle running through my bones, fingers to my toes tringle running through my bones the boys and the girls are in a mess around with him and i’m okay with it”

“i’m coming down, i figured out, i kinda like it and when i sleep, i’m gonna dream of how you ride it”

i want to clarify that many people say that the lyrics are “i mess around with them” but this isnt true. first you can hear “him” perfectly:

and second because the band ‘radio fluke’ covered the song, therefore it contains the original lyrics. to upload a cover of a song to spotify and apple music, the artist must be asked for permission and the official lyrics must be requested.

now, moving on to the lyrics:

obviously it talks about sex (oral and anal) with a man, the “treat you like a gentleman” it’s not decorative.

what is the relation between both songs?

first: no control talks about how well harry fucks and medicine about how well louis fucks.

second: many people believe that medicine was written by louis since they are very similar, not control is like medicine’s older sister. according to this theory, this is the reason why harry didn’t realase it, since if he wanted to realase it he would have to give credits and that would clearly generate a problem for them.

in my opinion this isn’t the reason, even though it doesn’t seem like a crazy theory, it seems to me that the reason is other.

the first thing that makes me doesn’t agree with the theory is that if you compose a song for someone else and you don’t want to give your name you can put yourself a nickname, therefore if harry really wanted to release the song he would tell louis to get a nickname. (the nicknames thing is more complex but the point is that isn’t necessary to give your full name).

but for me the real reason why he doesn’t release the song isn’t because he doesn’t want to, is because they don’t let him.

releasing medicine would imply that the gp would begin to think that harry really likes men and isn’t just an image that he has to sell more, something that certain people clearly dont want.

although it’s not a confirmation of his true sexuality, it’s a confirmation that harry is lgbt, something that doesn’t seem like a big change for his image but it is.

releasing medicine would allow people to ask harry more about the subject or how he was inspired and well let’s say that harry isn’t a genius when it comes to lying/hiding.

so, is he going to release medicine? when?

we don’t know, it’s impossible to know that kind of stuff. i personally don’t see it as likely or at least not in the near future unless his image drastically changes out of nowhere.

like i said, this is just my opinion, any other interpretation is valid🖤

NO CONTROL & MEDICINE

NO CONTROL & MEDICINE

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!!! | esta es solo mi interpretación, cada uno la puede interpretar como quiere (siempre y cuando sea con fundamentos) así que si la interpretan distinto también esta bien. no voy a incluir las canciones completas.

NO CONTROL

escrita por: louis (hay mas compositores pero no son relevantes para el análisis)

es una canción tan directa que casi no necesita explicación, con solo leer la letra queda mas que claro que habla sobre y exclusivamente de sexo.

original

“stained coffee cup just that fingerprint of lipstick’s not enough sleep where you lay, still a trace of innocence on the pillow case”

“waking up beside you i’m a loaded gun i can’t contain this anymore i’m all yours, i’ve got no control, no control powerless and i don’t care it’s obvious i just can’t get enough of you the pedal’s down, my eyes are closed no control”

“taste on my tongue i don’t want to wash away the night before in the heat where you lay i could stay right here and burn in it all day”

“lost my senses i’m defenseless her perfume’s holding me ransom sweet and sour i devour lying here i count the hours”

traducción

“taza de café manchada tan solo esa huella digital de lápiz labial no es suficiente no duermo lo suficiente donde te acuestas todavía hay un rastro de inocencia en la almohada”

“despertándome a tu lado soy un arma cargada no puedo contener más esto soy todo tuyo, no tengo control, sin control impotente y no me importa, es obvio tan sólo no puedo tener suficiente de ti mi pie en el pedal, tengo los ojos cerrados sin control”

“el sabor en mi lengua no quiero lavar la noche anterior en el calor donde te recuestas podría quedarme justo ahí y quemarme en el todo el día”

“perdí mis sentidos estoy indefenso su perfume me está forzando a hacer algo malo dulce y amargo lo devoro cuento las horas acostado aquí”

básicamente louis en esta canción nos cuenta que cuando se levanta y ve a harry a su lado le dan ganas de coger, sin vueltas.

realmente si no entendes los lyrics de esta canción con facilidad sos o muy inocente o tenes menos de 13 porque la canción es mas obvia que rock me.

en estos casos te dejo una ayudita:

“pedal’s down” es lo mismo que decir “hit the pedal”

MEDICINE (unrealased)

escrita por: harry (supuestamente) x

al igual que no control, la letra es muy obvia y no requiere casi explicación pero a diferencia de no control, medicine dice directamente que la canción va dedicada a un hombre.

original

“here to take my medicine, take my medicine treat you like a gentleman give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline think i’m gonna stick with you”

“here to take my medicine, take my medicine rest it on your fingertips up to your mouth, feeling it out feeling it out”

“i had a few, got drunk on you and now i’m wasted and when i sleep, i’m gonna dream of how you tasted”

“if you go out tonight, i’m going out ‘cause i know you’re persuasive you got the salt and i, got me an appetite now i can taste it”

“we’re getting dizzy oh, we're getting dizzy, oh you get me dizzy, oh you get me dizzy, oh”

“tingle running through my bones, fingers to my toes tringle running through my bones the boys and the girls are in a mess around with him and i’m okay with it”

“i’m coming down, i figured out, i kinda like it and when i sleep, i’m gonna dream of how you ride it”

traducción

“aquí para tomar mi medicina, tomar mi medicina tratarte como a un caballero dame esa adrenalina, esa adrenalina piensa que voy a quedarme contigo”

“aquí para tomar mi medicina, tomar mi medicina déjalo en la punta de tus dedos, hacia tu boca, siéntelo siéntelo”

“tuve unos cuantos, me emborraché de ti y ahora estoy gastado, y cuando duerma soñaré sobre a qué sabías”

“si sales fuera esta noche, saldré también porque sé que eres persuasivo, tienes la sal y yo el apetito, ahora puedo saborearlo”

“nos mareamos, oh, nos mareamos la la la la nos mareamos, oh, nos meareamos, oh”

“hormigueos recorriendo mi sangre, de mis dedos a mis pies, hormigueos recorriendo mis huesos, los chicos y las chicas están en, yo me meto con el y estoy bien con ello”

“me vengo abajo, me di cuenta de que me gusta y cuando duerma soñaré sobre como lo montas”

quiero aclarar que varias personas dicen que los lyrics son “i mess around with them” pero esto es mentira. primero se escucha el “him” perfectamente:

[vean el video mas arriba en la versión en ingles]

y segundo porque la banda ‘radio fluke’ hizo un cover de la canción por ende contiene los lyrics originales. para hacer subir un cover de una canción a spotify y apple music se le debe pedir permiso al artista y se le tiene que pedir los lyrics oficiales.

ahora, pasando a los lyrics:

obviamente habla de sexo (oral y anal) con un hombre, el “treat you like a gentleman” no esta de adorno. no solo

cual es la relación entre ambas canciones??

primero: no control habla de lo bien que lo hace harry y medicine es de lo bien que lo hace louis.

segundo: mucha gente cree que medicine fue escrita por louis ya que son muy parecidas, no control es como la hermana mayor de medicine. segun esta teoría, esta es la razon por la que harry no la sacó, ya que si la quisiera sacar debería dar creditos y eso claramente les generaría un problema.

en mi opinion esta no es la razon, por mas de que no me parece una teoría descabellada me parece que la razón es otra.

lo primero que hace que la teoría no me termine de cerrar del todo es que si compones una canción para otra persona y no queres dar tu nombre podes ponerte como un nickname, por ende si harry realmente quisiera sacar la canción le diria a louis que se ponga un nickname y listo. (lo de los nicknames es mas complejo pero se entiende el punto, no es necesario dar tu nombre).

pero para mi la verdadera razon por la que no saca la canción no es porque no quiere, sino porque no lo dejan.

sacar medicine implicaría que el gp empieze a pensar que a harry realmente le gustan los hombres y no es solo una imagen que tiene para vender mas, cosa que claramente cierta gente no quiere.

por mas de que no es una confirmación de su verdadera sexualidad, es una confirmación de que harry es lgbt, algo que no parece un cambio grande para su imagen pero lo es.

sacar medicine habilitaria a que la gente pueda preguntarle a harry mas sobre el tema o como se inspiró y bueno digamos que harry no es ningun genio a la hora de mentir/ocultar.

entonces, ¿va a sacar medicine? ¿cuando?

no sabemos, es imposible saber ese tipo de cosas. yo en lo personal no lo veo probable o por lo menos no en un futuro cercano al menos que de la nada cambie su imagen drásticamente.

como dije, esta es solo mi opinión, cualquier otra interpretación es valida🖤

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🌊 Fanfic Playlist: The Ballad Of The Sailor And The Merchant 🌊

from the series Stories of the man who fell in love with the monster at the "unknown" side of the map (that also loved him back)

Sunlight - Hozier // Se Dire Adieu -Debout Sur Le Zinc // Davy Jones' Theme - Hans Zimmer // Ship In A Bottle - Steffan Argus // Two Evils - Bastille // Have A Seat Misery - Shayfer James // Swallowed Up By The Ocean - Billy Talent // I Love You - Woodkid // No Children - The Mountain Goats // Za Śmierć Przyjaciela - The Dreadnoughts // Dream Sweet In Sea Mayor - Miracle Musical

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