#tender as a bruise...sharper than a razor....

[thecranewivesrpf]

listening to my crane wives playlist is just an infinite cycle of "HELL YEAH -SONG NAME-" vibes the fuck out for 4 minutes "that was so fun :3 OH MY GOSH ITS -SONG NAME-"

[tiffanyachings]

but do the toxic yuri enjoyers know about nobody by the crane wives

[alyrictoasongbythecranewives]

Tender as a bruise, sharper than a razor

Wrap her tentacles around me like she'll never let me go

Her fury shakes the rafters, but never in my favor

I'm trembling in the eye of the only storm I've ever known

[the-resident-gay]

Nobody by The Crane Wives is an Icarus Morningstar song

Some of it is more of a stretch than others but it is, overall, an Icarus Morningstar song

She woke me up at dawn, soft-spoken as a spider Spinning webs of holy words while she was still asleep

Fable communicated with Icarus, begging them to release him, in every way possible, including through dreams if my memory serves me correctly Kill the moon beneath my window, pull the covers tighter And hear her voice go swinging like a hatchet through the trees

The things are with Icarus almost all the time. Especially towards the end of the SMP, they are often trying to be the voice of reason- and Icarus knows this, Icarus asks us, the things, why we can't just trust them. But on some level, they know what they're doing is wrong, we can see it on their face when they read the chat and process and feel the need to respond, to argue, to defend their actions. And there's something about that, about how they hear us and listen and still keep going with what they were doing anyway. Like they refuse to acknowledge their own reservations about their actions until someone else puts words to them.

There's a shadow at the back door Something's moving in the shade She lights cigarettes like lanterns For the darkness in my head

This is a bit of a reach but this is also about the things. The things, so loud about how Icarus shouldn't do what they're doing, shouldn't side with Fable, shouldn't run after Rae found out about Centross. They bring light to what Icarus is ignoring.

Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody ever loved me Like she tells me she does

And this is about Fable. This is about Fable manipulating Icarus from the beginning, taking advantage of Icarus' self-imposed isolation(they didn't talk to people unless asked to, Rae or Centross had to get them out of the house often), how after Centross died Fable said he'd bring him back. And Icarus listening to what he told them, only what he told them.

Tender as a bruise, sharper than a razor Wrap her tentacles around me like she'll never let me go

Fable needed to keep Icarus on his side. He would manipulate them as much as he needed to in order to keep his child on his side. But some part of Icarus knew Fable was and would continue doing more harm than good. Her fury shakes the rafters, but never in my favor I'm trembling in the eye of the only storm I've ever known

Fable wasn't exactly kind to Icarus. And I think that's putting it lightly. Icarus, whether they realized it or not, was at least a little afraid of Fable. They're also desperate for his attention, his praise, his *love*. And they didn't get it, did they? But they got his disappointment when they failed to follow through.

The keys are in the back door Something's wailing in my chest It eclipses every siren Any sins that she's confessed

Icarus could've left! They could've. They could've gone back to Rae. Ven left, and would have taken them with. Arisanna too. And they know this, they know that leaving was always an option in the back of their mind and that part of them was crying, screaming, begging to leave and would not stop.

Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody ever loved me So she tells me

The "So she tells me" carries so much. Who has loved Icarus the way Fable claims he does? Who has cared the way Fable claims? After Centross died Icarus was vulnerable and Fable preyed on that. So he tells them he will bring their friend, their best friend, back. Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody ever loved me Like she tells me she does

And Icarus agrees. Icarus believes. Icarus believes Fable, and considers nobody else.

I should be counting blessings Something is better than nothing Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it?

This is enough, for Icarus. This isolation, this cage Fable put them in, they put themselves in. Because they have something, right? This belief that when all is said and done, Centross will be brought back. Right? Right? They're lucky Fable cares, aren't they? It's close enough to perfect What does it hurt, a little bit? A little bit A little bit The glitching hurt. Missing Centross hurts. Being alone hurts. But it's okay. It's okay. They're making everything better, they're fixing everything. Who cares if it hurts?

Maybe they deserve to hurt

Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody ever loved me Like she loves me

This is Icarus' final acceptance. They know what they're doing is wrong but they're in too deep now. Nobody ever loved them like Fable does because Fable doesn't, thats the thing. But they're in too deep, they're too far gone, they are in their own mind beyond saving.

Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody ever loved me Like she tells me she does

But in the end, its fake. Fable always tells them, and nothing else. And they listen. They listen to what Fable tells them.

[riodoesstuff]

TENDER AS A BRUISE SHARPER THAN A RAZOR WRAP HER TENTACLES AROUND ME LIKE SHE'LL NEVER LET ME GO . HER FURY SHAKES THE RAFTER BUT NEVER AT MY FAVOR, IM TREMBLING IN THE EYE OF THE ONLY STORM IVE EVER KNOWN

[angelellipsis-devilofdots]

ok i cannot be the only one who thinks that nobody by the crane wives is very ciri and mistle coded

"She woke me up at dawn, soft-spoken as a spider Spinning webs of holy words while she was still asleep Kill the moon beneath my window, pull the covers tighter And hear her voice go swinging like a hatchet through the trees"

"Tender as a bruise, sharper than a razor Wrap her tentacles around me like she'll never let me go Her fury shakes the rafters, but never in my favor I'm trembling in the eye of the only storm I've ever known"

"Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody ever loved me So she tells me Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody ever loved me Like she tells me she does"

"I should be counting blessings Something is better than nothing Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it? It's close enough to perfect What does it hurt, a little bit?"

they obviously have a very toxic relationship and mistle has manipulated ciri into believing everything that has happened is okay and they love each other. i feel so bad for ciri

[sasha-n-james]

Nobody (TCW)

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"Tender as a bruise, sharper than a razor, wraps her tentacles around me like she'll never let me go..."

[clovestarzz]

She woke me up at dawn, soft-spoken as a spider Spinning webs of holy words while she was still asleep Kill the moon beneath my window, pull the covers tighter And hear her voice go swinging like a hatchet through the trees

There's a shadow at the back door Something's moving in the shade She lights cigarettes like lanterns For the darkness in my head

Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody ever loved me Like she tells me she does

Tender as a bruise, sharper than a razor Wrap her tentacles around me like she'll never let me go Her fury shakes the rafters, but never in my favor I'm trembling in the eye of the only storm I've ever known

The keys are in the back door Something's wailing in my chest It eclipses every siren Any sins that she's confessed

Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody ever loved me So she tells me Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody ever loved me Like she tells me she does

I should be counting blessings Something is better than nothing Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it? It's close enough to perfect What does it hurt, a little bit? A little bit A little bit

Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody ever loved me Like she loves me Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody ever loved me Like she tells me she does

GIVES U A BIG BIG SMOOCH ON UR FOREHEAD /P

[clerichs-xi]

tender as a bruise, sharper than a razor wrap her tentacles around me like she'll never let me go

klaus' backstory arc just ended heho and it was revealed he used to be the lover of the goddess of storms and pirates... she had basically kidnapped him and imprisoned him into murder and piracy for 20 years and needless to say it greatly damaged him on every level <3 its okay he's been able to be normal for once since the start of the campaign thanks to the party aka his new found family

get urself a surrogate middle-aged father who can speedrun a forbidden romance in one minute and then immediately go to confront the darkest version/a corrupted version of himself, as well as his toxic lover as she tortures him -w-)b

details and just the lines hehe

[neednottoneed]

anyway "nobody" by the crane wives is very much a danny/rebecca song--like the whole thing but especially:

Nobody ever loved me, ever loved me Nobody еver loved me Likе she tells me she does

Tender as a bruise Sharper than a razor Wraps her tentacles around me Like she'll never let me go Fury shakes the rafters, but never in my favor I'm trembling in the eye of the only storm I've ever known

I should be counting blessings Something is better than nothing Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it It's close enough to perfect What does it hurt, a little bit? A little bit A little bit

[marshmallowprotection]

The song “nobody” by the crane wives is giving strong Ray vibes

Tender as a bruise Sharper than a razor Wraps her tentacles around me Like she'll never let me go Fury shakes the rafters, but never in my favor I'm trembling in the eye of the only storm I've ever known

God. It's like the realization he has when he figures out that he loves you... not just loving the idea of you, but loving you as a person and dreaming of being with you because of it. But, loving you is a danger, isn't it? Rika doesn't want him to be in love... because loving you will mean that she'll lose her son and pawn. Can't have that... that's why it's never in his favor.

[v-iv-rusty]

∞ !!

Tender as a bruise / Sharper than a razor / Wraps her tentacles around me / Like she'll never let me go / Fury shakes the rafters, but never in my favor / I'm trembling in the eye of the only storm I've ever known

Nobody - Crane Wives

[stinkyhyena9000]

Tender as a bruise

Sharper than a razor

Wraps her tentacles around me

Like she'll never let me go

Fury shakes the rafters,

But never in my favor

I'm trembling in the eye

Of the only storm I've know

Nobody - The Crane Wives [ x ]

[rozugold]

Sorry idk if this is FAQ question or sorts but i adore ur animatics genuinely they’re some of my fav pieces of dsmp content especially your ‘Nobody’ and ‘I’m alive (reprise)’ animatics and i adore how fluid and lively ur animatics are !!! if this is isn’t any bother do u have any advice for basic scripting / planning of animatics, i currently have a storyboard but i’m struggling to get it onto digital lmao, but overall how do u plan and plot ur animatics ?

sorry if iu have ever answered this before anyways keep up ur work it’s genuinely some of the most incredible stuff i’ve seen and so nice to watch and see i adore ur art style and especially ur c!Tommy design and interpretation

Aaa thank u :D!!

And for scripting animatics.. hmm let me see if I can explain this right

So the way I plan out animatics is by first picking the main focus of what I want to tell a story about. Since animatics are basically telling little stories yknow? Usually once I pick a song I want to animate that main focus is pretty easy to figure out. So like Nobody is about Tommy’s hardships in exile and how it still affects him, I’m Alive Reprise is about Dream being out and all evil again, She Used To Be Mine is about Tommy mourning his past self. You pick a main focus and keep it in mind when planning scenes out so you know what to keep and what to cut.

And since animatics are like little stories they usually have a beginning, middle and end. So like how does it start? What are the characters doing/ what are they feeling? What happens/ happened to them? What are they doing/ feeling in the end?

This is where the song comes into play! (Of course this is for if you’re using a song with lyrics) Drawing a scene around each bit of lyrics works but also don’t be afraid to not take it too literally, if that makes any sense. So back to the Nobody animatic:

Tender as a bruise - Tommy pulls his hand away from his bleeding nose

Sharper than a razor - Dream lifts his sword

Wrap her tentacles around me like she’ll never let me go - Dream wraps an arm around Tommy’s shoulder before lightly stabbing him

But also I don’t always follow this rule since right after it’s:

Fury shakes the rafters - blood drips

But never in my favor - Side profile of Tommy, dazed after getting hit

I’m trembling in the eye of the only storm I’ve ever known - Tommy looking up at Dream before he drops tnt in the hole infront of them

That’s all I can think of at the moment, hope it helps! If you have anymore questions feel free to ask, I’m always down for animatic questions >:D

[fanfoolishness]

the naming of things

Din Djarin names the wounds earned in The Prisoner, and reflects on the hunter becoming the hunted. ~1700 words, Din & Grogu, hints of Din's life before he met the kid, a bit of whump and a bit of hope. Takes place at the end of Chapter 6.

*

Hyperspace stretched around them, the promise of freedom streaming beyond them in blue-white light. The glimmers played over his visor as a sigh, long and weary, stole from his mouth. He sagged against his seat, casting a furtive glance over his shoulder at the wide-eyed child watching him.

“I told you that was a bad idea,” he muttered, more to himself than the kid. He swallowed. It’d been damn close for both of them.

Reflexively he reached out, unscrewing the little control knob from its lever. He reached back and dropped the ball into the kid’s waiting hand. It was the least he could do to make up for the droid menacing the kid, Mayfeld dropping him on the floor, their taunts... Not to mention the way Din had pretended the kid was just a pet, and nothing more.

...He’d done it to take the heat off the kid, of course.

Still felt lousy about it, though.

A bad idea.

The words echoed as a refrain, a hum that fell away into the whirs and vibrations of the Razor Crest around them. Din winced. He’d known better. Or should have, anyway. He closed his eyes, suddenly powerfully tired.

A burble played out, bright and cheery behind him. He lifted his head and realized he’d stiffened badly in his chair. How long had he been sleeping? His head pounded.

“Come on, kid,” Din said, getting slowly to his feet. Bruises throbbed beneath his armor, making him recoil each time a normal movement forced one to bear pressure. He tried to count them all, a habit he’d picked up from older Mandalorians in the Corps. Name your wounds. Face them clearly. They’ll hold less power that way.

Some of the fighters had been cocky with their naming, proud of how many wounds they’d sustained without going down. They sang their battle-scars to anyone who'd listen (and many who couldn't care less). Others had used it as a way to distance themselves from the pain that might otherwise hold them back. These days Din preferred to use the technique as a way to review his fights, to forge the damage into another weapon, to make himself harder, fiercer, sharper for the next battle.

It was also a good way to remind himself to examine himself thoroughly for injury, so that he could tend to his body as he tended to his armor. It had been a long time since he had found a Mandalorian healer to do so for him, someone he trusted who could treat his wounds while also honoring his armor. He had given up on healers outside of the Way years ago.

Din steadied himself on his feet, calculating. Bruise over the left flank. When the Devaronian slammed me against the console. Watch for blood in the vacc tube later, might need bacta if the kidney’s involved. He reached out to the kid, who held out his arms to be picked up. Searing pain over the bicep. Xi’an’s blade. Cleaning and tissue glue. He nestled the kid against his side, grateful that that, at least, did not spark awareness of a new wound.

The kid pulled him out of his cataloguing, rolling that little ball between his hands and swinging his legs. He tilted his head curiously, ears shifting to the side. Din glanced down at him, fighting a fleeting dizziness.

“I know. You gotta be hungry by now.” Din’s own gut rumbled, though he felt vaguely nauseous. He frowned.

Drowsy. Dizzy. Nauseous. Headache. His frown deepened. Concussion from Burg? He didn’t specifically remember getting hit in the head, but the fight had been a blur. He let out a long breath, irritated more than anything else. Concussions were nasty to treat. Either you wasted precious, expensive bacta on them, or you muddled through them for days, always with that nagging knowledge that they stacked: from fight to fight, from year to year.

At this point in his life, another concussion was the last thing he needed. Bacta it was.

He carefully made his way down the ladder and into the hold, shuffling toward the cabinet where he kept the rations. Bruise or torn muscle, back of the left thigh. Another blow from Burg? It was getting hard to remember the specificities of the fight.

The kid started reaching towards the cupboard the instant Din turned to face it. His fingers splayed wide, straining for the food he knew was inside. Despite himself, Din smiled.

“Don’t worry, kid, I know it’s dinnertime.” Ought to keep him occupied enough for me to do a once-over, and get that bacta started.

The kid stuffed the control knob into his mouth, and Din’s half-smile vanished instantly. “Get that out of your mouth, you’ll choke on it!” he scolded, fishing it out of the kid’s small jaws with a gloved finger. The kid screwed up his face into the beginnings of a wail, and Din shook his head, instantly regretting the action as his stomach swooped with nausea. He swallowed down his gorge, sucking in a deep breath.

“That’s enough playing with that for now,” he managed. “You can have it back sometime when you aren’t hungry.” He shoved the ball into a belt pouch, then opened the cabinet, scanning it for food. He came up with a stack of flat womp rat jerky, a wedge of bantha cheese and a pair of millet cakes. “How’s that for dinner, buddy?”

The kid swiveled to look up at him, all clearly forgiven, judging by his beaming expression and upturned ears. He let out a loud giggle and grabbed for the jerky first, happily stuffing a piece into his mouth and working it with those little teeth. But the smell, normally appetizing, turned Din’s stomach.

“Here,” he said, attempting a gentle tone. He limped to the rack, setting the kid down on his own bed and laying out the food around him. “I’ll be just outside. Getting ready for bed. You stay here, understand?”

The kid blinked up at him, golden crumbs of buttery bantha cheese clinging like a constellation all over his chin. Then he took a bite of his millet cake, holding it daintily in one clawed hand.

“Good,” said Din in relief. “You’re busy.” He closed the door to their cramped sleeping area, slumping a little against the door. He made his way over to his medkit, keeping one hand lightly against the wall. The Crest thrummed beneath his touch. Almost lost you and the kid, he thought tiredly. They never meant for me to get out of there alive. They had no honor. They never had.

And that had been obvious from the start, he’d known it just the same as he knew Tatooine had a binary star, but still. Sometimes the question wasn’t is a fatal blow coming, sometimes it was just will it be a blaster? Or a blade? He could kick himself for the wounds from both he’d earned from this crowd; some of them wounds he had never named.

Maybe that was the real problem.

“Like old times,” he murmured, regret twisting, fleetingly, within him. He opened his medkit, staring at the bacta hidden in its recesses. All that remained was a single slim patch, cut down to a sliver from multiple uses. He blinked. Of course. He should have remembered, but then, thinking clearly was a little difficult right now. He grimaced through the haze.

Using it now meant there’d be nothing left for another fight, another day. He didn’t like traveling so scanty. Yet he and the kid were fugitives, and bacta hawkers knew all the talk, as well as what kind of credits that talk could fetch. They’d likely turn him and the kid in just as soon as anyone else. They wouldn't be able to resupply any time soon.

He glanced slowly at the closed door to the sleeping rack, then reached up to remove his helmet, setting it down beside him. He kept his eyes half-lidded, avoiding the ship’s dim lights, and carefully fixed the last bacta scrap over his forehead along the area that felt most tender.

Gradually it seeped in and the ache dulled, lessening substantially. He knew from experience this wasn’t enough bacta to fully resolve a concussion, but it would have to do.

....How long can we keep this up?

He stiffened at the sudden thought. Without the covert, without signs of other Mandalorians to help them hide, he and the kid were some of the brightest targets in the galaxy. He’d known it, accepted it, but the empty wrapper of the bacta patch still sat in the palm of his hand, far heavier than it should be.

The Armorer had spoken of hunter and prey. He knew which he’d always considered himself to be, ever since the day he'd first put on his helmet. But thinking of the kid in there, cheese all over his tiny, happy face, the words felt more real than they ever had before. How long could a hunter survive as the hunted?

For a moment, Din let his eyes fall closed. Felt the bacta working, felt the fog receding, just a little. Just enough.

He crumpled up the wrapper, tossing it into the waste tube with the food wrappers from the kid's meal. He took a deep breath, looking through the neatly organized medkit, pulling out what he needed. Antiseptic. Tissue glue. Painkillers. He ran through the list of named injuries in his head, setting out a plan for himself.

It took him the better part of a standard hour to address the different wounds, and when he had finished, aches improving, he realized he’d become ravenous. He rummaged through the cupboard, coming out with a handful of rations. He slipped his helmet back on and opened the door to the sleeping rack.

The kid lay there peacefully, surrounded by crumbs, snoring lightly with his tiny nose twitching. Din chuckled, sidling in next to the kid and putting his feet up. He shifted the child’s small body until the kid was sleeping against his hip.

Din raised his helmet slightly, enough to take a bite of millet cake smeared with desert honey. Maybe it was the bacta working, but it seemed like the best thing he’d eaten in weeks. He took another bite, then another, raising and lowering his helmet each time as he did so. It took him a moment to realize this was the first time he’d eaten anything in the same room as the kid. For some reason, it didn’t bother him.

He smiled, looking down at the sleeping child. “Don’t worry, pal.” The kid babbled quietly to himself in his sleep, smacking his lips and curling up even closer to Din’s hip. “Tomorrow’s another day.”

[scrambled-eggsed]

There's a shadow at the back door, something moving in the shade. She lights cigarettes like lanterns, for the darkness in my head

Also,

Tender as a bruise, sharper than a razor, wraps her tentacles around me like she'll never let me go. fury shakes the rafters, but never in my favor, I'm trembling in the eye of the only storm I've ever known