#that's an abnormal big crow

[klayr-de-gall]

The third Son

The one where Adam is convinced he isn’t magically gifted (not like his brothers and father are) but one of the most powerful and sought-after familiars makes him his witch anyway.

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The piece I made for the fifth SPN quarantine Zine! The theme was "witch and familiar". Check out upcomming projects here: @supernaturalquaranzine I had a lot of fun with this one. Michael is a crow because of that on time a crow was used to show his arrival at stull cemetery. And because I couldn't do without drawing wings. XD There is a whole story for this that exists in my brain (and as bulletpoints in a Google doc xD) and hopefully I'll be able to write that fic some day!

[comatosebunny09]

preface [ deux ] | sylus

summary: in his haste to find you before the auction begins, sylus uncovers something much more harrowing. and he curses himself for agreeing to let you be bait in the first place.

warnings: violence, minor character deaths, human/sex trafficking, mentions of underaged girls, profanity, allusions to reader’s past as a kidnappee, reader is not mc, reader implied to be femme, sylus is mad murderous & an emotional wreck

tagging: @world-of-hearts, @athanasia-day, @falon-fen, @queen-serena88, @karespocketboyfriends, @mrswanel, @readerxyourfave, @sunsets-and-crows, @antonneva

notes: a continuation of this. thank you so much for reading! part 3 can be found here.

now playing: mozart - requiem - lacrimosa

The docks are deceptively quiet tonight.

Nothing seems amiss between the creeks of old wood and the slosh of waves breaking on the pier.

Sylus isn’t convinced of its purity.

Not when the tracker dwarfed in his palm blinks a steady red, signaling to your whereabouts.

He’d followed the signal here after it grew stagnant following an hour of movement away from the city. He waited another 45 agonizing minutes to make his move. Had to be sure he wasn’t being led into a trap and that wherever Fate’s men whisked you off to was where he’d find the others.

He stands on the edge of a weathered connex, the wind ominously ruffling his coat.

He studies the device in his hand. Paints a shadowy figure amid the bokeh of distant city lights glittering behind him. With one hand in his pocket, the composure adorning his features contrasts with the hushed maelstrom brewing beneath his skin.

He holds out his unoccupied hand for Mephisto to perch on, the crow materializing on his wrist as if summoned from thought. Mephisto preens himself, iridescent feathers gleaming in the moonlight. When he’s done, he fixes Sylus with a lifeless, scarlet stare before a holographic image emerges from his eyesight.

It’s a detailed layout of the docks. Metal containers, small, worn ships. For a second, nothing looks abnormal. Yet something stark white and rectangular piques Sylus’ intrigue.

Sylus scrutinizes the shape further before he makes out what it is. A semi-truck inconspicuously parked between stacked connexes. Three dark figures circle around it like wolves. Guards, more than likely armed. Whatever they’re protecting, it must be big.

“Well, that doesn’t look very suspicious at all,” Sylus drawls, scratching Mephisto’s head with appreciative fingers. The crow bows out of existence in a flurry of inky shadows and feathers, having served Sylus well.

He spares another glance at the tracker. The blip of your signal aligns with where the truck resides.

It is then that he decides to make his move.

A smirk tugs on the corner of his lips. It’s been a while since he’s gotten his hands dirty. Had you and the twins for that. The prospect of a good fight makes his fingers twitch, the tips of them sparking with dark red electricity.

In superhero fashion, he pitches himself forward, swallowed by the misty vines of his Evol, as he ascends from the connex at breakneck speed.

You’d make fun of him for being so dramatic; he’s sure of it. He’ll tell you all about his heroic feats when you’re safely tucked back in his penthouse with this night shoved into the furthest reaches of your minds.

He lands on sturdy feet. Insufferably cool as he maneuvers through the maze of cargo containers. The click of his shoes reverberates off damaged metal until he spots what he’s looking for.

The guards have yet to see him. Two of them pace back and forth at the truck’s rear. Another circles its perimeter, two hands on a rifle.

Such meager security for whatever’s housed in that trailer.

He breathes deeply. Fades into obscurity, drawn into the shadows of his Evol, preparing for a sneak attack. He doesn’t need to. Could effortlessly eviscerate the guards with a snap of his fingers. But where’s the fun in that?

“I don’t get paid enough for this shit,” sighs a disgruntled guard all by his lonesome in the driver seat, hands wrapped around the steering wheel. “What am I, a fuckin’ babysitter?” So caught up in his head, he’s none the wiser to Sylus’ appearance on the passenger side, amused, crimson eyes boring into his skull.

“You’re right,” Sylus replies, his voice abrasive yet cocky. “You don’t get paid enough.”

The driver doesn’t get the luxury of a scream before wispy, handlike tendrils snake around his neck. Bone snaps, followed by a sigh of life drained from cold lips. He dies with terror twisting his features, shepherded into the afterlife by The Boogeyman himself. His head slumps onto his shoulder as his energy flows into Sylus’ body.

“Now, what exactly are you babysitting,” Sylus ponders. The kingpin blinks out of existence again, readying himself to dispatch the other three henchmen.

Sylus doesn’t make a sound as he takes out the guard who’d wandered to the nose of the semi to ensure his cohort was still on the job. The other two, he snuffs out similarly, their blood gurgling in their throats and their bones crackling, music to his ears.

He rolls out the kinks in his neck and shoulders to ward off the stiffness as their life force seeps into his body. It’s been too long since he’s had some fun. Hopefully, this is the most action he’ll see for the night.

His eyes grow intense with concentration when he stares at the worn handles of the truck’s trailer. He burns with anticipation. With something of wariness nestled between. Your signal stops here, steadily buzzing on the tracker in his pocket. He clings to the notion that you’re inside, unscathed and none the worse for wear.

He shuts his eyes, focusing a stretch of energy on the handles. The doors fly off with a deafening screech of metal, sure to draw some unwarranted attention.

Nevertheless, with his hands in his pockets, he waits for the dust to settle. Leaps into the truck trailer with practiced ease, eliciting screams and gasps of varying pitches from within.

None of which sound like yours.

Red emergency lights flicker in the space inside. It reeks of mildew and sweat. Fear. Revulsion.

When the grime completely clears, Sylus makes out dozens of sets of eyes fixed on him. He stiffens. His blood turns ice cold.

Girls of diverse creeds, colors, sizes, and ages cower against the back of the trailer. All from him. He makes out at least 30 of them, crammed in the trailer like cattle awaiting slaughter.

Something in his chest pulls. His lips twitch with the threat of a grimace.

Those sick fucks.

Sylus is no saint. He’s done horrible things to equally deplorable people to increase his reign. To strike fear into those who would oppose him. Challenge his title as Onychinus’ ruler. But he’s never dreamt of doing something as vile as this.

There’s no telling how long Fate had them—these young women, these girls. How long they’ve been emaciated, deprived of food, water, and sunlight.

Sylus bristles as an image of you forms in his mind. A flash of a girl, young like these ones. Terrified yet burning with fury. Revenge rotting your mind, anger warping your tear-stricken features.

Speaking of you, he scans through the girls’ faces in search of yours. He doesn’t find you through their varying degrees of fright. Sucks in a breath through parted lips, his blood running cold.

He cautiously steps further into the trailer, and the girls inside shy away. He holds out a placating hand. Sure, he’s despicable. Terrifying, and the red light highlighting his imposing figure as he nears them doesn’t help matters. But he has to be sure you’re not nestled between them. Playing a cruel joke on him after he spent all this time hunting you down.

The tracker in his pocket vibrates violently. The group of women parts, cowering away from him like he’s something of a sickness. He stops in front of a girl who looks no older than sixteen. Peers down at her, and she shivers, swallowed by your coat. She ducks into the fur, shrouding herself from Sylus’ penetrating gaze.

There’s no mistaking this jacket. Pristine lynx fur.

One of the first he’d bought you when you joined his entourage. A peace offering, a sign of his unyielding protection.

You wore it faithfully like it was your most prized possession. No matter how many more Sylus stocked you with, you never let this particular coat go.

He smooths shaky fingers down the collar. Suddenly sees red when he tugs on the lapel, snatching the girl up, and she shrieks, her feet dangling above the floor. The other women yelp in terror, shrinking away from Sylus’ ire. He must look like a monster to them. As beastly as the men who ripped them from their homes. From freedom. But he doesn’t care as anguish drives him into rage.

It’s rare he loses his cool. But when it comes to you, things just hit differently.

“Where did you get this?” Sylus demands. He’s breathy. There's a manic look in his eyes. He’s desperate. Running out of time. For all he knows, they could’ve already sold you off to the highest bidder.

Or worse.

The girl donning your coat says nothing. Too shell-shocked, her voice corked in her throat. He recognizes the look in her eyes all too quickly. Well acquainted with it, having seen it too often in his enemies before he extinguished them like a candle’s flame.

Gravity comes sinking back in. Sylus scans the space around, the fear in the dank space palpable.

He peers at the girl, at his hand fisted in the coat, disgusted with himself. They’ve already endured so much, and he’s only exacerbating their torment. Gently, he sets the girl down. After her feet return to the floor, something clanks on the wooden boards, and she scurries away. Sylus kneels to retrieve it, the telltale gleam of a crimson gem causing his muscles to tense.

The brooch.

Your brooch.

The tracker.

The fucking—

Fuck!

A tidal wave of grief crashes into him. He squeezes the pendant in his hand, its intricate carvings biting into his fingers. Anguish mars his features. He pinches his eyes shut, curling into himself. The girls cling to the lining of the truck, scared witless.

He tamps down an impulse to scream. Instead punches the wooden floor. Punches and punches until the skin of his knuckles split, and his fist is raw, bleeding red.

You wanted him to find them first. These girls who’d been snatched away from their families, their livelihoods. Sold to deplorable men to do revolting things. To suffer. To die.

To you, this was personal. Sylus fought against using you as bait to draw out the ringleader of this trafficking act. But you wore him down, citing that he owed you this moment of redemption. Why you sought him out all those years ago.

You fucking martyr.

The trailer grows silent. Sylus feels numb as he stands, chest heaving. His fist has already mended itself when he dismounts the truck in a daze, leaving the girls cowering in his wake.

Luke and Kieran, as if sensing their boss’s shock, call him back to the present in his earpiece.

“Boss?” cautions Luke, the radio silence alarming.

“I’ve found them,” Sylus states, his tone grim. Detached. Dejected.

“And the little boss?” Kieran queries, optimism breaking through the static.

Sylus’ silence serves as their answer.

There’s a pause before Luke cryptically disrupts it. “On the way, boss,” he promises before the line cuts dead.

Sylus stares at the ground. Dissociates, starting away from the truck before the sound of merriment catches his ears.

His attention’s drawn to a sizable ship on the opposite side of the pier. It cuts a sleek outline against the horizon, bordered by smaller passenger boats.

He narrows his eyes. Homes in on the ship, exhaling slowly. If he were an auctioneer, he would hold it somewhere in plain sight. Somewhere seemingly innocent that wouldn’t raise any suspicions. What better guise than a party?

Hope spumes through him. Adrenaline. You’re so crafty sometimes, it hurts. The brooch was merely a marker. You knew he’d assemble the pieces the moment you found the others and left your brooch where he could track it.

You could very well be aboard that ship, waiting to be sold off. Waiting to be returned to a life you fled from years ago. He could only hope he was right in his deduction.

Sylus sinks into the vantablack abyss of his Evol, setting course for the cruise ship at the pier's edge. He clings to the idea that you’re onboard, safe and sound, waiting to cuss him out for taking so long to find you.

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He needed a distraction.

There were too many innocents onboard. Or, so they seemed. He couldn’t glean the difference when he landed on the deck. He had a one-track mind.

A few partygoers eyed him suspiciously. Perhaps he didn’t blend in with his wind-swept hair, harrowed features, and suit stained dark with blood.

Regardless of their intrigued looks, he wended through the crowd. Scanned the scenery, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Anything to signal nefarious dealings taking place aboard the cruise ship. Anything that could lead him to you.

He’d heard whisperings as he descended to the mid-levels of the ship. Hushed tones speaking of meetings for the elite taking place on the lower decks.

He clung to the bits of information he extracted. Pieced them together. Found his way to the kitchen. The staff was clueless to his presence—or they ignored him, too busy whipping up meals for the ship’s guests.

Sylus grabbed who he assumed was the sous chef by the collar. Pinned him with a stare that promised pain if he wasn’t compliant.

The man cowered in his hold. The remaining cooks caught wind of it, shrinking away from Sylus’ imposing, blood-speckled figure. From the malevolence pouring in waves off his skin.

“There’s a fire in the galley,” Sylus stated between the man’s eyes. The sous chef looked at him with pinched brows. Confusion showed through his fear, as nothing was amiss.

Sylus would soon change that.

“I would advise you to start clearing out your staff. Now.” He punctuated his sentence with a growl, tossing the chef back a few paces until he stumbled into his coworkers.

They weren’t moving quick enough for Sylus, so he set his plan in motion. Turned a few knobs with a flicker of his Evol, a fire sparking on the stove. It erupted into something more menacing, the flames licking the ceiling, triggering the sprinkler system.

The kitchen staff finally sprung into action. Hurriedly poured out of the room as the shrill cry of the fire alarm pervaded the air.

With his hair matted to his face and his mouth drawn into a rigid line, Sylus moved further through the kitchen. Descended to the lower floors as people rushed past him, all seeking refuge from the fire.

At least this way, he could wheedle out the scum who’d taken you while sparing the innocent a horrible fate.

[seat-safety-switch]

A lot of people at Home Depot are getting froggy at my comparison of them to the Third Reich. This is, of course, a media fabrication. The Nazis had easy access to working tools, and lumber that was straight. What I actually called them was “a group of useless, tin-hat fascists that can’t even stock a fucking lightswitch.”

Back when I was a kid, small hardware stores were all over the place. You could get on your bicycle and ride over to the local lumber shop, and a weird old guy would tell you what stuff to buy, occasionally implying that he was your real father. Then you’d ride home, and finish your project, happy in the knowledge that at least you could control the construction of a potato cannon or low-dimensional-stability, non-permitted birdhouse.

At some point, buoyed by the renovation-crazy era of reality television, the big hardware giants started rolling in. They’d buy out or crush all of these little hardware stores. Why would you go to two of them, they’d ask, when you can get all your stuff here, in one trip, for cheaper? This would be a great thing indeed, if I didn’t have to go to three different big-box hardware stores in order to satisfy literally any weekend project shopping list.

At least with Abnormal Ed’s House of an Unusual Amount of Paracord, you’d know what you were getting into, and if you shopped at his place a lot, he’d probably start stocking the stuff you need. With Home Depot, you’re not even a blip on their immense Excel spreadsheet of Raw Data Pure Data Good Data. With an international reach, your insane hyper-local desires (limited to your house) average out to nothing against the demands of everyone else. There’s no way you can potentially influence them to start offering something unprofitable like, say, white spray paint, or hammers that aren’t made of tinfoil, without taking hostages.

What can we do about this? Other than building a time machine and going back to save small hardware stores – which would probably require buying some parts at Home Depot, which means we’d be wasting a beautiful Saturday afternoon driving all over the city just to pick up red and black wire – the only thing we can do is convince them that an even larger, angrier, hardware store is coming to kill them.

I got the idea when I had a bunch of sparrows flying into my kitchen window. You cut out some silhouettes of bigger birds and just paste them on there. They think a bunch of giant crows are hiding behind the window, and steer clear. It took a lot of time to construct an entire elaborate replica of a hardware store megaconsortium in the empty parking lot next to the Home Depot headquarters, and it was very hard to paint the Chinese ideographs for “HILARIOUS FUN DOESN’T STOCK UNPROFITABLE ITEMS RENOVATION DEPOT” while holding on to the 60th storey of a Potemkin building made entirely out of old cardboard boxes, but I managed to pull it off. You could hear the lifetime middle managers shrieking in fear of their new competitors from blocks away, and by the time I got home, the local Home Depot had finally decided to stock both light fixtures and light bulbs.

[therrerium-valkryonia]

Can you do a story where a heavily pregnant woman with twins experiencing an orgasmic birth with a lot of squirting going on. Her husband finds it hot and begin to jerk off to her silently and cumming in his pants 🥵

I can try, hopefully it meets your expectations.

Ecstacy Waves

Tw: 18+ only, no minors allowed here.

It was an early morning, cozy and silent with husband and wife slept together in their bed meanwhile Joanne is rudely awoken by pain, she began to moan quietly and began to rub then slowly reach to under her panties.

Her mind ran to pleasure, she rubbed into it pushing in two fingers and softly thrusts up through her canal as she gently caresses in, massaging up while she gasps softly.

Rushing in waves of sensation and pleasure, slowly massaging her tightening womb with each tightening contraction ever making her more ingested in the senses, she moan soft.

Slowly excreting in fluid and semen, all for a taste of her bodily sensitivity and to hasten herself into an ecstatic state, the pressures wavered and rose as her chest expands with each deep gasp of air and each release.

As the moment goes on, her fingers pushing deeper and harder with her reaching a peak pure of ecstacy, an enourmous splash spilled between her thighs with viscous warmth.

Once the baby drops, she taps her husband "Honey, I t- oouhh Yep my waters broken" as then his lifts his head and immediately walks over to the mat and grabs the neccesities.

Supporting up her back, she stands up and waddles her way out into the living room as signals of ecstacy rush to her canal, a tight pressure makes her sensitive body tremble.

As she leans her back onto a wall her breath slow and lustful, massaging her round bump trying to hasten the babies to her will and to pleasure herself as the pierce through her.

She arches her back, her chin onto her chest while moaning as she spreads her legs with lowering rushes of weight closing in, a deep intimate pulse of intense lust washed in.

Lowering her grasp on her belly, she waddles onward to the middle of the room as he walks into the room and lays down a mat onto the floor as she lies into a laid down position.

Slanted and her arms behind her back, she sways her hair as she spreads her legs and begins to groan with harmonius pleasure a contraction wrapped around her and a low grunting slipped her lips.

Her babies we're huge and she was too, a hanging belly and swollen leaking breasts although she enjoyed the sensitivity it had brought for her body, so she savored it.

As she grunted in pleasure, her husband checked her dilation and immediately an abnormal wet hairy bulge expanded her.

He stepped back and watched, she let an enormous moan out and bore down hard, watching in full consumed intimacy a hit instictually made him hard, he reached in.

Holding his shaft as she pushed down in pleasure, exclaming "Oh~ I f- Aahh!~ Ouh" rubbing it down and breathing rough.

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Fifteen or so minutes later, she's crowing pulsating and spilling in fluids with rising pleasured moans, "Ooouuhhh~ Hhhaaa- Glooriousss! It's sooo gooooddd!" As the husband begins roughing up himself.

The head spills out, she bursts in fluids & creamy semen which puddled inbetween, roughing up his shaft & breaths rapid fully intoxicated with conflicting feelings.

As the baby twists and stretches it's head, huffing out in pain and moaning in glorious ecstacy, her head pulled back whilst both shoulders slowly stretch through.

"Auhhh!~ Mnnffhh~ Auuhh it's too much!" pleasure rushed but began to tire her out, shoulder after shoulder and as the chest bursted out and the baby slid out of her.

Exshausted she had a rest, the hormones remained but she couldn't gasp in air nor properly breath, so laid onto her back and pressed both hands into her belly.

Began to squeeze down the baby, the man quietly jerked and moaned as he released creamy fluids all over his crotch, she began moaning again but with struggle.

"Ou- Ahh~ Ha- aahhh! Oh, it's soo BIG!" the second baby was slowly traversing through, whilst he finally noticed her struggling.

He helped out with one hand, carefully he placed it onto her belly and shifted his full strength and weight onto her belly, she had begun to jerk and groan "OoohhHhhh!~ it's BARELY fitting! Uooohhh!" .

She began spewing fluids and semen, the crowning began to process and moved on quickly to a huge spurt of the head, then a panicked wife blabbered "Ow! Somethi- Ah! Hoo- Uwooohhhh~ wrong!".

He jerked and spewed his seed, then slowly sneaking over and saw the shoulder would barely budge, so he helped with one hand, a gentle tug of the head and the arms flew out.

"AAAAAAHHHH!~ Oh, it's bu- ouuhhh~ but I- feel so GLORIOUS! Ouuaaaaahhhhh!~" as the abdomen slipped out and the baby shot onto the father's lap, as the wife exshautedly was trembling and wriggling as the pain came in.

"OUH! SHIT IT'S BURNING, A- CALL THE AMBULANCE OH, F- AAAHHHHHHH!!" a panicked husband grabs his phone, calling whilst he hoped for her safety.

"911 what's your emergency?" he responds "Yeah, my wife just finished a hombirth but somethings wrong, apparently she's feeling burning pain after the labor, please Hurry!"

"Is she bleeding sir?" He turns to see blood pooling from her "Yes! She is! JUST HURRY!"

"Alright sir? Adress and they'll be there in time" responding fast "xx-xxx-xxx xxxx- xxx xxxxx, Please hurry!" as the caller says "They'll be in under 8 minutes! Hold on!".

The ambulance comes and saves the day.

(I'm not that dark, not yet anyways & sorry for being late things have been very busy! Thanks for your patience and thank you so much!)

[sweetbillwriting]

In The Dead of Night

ONE

Description: Delilah is on sick leave from her job and doesn't have much to do in the days. Her life has always been safe and a bit boring but everything changes when she falls in love with her best friend's dead brother.

Characters: AU Eric, played by Bill Skarsgård, from The Crow (2024)

Setting: This story is set in A WHOLE OTHER WORLD than the movie. Shelley isn't a part of this story. Eric will be different from the movie, especially because I haven't seen the movie.

Warnings: 18+. I've stopped writing out specific warnings. All of my stories are 18+, have heavy themes and are NSFW.

Notes: This is really just inspired by Bill Skarsgård's looks and the atmosphere of The Crow, nothing else.

You can find the prologue here

Green eyes. 

Green, big eyes looked at me intensely but more than that I couldn't see. It was like everything around was eaten up by complete darkness but the eyes were its own source of light. It didn't look like they floated around like two planets tossed out in space, no, it was obvious they were attached to a face, but a face I couldn't see. I tried to reach my hands out to touch the face, the shoulders, touch something belonging to the person with the intense green eyes but I didn't succeed. It was me who was the one who was bodiless, or at least I didn't have any contact with my body. Was I paralyzed? How could I know? 

Maybe I was no substance anymore, maybe I was just the air in front of the person with the green eyes. 

Eric. Even if I had just seen his eyes one time in a photo I knew it was his eyes in front of me. The big, sad eyes. In that moment he looked at me with searching eyes, like he wondered who I was or how I was feeling. Nothing with his eyes were hostile. I felt seen. Seen for real, in that way you probably just get to be seen a few times in your life. 

××× 

I stretched out in bed after waking up slowly and pleased, like you do when you've got the sleep hours you need and didn't have anything that rushed you to leave your bed's warm sheets. I didn't even have Odin to think about because he was living with his dad that week so I could stretch a bit more. 

I left my bed when I felt hunger growing deep in my belly. I rose up from bed with a smile and on my way to the bathroom I started to hum an old kids song I hadn't thought about for years, it wasn't until I saw myself in the bathroom mirror I realized how abnormal my behavior was. I wasn't a cheery person and I was definitely not the person singing for myself. 

My cheeks glowed of redness and my eyes were shiny. It looked like I've been out running in cold, crisp weather. I looked healthy. I wouldn't say I had looked unhealthy before, just a bit tired and paler than others because I rather stayed inside in front of a series than walk out in the warm weather, but now I looked like such a person that did pilates in the morning. I smiled for myself but it wasn't until later when my tongue met the bitter taste of coffee I understood why. 

Green eyes. 

I remembered my dream I had and felt his eyes crawl into my chest and built a nest in one of the ventricles. My blood turned warm and shot out in my body and made my cheeks heat and even more flushed. It was embarrassing. It was really painful, sadly, embarrassing. 

I had seen one picture of him and now I dreamt about his eyes like they were two pools made of love and happiness. 

It was five days ago I was at Lotti's and saw the big photo of him together with my best friend Robin, his brother. Robin was always well groomed, clean and bright in a Instagram friendly way, his brother looked like the complete opposite. Tall, dark and scribbled with tattoos that looked washed out on his pale skin but he was beautiful. Robin was attractive but he didn't have that thing Eric had. As I said, I saw one picture of him but it was obvious his beauty was mysterious and dark, like a night sky in December. Robin was more like a morning sky in May. 

I had thought about Eric a lot since that day. I had stood next to Lotti and looked at the portrait in silence and didn't dare to ask anything. It felt like a religious moment when we stood there, like we had a wake for him and I didn't want to disturb her in her grieve by asking about his age or occupation. I was also a bit afraid I would say something that would confuse her. I had no idea how her brain worked after her stroke. She maybe would get violent if I asked about his death.

I left when a nurse came and said Robin was waiting for me but I took a last look at Eric's sad eyes and then turned my eyes at Lotti with a small smile: 

“Is it okay if I come to get the dress another day? I really, really like it but I have some things to do now so it would be better if I could pick it up next week?” 

Lotti nodded a little and then took my hand in hers: 

“Of course, Delilah. Maybe we can take a cup of tea then and I can tell you a bit about Eric? It would be so nice to talk about my boy.” 

It wasn't my plan that she would invite me to talk about Eric. I wanted to know more but my plan were just to be able to visit her again and ask some simple question. I didn't need to know much, just a few things I just wanted to know out of pure curiosity, he was dead after all so there wasn't much to say about him today. 

It felt strange Robin hadn't told me about him but I also knew how sensitive he was. If you got him to cry it took ages for him to stop. He had opened the faucet and they wouldn't close until he had cried out everything he had inside of him. He probably hadn't told me because of the wounds it had created in him and how talking about it would feel like putting needles in an open wound. 

That was why I didn't tell him that I went to his mom two days later. He didn't need to know we would talk about his brother's death. 

××× 

I rarely dressed up. It didn't really feel like there was a point doing so when I didn't have so much to do and the last two weeks it had been so hot I would have been most comfortable just walking around in a big shirt and panties. To meet Lotti again felt like a moment to pull on a dress tho and I chose one with care. I wanted to show her that her dress would get a good new home but also that I was a good, reliable friend to Robin and someone also she could trust. I thought about bringing something with me that we could have to the tea but the time disappeared, I couldn't say where but it probably had something to do with the green eyes staring at me from the inside of my chest. 

I hoped it would be okay the time I had picked to go to her. It was a Wednesday, 10 am. It felt like a good time to come, she would probably have lunch by 12. I went into the entrance with the colorful birds also that day but had time to see more than that this time. It was a desk to the left when I got in, a simple wooden desk that didn't seem to be used so much because it looked empty. Behind it was a door to a smaller room. I could see a glimpse of a dask with a laptop. 

From the corridor from my left came a younger nurse in her blue scrubs and smiled at me questioning. 

“Hi, I'm here to see Lotti… Ehm, I'm a friend to her son?” 

The nurse stopped some steps from me and nodded a little. 

“I think you met Fiona yesterday… I will find her to see if she can let you in, we just want to know who's visiting,” she said carefully and looked out one of the windows at the yard, probably looking after Fiona. 

“Oh, sure, of course,” I answered and played with the voluminous skirt of my white polka dotted dress. 

The young nurse left and a few minutes later Fiona came back. She wore a smile then she looked at my ID and wrote me on a visitor list. 

“The morning have been a little rocky so you know… She didn't recognize the nurse who came into her this morning.” 

I nodded a little and looked around nervously but still followed the nurse to Lotti's room. I was more or less preparing myself for her to have forgotten me. 

“There is no real pattern in her memory, it can even feel like she remember new people better than us others,” said Fiona before knocking on Fiona's door. I didn't have time to answer before Lotti's round face peaked out from the door. She smiled brightly and gave my dress a big eyed look. 

“That's an amazing dress, Delilah!” 

The nurse gave me a pointed smile then she left me to Lotti. I smiled surprised at her and followed her into her apartment. 

“Thank you, you can call me Della, that's what everyone calls me.” 

××× 

“Della, Della, my Della…” sang Lotti sweetly while she looked through a big bag with her old clothes. I stood in her bathroom with the door a jar trying a skirt with big roses. I smiled a little for myself. I had a good relationship with my mom and would never complain on her but Lotti had a much more typical motherly way and made me feel like a child again. 

“I think the coffee is done now,” she said and I heard her light feet walk to the kitchen. I let my own dress and the clothes I've tried from Lotti hang in the bathroom and went to her little kitchen. She was on her way to pouring coffee in two green, ceramic mugs and I sat down by the table, still with her rose skirt on and a white blouse. I felt blessed being able to look through Lotti’s colorful 80’s clothes but I felt even more blessed that I would hear the story about her son. Her son, who had passed away at a young age. Eric. To my surprise and worry, Lotti left the kitchen after putting down the mugs on the table but came back with two photo albums in her arms. I felt my heart crawl up my chest to my throat and I took a sip of my coffee to try to cure the burn that had spread throughout my air ways. I gave the picture by the bed a fast look. I would know his story now and silently in my head I asked for his forgiveness. If he was alive it would be his story to tell, now his mother chose to share it with me, just like that. 

“Are you Robin's girlfriend?” Lotti suddenly asked while putting down the albums on the table. “I can get his albums too if you want to see? This is just Eric's but there is pictures of Robin in them too of course.” 

“No, I'm not Robin’s girlfriend… We aren't really ‘each other's type’,” I said, without going into the subject too much. Lotti nodded a little and looked at me with an examining look. Maybe she felt I should be interested by Robin's albums anyway but I weren't if I was honest. I wouldn't have been interested in anyone's childhood pictures in normal case but Eric… I looked at his photo again. It was hard to understand and even harder to explain. 

“They're so different from each other your son's… It's sweet,” I said with a little smiling, watching Lotti drag her fingers over the album, she continued to do that for a moment and I started to wonder if I already said something hurting. 

“Eric… Eric came to us when he was two years old. We had some problems getting more children and we wanted to do something good and opened our home for a foster child… We never thought we would start to love the boy like he was as much our own as Robin.” 

Lotti have me a sad little smile then she opened up the light green album so I could see little Eric in a woman's lap. He looked like any other baby but his eyes were bigger and looked into my soul just like he did on the other picture, just like he did in my dream. The woman were Lotti, in her thirties. 

“And you named him after your husband,” I said with a nod, like it was obvious. 

“No, no. It was just coincidence they had the same name but it was sweet, he didn't share our last name but he could share his first name with the man he would call ‘dad’.” 

Lotti's eyes got shiny but she smiled big. It was sweet, that Eric could be a part of the family, even by name. I felt my own eyes get shiny and Lotti took my hand in hers.

“I've talked with some of the nurses about him and they all got so uncomfortable but it feels like you understand. Eric was so special…” The tears run down her cheeks but she continued to smile. Bot of us looked at the portrait again then down at young Eric. We looked at every picture. Big, sad eyes looked back at us, even if his smile was bright. In his pre teens you started to see him change, his hair became black, a simple silver ring in his ear. The older he got the darker his appearance became and the green hypnotic eyes became framed with blackness. 

“Was this just a style for him, or was it something more?” I pointed to a picture of him sitting in the grass, looking away with squinting eyes and a spider web tattoo behind his ear. He was probably just eighteen or something but looked sad like a man meeting years of struggle. 

“Eric… We did everything for him. He was liked by everyone he met even if he looked the way he did but…” Lotti sighed and looked down at her hands. She still had on her wedding ring even if she was a widow. 

“We really thought we could change his faith… But his inheritance was rooted in his, much deeper than we thought and the depressive tendencies sneaked up on him even before his teens. He probably searched for the darkness because it was a place he fitted in… And then came the drugs… The same problems his biological parents had, that had made us be blessed with his presence…” Both she and I cried now and hugged each other's hand like we've known each other for ages. 

Drugs. As soon as she said the word it was also more or less obvious that was his murderer. I had never even met a person taking any serious drugs and I felt mixed feelings about Eric's problems. In some way I couldn't believe her, because the man looking at me from the picture over the bed looked healthy and strong but I could also see that intense sadness in his eyes.

“Was it the drugs that..?” I asked carefully  and dragged my thumb over the back of her hand. She just nodded and dried her tears with her other hand. 

“An overdose. We don't know if it was on purpose or not.” 

Both of us sat quiet, holding each other's hand. I could feel Eric's eyes on me and I think Lotti could too because she looked up at the framed picture with a smile then she browsed the pages of the album to the last pages. Their was newer pictures of Eric. A grown man, heavily tattooed but with the same eyes. It was more or less professional pictures of him, sweet pictures of him dressed in Adidas joggers and a loose tank top in a couch. He looked boyishly handsome even with the tattoos crawling all the way up to his face and down to his fingertips. I couldn't even count the tattoos in his face, so full of them was his skin. I thought to myself that he probably did them for the adrenaline rush, something to give his sad heart a kick but then I saw the picture of him smiling big. He had a deep dimple in his flawless cheek and straight white teeth. He looked happy, even if his eyes had a hint of something dark.

“It was his girlfriend who took the pictures and I'm really glad for that today. They were just taken some months before he died and she sent them to me.” 

I looked at the smiling picture again. He was in love. That's why his eyes had changed.

As a hairdresser I couldn't stop myself from furrowing my brows while watching his hair. He had a short mullet, something he didn't have on the picture by Lotti's bed. His hair in these pictures was cut in different layers and angles and I couldn't decide if it was made by an experimental hairdresser or a wild amateur. It didn't look so bad for being a mullet but it still was a mullet. 

Lotti giggled a little amused when she browsed to the next page and I understood why. Their was four pictures in the same style as the ones before but with another sort of Eric. 

“I thought it was odd she sent these to his mother but never would I put pictures of Eric away.” 

My cheeks heated when I watched the pictures of Eric in bed. He laid in just a pair of silky boxer shorts so you could see all his tattoos, both the good ones and the horrible ones. You could also see his incredible body. I never thought he would look like that. Everywhere it was lean muscles and defined lines. His abs were taken from a underwear model, his shoulders from a swimmer. I could feel Lotti's eyes on me and knew what kind of look she gave me. He maybe wasn't alive but he could still make every woman blush. I cleared my throat but continued to look at Eric, his body but also his beautiful face. 

“He must have been a heartbreaker…” I joked and put my hands on my glowing cheeks. 

“Oh no. No. Not my Eric,” said Lotti. “He was a shy boy. He probably knew he was handsome but he was still shy and didn't talk just to talk. Such a sweet, humble boy.” 

I looked at her with a warm smile. It was a sweet thought, especially because his brother wasn't at all like that. Robin liked attention and talked most often loudly over others. 

Lotti give me a smile and stood up. 

“I'm just going to the bathroom, you can continue to look in the albums,” she said and then walked to the bathroom. 

I continue to look through the albums. Cute baby Eric, him as a bit older doing martial arts, his style changes to goth but then changed more to an eclectic style. His green big eyes, the tattoos, the abs. He was magnetic in all shapes and I grieved in silence his death. If Lotti was right he was a great, sweet, shy guy that looked like that. If it wasn't for the drugs he seemed to be so wonderful. I was rarely impressed by men but this one… Why was he dead? 

“Excuse me?” Said Lotti behind me and I turned around. “Who are you?” She said suspiciously and pressed the emergency button so staff would come to her room. I heard my heart in my ears. It felt like I had done something wrong even if I hadn't. I had been invited in, she just couldn't remember that. 

“I'm Della, Robin's friend?” I tried and stood up. Lotti looked at me up and down. She didn't look scared, probably because I was just an ordinary young woman. It was nothing weird with me, I would even say I looked sweet and kind. 

“Robin's girlfriend?” She asked and smiled unsurely. 

“No, just friend.” 

Just when Lotti smiled and was on her way to answer, Fiona came in. 

“Lotti, are you okay?” Asked Fiona and patted her arm calmly. 

“Yes… Yes… When did you let the girl in?” 

“That was earlier, maybe you need to rest a little?” Asked Fiona and steered her towards the bed. She gave me a resurging smile and said lowly that Lotti needed to sleep a little. That was my sign I should go. I felt awful, even if her memory failed her often and I changed to my own dress. I left her dresses because it felt wrong taking them when she didn't feel well. I gave Lotti and Fiona a finale look and when I saw that they were busy I did the unforgivingly thing. I couldn't take the dresses but I stole three of the pictures of Eric. I took them out from the album and held them against my heart when I sneaked out from the entrance door. 

××× 

In the dead of night I walked. It was much darker than it usually was in May and at first I couldn't tell where I was. The anxious feeling of being stalked I've felt since my teens crept up on me and I walked faster, more determinedly even if I didn't know where I was going. Odin was attached to my hand with the leash, much longer than it usually was but I didn't feel that uncomfortable feeling in my hand when he pulled, but he did pull. He pulled so hard I could hear his strangled breath but he continued to try to run like he was in a hurry somewhere. 

I finally recognized the place I was in. It was in the park lying close to my childhood home but completely dark, otherwise it was lit up with light poles. I looked around at the familiar but also unfamiliar place. It was like experiencing it all again. The jungle gym, the slide, the silly lady bugs to ride and the swings. 

A tall dark silhouette sat on one of the swings with its feet dug into the sand. They swayed on the swing back and forth slowly and it gave it even more a spooky feel. I wanted to go back, go to my parents house but Odin had other plans and pulled so hard in the leach I dropped him. 

“Odin!” I shouted after him when he ran towards the silhouette. I felt my heart beat in panic, catastrophic thinking about losing him completely took over my head. Odin barked happily and ran up to the silhouette that stood up and bent down on its knees to greet the dog. It was obvious now it was just a tall man, a tall man with broad shoulders and his hood pulled up over his head. Odin greeted him like he was an old friend, in so much joy he didn't seem to know what to do with himself but the man took the leach in his hand and with just a light movement with it he got Odin to lay down in the sand and look up at him while he himself stood up on long legs. I walked carefully towards the man and got a stronger and stronger feeling I knew who it was. He was taller than I had understood and it was intimidating to walk up to him. He pulled down the hood of his dark hoodie and revealed his striking feature and the dark mullet. Suddenly one of the light poles by us was turned on and a warm, but dimmed light spread out over the park. It lit up his face and made me see plump lips and facial tattoos but also his most distinctive facial feature. The big green eyes. 

I walked up to him with a beating heart and felt the anxiousness and fear transform to overwhelming happiness to see him. I never thought I would see him but there he now stood in front of me, healthy and handsome. When I had come up to him I didn't know what to do and even Odin seemed to react to my awkward behavior where I stood looking at Eric like I had never seen a man over 6 '0. 

“I believed you wanted to see me,” he said with a shoulder shrug and a shy smile. He looked sweet when he lowered his eyes in a timid way but with a contagious, dimpled smile. 

Suddenly it felt like I was on a first date with a guy I already was madly in love with. Like when I was fifteen and met in secrecy one of my older sister's classmates to make out in the play house by the daycare. 

“Of course I wanted to, Eric,” I said with an embarrassed giggle and he looked up at me with those mazmirazing eyes. I giggled again just by meeting his eyes. 

He smiled and reached out Odin's leach towards me.

“Do you want to take a walk?”

 I looked down at Odin who just looked at Eric without acknowledging me. I gave him a smirk then I looked at Eric again. He was dressed in the black Adidas joggers he had in the photos with a black hoodie.

“I would love to take a walk but I think you can keep the leach…” I nodded down to Odin and Eric looked down too on the dog worshiping him by his feet. Eric made a low chuckle that warmed my chest and made me giggle. 

“I can keep it…” 

He looked at me with an embarrassed smile and big, boyish eyes. 

He may be a dead man but he made me feel more alive than any other man had. 

× 

[dazeddoodles]

Okay we need something a bit more light hearted. This is who i think the hags heard in there teenage years.

Eda always said she was into metallica and Ronnie James Dio, ACDC but everyone who knew her knew she loved listening to Celine Dion and elton jhon when no one was watching.

Something similar happened to raine that they swore they only lisent to classical music, but everyone knew they had a big BIG Britney Spears phase.

Lillith swore she was only into alternative music, nirvana, Bowie, the classics. But she also had a big NSYNC craze (she genuinely found the songs to be abnormally catchy, she hates to admit it but even to this date she remembers the choreography of bye bye bye to a teeth)

Camila is the only one who wore her colors on her sleeves, That woman ate, lived, and breathed Madona in high school, with the occasional Selena throw in for variety.

Darius was also really into Britney spears just like raine, also with a fair doses of Michael Jackson, but they had a secret like for green day.

Alador never had a particular taste for anything it was pretty much whatever it was on, but he did like counting crows, mainly for mr. Jones.

[nicoforlifetrue]

I need to get the gangs designs out of my head like, right now so here we go! Au characters first then cannon guys spoilers below

Anyone the color crew considers a friend gets a matching jacket that green made with something representing them embroidered onto the old jackets, chosen has one and has it tied around his waist most of the time, everyone else wears it near 24/7

Victim: gray dead anime mom hair, scene kid from Spencer's in the 12s looking clothes, long sleeves striped under shirt with a t shirt on top, ripped up skinny jeans, has broken shackles around his wrists that act like the lasso tool but he doesn't use very often, a fire fox icon often sleeping on his shoulders he has three that act as attack dogs, soft rainy day blue eyes that are normally kept in that same dead anime mom half lidded state, he looks calm and approachable and loving after all that's how he gets you.

Chosen: black hair to his shoulders that he keeps in a bun, dyes red streaks into it, combat jacket three sizes too big, ripped up t shirt and jeans he never bothers to fix, wears a face mask when hiding his identity because his mouth is abnormally long and it freaks people out, has a locket with a family picture in it (it's a picture of Alan's face and cupped hands, the hollows are in his hands waving at the camera, Alan took his picture made it the computer background then took a screenshot of the boys, it was Alan's phone screen lock picture) everything he owns is burned at the hems because of his anger issues triggering his powers. Eyes glow red and are set into a permanent scowl, he has worry lines.

Dark: wild red hair he's never brushed in his life, he dyes black streaks in it, has one of those slutty leotard things that show the hips? You know what I mean, and combat pants, he has five virabands one of each limb, he made the first one just to give chosen a challenge but after seconds powers awakened he made more for when the kid has nightmares and needs to be held down so he doesn't hurt himself or anyone else with his powers going haywire, it only really works because the powers not concentrated, also has a locket with the family picture, he says it's for chosens sake but he stays up at night sometimes staring at it. Has black eyes but his pupils glow such a bright red their mistaken for red, all the hollows have sharp teeth but darks are especially sharp and he keeps them in a lazy grin, he has pronounced crows feet.

Second: orange wavy hair in a low short pony with it down it only reach's his shoulders, basic orange hoodie and well he does have his own clothes he more often then not is wearing some eclectic mess of stolen goods from his brothers, he likes Vic's shirts and darks pants the most and will try to get away with chosens jacket at any given opportunity, chosen trades his hair bands to get it back. Eyes glow a radioactive green, his lip is always busted from him chewing it, as are his cuticles from picking at them, is always a little wide eyed and sad looking even if he's over joyed just because his face has kind of settled like that, real case of "resting depression face"

Cannons turn!

Cannon second! Same hair as au, wearing the groups jacket and has is closed most of the time because he gets cold easy but takes it off to sleep, wears paint pants and shirt near always and there always covered in new color splash each day, convinced chosen to perce his ears and has a industrial one that he puts a spare pencil tool in after the box episode so he's never really disarmed, the other side has a little curser on a chain because he felt bad that Alan couldn't get a jacket. His eyes are still nuke green but they don't glow and his hands have calusus but he doesn't pick them like au infact he has them painted, heavy eye bags because he actually has to get up in the morning when the crew decides to have late night party's.

Red: fluffy red mop that he just cuts when ever it gets into his eyes, has the fellow headband to keep it off his scalp when exercising, cat ears, no really he has actual working cat ears and not normal ones, his jacket is hanging on for dear life and Is always at least a little off his shoulders even keeps it on when he sleeps, gym clothes even in the snow, bandages and gaze patches everywhere, his jacket hides the fact that he's fucking ripped because after the "blue punching obsidian" incident he got competitive and started working harder, he's up to diamond now. Eyes are whiskey colored have slits like a cats and he's sensitive to air changes just like cats are.

Blue: ties the group jacket like a cardigan around their neck when working in their garden or making potions so it doesn't get ruined, overalls are a farmers best friend, has the longest hair out of everyone reaching his knees, ties it into a bun for fights, braids it for potion making and sleep, and puts it in a ponytail the rest of the time, keeps it down when they plan on just hanging out with the guys. Has excessive nerve damage from the lava and can't feel if they've been cut or injured below their chest. Eyes are a very rich mahogany that gained purple flecks after a while of messing with potions, red asked Herobrine about it and it turns out to just be his body gaining immunity to most of the bad side affects potion making gives you (turns out his neather wart addiction is actually fairly common among potion makers because it helps build and keep those immunities which are important when experimenting)

Yellow: blond typical trans boy hair cut, meaning under shave with a quiff, has the jackets sleeves perpetually shrugged up his arms, only closes it when working on a more advanced machine, under shirt is stained red and he doesn't own a single pair of clean cargo jeans all of them have at least one mend in them. The bridge of his nose is stained red from rubbing there when he had redstone on his fingers, his fingers themselves are also permanently red, where's glasses near identical to Alan's, his eyes are a washed out pinkish rose, almost gray.

Green: for the longest time had an an uncontrolled frizzy mess of hair I'm talking untamable never seen coconut oil 3c, but after they sticks where introduced to dj, he managed to wrangle them into locks, DJ helps him braid them best he can if he ever wants to clean up but it's either dreads or spending hours everyday calming them. Only one who wares the crew jacket like a normal person, also the only one with a normal clean and sensible wardrobe in general, likes skirts but considering it's a bitch to fight in them only wears them when going out and knowing the others won't start a group bonding brawl, always has both head phones and earbuds on his person and is the only one too keep his phone intact and not broken. Eyes are hazel mixing green and gold with flecks of blue around the center, has audio processing issues and it helps him understand people if there's a background noise of some sort also fights better with a beat. Also has really bad tinnitus and always has, it's been made worse by recent fights though.

Purple: curly hair more of a 3b or 3a, keeps it in a single braid so it's easier to keep track of and care for, mango helps them with it in the mornings, the most recent one to get a jacket after the king stuff went down. Likes fancy and just nicer clothes like button ups and poets shirts and leggings, has bird wings because there mother was made for a stick flight animation test, but there weak and they can't fly like there mom can, they can hover and glide but they need an elytra to act as basically a sort of brace if they want to propel them selves, and even then they can't get to high speeds without rockets. Has orangy red autumn colored eyes like there mother.

[tackypies]

hard mode pointers

-use floors 1-2 as a chance to build up ego resources. do not use your egos unless you absolutely have to

-you need tanky units. base meursault is an excellent one with a good debuff ego. you WILL get hit. there are clashes you will not be able to win. this will happen more and more frequently as you go up in floors

-egos that saved my ass, with base egos in bold: anything that healed, ledgermain, chains of others, crow's eye view

-any ego gift that offers you ego resources is a priority imo. any ego gift that heals you is a godsend.

-on later floors, the enemies' buffs are insane. debuff, debuff, debuff. if you know a big attack is coming on slot 2, for example, debuff that slot w/ paralyze or plus coin down or whatever before the big one comes up

-tied to the previous point, there are times when you can safely land an attack that debuffs, and you want to choose that over pure damage. trying to out-damage the enemies won't necessarily work here

-neutral is better than nothing. compare the number ranges. make calculated risks.

-an easy way to farm for ego resources and ego gifts is to go into the abnormality nodes. if you've got a strong team, it's very easy to dance around the abnos and to get the resources you need, AND there's a higher chance you'll get an extra ego gift

[notanothersongaboutlovebracket]

HIIIII!

Warning! This was a lot of work so sorry for any errors and I do know that many songs could be moved to other categories, but I tried to balance everything and that's why the list looks like that!

No pics yet, but here are songs that:

Automatically go into The Ultimate NOT Another Song About Love Bracket (44 songs):

100 Gecs - I got my tooth removed (aka Dental Work Song)

Ado - Usseewa (aka Shut Up Song)

Bill Wurtz - At The Corner Store (aka Corner Store Song)

Bryant Oden - The Duck Song (aka Prank Song)

Danny Gonzalez - Bag Tho (aka Youtubers Song)

Maxwell Anthony - Aromantic moodboard (aka Aromantic Song)

Joan Jett - Bad Reputation (aka Bad Reputation Song)

Paul McCartney - Band On The Run (aka Band Break-Up Song)

Cavetown - Boys will be bugs (aka Boyhood Song)

ERA - Ameno (aka Dog Latin Song)

The Academic - Not Your Summer (aka Summer Song)

Dropkick Murphys - Rose Tattoo (aka Tattoo Song)

Psychostick - We Ran out of CD Space (aka What if? Song)

The Eagles - Hotel California (aka American Culture Song)

Kero Kero Bonito - It's Bugsnax! (aka Bugsnax Song)

Saint Motel - Honest Feedback (aka Criticism Song)

Rolling Stones - Sympathy For The Devil (aka The Devil Song)

Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards - Gestapo (aka Fuck Donald Trump Song)

Owl City - Fireflies (aka Insomnia Song)

Bo Burnham - Welcome to the Internet (aka The Internet Song)

They Might Be Giants - Istanbul (Not Constantinople) (aka Istanbul Song)

Tom Cardy - Hey, I don't work here (aka Sudden Alien Invasion Song)

Lemon Demon - Spiral of Ants (aka Animal Metaphor Song)

Satellite High - The Bus Is Late (Waiting For The Bus In The Rain) (aka Late Bus song)

The Beatles - Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds (aka Lucy Song)

sidney gish - persephone (aka Mispronunciation Song)

Jorge Velosa - La cucharita (aka Spoon Song)

Jhariah - DEBT COLLECTOR (aka Problems Song)

jimmy dean - big bad john (aka Sacrifice Song)

Johnny Cash - Folsom Prison Blues (aka Regret Song)

The Narcissist Cookbook - Sugar In My Coffee (aka Food Metaphor Song)

Echosmith - Cool Kids (aka High School Song)

Car Seat Headrest - It's Only Sex (aka Asexuality Song)

Lemon Demon - Amnesia was her name (aka Amnesia Song)

The Doors - People Are Strange (aka Alienation Song)

Tally Hall - Banana Man (aka Food Song)

Jessica Law - This is Not a Place of Honour (aka Devastation song)

Mermaid Sisters - Galactic mermaid (aka Frustration song)

Pinnochiop - God-ish (aka Modern Culture Critic Song)

Owl City - Peppermint Winter (aka Christmas Song)

Green Day - Longview (aka Boredom Song)

Bastille - Daniel in the Den (aka Betrayal Song)

AsapScience - Periodic Table Song (... you get that one, I think)

Pete Seegar - Oh Freedom (aka Freedom Song)

Are part of Mental issues Song Bracket (8 from 75):

AJJ - Body Terror Song

AJR - Karma

Ashnikko - Panic Attacks in Paradise

awfultune - Redesign

Cg5 - Freak Out

Cg5 and The Living Tombstone - 4get

Chameleon Circuit - Nightmares

Creep-P - Exorcism

Danger Mouse, Daniele Luppe, Jack White - Two Against One

Eden Epinosa - Waiting in the Wings

Eve - Dramaturgy; Literary Nonsense; Tokyo Ghetto; How to Eat Life

Fin Argus - Ship in a bottle

Fish in a Birdcage - Fish in a birdcage

Florence + the machine - free; falling

Gabby Young and Other Animals - In Your Head

grandson - In Over My Head; Despicable; Identity

Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Guchiry - Abnormality Dancing Girl

inabakumori - Lagtrain

Jack stauber - Dinner is not over

Jamie Christopherson - Only Thing I Know for Real

Jhariah - Flight of the Crows

Jhariah, Luis Chavez - These 4 Walls

Junie & TheHutFriends - The Consequence Of Imagination Is Fear

Kero KERO boni - toId rather sleep

Lemon Demon - I’ve got some falling to do

MGK - 9 lives

Miracle Musical - Labyrinth

mitski - a burning hill

Neru - Lost One's Weeping

Pale Waves - Noises

Patrick Stump - Explode

Qbomb - Everything is fine

Raghd - Pressure

Rainbow Kitten Surprise - It's Called: Freefall

Red Vox - In the Garden

Shayfer James - Your Father's Son

sidney gish - sin triangle

Simple Plan - Welcome to my life

Sufjan Stevens - I Want to Be Well

syudou - Bitter Choco Decoration

The Arcadian Wild - Tell It Like It Is

The cast of Next to Normal - Wish I were here

the crane wives - hollow moon; nothing at all

The Eagles - Desperado

the mountain goats - up the wolves

The score - Strange

This Could Be On Broadway - Just My Luck

Toh Kay - With Any Sort of Certainty

TUYU - I'm getting on the bus to the other world, see ya!

wilbur soot - since I saw vienna

Will Wood - Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave; BlackBoxWarrior

will wood and the tapeworms - red moon

half alive - What's Wrong

Wowaka - Rolling Girl

The Weakerthans - Plea from a Cat Named Virtute

Cavetown - Home

Marina and the Diamonds - Are You Satisfied?

The Amazing Devil - The Old Witch Sleep and The Good Man Grace

the police - synchronicity ii

Eminem - Stan

Tears For Fears - Mad World

Gary Jules - Mad World

Jessica Darrow - Surface Pressure

Katherine Lynn-Rose - Price of Perfection; Top of my school

Kimya Dawson - Tree Hugger

Are part of War/History Song Bracket (2 from 24):

10000 Maniacs - Gun shy

Don Mclean - The Grave

Dropkick Murphys - Green Fields of France

Sting - The Russians

The Amazing Devil - Elsa's Song

The Cranberries - Zombie

The Mechanisms - Rose Red; Our Boy Jack; No Happy Ending

U2 - Sunday Bloody Sunday

Thirty Seconds to Mars - This is War

Nena - 99 Luftballons

My Chemical Romance - Mama

Bastille - Pompeii

pigwiththefaceofaboy - Complete History of the Soviet Union, Arranged to the Melody of Tetris

the buttress - brutus

Ghost and Pals - Aura

Weezer - The British Are Coming

The Buggles - Video Killed The Radio Star

Jayli Wolf - Child of the Government

Gordon Lightfoot - The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Paul Brady - Arthur McBride, or The Recruiting Seargent

Sabaton - The Attack of the Dead Men

Charming Disaster - Radium Girls

Are part of Revenge/Confrontation Song Bracket (4 from 36):

100 Gecs - Sympathy 4 The Grinch

Alice Francis - Shoot Him Down!

The Decemberists - Mariner's Revenge Song

Ryan Scott Oliver - Leave, Luanne

Aviators - Red Water Dreams

Bring Me The Horizon - medicine

Da games - Moving up in the world

Dalton Deschain & the Traveling Show - Devil's Night

Death Note the Musical - Playing His Game

Fish in a Birdcage - Four Aces

grandson - Bury Me Face Down

dead end paranormal park - My Frankenstein

I don’t know how but they found me - Choke

Jeremy Irons - Be Prepared

Jhariah - Whose Eye Is It Anyway???

Miles Luna and Benjamin Zecker - Better Than You

Naethan Apollo - You’re Not Welcome

Nightmare Time - Yellow Jacket

Olivia Olsen and Ashley Tisdale - Busted

Poor Man's Poison - Hell's Coming with Me

Queen - Death on Two Legs

Scene queen - The rapture (but it's pink)

steampianist - black hole

The Crane Wives - Take Me to War

the living tombstone, eliemonty - die in a fire

Vane Lilly - Perfectly Sweet

Warren Zevon - Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner

StarKid (Twisted Musical) - No One Remembers Achmed

Lord Huronthe - World Ender

Lestat the Musical - After All This Time

ponyphonic - the moon rises

Schell Games - I Expect You To Die

Set It Off - Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Martina McBride - Independence Day

Bruce Springsteen - Death to My Hometown

Gaelic Storm - The Night that I Punched Russel Crowe

Are part of Animal Song Mini Bracket (1 from 12):

DaniwellP - Nyanyanyanyanyanyanya!

Djjack - Pink Elephants on Parade

GWSNRecipe ~ For Simon

Hullabaloo - Mama Llama

Kila - Howls the wolf

Subwolfer - Give that wolf a banana

Nickel Creek - The Fox

Lemon Demon - Jaws

Thurl Ravenscroft - Everybody Wants to Be a Cat

Jonti Picking - Owls

Will Wood - Tomcat Disposables

mewithoutYou - The Fox, The Crow And The Cookie

Are part of Family Song Bracket (4 from 40):

ABBA - Slipping Through my Fingers

AJR - Dear Winter

Alex Benjamin - If We Have Each Other

The Crane Wives - Never Love an Anchor

Belle - Gales of Song

birds of tokyo - my darling, my son

Brotherhood of man - Save your kisses for me

Cat Stevens - Father and son

Clyde Rabatel (from No Straight Roads Soundtrack) - DK West Encounter 3

Conan Gray - Family Line

Daði freyr - Think about things

Evelyn Evelyn - Evelyn Evelyn

Gregory & The Hawk - Boats & Birds

Johnny Cash - Boy Named Sue

Kacey Musgraves - Mother

Kodaline - Brother

lucy dacus - my mother & I

Of monsters and men - King and Lionheart

Starkid - When the World’s at Stake; The Power in Me

Passion Pit - Take a Walk

Phineas and Ferb Cast - Us Against the Universe

Radical Face - Always Gold

Set It Off - Dad's Song

Stromae - Papaoutai

Tayc - Qui

beetlejuice the musical - dead mom

twenty øne piløts - My Blood

MGK - Last November

Jessie Shelton (36 Questions Musical) - Our Word

Sasha Alex Sloan - Older

Marina and the Diamonds - The Family Jewels

Mitski - Class of 2013

The Amazing Devil - Welly Boots

Laura Shigihara - Jump

The Mechanisms - Once and Future King

Vienna Teng - Grandmother Song

Sleeping at last - Heirloom

surfjan stevens - should have known better

Rammstein - Dalai Lama

Are part of Friendship Song Bracket (2 from 28):

ABBA - Chiquitita Ross Lynch - Can't Do it Without You

BB Bean - Two Best Friends

Bears in Trees - Little Cellist

Beetlebug - Overgrown Garden

Catherine Warwick - Bein' Friends

Cavetown - Lemon Boy

Conan Gray - Best Friend

concrete blonde - take me home

harumaki gohan - cobalt memories

Julie and the Phantoms cast - Flying Solo

Kimya Dawson - Loose Lips

Louie Zong and Brian David Gilbert - Breezy Slide

Madison Reyes, Jadah Marie - Main Thing

Peach Pit - Tommys Party

Radical Face - Summer Skeletons

Sea Wolf - Old Friend

Taylor Swift - seven

The Scary Jokes - Friends With You

Toby Fox - His Theme

Varsity - Krissy

Wicked - Defying Gravity

Laufey - Best friend

depeche mode - never let me down again

Ghost Mice - Free Pizza For Life

Taylor Swift and HAIM - No body, no crime

The Chicks - Goodbye Earl

Gang of Youths - Achilles, Come Down

Are part of Crime Song Bracket (2 from 28):

Anthony Warlow - Alive

Jhariah - Knives Are Dangerous, Kid, So Cut the Theatrics!

Creature feature - The art of poisoning

Crooked Still - Wind and Rain/Twa Sisters

Danny Gonzales - I'm gonna kill Santa Claus

Death Grips - Beware

Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks

Kanannon - The Riddle Solver Who Can't Solve Riddles

KuragePChururira - Chururira Daddadda

Lemon Demon - Sweet Bod

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody

Sodikken - people eater

steampianisti - feed

Teddy Hyde - Terry's Taxidermy

The Beatles - Maxwell’s Silver Hammer

The Cranberries - The icicle melts

The Garages - Firewalker with me

The Protomen - The Hounds

Tom Lehrer - Poisoning Pigeons in the Park

Warrant - Uncle Tom's Cabin

Yugami-P - Alice human sacrifice

The Stupendium - Fiend Like Me

Eliza Carthy - Mrs Dyer The Baby Farmer

George Ezra - Drawing Board

The Mechanisms - Lucky Sevens

The Crane Wives - Curses

Louis Armstrong - Mack the Knife

Panic! At The Disco - Time to Dance

Are part of Addiction Song Mini Bracket (1 from 12):

AJR - Weak

Linkin Park- Breaking The Habit

SIAMÉS - THE WOLF

Dresden Dolls - My Alcoholic Friends

Eric Clapton - Cocaine

Florence + The Machine - Morning Elvis

Franz Ferdinand - Ulysses

grandson - Overdose; Pain Shopping

Jack Stauber - Coffee

Ringo Starr - The No No Song

The Living Tombstone - Drunk

The replacements - Here comes a regular

Are part of Fame Song preliminary poll (1 from 7):

Albert Hammond - It never rains in southern California

Bug Hunter - Disco! in the Panic Room

Grand Commander - Fuck you im going underground

John Douglass aka jacksfilms - We're all just assholes talking to a camera

Måneskin - Gossip

The neighbourhood - Wires

Taylor Swift - Long Live

Are part of Supernatural Song Bracket (4 from 36):

Heather Dale - Black Fox

Lord Huron - Dead Man’s Hand

Alex Brightman, Sophia Anne Caruso - Say My Name

Lemon Demon - Cabinet Man

Ludo - Lake Pontchartrain

Alex Brightman, Sophia Anne Caruso - Say My Name

Bear Ghost - Necromancin Dancin

Blue Oyster Cult - Godzilla

Bobby "boris" Pickett - monster mash

Charming Disaster - Wishing Well

Creature feature - The Greatest Show Unearthed

David Bowie - Magic dance

Feuerschwanz - Untot im Drachenboot

Single File - Zombies Ate My Neighbors

The Darkness - Black Shuck

The Longest Johns - Moby Duck

Weird Al Yankovic - Jurassic Park

Periphery - Reptile

steampianist - to our colorful scintillating future

Nancy Kerr - Fragile Water

The Hush Sound - Lighthouse

Cave mouth - Hecate

Kurt Elling - Nature boy

S. J. Tucker - Cheshire Kitten

The Living Tombstone ft. BSlick & Crusher-P - 1000 Doors

Jessica Law - Raising the Dead!

the forgetmenauts - charlatan in red

Everything Everything - Leviathan

The Searchers - Love Potion Number Nine

Tenacious D - Tribute

Thoushaltnot - The Haunted Phonograph

Heather Dale - Changeling Child

The lab rats - Devil's train

The Mechanisms - The Riddle Of The Sphinx

S.J. Tucker - Song of the Witches

Bug Hunter - 2 Bed, 2 Bath, and a Ghost

Are part of Piracy/Western Song Bracket (1 from 16):

Fish in a Birdcage Rule #23 - Birds of a Feather

Alestorm - Drink

The Longest Johns - The Last Bristolian Pirate; Wellerman

Master Bones Jangle - The Derelict

Brillig - The old captain

The Arrogant Worms - The Last Sasketchewan Pirate

Stan Rogers - Barrett’s Priveteers

The Longest Johns - Off to Sea

Brian David Gilbert - Pumpkin Cowboy

glen campbell - Rhinestone Cowboy

Jim Croce - You Don’t Mess Around With Jim

Charlie Daniels Band - The Devil Went Down to Georgia

Marty Robbins - Big Iron

Tom Cardy - The Ballad of Smokin' Joe Rudeboy

John Denver - Take Me Home, Country Roads

Are part of Positivity Song Bracket (4 from 52):

AURORA - Running with the wolves

Avril Lavigne - Here's to Never Growing Up

Bon Jovi - It's My Life

Brent Morgan - Gonna Be Okay

Caleb Hyles - Amber and Rain

Chip Skylark - My Shiny Teeth and Me

Colbie Caillat - Try

Death - Let The World Turn

Death Cab for Cutie - Grapevine Fires

Delta Rae - Dance in the Graveyards

dodie - Secret for the Mad

Elsa - Show Yourself

Florence and the machine - daffodil

Go! Child - Outro

Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes - Wake Up Everybody

I Fight Dragons - Disaster Hearts

Jeff Williams - This Life is Mine

Jimmy Cliff - You Can Get It If You Really Want It

Kenny Loggins - Footloose

Lord Huron - Until the Night Turns

Louis Armstrong - What A Wonderful World

Måneskin - Zitti E buoni

MARINA - Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land

Mother Mother - Infinitesimal

OR3O - Living on

Paloma Faith - Upside Down

Rachel Platten - Fight Song

Rhett and Link - I'm On Vacation

Rhythm Heaven - Beautiful One Day

Rise Against - Tragedy + Time

Something Else Yt - I’m Something Else

Sonic adventure 2 - Escape from the city

Stan Rogers - The Mary Ellen Carter

Steam Powered Giraffe - Malfunction

Steppen Wolf - Born The Be Wild

Surfaces - Sunday Best

Tamino - Indigo Night

The Black-Eyed Peas - I Gotta Feeling

The Cog is Dead - Weird

The Crane Wives - Volta; Turn Out The Lights

The Crüxshadows - Quicksilver

The Mowglis - Bad Dream

Thomas Rhett - Be a Light

Vanessa Doofenshmirtz - I'm Me

Jack Johnson - Upside Down

VHS Christmas Carol - Christmas Electricity

Frank Sinatra - My Way

Tank and the Bangas - Black Folk

Survivor - Eye of the Tiger

The Stupendium - Shine Through

Are part of Mortality Song Bracket (4 from 54):

AJR - Bang!

Bears in Trees - Doing This Again!

Beth Kinderman - Refusal of the Call

Bowling for Soup - 1985

Coldplay - Viva la Vida

Dan Deacon - When I Was Done Dying

Dayglow - Junior Varsity

Death Cab for Cutie - Gold Rush

Ed Sheeran - Castle on the Hill

Eurielle - City of the Dead

House Phone - Drinking Song

Jeff Williams feat. Meredith Hagan - Contact Redux

Lord Huron - Frozen Pines

Lorde - Ribs

Madilyn Mei - Have I Outgrown Minecraft?

Megadeth - Time: The Beginning

My Chemical Romance - Welcome to the Black Parade; The Foundations Of Decay

No, really - Beginning of the end

Oingo Boingo - Dead man's party

Rusty Cage - The Hearse Song

Orla Gartland - Souvenirs

Pale Waves - Act My Age

Peter, Paul, and Mary - Puff the Magic Dragon

Pim Stones - We Have It all

Radical Face - All Is Well (Goodbye, Goodbye)

Saintseneca - How many blankets are in the world?

The arcadian wild - The graduate

the cast of Adventure Time - Time Adventure

The Crane Wives - Keep You Safe

The Gregory Brothers - The Last Goodbye

The Kingston Trio - Where Have All The Flowers Gone

the mountain goats - pale green things; bleed out

the replacements - birthday gal

They Might Be Giants - Am I Awake?

Too Small the Limelight - Anatomy of a Car Crash

Will Wood - Cicada Days; Euthanasia

Yorushika - Say it

Alec Benjamin - Outrunning Karma

Anthony Warlow - I Need To Know

half.alive - creature

The Hoosiers - Goodbye Mr A

The Hush Sound - That's Okay

Judy Kuhn - Just Around the Riverbend

The Beatles - Eleanor Rigby

The Mechanisms - Losing Track

The Audreys - Sometimes the Stars

Eve - Fight Song

John Mayer - Waiting on the World to Change

Jukebox the Ghost - Fire In the Sky/Where are all the Scientists Now?/A Matter of Time

Jessica Law - Six Years

The Highwaymen - Highwayman

Are part of Morality Song preliminary poll (1 from 6):

Alec Benjamin - Outrunning Karma

Anthony Warlow - I Need To Know

Yorushika - Say it

Twisted the Untold Story of a Royal Vizier - Twisted

The Oh Hellos - Dear Wormwood

Tears for Fears - Everybody wants to rule the world

Are part of Alter Ego/Duality Song Mini Bracket (1 from 12):

Anthony Warlow - Confrontation

grandson - The Ballad of G and X

Eden Espinosa and Jeremy Jordan - Nothing Left to Lose

Brasma - Oh, Funny! (How The Sea Goes Round)

Jessica Law - Jekyll & Hyde 4eva

The Amazing Devil - Farewell Wanderlust

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals - Let It Out

Will Wood - Dr Sunshine is Dead

Billy Idol - Plastic Jesus

Hozier and Bear McCreary - Blood upon the snow

NF - HOPE

Street People - Facade

Are part of Music Song Mini Bracket (1 from 14):

Billy Joel - Piano Man

Bob Seger - Old Time Rock n Roll

Chuck Berry - Johnny B. Goode

Death - David's dream

Heaven Pierce Her - Altars of Apostasy

Johann Sebastian Bach - Toccata and Fugue in D minor

KEYGEN CHURCH - Tenebre Rosso Sangue

OMORI - not-so-empty house

Saint Motel - A Good Song Never Dies

Tally Hall - Welcome to Tally Hall

Wild Cherry - Play that Funky Music

Don McLean - American Pie

Sarah Bareilles - Love Song

Kenny Loggins - One Small Voice

Are part of Dance Song preliminary poll (1 from 7):

ABBA - Dancing Queen

Caramell - Caramelldansen

dArtagnan - Tanz in den Mai

Loosey Laduca - Let Loose

Miriam Makaba - Pata Pata

The Bangles - Walk Like an Egyptian

The Spinners - The Rubberband Man

Are part of Sci-Fi Song Bracket (1 from 20):

Basset - Perfect Human

Brendon Small - The Ocean Galaktik

Bryce Dessner, Sufjan Stevens, James McAlister, Nic Muhly - Jupiter

Heather Sanders - Call the Navigator

Portal - Still alive

Qbomb - 1000000 ad

Steam powered giraffe - Brass goggles

Heather Dale - I.S.S. (Is Somebody Singing?)

TWRP - Starlight Brigade

Brad Sucks - Lonely

Mili - String Theocracy

Cepheid - Goddess

The Mechanisms - Lost in The Cosmos; Alice; Redeath; Frankenstein; Gunpowder Tim vs. The Moon Kaiser

Train - Drops of Jupiter

The Killers - Spaceman

Alderon Tyran - Dawson's Christian

The Hound + The Fox - The Paradox

Are part of Social issues Song Bracket (2 from 44):

A perfect circle - Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drum

Billy Joel - We Didn't Start the Fire

Bo Burnham - Channel 5 News

Bob Marley & The Wailers - I Shot the Sheriff

concrete blonde - god is a bullet

Eddie Grant - Electric Avenue

Geoff Berner - Daloy polizei

grandson - Dirty; Is This What You Wanted; Bills; Blood // Water

Harry Belafonte Day OIskwe - Little Star

John Lennon - Working Class Hero

konstrakta - in corpore sano

Leonard Cohen - Everybody Knows

Les Misérables Cast - Do You Hear the People Sing

lovejoy - the fall

Megson - Generation Rent

muse - explorers

Newsies Cast - Watch What Happens

Poor Man's Poison - Feed the Machine

Shayfer James - Weight of the World

Shinedown - Planet Zero

Steampianist - Dream Eating Machine

Steven Sondheim - Another national anthem

Suzanne Vega - Luka

The Beatles - Black Bird

The Black-Eyed Peas - Where is the Love

The Crane Wives - The Hand That Feeds

The Strokes - The Adults Are Talking

Tikkle Me - Blow My Brains Out

Tom Morello, Shea Diamond, Dan Reynolds, The Bloody Beetroots - Stand Up

Arcade Fire - We exist

Vienna Teng - The Hymn of Axiom

Froukje - Groter Dan Ik

Simon and Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence

James Currier - A Fertile Wood at Heart

Bring Me The Horizon - Happy Song

Ralph McTell - The Streets of London

Ren - Money Game 2

Hozier - Eat your young

Greek Fire - A Real Life

Rare Americans - Love Is All I Bring

Penelope Scott - Dead girls

Are part of Biographic Song/Character Theme Mini Bracket (2 from 18):

Boney M. - Rasputin

Don Mclean - Vincent

TeamFourStar - Alexander Anderson

The Cast of Centaurworld - The Nowhere King

They Might Be Giants - Doctor Worm

Tom Lehrer - Lobachevsky

Sabaton - The Unkillable Soldier; White Death

Leonard Nimoy - The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins

Sonya Belousova - Toss a Coin to Your Witcher

Sabaton - Father

Mili - Salt Pepper Birds and the Thought Police

Weird Al Yankovic - The Jedi Song

The Doubleclicks - Wonder

Rare Americans - Brittle Bones Nicky

Jim's Big Ego - The Ballad of Barry Allen

The Mechanisms - Hereward The Wake

Sabaton - A Ghost in the Trenches

Are part of Creativity/Tropes/Games Song preliminary poll (1 from 7):

David Bowie - Life on Mars?

Foster the People - Best Friend

Waterparks - Mad All the Time Nicholas Karr and Scott Wozniak - Stupid Nintendo games

Jason Charles Miller - Your Turn to Roll

the mountain goats - wage wars get rich die handsome

Will Wood - The Main Character

Are part of Faith Song Mini Bracket (2 from 18):

Arcade Fire - Here Comes The Night Time

concrete blonde - tomorrow, wendy

Eric Clapton - Swing Low Sweet Chariot

Ghost - He Is

Joan Osborne - One Of Us

K-modo - You will believe

Lemon Demon - Ask For Nothing

mewithoutYou - The King Beetle on a Coconut Estate

Moon walker - I'm afraid I'll go to heaven

the crane wives - the garden

the oh hellos - passerine

The Rare Occasions - Notion

Ben Caplan - Birds With Broken Wings

GHOST - Honey I’m Home

The Dear Hunter - Wait

The Narcissist Cookbook - Apple

Therapy? - Turn

Tub Ring - Impress Your Creators

Are part of Gender Song preliminary poll (1 from 11):

green day - king for a day

Mother mother - Verbatim

Penny parker - Metamorphosis

She/her/hers - Gender is boring

Shea Diamond - I Am Her

teniwoha - Villain

Will Wood - I/Me/Myself

Christine and the Queens/Red Car - Christine

the replacements - androgynous

Ezra Furman - Maraschino-Red Dress $8.99 From Goodwill

The Doubleclicks - I'm Winning

Are part of Womanhood Song Mini Bracket (1 from 12):

Dolly Parton - 9 to 5

Emilie Autumn - Thank God I'm Pretty

Little Simz - Woman

LOONA - So What

Queen - Killer Queen

Florence + The Machine - King

Donna Summer - She Works Hard For The Money

The Crane Wives - Ribs

Veruca Salt - Seether

Alvan & Ahez - Fulenn

Reba McEntire - Fancy

Seanan McGuire - Wicked Girls Saving Ourselves

Are part of Travel/Journey Song preliminary poll (1 from 6):

The Beatlesøns - The Yukon Song

Byrds - 8 Miles High

The High Kings - The Rocky Road to Dublin

The Mountain Goats - Parisian Enclave

Shakushain - Wednesday Campanella

Hadestown Cast - Wait for Me

Are part of Greed Song preliminary poll (1 from 6):

The 88 feat. Lorax Cast - Biggering

Lemon Demon - Redesign Your Logo

Patrick Stump - Greed

Pink Williams - The Devil is Real

Dire Straits - Industrial Disease

The Oncler - How Bad Can I Be?

Are part of Dystopia/Propaganda/Preconceptions Song preliminary poll (1 from 9):

The Stupendium - The Fine Print

The Stupendium - Rest Employed

The Stupendium - And So We Fall

The Stupendium & Dan Bull - It's A Joy

Crusher-P - Propaganda!

Hadestown Cast - Why we build the wall

Encanto Cast - We Don't Talk About Bruno

Connor Spiotto - The Villain I Appear To Be

Raye Zaragoza - They Say

Are part of preliminary Nature Song poll (1 from 4):

S. J. Tucker - Firebird's child

Eddie Rabbitt - I Love A Rainy Night

John Anderson - Seminole Wind

Cosmo Sheldrake - The Moss

Are part of preliminary Marriage/Divorce Song poll (1 from 4):

Cécile Corbel - Le bal de chats

The mountain goats - No children

AJR - My Play

Cavetown - Devil Town

[dragonlover158429]

A Step Into The Forest- Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Everything had changed- or had it? It didn't seem so the next morning. The crows still made me queasy but, except that, I didn't see what had startled me so much the day before. I had walked up to an old house and seen some crows take off- what a big deal. Sure, I had felt that…strange energy, which I still couldn't explain, coursing through my body. But there had to be an explanation. "sudden light pain in your whole body like an electrical shock" When I would type that in the internet explorer, I would be hit by an avalanche of answers. Ranging from the scientific explanation of random chest pain to cancer and passing through the weirdest of conspiracy theories. Ah…Internet, my good ol' buddy. And somewhere, somewhere in that jumbled mess, there would be the reason for my weird experience of yesterday.

And anyway, I didn't recall it being particularly painful, so I probably shouldn't worry for now.

The other thing I recalled was thinking it abnormal because- well, I remembered thinking the shock was felt more in my mind than my body. No, not in my mind- somewhere else I had no name for. Was that what they called our 6th sense?

Oh, believe me, I know how weird I sounded. Hated it too. Earlier, what I had felt seemed as clear and true as a mountain lake. But now, a part of my brain seemed distant and I couldn't remember what the shock felt like- much less how I had felt it. I could remember the pain of a burn from when I had burned myself with the clothing iron last week and I always remembered how the texture of tree bark felt under my finger (even though in my oh so great city, it could be a month until I felt it again), but I couldn't remember what I felt yesterday afternoon?

But there wasn't anything I could do about it right now, better to just forget it.

I had finished washing my bowl, so I put it back in the cupboard and left the kitchen. Behind me, I could still hear the crows yelling loudly and fighting playfully for what appeared to be a plastic, gold-painted Christmas decoration. See? Crows are weird. One day you think they are some wise, mythical messenger messing with your brain and the next you see them acting like brainless toddlers.

……….Not so much different than humans actually, but that's not the point.

I started walking up the stairs; feeling more like a human being now that I had eaten. Too bad my parents hadn't bought coffee… Another result of their great "health trip". I should bring the conversation again when I'd see them again this afternoon. For now, since the crows had waken me up early, I had the whole morning to myself. Normally, I would enjoy that. But it was a little too much time to kill when your only weapon was an overfilling suitcase.

So, what should I do? I considered lazing out in my bed or on my phone. But, I didn't feel like I could completely relax when some of the crows could come perch on the roof so close to me. Actually, it wasn't just the crows; the whole house had a way to keep me alert and light-footed.

And bedsides I was currently avoiding social medias. For good reasons.

I could go outside… Visit the town and that forest I had seen on the way here. Could. But I already felt tired jut thinking about it. I didn't want to go out there and play the interested tourist. Didn't want to get stared at- or even looked at. Didn't want to walk for half an hour, trying not to get lost in the numerous, narrow, cobbled alleyways (I knew how old towns were!). Didn't want to have to ask my way back when I'd get lost. Didn't want to see my parents' disgustingly delighted faces when they'll learn I went out. "Oh honey, we knew you'd come around." "We knew you would get over yourself". Knew it was all in your head.

Didn't want to act neutral and reasonable when every glance and every word and every touch felt like a scalding branding-iron on naked skin.

And anyway, I don't think my parents would be ok with me wandering in the forest without their knowledge.

I was walking on the first floor of the house, the one the bathroom was on, still lost in thoughts. And I remember distantly thinking about that little patch of pale, golden sunlight that formed an almost perfect circle on the wooden floorboard. Little dust particles danced sleepily in the light in an almost hypnotic movement.

I don't know why I remember that especially. Maybe it's because if I hadn't been so distracted by that light, I would have wondered where it was coming from. Especially as there was no window in this corridor.

But I didn't. Instead, I stepped right into the sunlight the same way a drunken man steps out of the ledge of a cliff.

And then everything went blindingly white.

Again.

[nancypullen]

MIA

Yep, I've let too many days pass without posting. I've missed the opportunity to crow about how much fun Halloween was, we're already more than a week into November! We did have a grand time though. Trick-or-treating with our little miss in her fun neighborhood ticks all of the boxes on my perfect Halloween check list. I popped on my witch hat and my sweatshirt and had as much fun as the kids.

I'm trying to be better about sharing pictures of myself (ugh!) so that when I'm dead my kids can have something to prove I was here.

Yes indeed, we gave October a fantastic send off and November arrived with chillier weather and even more color in the trees. Absolutely beautiful.

I've been busy filling a big earring order, and keeping appointments. My in-person interview at the library went well ( I thought) but I haven't heard a peep. I can't worry about that. I know I'm qualified and would be helpful and cheerful to the patrons, but I still may not be what they're looking for - who knows? If not there, I'll find something else. I had a follow up appointment after my yearly physical/ lab work because my blood pressure was up. That's really unusual for me, so I had to track it for a month and then bring my monitor in and all that. Turns out I'm normal, I just don't like going to the doctor. I'm really glad that I don't have to take meds. I'm too forgetful for that.

Then, I received a call that my mammogram results were abnormal and showed a "developing asymmetry" in the left breast. Tomorrow I have to go to Easton for a diagnostic mammogram and an ultrasound. I'm 99% sure that it's nothing, probably just normal changes, but for someone who doesn't like going to doctors and/or having procedures, enough already! If this is what getting older is like, I'm not a fan. I told a friend that it's probably a lump of cookie dough that didn't make it all the way to my hips - much ado about nothing.

When I'm not kneading clay and baking earrings, or getting poked and prodded by medical personnel, I'm trying to prepare for the upcoming holidays. I love an October vacation, and Ireland was sublime, but it tends to dump me right at the doorstep of Thanksgiving and Christmas and I'm not ready for either one! I confess to playing some Christmas tunes already, just to get in the mood. I feel like I'm way behind. I've been trying to come up with our card for this year and the creative well is running dry. They just get thrown away by the recipients, why not just pick up a couple boxes of cards at Target? That would be smarter and I could cross it off my list. I know that I'm one of the dinosaurs still sending out holiday cards, but I love getting them in my mailbox and one must give in order to receive, right? So that's my quick check in, and my apology for being tardy with this post. Tomorrow I'll ship those earrings off to Florida and go get my boob smashed again, and then my schedule will be nothing but holiday madness. I'm looking forward to it. It's time to get my jingle on!

The Edgewater gang will come over this weekend and I'll have to make sure that I have a grasp on the grandgirl's list for Santa. I have a toy catalog here that should inspire her. Everyone else is getting socks and a toothbrush. Just kidding, but that sure would be easy. When am I old enough to start doing that? They'll head to Tennessee for Thanksgiving, but will be with us for Christmas. Matt is flying in for Thanksgiving, then in December he jets off to Brugge, Belgium and Amsterdam for the Christmas markets. He'll be here for Christmas week full of stories to share. I can't wait. On that happy note, I'll head of to soak in a bubble bath and then snuggle under the covers with a book. I'm pooped. Until tomorrow, stay safe, stay well...and

You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why

… Santa Claus is comin' to town! 47 days!!! XOXO, Nancy

[rasshu-benaiokny]

KnY Poneh AU🐴

(Demon slayer/My little Pony Synopsis)

- In the world of magical ponies, evil rears its ugly head once more as a corrupt and cursed alicorn named Muzan, watches over the world waiting for when he can finally take it over. A secret system of the worlds most powerful warriors called “Hashira” protects and fights against Muzan to prevent his influence over others but he has his own army… the 12 Moons. In exchange for devastating powers, creatures sell their allegiances to the corrupt alicorn, but are stricken with the same curse that prevents them from going out into the sunlight… Now deemed as Demons of their former selves, these minions fight, kill, and eat their own kind to get stronger, prompting the leader of the Demon slayers to take action, “All demons must be Executed”.

Notable characters

Rasshu: the pegasus warrior that prides herself on her sweet speed and evasion tactics. Shes one of the older slayers members and she often guides younger members to prepare them. Despite being extremely loyal to her purpose, she is deeply involved with a highly ranking villain. Only her and her leader know about this traitorous act but it seems like she’s influencing this said demon to switch sides… (she might have a slight demon trait in her)

Kyojuro: One of the most well respected Hashira despite his lackluster race: an earth pony. He radiate positivity as he represents their cause to cleanse this earth of demons! With his affinity for flames, he is known as the flame hashira! Though he might be one of the weaker members, he’s still extremely skilled as he uses his flame prowess to ignite his own weapons in battle! Friends with everyone and best friends with the sound hashira! (He is horrendously bad at social queues)

Giyu: A quiet pegasus that has witnessed the murder of his found family. Seemingly traumatized by the experience, he stays silent with most but he fights with vengeance for his fallen brethren. His affinity is water magic, as he can coat this weapons in a water like magic that helps cut through the necks of demons! He often gets bullied by the insect hashira, but he seems to be ok with it? Giyu seems to sightly respect Rasshu for being his sensei’s Hashira partner in the past. (He seems to a small crow as his pet that he love’s deeply)

Mitsuri: The most nurturing and happy earth pony you’ll ever see, the love hashira! Original under kyojuro, she became a hashira and now she fights alongside the best of the best! Her abnormally strong body allows her to plummet enemies in an instant!? She actually has a crush on most of the hashira but she REALLY wants to date the Serpents hashira! (She once had a crush on Rasshu, mistaking her for a stallion)

Obanai: A fragile bat pony that was taken in by the leader but now a strong Serpent hashira. This pony was born into a majority female demon controlled house hold so now he holds resentment for most women, except the sweetest pony, Mitsuri. He is one of the most skilled hashira as he fights along side his snake partner and utilizes snake-like magic to batter the opponents! (He knows Rasshu’s secret and absolutely hates her for it)

TENGEN: THE FLASHIEST OF THE HASHIRA! THE GOD OF FESTIVALS!!! This bombastic unicorn loves to fight with big blasts of magic infused attacks! He is also extremely fast and him and Rasshu tend to race constantly. With being so loud and flashy, he has a strenuous relationship with Obanai… Deemed as one of the weakest hashira, he looks up to his best buddy, Kyojuro… (He was actually raised to be a ninja like warrior so he is great at evasion IF he shuts up)

Sanemi: A scary dragon/pony hybrid that strikes fear into everyone. Deemed as the wind hashira, Sanemi uses his dragon like magic to control the wind around him to aid in killing his enemies! His ways are so ruthless that fellow hashira tend to get worried for the demon’s sake. Obanai seems to be his only “friend” since they are both similarly ruthless when fighting demons. (Gyomei is one of the few ponies that witnessed Sanemi’s gentle side)

Gyomei: An extremely gentle pony that has tremendous physical power. He is around the same age as Rasshu, placing him as being the second older active hashira. He has a calming aura that seems to attract animals of all kinds. Not wanting to fight, you can see him meditating alongside nature but when he does fight, it’s terrifying. He is undoubtedly the strongest hashira when it comes to physical power! (He is so sweet that no hashira seems to hold any resentments against him… he often invites his co hashira to tea)

Shinobu: a small unicorn that is deemed as the insect hashira. She aids and heals up any of the injured slayers so she has a decent role to play in the demon slayer corps! But don’t let her small stature fool you, she cant slice up demons like the others but she creates poison that eats away at even the strongest of demons! She has a sweet expression but she holds a large amount of anguish behind such a sweet face. (She seems to have a bit of interest in the water hashira, Giyu… or maybe she just likes to bully him)

Muichiro: The youngest slayer with the hashira rank; the mist pillar! This young unicorn seems to be a tad bit forgetful as he never seems to remember much. Because of his young age, he gets coddled by most of the hashira in his area. Even if hes super young, hes a hashira for a reason as his ability to fight is extraordinary! Using mist to hide his movements and confuse his enemies! (He actually refers to Rasshu as aunt Rasshu, even if they aren’t related… now every young slayer does this to her)

Sakonji: A retired pegasus that used to fight along side Rasshu back in the day until he got badly injured. The former water pillar, he trained many slayers like Giyu and Tanjiro but many of his students died to a particular demon hellbent of revenge… After breaking his wings, he lives alone after failing to protect his students… he still teaches what he can to the creatures seeking to become a slayer… (sometimes he shows up to hashira meetings to see whats going on)

Tanjiro: A new young slayer that wants to fight to save his little sister and change her back into a normal pony. This earth pony seems to have the power of the sun itself like the original slayer from the legends! He’s very hopeful as he trains each day with his friends. He fights to finally confront the evil alicorn himself! (He is so dang innocent and sweet but he’s also so naive)

Zenitsu: A jumpy unicorn embedded with electric elements! He’s terrified of monsters and demons but he still fights along side his friends! Many hashira are annoyed by his screams of terror and most wonder why he’s a slayer to begin with but he has his reasons. His electric powers allows him to be a dangerous opponent to be reconned with. (He had an OBVIOUS crush on Nezuko to the point that it’s nauseating)

Inosuke: The wild pegasus that was raised by wild boars! Somehow this monstrosity of a pony made his way to the demon slayer corps and found himself a few friends to join up with. He’s pretty dumbfounded but his recklessness is a nice wild card for demons to deal with! Creating his own magic powers, he is deemed as the creator of the beast style! A rough and crazy fighting style that trumps a lot of expectations! (He is easily defeated by his opponents if they give him shiny things or acorns)

Nezuko: The one exception to the “destroy all demons” rule as this cute pony is actually a demon! Turned by the great Muzan himself by accident, she’s extremely powerful and will help out her brother in tough times! She is mute and innocent as she stays with her brother in a small pouch since she is able to control her size. Funnily, since she became a demon directly from muzan, she is an alicorn demon like him, she just doesn’t know all of her powers yet. (Sometime when no ones around, Zenitsu will visit and talk to her)

Kagaya: the leader of the Demon slayer corps. He is a fragile unicorn with no magic to spare due to his family’s curse. He is ultimately weak with no powers or fighting prowess what so ever but he is the loving leader of his members… he has vowed his life to defeating the one scar in his family’s lineage, Muzan. His family’s sole purpose is to defeat Muzan. (His father, Daichi, was Rasshu’s original leader but he died recently)

(Part two will be about the 12 kizuki and their summaries) this was fun, i hope others find this cute AU

[eshasunrise]

Not-so-fun running hypothesis: people are racist against pit bulls. This is not a joke. The primary theory for pit bull hate is linked to institutionalized racism in the United States.

The idea is that as black people became more able to afford commodities and luxuries, many chose to adopt pets, specifically dogs, as they could both provide comfort, and safety from burglars. At this time, dog breeding was big, and pit bulls were the most popular American breed at the time, meaning more people in general (including black people) were adopting lots of pits.

Then came the reservation and eradication attempts. These started pretty much as soon as the civil war ended (Jim Crow loopholes) and spiked again during the Raegan terms. Things "associated" with black people (anything common or middle to lower income) were vilified and used as stereotypes, from the food, to the churches, to the accents, to fashion, and eventually to the land itself. This made it easy to separate black (and other minority) people from welfare and infrastructural support while politically disenfranchising them.

Caught in the crossfire of this literal racist crusade was the pit bull. The breed, which had been adopted by many black families (and more often pampered due to trauma-based sympathy, and used as guard dogs due to poor living conditions) was suddenly associated with black and poor people, which meant propaganda campaigns against the mutts. Rumors of violent behavior and genetic abnormalities (false claims also used to disparage and kill black people, not so fun fact) ran rampant, and police officers were encouraged to kill pit bulls on sight (and their owners shortly after).

This would make the hate on pits effectively the fentanyl "crisis", of the day; a completely manufactured propaganda campaign for the intent purpose of harming and disenfranchising minorities, with extra focus on poor and black people, with the latter often being the victims of hate crimes brushed aside due to the appearance of the dogs.

They were also used on dog fighting a lot due to their stockier builds, but that's just humans being horrible, nothing to do with the breed itself.

Do you know what the consensus on pit bulls is? Some people say the negative stereotypes surrounding them are unfair, while others insist they’re inherently dangerous dogs that shouldn’t be kept as pets. Both views are biased to some degree, so I don’t know which to believe.

they're just. dogs.

and same as german shepards, same as huskies, same as dalmations, they have specific breed requirements and aren't right for every home! also like all dogs, they have to be trained to be a reliable and safe pet. but with their needs met and good training, they're about the same as any other dog in their size range (with individual exceptions for personal history and trauma of course)

[pad-wubbo]

Vulture Eyes

I sit in the Big Brother house. My eyes are climbing their walls. Their eyes are climbing mine. They stare at each other. They're shaking hands. Shaking hands with the Devil. The Devil is their hands. The most vile, bitter hatred surges through them. I stand there as Francis Bacon's self-portrait. I melt into the post-human abomination. The freak, the creep, the weirdo. They perceive it, it becomes real. I devour their Children. Not their children. Their Children. Capital C. I devour their Innocence. Not their innocence. Capital I. I devour the concept of innocence. I let them speak. As they speak, the notion of the unspeaking pseudohuman wooden ventriloquist dummy trapped in the speaker wire from its master's throat, that notion dissolves. We can't have that.

Puppets can't want, puppets can't choose, puppets aren't men. The puppeteers stand around a table, and a man walks in with a grey patch on his face. They speak through their puppets to condemn the man to the hounds. Not phosphorus eyed Hounds of the Baskervilles, but Labrador Retrievers, the most normal of normality.

The mouth of the normal opens to devour the abnormal. It screams in terror. I scream in frustration. The scream is a word, the scream is a language, the scream is the belltower and the bell. The eye of the storm makes its vortex. Man is the vortex. God is the vortex. Man is its own God. Man is nothing, man's ideal notion of man is man's God. The image that inspires passion can't inspire passion, or the object can't inspire passion, or passion could inspire no passion, or nothing. One way or another, they erase the unbelievers from their eyes.

Every vulture, every crow, every ravenous scavenger beast goes, picking away what it can find, not what it needs. Not vultures, not crows. Wax figures in the shape of men with eyes pointed at the prey, man-shaped wax figures with all the mercy of crows. The Sun sets into the abyss, and each of the stars into the shadows and the rain and the fog. Darkness obscures the vulture, the crow, the ravenous scavenger beast, the dream of man with the vulture's eyes. We only hear gossip and the crackling of torches. But in that darkness a light blazes, a candlelight in the shadow. A candle that cannot burn out, for it is fuelled by its own destruction and nourished by fire's death.

I could become enraged at this evil. I can't. Rage is the great divider, the rage at the self-burning candle only places the solid candle above the melted pool of wax. The solid candle's anger melts itself, and so rage becomes the evil against which it targets. This is the only way I know the vulture, that it should strike fear into you as its eyes do unto me, and drive itself into your heart, like a spear, as it strips the flesh from the skull.

One vulture remains, perched on the foggy street. I blink my eyes. My eyes are as lozenges to its, it wishes to pick me apart, it wishes to pick apart an effigy of everything that so threatens it, and behind that effigy is me. The effigy no longer exists, except on the pages of the penny-dreadful. Each time I see you, it gets harder to view you as an innocent. When I forget your guilt in picking apart my sisters' flesh, I forget that you too want me torn apart, and you forget it too.

The eyes deny their pointed gleam at God's nude body. Envy of God's perfection. Loathing of man's imperfection. The image of man as the opposite of the image of God. The eyes of the Devil gazing into your hand. The eyes of man gazing into the Devil. The hand becoming the Devil, the hand becoming an impure form of its own, learning to fear the hand. Learning to fear yourself. Learning to see Francis Bacon's self-portrait in the mirror. Learning how to smash the mirror. Learning a fear of mirrors. Learning to project your fear of yourself onto their hearts. Learning to be a vulture.

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[violet-woodnymph]

Playing DnD for the first time since Covid happened, and I'm a big fan of the character I've made so far.

Consider:

Crow man (Kenku)

Abnormally short (3ft)

Lvl 3 Rogue

Built like a baked bean (16 +3 strength)

Practically spiderman (14 +3 Dexterity, +5 Acrobatics, +5 Athletics)

Taking this all into account:

Can scale a house in 6 seconds by climbing.

Can jump a 20ft chasm with ease by using a ten ft dash bonus action first

Will gain the Athlete feat at lvl 4, reducing that dash to 5 ft and preventing climbing from using movement

Will eventually get the ring of jumping, allowing him to triple his (and only his) jump distance as a bonus action

Imagine:

"You come across a 50ft chasm with no way across-"

"I use my ring, climb the the nearest, largest tree, dash across its sturdiest branch, and jump across the chasm to the other side."

"...roll acrobatics."

"12 +5, so 17"

"...you land safely on the other side."

[insolitus-academy]

♚ // Face Claim Full name Face Claim: Hyunjin Hwang| Group/Band/Occupation: Stray Kids Nationality: South Korea Faceclaim age: 23

♚ // Character ; Basic information

Quote: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Full name character: Aidan Hwang Nickname: Aidan Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): Imaginary realm Age: 23 Date of Birth: March 20th, 1997 Gender: Cis male Preferred Pronouns: He/him Race: Shardian Sexual Orientation: Pansexual What is the level of Korean and how did they learn to speak it (For non-Korean characters from other realms & other earth-countries): Native

♚ // Character ; Appearance

Skin Color: Fair Eye color: Naturally black, however he wears light blue contact lenses Scars: One across his thigh Piercings: Multiple lobe piercings in both ears – an orbital in his right ear, two small helixes in his left one; a navel piercing Tattoos: None Hair color: Currently red, tends to change colors on a whim Abnormalities: Aidan’s skin while being fair, it has a certain greyish hue to it, almost as if at a closer look one could see right through him Horns/ wings/ etc.: N/A Transformed form: N/A

♚ // Character ; Personality

Six personality traits: Obsessive, moody, impulsive, observant, impressionable, creative

Likes: spring, the scent of oil paints, early mornings, warm milk, insectariums Dislikes: cold weather, confined places, strict routines, loud alarms, dining alone Manias: Aidan cannot possibly stand being unclean, thus he takes multiple showers a day, religiously washes his hands and carries around wet-wipes and hand sanitizer at all times. He would not ever meet someone unless he deems himself pristine. He stocks up on tissues and milk. He also gets overwhelmingly distressed around December, to the point of going out of his way not to be involved in any sort of conflict by that time, as he is persuaded it could be very dangerous to the person in cause. Aidan tends to be unusually docile and polite around that time. Phobias: Not a phobia per se, however Aidan is horrified by crows specifically. Aidan also has a deep fear of vanishing as the memory of his former self would be forgotten. Animal: Ferret Religion: Aidan doesn’t adhere to any of the big religions; however, he holds a set of values and principles of his own .Favorite song: Måneskin - HONEY (ARE U COMING?)Vice: LustVirtue: Diligence

Personality description: Aidan operates in extremes, like a ticking bomb of muted emotions that goes off every once in a while, with overwhelming force, exhausts itself completely, and then repeats the cycle. Over and over.

It’s difficult to predict what mood one could find him in, and depending on that, he could be the most docile, sweet creature to have ever set foot on earth, or the most crude and vile. Although temperamental and prone to shift lanes in the blink of an eye, Aidan has the tendency to fixate on things or people, and when that occurs, he finds an inexplicable force within himself to wholly dedicate himself to said activity or person, to the point of throwing away his own well-being and frail sanity.

There are many aspects about himself that he can barely make sense of, which leaves him frustrated and on a constant quest of finding himself. Built out of bits and pieces of someone’s image, mediated by yet someone else’s perception, Aidan struggles to understand why he acts, thinks or feels a certain way. Though he carries plenty of scars that make him difficult to deal with, what Aidan ultimately seeks is to quench the thirst of wanting to belong someplace

♚ // Character ; Powers

Magical Powers: Summoning emotions of sadness. Aidan has the ability to summon emotions of sadness in others, however sustained eye-contact is necessary for it to happen in his case, and he mostly uses this power to his benefice. Reading the darkest and saddest memories through touch. Upon touching another being, Aidan can have access to their deepest repressed memories. Magic tears. Aidan’s tears are magical and they cause a sense of euphoria when consumed by another being.

Non-magical Powers:Painting. Very efficient with chores. Quite crafty.

Weaknesses: Reading sorrowful memories through touch. It’s a power Aidan is aware of, however cannot properly control it yet, thus he unwillingly receives flashes of someone else’s memories when he didn’t mean to actually access those. Depending on the context, Aidan will keep it a secret, as he doesn’t want, nor mean to cross people’s boundaries without their knowledge. Lack of energy as his memory is less and less remembered. Aidan’s existence is quite fragile, and he desperately needs someone to remember his former self. As a consequence, after extended periods of time when people no longer think of him, Aidan becomes groggy and has overall less energy to go by. Poor sense of self. Aidan is the result of someone else’s perception of his former self, and while some details about him and his life were known by them, others were not. Those residues of his former self that he cannot explain to himself leave Aidan with a sense of not truly knowing or understanding himself. Cannot hold his liquor, although he very much likes drinking. Alcohol makes him become even more erratic than he usually is, and an innocent, lighthearted night out can easily turn into a mess.

♚ // Character ; The Student

Study Style: True to his personality, Aidan performs impeccably in those subjects that catch his attention, while failing miserably at those that he can’t grasp. However, he is not one to take accountability for his own shortcomings and when frustration builds up, he is the kind to let it out on his teachers. Favorite class: Theatre/dramaLeast favorite class: Math I

classes (5-8) : AstrologyArcheryFrenchMath IFashion history & SewingTheatre/dramaTennis

♚ // Character ; The Past Date of Birth: March 20th, 1997 Date of Death: Supposed to be November 20th, 2020 Crime Record: A couple of petty crimes in his early teenage years, such as shoplifting, stealing bikes, trying to break into houses (in plain daylight). Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past?No

Background: TW: mentions of mental health issues & suicide; mentions of child neglect

In the early hours, footsteps resonated across the corridor like a brigade’s march. The door had been found wide open, the bed empty, the once white sheets without a single fold. They were like paper, and cold, untouched. Aidan hadn’t been there the night before – the most sensible conclusion. Confusion and anxiety reigned over the ward, unspoken questions floating in the chilly morning air along the small particles of light that peered inside through the sheer curtains. He was no longer there, nowhere to be found, his roommate too dazed to recall whether or not both were inside the room when the lights went out. Days, then weeks would pass, late autumn’s earth would be covered in snow, copper leaves rotting underneath, and yet no trace of him, not a single sign to prove he’d ever existed in that place. That winter turned out to be unusually harsh. As the first days of spring came about, the disappearance would be conveniently ruled out as suicide, though long before all search had been given up on.

It was autumn already, the moon shining brightly on the night sky, and under the light of that moon there he was bathing, his pores sucking in every beam as if those ensured his vitality. Aidan was no longer Aidan, not in the way he used to be himself. The world around him bore resemblance to the one he used to know while at the same time being completely different. He was more lost than ever, more confused than ever. There was a sense of freedom that made Aidan feel uneasy, as he barely knew how to exist on his own terms, without guidance or surveillance. However, in that maze Aidan has found clarity – he was not, after all, wrong or deranged, as they used to say about his living self. Beyond human perception, there indeed lain a world full of wonders, of beings that went about their existence more or less discreetly, just as he’d always sensed though far more complex than he could have imagined. His place was not there, among humans, now even less than ever.

And until that night, Aidan had no idea he could actually leave, persuaded to be bound to the home of the one whose sorrow created him. But he could, just like that mysterious creature had told him. Stepping outside the house did not make his limbs turn into particles of light and dissipate, on the contrary – he felt a sort of strength similar to the one his living self experienced years prior, one that drove him to a new beginning, to the place that he belonged to, truly. Just like that mysterious creature told him. Insolitus.

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Born into a troubled family, Aidan’s childhood was far from idyllic. His mother, a young woman with many ambitions, found her fire extinguished brutally the moment her pregnancy had been discovered. All her hopes and dreams turned to ashes, confined in her house, found in her first-born the face of all her sorrows. She’d never managed to accept Aidan, and with each day that passed with them forcefully being each other’s company, she’d grown to become repulsed by him. Everyone around her contented themselves to label her as a despicable, lazy mother and turned a blind eye to all the pain tearing up her heart.

His father, a renowned photographer, was mostly absent from home, though the times when he was not around were far calmer – no shouting, no fighting, no arguments. As Aidan grew up, his notions of normalcy were twisted, in sheer contrast with the world outside of his small house. Loneliness pushed the boy to all sorts of unusual behaviors as he tried to make sense of existence. Though even that sick, fragile balance would be wrecked one day. His father abroad, he couldn’t have imagined the grim scene awaiting at home, his wife upstairs, lifeless, his son downstairs, a blank shell. Aidan had spent five days with his departed mother inside the house; it would soon have been Christmas, his seventh Christmas. From that episode, Aidan learnt about fault, punishment and guilt; for impertinent children, the consequences were dire. Onwards, his mental state only worsened.

Aidan Hwang had been institutionalized in his late teenage years, a peculiar facility in which one could hardly tell patients apart from doctors and the staff. Before his disappearance, the young man had spent a little less than five years in the facility. The case of his sudden disappearance has never been solved, however left with no evidence to hold any solid hypothesis, the administration had decided to pronounce Aidan dead and rule out the case as a suicide. Ever since, no sign of him either dead or alive has surfaced.

♚ // Roleplayer[ optional ]Time zone: GMT+2/3OOC! Triggers: VERY explicit depictions of vomiting (emetophobic here) & body dysmorphia.Themes/genres you like writing the most?: Drama, angst, fluff.