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hey tumblr. not chonny jash but sketchy sketch
#art#briar young art#sketch#tw anatomy#tw heart#fungal infection#something like that anyways#the lyric is from a song called black sheep#Good song#I'm really tired#this is a metaphor#idk wot else to say#enjoy
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I yap about Forever + Falling with you
Forever being the end song to murder drones- and its lyrics being what they are
gives me the impression Murder Drones was a big love story about opening up and trust hidden under mounds of comedy and violence
And I dont mean that it ACTUALLY is, its more just.. a silly little feeling I get when i listen to it
Theres something about the song thats so... cozy? So like, softly spoken. A very hummable melody from one lover to another.
also falling with you, like what the fuck
never in my life have I felt a track was so carefully crafted- and prepared, carved out for two specific characters in one specific moment.
She made the choice to sacrifice herself- for him. In her eyes it was the end and if at the end of everything she could guarantee the life of one person it was going to be the one she loves, she didnt know what would be at the other end,
The thing is, he wanted to be there for her. Even when they're knocking on deaths door, he needs to be there.
Its like trust fall exercise, except the focus isnt on 'catch me' cause they'd never let the other fall,
its about making sure they dont fall when youre not looking. It hurts both parties, to crash without warning and to see the one you love fall
I *love* that they dont speak here. She looks to the side, shifting her glances before looking at him.
An unspoken guilt ridden apology.
The response he chooses?
forgiveness,
Even if the result of her actions hurt him- her intentions were good and meant to be entirely in favor of him
And in this moment, with their current history and with a yet to be seen future, he forgives her,
Cause at the very least, they're together again. He could save her.
And her look just, screams thank you to me.
Thank you for forgiving me, saving me-
for everything :) /ref
lighthearted preparation for whats to come :)
legitimately, what she says, reiterating herself "die mad bitch"
knowing theyre heading into the end of the world to prevent it?? Theyre going off to the fucking trenches together, key word this time being together
And then the horrible unexpected !
Uzi is ripped away from N, confronted with what her home has become, the universe is practically screaming at her to fix it, pushing her towards the end without mercy
But shes not doing it alone, she cant do it alone, not again, not this time
And he wouldnt let her
The universe could endlessly attempt to wield its cosmic grasp to push these two apart but itd never work, itd never end with them alone
Their love- their pure devotion to each other,
is so celestial in its own right
Not super related to my ramble but i love that in them becoming official (I will not call this a confession, N definitely confessed the previous episode)
Uzis so.. wagh.. her eyes.
That trademark look of panic or worry- I mean what would you expect from the black sheep of the colony? Being excluded on the daily, left to your own abandoned devices?? The reassurance she was requesting just, ughh.. my heart...
and the way. He fucking looks at her
Its so, soft. He knows she has not a thing to worry about. His heart is completely and utterly hers. Where most would die for their love, he lives for her.
The universe would be dammed to ever try and separate pure unbridled love like this ever again
ERM< ANYWAY that was super gay ew idk why im like. obsessed with their relatinshuio ahhajfhdgjbsjhfm someone blow me up
#murder drones#serial designation n#uzi doorman#nuzi#a really long yapsesh about nuzi#god save me#chat#i thinki have a new favorite scene#oopsieee
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Not that bad
─Tenjiku x fem!reader
─Summary: you were choking on your own thoughts, luckily a gang of idiots come to save you from yourself
─Warnings: mention of ways of dying, some dark thoughts about life¿
Part one / Part two / Part three
Saturday, penultimate day of the week, if someone ask you, your favorite day, a Saturday for you is the best combination of procrastinating and enjoying solitude without anyone being able to say anything to you, your parents have the night shift at their jobs so you can stay up all night, but unfortunately you're responsible enough not to break your sleep schedule when you have highschool the following week, at least most of the time you didn't.
In the not so distant past you would cry asking your parents not to leave you alone at night, right now, you prepare everything for them and throw them out of the house so they don't arrive late, you love them very much, but you appreciate the alone time you have for yourself, meditation time, self-care time and time to do embarrassing things without anyone being able to see you.
So like another one of your Saturdays, you brushed off all the to-dos on your list, lying on your bed as you selected that playlist of the same seven songs you'd been obsessed with lately, you turned your mind off to auto mode, you closed your eyes moving your head slightly to the music, from time to time humming the melody or lyrics of the songs.
Although all this had a negative side, you tended to overthink past and future situations about your life, having the most existential conversations of your life with yourself, but you could not keep forever how overwhelmed you felt when thinking about certain aspects of life.
Were you weird? You had never felt any kind of desire with another person beyond a simple friendship, you were not that great with public relations in person and you felt like the black sheep in every possible area, this line of thoughts introduced you to another, what were your qualities as a person? You never felt actively attracted to any hobbies, you had practiced many things, nothing seemed to be your specialty to stand out so you just accepted your commonness, you didn't feel bad about it either, more for not achieving that ambition to become better at a certain hobby.
You began to take your thoughts further, embracing your apathy towards life and its supposed achievements, why were you here? You don't have any goals in your life and you never cared about marking small achievements, everything at a certain point became monotonous at some point in your life that you can't remember, as if you live in a gray world that sometimes has tints of color thanks to certain situations or people generating serotonin.
The music from your headphones began to drown out until you pushed it away in the back of your mind to give way to your thoughts in a more intense way, you could detect that it was better to stop with the train of thoughts about life and death if you didn't want to have to pay more psychologists, luckily, someone did you the favor of getting you out of your dissociative state.
Some persistent knocking made you jump up, you frowned checking the hour, it was quite late at night, late enough that no neighbors came to ask for some spice or something like that. You tiptoed over, clicking your tongue as you heard the pounding on the door not stop, grabbed the bat hidden in the cleaning room and headed for the door.
You wanted to look through the peephole but that person seemed to have covered the vision with the palm of their hand, you raised the bat, letting it rest on your shoulder, quickly moving through the contacts of your mobile leaving your father's number at a touch.
"Get out of here! I'm armed, I'll call the police if you don't leave my property."
"I expected something more threatening and related to death being you."
"What the…?"
You rubbed the bridge of your nose at the voice, you undid the locks on the door with a frown, you tossed the bat aside, crossing your arms at the small group of guys standing there with shit-eating grins on their faces.
"Good night!"
"No good night or shit, may I know, what are you doing at the door of my house at two in the morning? I thought you were thieves although there is not much difference…"
"That is offensive, honey, we are much better than simple thieves."
"Fuck you Hanma," you kicked his butt with your foot as he walked past to enter your house "and the next time you call me honey you'll end up in a barrel full of acid in the middle of the ocean with rocks in your intestines."
"Ah, there are the normal threats."
You rolled your eyes at Izana's words, who settled on your sofa just like Kakucho, the Haitani brothers, Hanma and Kokonoi, occupied every possible free space so you had to sit on the individual chair. You looked at them with a raised eyebrow hoping for a good answer for their strange visit, Ran being the one who answered you with a wink.
"We came to visit you because we knew that you missed us since the last time we saw each other, I know it has been hard to be without me, don't worry."
You nodded with a blank expression, pretending to grab a notebook and point in it with full concentration, writing in the air with your imaginary pen.
"Okay, that's officially on the 'I don't give a shit' list, what worries me the most is how you know I was alone today."
"Oh, you mentioned it in the group chat once."
You sighed listening to Izana, of course you would have commented something, you should stop sharing data like this so easily, although you already had a degree of trust in these guys so it would be fine for now, however you still wanted to know why they were here so late, you asked again but only received vague answers from Rin and Hanma who seemed to mock you while their leader just watched the exchange amused.
"Today's meeting ended late and your house was the closest point of rest."
"Thanks Kokonoi, thank goodness that two of you are not complete idiots."
"Wait, two?"
You smiled when Izana narrowed his eyes at your words, everyone looked at each other and in just a second they started throwing out reasons why or who was the second best on your list, Kokonoi smiled with pride at being above the others in your rank of preference without needing to fight with the commoners of their friends.
All your pessimistic thoughts were overshadowed by the murmurs of discussion between the boys, well, sometimes you enjoyed creating a bit of chaos between them, despite the fact that it was all for the simple joke of knowing who was your favorite, they had insisted so much on knowing and you refused to say.
Unintentionally your little smile became wider, ending in a laugh because they started to say the most absurd things like that your favorite was Hanma because he was the one you threatened the most, or that Rin was above the others for being the adorable little brother of the Haitani, or that Izana should be in your top 1 just for being the leader.
"Well, this is not something we see every day."
Ran smiled genuinely as you choked on your own saliva, trying not to die as you coughed desperately because you laughed too hard at them and karma had to hit you back somehow, all talk stopped when they heard you laugh, admiring you. Even though you weren't exactly attractive when you had a fit of giggles, they felt special to be able to share this little moment with you, because they've never seen you so stupidly happy about their nonsense.
The subject was forgotten when Kokonoi commented something about the gangs, some things that you didn't fully understand, but you didn't care much, since sometimes you prefer to be a spectator in the talks more than anything, the fact is that you completely raved of the main discussion and just started bringing up other random topics of conversation for the rest of the night.
They all had to leave at some point because they couldn't just stay until dawn at your place, even though before you closed the door, after you'd said goodbye, you took a deep breath, a sly smile on your face.
"By the way, the other one was Kakucho."
"Wha- but he barely spoke!"
"Kaku!?"
"It seems that someone is quietly making advances, very cunning…"
You slammed the door, stifling more complaints towards your friend, you laughed when you heard Kaku's defense attempt, but at least you hadn't lied to them, for the moment he was one of the ones you appreciated the most as a friend just like Koko as much as you liked to joke around with the other idiots, you also appreciated the quiet.
You sighed going back to the beginning of everything, lying on your bed with the music at a considerable volume while thoughts flood your mind, only this time, they took on a different hue, maybe life is not as bad as you think despite not having a purpose, after all, you are also proud to be next to your loved ones and see them grow.
#tenjiku#tenjiku x reader#reader insert#fem reader#tokyo revenger x reader#tokyo revengers#Izana#Kakucho#x reader#Kokonoi#Ran haitani#Rin haitani#haitani x reader#one shot#sfw
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Into the Void
Pairing: Geto Suguru x gn!reader
Synopsis: Geto is so succumbed to his ideals that you have no choice but to run. But the hunt for you is more than a simple chase. It's resurrection. It's repentance. Just like in the parable of the lost sheep.
CW: canon compliant, established relationship, predator/prey, injuries, blood, toxic dynamics, heavy religious symbolism, emotional distress, dissociation, tiny bit of hurt/comfort, yandere behavior, Geto is a manipulative ass how surprising
WC: 5.2k whoops
Credits: my dear @notveryrussian for proofreading but tbh I should start calling you my editor from now on lmao. I'm glad you enjoyed my sneak peeks so much 💕
Song rec: since I can't control myself, I picked 3 songs by Nine Inch Nails that gives the perfect vibes to the story. For the exposition, I recommend Heresy, mostly because the lyrics resonates with the reader's thoughts about Geto. For the escape/chase part, I picked Eraser for the creepy vibes and reader's slowly deterioriating sanity. For the closing part, I picked A warm place because it's a comforting yet a bit gloomy track
A/N: Saying that this idea possessed me is an understatement. Initially I only wanted to put effort into the whole chase scene but obviously I started to add lore into the whole thing. And since they grew on me and I simply love their dynamic, a part 2 is on the way yaaay.
Minors shall not interact unless they wanna get punched.
And a usual warning for dark content. I wanted to keep it mild but I couldn't. Maybe I'm a lil bit too skilled when it comes to writing about fear.
It’s all too painful to think that maybe running away with Geto wasn’t the best idea.
Of course you loved him, you loved the twins too and the makeshift family you created, it really healed some of the wounds you received in the past. But you wished it would’ve stayed that way. Living together, somewhere far away, isolated, in peace. Have a fresh start, build a nest for the four of you and fill it up with love.
But he had other plans.
There were a lot of improvements in the initial phase of your plans. Building community, uniting the herd. You enjoyed some reverence from the followers too. Eventually the initial number of breakthroughs began to stagnate, despite all the effort. It became routine, like you were being dragged through the same day for years and years without end. When you were faced with even more setbacks, you started to realize that you basically never left the temple and it soon began to feel like a cage. Golden and holy. It was draining to see people lose their sense of individuality and how he became their only source of validation. It was torment. Living life as an idol of worship tucked into a forgotten corner of a church. Praised like a twisted Gothic Madonna with a blue cloth over your head, but in reality you weep, you’re their Mater Dolorosa, with swords piercing your sorrowful heart.
The most devastating thing about realizing you’re not fit to run a cult, is the fact that you lack the most understated yet important aspect of it: believing in the agenda you want to spread. How could you guide all those helpless, simple-minded sheep while questioning whether your destination is real or not? Maybe that Canaan has nothing to do with milk and honey, instead it’s just a pile of rubble.
You soon got tired of it all. His drive, his goal, all too impossible to achieve. Maybe he knew he could never make it happen, but it consumed him regardless. You’ve lost the most cherished parts of him to his hatred, his deeply repressed rage against any injustices he had to deal with after the infamous Star Plasma incident.
You weren’t sure about your feelings towards Geto anymore. Were you afraid of him? Angry at him? Bitter? Disappointed? Worried? It all turned into mush, a grotesque, black liquid as the thin walls of the temple slowly made you feel like they were closing in on you. You had no idea how much time you had, until your unresolved feelings will taint the whole place.
You always circled back to the worst possible action to protect your soft, aching heart… When you thought that nothing will change for the better, you wanted to run away. You wanted to hide. The ambivalence of your feelings towards him weighed on your heart and conscience, like a thousand stones. You loved him, yet you loathed what has become of him. Despite that you trusted him with the map of your soul, made it through all the highs and lows of your relationship so far, all the deep abysses of pain and suffering.
Maybe you should run, just for the sake of it. To test how it will make you feel. Will it make you feel freed? At ease? Will it lift the weights on your chest? Will this sense of incoming doom vanish?
Maybe you should find Gojo. He wouldn’t condemn you, but he would be disappointed. If you set your judgement and resentment to aside, he’s the only one who can talk with the higher ups to scratch your name off the list of curse users who are on death row.
How much time did you need to forge your plan? Not even a single minute. It was only natural for you to memorize everybody’s routine, how to distinguish the sound of their steps, to pick a timeframe when nobody is lurking around the halls. The first (and probably last) time you were glad those who have hurt you gave you a skill, besides the ability to harness cursed energy of course. They made you stealthy, alert, observant.
And when Geto left you to cater to his followers, you decided to put your plan into action.
Your body is strung tight with the tension of waiting, agitation making you feel as if you were unraveling at the seams - but something deep inside of your mind pleaded for you to stay. Agony and anxiety were plaguing you until you’ve found enough courage to get up and sneak out. Now, you had the chance to show off everything you’ve learned: sliding the doors shut so slowly that they don’t make a noise, walking down the corridors with socked feet, carefully putting the middle parts of your feet on the floor, instead of your heels, easily avoiding those parts that creak.
Sometimes, when he was immersed in his thoughts, he was amused by how faint your steps sounded.
An involuntary instinct warns you. It’s trying to convince you that he can see you through the eyes of bodhisattvas residing in the thangka paintings decorating the walls. You almost give up your quest as you glance at the depiction of Vajrabhairava. In all its anger, with its six faces and twelve limbs. A dreadful beast that defies death itself.
You don’t want to do this to him, do you?
You look away from the painting, focusing on getting your shoes on and climbing out through the window. As you’re squatting on the windowpane, you can see all of Tokyo stretched out beneath you. You’re a little bit annoyed that all temples are built on a mountain. A long way to go, but you can never know when this place will turn into a funeral pyre.
It’s a little bit too easy. There’s no sign of surveillance curses nearby, you only need to slide down on the wet tiles, jump up high, land in the mud and let yourself be swallowed by the darkness of the forest. You specifically picked your least conspicuous clothes to blend into your surroundings perfectly. And the cold and murky night will let you go safely. The leaves will conceal your tracks.
So many things are working in your favor tonight.
You know there’s no need to rush. You can only draw attention to yourself if you are running around, creating noise and disturbing the wildlife. You don’t even use a flashlight, you have to get used to the darkness, the full Moon will guide you with all her dazzling light. And after that, Tokyo will do the same, with its crowded streets and all its places to hide.
There’s a weird kind of tranquility in your heart. How the cold prickles your skin, the moisture in the air, the faint noise of the creatures dwelling under the leaves, up in the trees, singing, chirping, crawling. The scent of wet soil, the gentle caress of the wind…
Now, you feel free.
As you walk deeper and deeper into the woods, you feel lighter, you feel like you could fly away, like you could dance all the way towards your destination. You’re thinking about actually doing that, as if you got possessed by a strange spirit…
But the uneven, slippery ground makes you fall right into the mud. You squirmed a little, trying to get hold of a tree trunk and then…
Silence, dead silence.
Your heart sinks deep in your chest.
You know what it means. When nature falls silent. There’s…
There’s a threat nearby.
A primal instinct tells you to run.
There’s no way, there’s no fucking way that he already noticed you were gone.
Twigs whip at your skin as you’re running mindlessly. Wherever you end up, it will be fine, as long as you can enter the outskirts of the city. The cold night air stings your throat, your heaving breath leaves your mouth in puffy clouds. You feel the urge to cough, deep from your bone-dry lungs.
The ground beneath you turns soft and steep. You lose your poise, stumbling and rolling all the way down until you fall from a high clod of rain-washed soil. Your body collides with a cold, wet, yet incredibly hard and flat surface, fraying the skin on your palm and face. Your back and shoulders will be bruised by tomorrow, painting your body with black and blue spots. The pain ripples through your entire being, paralyzing you for a couple of moments.
As you slowly gathered your battered self from the ground with a grunt, you realize you landed on a road. It’s a good sign, you’re not so far from civilization. But instead of following the road, cutting through the forest is the wiser decision.
Your relief is short-lived, just like a may fly.
A sinister feeling takes hold on you. It makes you freeze, squeezing your insides. Like you’re sitting in the jaw of an eldritch beast. You slowly turn back to the direction of your fall.
The lights are flickering.
You grab on the guardrail for dear life. You try to fill your lungs with shaky breaths, your heart desperately beating against your ribcage. Your trembling knees barely keep you upright, yet nothing can make you move. You have been found, you’re defeated, there’s no point in running away from him. The injuries, the already forming bruises will only deplete your strength.
How could you fight him? You’re aware that if he wanted to, he could break your bones and twist your body at the joints with an arm behind his back.
How could you outrun him? He’s capable of summonning a swarm of curses before you even take a step.
How could you make war with him?
Three of the lamp lights were already out, you stared into the darkness, the boundless abyss right before your eyes. You can’t even force yourself to blink.
And when the lights came back on, he was just standing there. Without breaking a sweat. Your pulse feels non-existent.
What infuriated you even more was that he wasn’t wearing his gojo-kesa. The motherfucker even gave you a head start by changing into something comfortable before he came to fetch you. Or simply he noticed your absence later than you expected.
Whatever, both is bad news for you.
He doesn’t utter a single word, he merely walks towards you. Slowly cornering you. Feasting on the terror on your face. Meanwhile you can’t unravel what could possibly be going on in his mind. The only thing you notice is that those violet sparks in his eyes are so sharp they could cut yours out of their sockets.
Should you give up? Should you beg for forgiveness?
But then, an idea blooms inside your mind.
You don’t hide your fear, you let your body tremble freely, fingers desperately clinging onto the metal, with your shoulders hunched to protect your neck and your wide, frightened eyes stare back at him. Letting him believe that you won’t fight back. That he can take you back to the temple and throw you back into your cage.
And when his foot hits the bisector, you jump. Right into the nothingness behind your back.
You fall on leaves and broken twigs again. You roll and roll with such speed you can’t comprehend the growing distance. Not even having an idea of how far you’re from him. Small rocks, branches, hardened roots of trees, bones all cut, scratch and pierce you. But you endure it, you’ll undergo any torture if it meant you’ll be freed. Your only hope is that the adrenaline will deal with the pain.
Suddenly, you violently crash into a tree, the ridged texture imprints deeply into your stomach. Acid bursts from your throat. Your diaphragm didn’t avoid the hit either, breathing is not unlike Sisyphean task as you try to get your shaking limbs to stand. Your mind is disturbed by the lack of air and your desperate attempts at getting yourself together. You’re wheezing like a dog. You must look pathetic, you think.
It takes almost all of your mental strength to calm down and slowly breathe through your nose, your lungs finally opening. But Geto won’t let you recover, you hear the fallen leaves getting crushed under his feet. You take a few sharp, ragged breaths, like it’s the last drag of a cigarette before the train comes and then, you move.
You hide behind a thick pine tree, palms covering your mouth and nose. The lack of oxygen is just another frustrating hindrance to your successful escape plan. Dizziness fills your head like a thick fog and sucks the strength out of your shins, needing to lean against the trunk to keep yourself standing. You try to conceal your cursed energy with all your might. A tracker who’s untraceable is a useful pawn in the hands of the higher ups, this skill made you a cherished student back in the day. Back when everything was so… no, it’s only the nostalgia making you wistful, it wasn’t any better.
The rustling gets quieter, you wait until the sound eventually dies. An almost muted sigh of relief leaves your lips in a thick cloud, dancing in the cold air.
From the corner of your eye, a floating form cuts through the pale moonlight.
Looking closely at its shape, you realize what kind of curse it is. The beetle looking one that attacks instantly once it senses movement. You can’t believe it, you’re going to -
The curse drags itself into your aura, scanning your form that is fused with the pine. Every muscle is tensed, you’re stiff as a board, you suppress every reflex in your eye and empty chest. You’re just like a statue, a corpse, showing no signs of life. Only an agonizing scream echoes inside your skull. A scream that puts mental breakdowns to shame.
It’s like an eternity until the curse finally disappears from your sight.
You definitely look exhausted, your body is limp and heavy like lead. But you must keep going at all costs, even if you have no idea how many curses are sent after you. You walk around the mountain instead of going down like he’d expect it.
Slowly yet surely, you calm yourself down. You know that you’re still in his grasp, but you still have a chance to outsmart him. You go deeper and deeper, you’re near the heart of the forest now. The moonlight barely crawls through the leaves, it’s easier to navigate according to what you hear rather than to what you see. The surroundings are growing eerie, you ache for light and warmth. And the longing sucks a bit of spirit out of you.
Before you can start questioning yourself, the sound of running water fills your ears.
A narrow, yet fast running stream plowed through the forest. Though you were unsure of staying close to the stream, going through it and getting to the other side sounds like a smart idea. As you take a reluctant step, you realize the water is ice cold. And when you dive into it further, enduring the strong current, it’s not as shallow as you believed. You’re submerged all the way up to your thighs. At its deepest point, the stream hugs your waist. The cold makes your movements slow and rigid, your teeth clang together in a frenzy. The bottom is filled with smooth, flat pebbles, they make it easy to -
You slip on the rounded, polished stones and fall into the stream. The freezing temperature makes your skin shrink, it prickles you like a thousand needles. Scared, you crawl around the bottom, trying to get a hold of something and emerge back to the surface. A sharp, burning pain wakes in your palm, tears streaming down your cheeks. You try to swallow your scream, but it wants to burst from your lungs, you grunt and whimper until you can bite down on your sweatshirt, letting the material muffle your shout. Your gaze fixates on your hand and even in the darkness of the night, you see blood oozing from the deep cut, from your own torn flesh. The urge to retch is strong.
You palm is plunged back into the cool water, in hope of easing the pain.
He calls out your name right behind you.
You crawl out of the water, running from him, just as before. It doesn't matter how many times you trip, fall, stumble. It doesn’t matter how your fresh wounds end up in the mud, you don’t have it in you care about the pain or the looming threat of an infection. You hear him trying to reason with you. You must come back home, you’re injured, you’re bleeding. He must take care of you.
Why are you running? Where could you go? Who’s going to help you recover?
No, you mustn’t let your determination crumble. But oh… it sounds so easy. Giving in to your hopelessness.
An evergreen bush becomes your shelter to collect yourself and check on your wound, which is aching from all the dirt and is still bleeding. Water is dripping from your hair, your clothes are soaked, makes it easier for the cold night air to bite into you, to shake the whole length of your body. Your fingers are hardly moving and have no strength in them. The adrenaline is starting to wear off. You feel alone, small, and vulnerable. You’re freezing, scarred and aching. All the things you see in the dark twist into creepy, threatening forms. Everything that surrounds you is suddenly dangerous. As a lonely spider crawls within your field of vision, you flinch. The world around you is evil and everything is after your flesh.
And the only person who can save you is the one you’re running away from.
What are you going to do now? Fight, flight, or freeze? Which instinct is going to win this time? Because comprehensible thoughts won’t work on you. Every little layer of a fully-fledged human with a conscience has been stripped from you. You left them scattered everywhere in the woods. You’re nothing more than a primordial shell of a being.
Ceremonial horns wake in the distance, soon followed by howling. They let the dogs out to hunt you down. Poor, little hare. Your own stupidity has woken up the beast.
Who is like unto the beast?
You defeat the paralyzing dread and decide on flight. You dash out from the bushes, but - Oh… your eye. Your soft doe eye. There’s something in it. And your tears have an oddly metallic taste on your tongue.
And power was given him over all kindreds, and tongues, and nations.
You wish you could see yourself from the outside, but you’re probably nowhere near as majestic as you think you are. Right now you feel like you’re the fastest, stealthiest creature who’s ever lived, even if your muscles are almost torn, weak, and tensed. This is the last crumb of your strength, this is your all.
And all that dwell upon the earth shall worship him.
You don’t dare to look back. You know he’s there. He’s so close, he’s orbiting around you like a moon does with its planet. As if all of this is a dance. A hunt is a dance with a coital rhythm. And mother nature is the audience to your deadly waltz.
And he doeth great wonders, so that he maketh fire come down from heaven on the earth in the sight of men.
He takes your hand in his. Gentle and kind. To not scare you any further. You snap like an electric current under his touch, but you break free and zigzag between the trees.
He grabs your waist. Forcefully. It scares you this time. You escape from his embrace before he can swallow you whole. But he might have bit your throat during the process, you feel something trailing down your collarbones. You hear your bones crack.
It was all a mistake. You are a mistake. But mistakes can be forgiven, right? He has forgiven you so many times, you can’t even think of a number.
You slide down on a slope, leaves stick to your clothes, and you drop onto a thick trunk of a fallen oak. Tensive pain ripples in your side. You should stand up and run, but you can’t move. You won’t move. What’s wrong with you? What kind of prey gives the fight up before its last breath? But you think about your frozen limbs, the pain in your palm, your back, your shoulder blades, everywhere. You think about home… you want to go home or be left here to die. But the thought of dying here, alone, makes your heart palpitate rapidly, like there’s not enough air to fill your lungs. Your breathing becomes desperate, panicked even. Your chest hurts, your ribcage is ready to break apart by your racing heartbeat. You press your palms against your head, clawing into your hair. Every little morsel of you is bursting into a tremor. The connection between your mind, your body and the world cease to exist. And that lovely, unlimited stretch of space inside your consciousness is shaken, it’s in utter chaos. Breaking into tiny little pieces, like glass, like porcelain. Tears and plucks like paper and fabric. Shrieks and wails, rejecting the only thing that makes all creatures on this plane of existence agitated over their own mortality.
You’re doomed.
Unconsciously, your limbs curl into the very same position you took when you saw the world for the first time, protecting your belly and face, making you seem small. Geto knows you only do that when you fear what might happen to you, despite being unaware of the kind of terror your brain had subjected you to. That’s why he approaches you slowly, making no sudden movements as he picks you up gently, like one would lift a porcelain figure from the ground. When you open your eyes, he had already settled you into his lap as the manta ray curse lifts the two of you up to mount the skies.
You have no idea if he hunted you down or saved you from your own demise.
What a defiant, ungrateful creature you are, you think. You tried so viciously to run away from your burden, and now you feel safe with him again, you dare clinging to him, you dare seek his warmth. The contradicting thoughts and desires torture you on the way back. There’s only one faint voice inside your head that’s capable of calming you down, able to keep your sanity intact…
You’re the lost sheep, and he’s the shepherd who searched all over the world to find you. And he’ll bring you back to the flock, and he’ll love you more than the rest of them.
Your false god. Your fallacious savior. Will he forgive you if you repent on your knees? Until they get bloody and bruised?
Back at the temple, he refuses to let you take even a step on your own. You weren’t born to run, to soil your soles with the ground that filthy monkeys walk on. You’re meant to be worshipped, to claim the whole world as yours beneath dainty, soft feet.
The warm lamplight and the comfort of your shared room helps you unwind. To shift back into a much more civilized, humanlike state. And as you practically glue yourself to the heater, you notice more dirt, more cuts, more blood marring your flesh than you expected.
When you take off your grimy sweatshirt, shoes, and socks, Geto is towering over you. There’s nothing imposing about him, he looks rather troubled as he sighs.
“What do I do with you?”
You roll your eyes. Oh, the good old rhetorical question. He has no idea if he should treat your wounds first, bathe you or break your leg just like the Gospel says.
“Come, let me take a look at your hand.”
You see your reflection in the mirror, and you’re horrified. Your right eye is bloodshot, a deep cut is splitting through your lower lip. You’re drenched in mud, already dried on your face along with some patches of wine dark blood. Together they seal the scraped skin on your cheek, makes your hair stick together into thick strands, accessorized with pine leaves and other remains from your little hike. You’re blistered and torn, you can barely recognize yourself.
It's pleasant to rinse your hands with warm water at the sink, but the sight makes your stomach twist. That nasty wound is too deep, it has to be sewn shut. A shiver races down on your spine when you see the first aid kit. He soaks a fresh gauze pad with wound solution and guides it towards the gaping cut with a pair of tweezers. The sting is horrible, the burning sensation rivals acid being poured straight into your flesh, it makes you grunt and hiss. He gives you a moment to breathe and collect yourself then he continues, despite your whimpers and twitching, tensed fingers. But the pain pales in comparison to when he swipes a new, clean pad inside your wound, cleaning it of all the filth. A pathetic cry erupts from your throat.
“Stop.” you sob, pulling your hand away to hug it close to your chest. You’re too distressed to realize that the temporary discomfort is necessary. But maybe this whole act is nothing but another one of his silly little games.
He places a finger under your eye, close to your lashes and collects your tears. The sight of you crying is somehow not worth of savoring to him. Before any little drop of your sorrow and regret can roll down your cheek like diamonds, he smears them, as if they could make your misery vanish. Well, they can’t. It frustrates you that you can’t let your feelings manifest because he’s ready to devour them just like his curses.
He doesn’t care that your face is caked in dirt, blood and tears, he lifts your chin up to kiss you. Deeply. You’re not reprimanded for not kissing him back.
You were right, he’s definitely toying with you. He makes it hurt before he soothes the ache. He creates a connection in your mind. Like you’re the dog of Pavlov, slowly conditioned to associate him with anything that makes the human heart fill with delight.
The tiles attract your attention much more than watching how the curved needle dives into your skin, how the thread closes the wound proficiently. Your features soften for a moment. Shoko would be so proud of him... Not for the reason he got so good at it though. He learnt to treat his wounds for the sole purpose of not letting a non-sorcerer doctor ever touch him.
He’s crazy. Vile. Petty. And delusional. It drives you crazy too.
But when your stitched hand is wrapped up in bandages, you seriously think about thanking him for putting up with you. For not being angry at you.
“Maybe this will make you reconsider your actions next time.” he remarks in a flat tone, concealing what’s going on in his mind.
You keep your gratitude to yourself.
But it’s not an easy task when he continues spoiling you, with so much care that it rivals motherly love. How he rinses all the grime out of your hair, how he gives you a moment of peace in a tub filled with plain, warm water, no bubbles or scented oils to irritate your scarred, sensitive skin. He dries you, brushes your hair and fills the whole bedroom with the calming notes of lavender and cedarwood coming from the incense burners. But he’s just so fixated on your injuries… every scratch, every surface level cut is thoroughly sanitized. It’s still humiliating, even when you’re the one sitting comfortably on the bed and he’s kneeling on the floor.
You’re afraid the extra pampering will twist your reasoning and resolve. That’s all part of the mind games he plays. You know he’ll go out on his way to prove that the world outside is cruel, that this is the only place where you’re safe, loved. In his proximity, under his hand.
And somewhere, deep down, you admit that he’s close to convincing you.
It makes you mad, you want to tear him to shreds, you want to weep for him just like Mary did under the cross. There’s still care, there’s still love under all those layers of burning hatred. What remains is twisted though, but it is there.
After you’re patched up, he glances up at you, thumb brushing your lip right next to that nasty cut. His other hand is resting where your thigh and knee meet. It’s a sign, a warning.
“Was it worth it, little lamb?” his tone is soothing and playful. So close to being outright mockery.
You reflect in silence, averting your gaze from him. All those scars and discolored skin, your disturbed mind, and the ache in your bones - you realize that your stupid little plan was futile. Totally unnecessary, it’s no achievement you can be proud of. At least if you’re not as masochistic as to pride yourself on your injuries. But the fact that he can recognize the parallels coats your answer with bile.
“No.”
Because you know that you can be so much more… There’re unlimited possibilities to a repented non-believer. And now you know that being his doubting Thomas has no benefits.
Maybe you did lose your faith in him, like the lamb in that story, to eventually realize how much you need him and vice versa. But you’re not satisfied with being a lost sheep. You just haven’t decided on your role in his Gospel yet. This is your call, you don’t know exactly which part of him calls out to you, but you’re satisfied with either of them. Whether it’s a prophet, a messiah, a beast, or the devil itself. The fallen Morningstar who used to be the favorite.
This can be your true Genesis.
“Go on, break my leg if you want to. There’s meaning in that, at least.” you dare echo his last words to Gojo, clean and low.
And your bones remain whole.
You’re relieved. Though you’re sick of his maneuvers with your mind, you’re aware their purpose is not to hurt you or punish you. These aching limbs of yours go limp as he crawls into bed next to you. The arm you were scared of coils around your waist. Viciously tight, much like a snake. The snake that corrupted Eve in the garden. The one that made her sin, got her cast out of paradise, the one that turned her whole world upside down. And maybe Eve did fall in love with the serpent, the worst creature that God had ever created. But even though he caused the fall of mankind, the serpent freed you from the clutches of a jealous, ungrateful god who denied knowledge from his own creations. Now you have the passion to rebel, to prove your creator wrong, to avenge his mistreatment. Give in to the temptation of your snake, believe his honeyed words, accept the fruit for a second time. Because you still remember the taste, oh so sweet and luscious. And with all the power he wields, you can win back your lost Eden or re-build it on earth, the home you’re both yearning for. It’s a promise between the two of you, silent, because words are not needed, only closure.
Something warm blooms inside your chest. Yes, that’s it! You can finally feel it now…
The very first ounce of belief.
#jujutsu kaisen x reader#getou suguru x reader#jjk x reader#suguru geto x reader#idk why but geto is very downward spiral coded to me#fun fact the title is another song by nin lmao#and i dont delibaretely write him as a yandere but somehow i finish a fic and reread an then... whoops he's yandere#geto suguru x reader#meesa writes
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Been listening to the fruits by Paris Paloma and I realize how much the lyrics for both Aphmau and Zane.
“‘Angel’ you call me does he know that I’m falling? From the precipice that I tripped off long ago? ‘You’re so pure’ he says, does he know that I’m forsaken? The original sinner but soon you’ll know”
This one is so Aphmau’s with the fact that she’s literally an angel but also the more we learn about Irene the more we realize that Irene was a terrible person.
And even if you take the Rebirth route…it still would make sense. Everyone thinks Aphmau is an innocent person with no memory but she’s Irene. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.
“Devil, you call me but seem to be enjoying the fruits of my labour that came to me too young. When he stole my virtue I’m glad it seems to serve you that I was born a daughter and not a son…”
Man I can go into the complexities on how Zane was groomed into lordship by Garte bc Garroth seemed hesitant to wanting the lordship that he needed to start molding him so young that he didn’t make the same mistake but I won’t.
But I can see Zane talking about Garroth in this song, like “You’re calling me Devil but you can enjoy faking your death to start a new life and leaving me to hold up the Ro’meave lineage of Tyrants. Glad I can still serve the future lord of O’khasis!”
Zane is definitely not a good person but he could throw the point so hard at Garroth’s face it would give him a black eye.
#I will always love comparing both Zane and Aphmau as foils to each other#like even their names are on opposite sides of the alphabet#aphblr#aphverse#mcd#minecraft diaries#minecraft diaries rewrite#minecraft diaries aphmau#analysis#the fruits
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ᯓ★ PALAYE ROYALE PROMPTS, a collection of prompts / lyrics taken from palaye royale’s songs from their album, the bastards.
( mentions of possibly triggering subjects such as violence, self-harm, death and more. )
✦ LITTLE BASTARDS
i can’t take this. i’ve been a little patient.
i’ve got to get away a little faster.
run, you little bastards.
fake friends all around, they watch while i drown. no one is there to help me.
sometimes i’ve been losing my mind, running out of faith.
i’ve been feeling lonely, put me in my place.
so, fuck you — i don’t even like you.
no sleep, got another nosebleed. i can’t feel my face.
✦ ANXIETY
indecisions have been breaking my sanity.
retaliation when i’m full of anxiety.
a band-aid on a bullet hole that’s still bleeding.
numb you up until you can’t feel a goddamn thing.
a generation full of anti-sobriety. a generation that is full of anxiety.
all the voices in your head that keep talking.
all the blood on your skin that keeps crawling.
i was born to be anything i wanted to be, raised to be fucking mean.
i’m a masterpiece.
blasphemy meet again in a world so vicious.
mothers scream, fathers drink and all you bastards scream.
✦ TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT I DIE
lonely, another day. drowning, please save me.
i am struggling in my own daydream.
i know i can’t live much longer, hear the angels sing.
could I be a prisoner to the voices in my brain.
my mind is gone to waste, can’t stand to look at my face.
all these thoughts inside my head will be silenced by the bang.
believe me when i say tonight is the night i die.
as i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i look at you as i take my last breath.
as i die and fall to the floor, my pain and suffering is no more.
✦ LONELY
my life don’t mean that much to me so i’m living for you.
and you can’t stand the sight of me so what’s the point of this fucked up catastrophe?
i pop these pills to waste some time as i’m fading.
too lazy for a suicide, i just watch the days pass hoping to die.
daydreaming of my funeral — like who would show, bet no one would go.
hey dad, would you show up for me now? just to bury your little boy in the ground.
you broke my heart when you left me.
so sick and tired of being alone. so long, farewell — i’m on my own.
i dug this grave i call my home.
✦ NERVOUS BREAKDOWN
twist the knife just a bit further.
don’t look at me — i think about murder.
i think i’m about to explode. i think i’m goin’ to have a nervous breakdown.
start to feel myself panic again and all the blood rushes to my head.
you say you love me but you still left me — i guess that’s why i hate myself.
you say it’s over but you’re still calling — i guess that’s why i live in hell.
my brain has been fucked enough. please, stop wasting all my thoughts.
cut my throat and please let me go.
✦ MASOCHIST
’cause i’ve been craving your sweet haven.
so i keep turning while your body burns to the ground.
don’t try to tell me that i should go softly.
just look me in my eyes and feed me your sweet lies.
i’ll cut through your alibis.
hang a cross upside down. your church is burning down.
just take me for the night.
✦ BLACK SHEEP
do you see what i’ve become? why are you still holding on?
something lingers in my veins, that’s telling me i’m not the same.
i am sinking now. the water’s over my ears and i can’t hear no sounds.
scream out or drown — can you hear the voice say now?
go home and back to sleep, and count the black sheep.
go on away from me, i am the black sheep.
you said it’s all in my head, you said it’s all in my brain.
there’s nothing left that you can say to me.
i am everything you hate.
i am unwanted, i’m not the answer. you were hoping that i’d change.
you push me down once again because i seem different.
✦ STAY
i see you for what you are
it’s something in your eyes that look past my scars.
where do you go when you leave in the night? ‘cause i see those teary eyes.
i am the only hope for you and you are the only hope for me, too.
i just wanted you.
so stay this time. don’t go away.
the end is near, i really don’t want to know.
it’s haunting me to watch you go.
✦ REDEEMER
can’t you see that everyone is dying?
the animals are crying, religions are dividing as my family keeps on fighting.
now i’m caught in something — my eternal suffering.
looking for the meaning of it all but i got nothing.
don’t know where i’ll go when i die, must be better than this.
ain’t it sad when you got nowhere to go? got no place to call your home. burden to everyone you know.
i try just not to think about my life so i do another line. it keeps me numb just for the night.
and i’m here just waiting for you to come home.
and i’m screaming all on my own with the revolver and a note.
will you please pick up the phone? will you please come back home?
#rp memes#rp prompts#indie rp#ask meme#music starters#rp sentence starters#rp sentence meme#rp sentence prompts#sentence starters#sentence meme#sentence prompts#rp meme#lyric sentence starters#lyric starters#palaye royale#the bastards#mine*#prompts*
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hand in unlovable hand,
a soukoku playlist
╰┈➤ + some lyrics that remind me of them
I'm your man - Mitski
"You're an angel, I'm a dog
Or you're a dog and I'm your man
You believe me like a God
I destroy you like I am"
Cold Love - Rainbow Kitten Surprise
"It's second nature to love you, it's first to die
And we were killed upon waking, killed upon waking to the life
We weren't prepared to live but rebelled to realize
We were killed upon the pavement, Bonnie we're immortalized in"
If You Can't Live Without Me, Why Aren't You Dead Yet? - Mayday Parade
"When you hear this chorus
Do you miss the way the world was spinning for us?
Do you hurt the way that I do?
After all this time you leave me broken
This song is every word I left unspoken
When you hear this, girl, I'm hoping that you think of us
That you think of us"
Every You Every Me - Placebo
"Like the naked leads the blind
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind
Sucker love I always find
Someone to bruise and leave behind
All alone in space and time
There's nothing here but what here's mine
Something borrowed, something blue
Every me and every you"
Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want - Deftones
"Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had
Can make a good man bad
So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time"
Out Of The Black - Royal Blood
"You made a fool out of me
And took the skin off my back running
So don't breathe when I talk
'Cause you haven't been spoken to
I got a gun for my mouth
And a bullet with your name on it
But a trigger for a heart
Bleeding blood from an empty pocket"
Black Sheep - Metric
"Hello again, friend of a friend, I knew you when
Our common goal was waiting for the world to end
Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend
You crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again"
The Chain - Fleetwood Mac
"And if you don't love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you saying
You would never break the chain"
Francesa - Hozier
"My life was a storm, since I was born
How could I fear any hurricane?
If someone asked me at the end
I'll tell them put me back in it
Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah
If I could hold you for a minute
Darling, I'd go through it again,"
Kiss With a Fist - Florence + The Machine
"I broke your jaw once before
I spilled your blood upon the floor
You broke my leg in return
So sit back and watch the bed burn
Love sticks, sweat drips
Break the lock if it don't fit"
Tongues & Teeth - The Crane Wives
"I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel
It's all that I can give to you, my dear
And when you come in quick to steal a kiss
My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear"
Night Shift - Lucy Dacus
"Am I a masochist, resisting urges to punch you in the teeth
Call you a bitch and leave?
Why did I come here? To sit and watch you stare at your feet?
What was the plan? Absolve your guilt and shake hands?
I feel no need to forgive but I might as well
But let me kiss your lips so I know how it felt
Pay for my coffee and leave before the sun goes down
Walk for hours in the dark feeling all hell"
Decode - Paramore
"The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it's hanging on your tongue
Just boiling in my blood
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are
If you're a man at all
Well, I will figure this one out on my own"
Landfill - Daughter
"Well this is torturous
Electricity between both of us
And this is dangerous
'Cause I want you so much
But I hate your guts"
Romantic Homicide - d4vd
"In the back of my mind
You died
And I didn't even cry
No, not a single tear
And I'm sick of waiting patiently for someone that won't even arrive"
You Get Me So High - The Neighbourhood
"If you can just let me know if it's okay
To call you when I'm lonely"
Snap Out Of It - Arctic Monkeys
"Forever isn't for everyone
Is forever for you?"
The Other Side of Paradise - Glass Animals
"Bye bye baby blue
I wish you could see the wicked truth
Caught up in a rush, it's killing you
Screaming at the sun, you blow into
Curled up in a grip when we were us
Fingers in a fist like you might run
I settle for a ghost I never knew
Superparadise I held on to
But I settle for a ghost"
$TING - The Neighbourhood
"If you were human
If you were who I assumed you were
You wouldn't have done this"
Eventually - Tame Impala
"Wish I could turn you back into a stranger
'Cause if I was never in your life
You wouldn't have to change it"
Do Me a Favour - Arctic Monkeys
"It's the beginning of the end
The car went up the hill and disappeared around the bend
Ask anyone, they'll tell you
That it's these times that it tends
To start to break in half, to start to fall apart
Hold on to your heart"
505 - Arctic Monkeys
"But I crumble completely when you cry
It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye
I'm always just about to go and spoil the surprise
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon"
I Only Lie When I Love You - Royal Blood
"I only lie when I love you
I only crawl when I hit the ground
You only cry when I love you
I only lie when I make a sound"
Vampire Empire - Big Thief
"Well, I walked into your dagger for the last time
It's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow
Where you can't seem to hold me, can't seem to let me go
So I can't find surrender and I can't keep control"
Neon Roses - The Technicolors
"But I still can't find a malice
It's a thrill slow shot reaction
But I never knew you at all"
Vampire - Olivia Rodrigo
"I've made some real big mistakes
But you make the worst one look fine
I should've known it was strange
You only come out at night
I used to think I was smart
But you've made me look so naive
The way you sold me for parts
As you sunk your teeth into me,"
Youngblood - 5 Seconds of Summer
"You push and you push and I'm pulling away
Pulling away from you
I give and I give and I give and you take
Give and you take"
Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys
"Crawling back to you
Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?
'Cause I always do
Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new"
#soukoku#nakahara chuuya#dazai osamu#osamu dazai#chuuya nakahara#bsd chuuya#bsd dazai#bsd#bungou stray dogs#spotify playlist#skk#double black#i wanted to put all the lyrics but the playlist is so long it would take hours..#but if anyone wants to talk about any lyrics of the songs i put feel glad to message me!!#i like them a normal amount (playlist with 100+ songs)#soukoku playlist#music playlist#spotify
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Tagged by @vonlipvig and it's come around at a great time because I've actually been finishing media lately. Imagine that.
Last song/piece I listened to: Chor Bazari from Love Aaj Kal. AZAD HOON MAIN TUJHSE! AZAD HAI TU MUJHSE! wait i just noticed that the lyrics are saying "now i'm free from you, now you're free from me" but it's using the most informal 'you.' Which kinda implies they still have a degree of emotional intimacy despite being exes. Despite the whole song being about how they're exes who are handling this reunion super maturely even if they're bemused by it all lol. Interesting.
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(also Deepika was still in her awkward rookie actress phase here but I can see the glimmers of the kind of stuff that would go on to make her really good at more naturalistic roles.)
(great now I want to rewatch it even though I remember it being the platonic ideal of a timepass hahah. If only to rewatch the sequence where early on they have a 'we're breaking up!' party because they dont want to do long distance and then later on she calls him from the airport and they have this lighthearted conversation talking about their gripes with one another that they never mentioned in the relationship in order to keep the peace.)
Last book I read: Diavola by Jennifer Thorne. Horror novel about the bisexual disaster black sheep of a family going to a family reunion in Italy and... oops [cocks gun] villa's haunted.
On one hand is it kind of a mess with weird pacing and some dropped plot threads and it has multiple themes that don't quite congeal? Yes.
On the other hand, did it FUCK MAJORLY?? Yep!! Probably my favorite book I've read this year so far. So cathartic.
Last film I watched: Piku, solely to look at several actors' faces and it delivered on that front.
Last TV series: I don't... know? I think it might have been that documentary series about Nickelodeon. And I'm glad survivors got to tell their stories, but like a lot of recent true crime documentaries about systemic crimes I felt like it didn't go deep enough. For every Dan Schneider, there are quite a few people above people him in the corporate ladder who have to sign off on their abuses. But that's all very bleak so let's move on. (Also it turned out I am still not far away enough from The Old Job to really be able to deal with this content.)
Last video game: Pentiment! I was playing a "choose the rudest option" round and was shocked every character hated me.
Last thing I googled: Diavola to remind myself of the author's name.
Last thing I ate: Pasta and broccoli.
Sweet, savory, or spicy: Spicy.
Amount of sleep: As usual I genuinely don't know how much was actual sleep and how much was lying around half awake.
Currently reading: Uhhhh so many things. My Lent resolution to only read things I own and/or have started didn't go too well (but better than I had been before because I actually finished some things.) I'm probably going to try and make an effort to return Emily Wilson's Iliad translation and/or the biography on J. Dilla.
Currently watching: Uhhh does watching the Murder on the Orient Express play all the way through every other night count?
Tagging @onetrueharem @ponydeathisland @amarguerite @invaders-forever @sickfreaksirkay aaaand honestly everyone who wants to do. And doesn't want to YOU LOT ESPECIALLY
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WIP Music (it's not) Monday (anymore)
Thank you @inafieldofdaisies for tagging me in this week's post. 🥰Sorry for the delay!
The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I’m also including the lyrics.
Afflicted.
Stop staring, you're the reason I feel so unhappy all the time. Look, I've given you everything I know how. You're standing on top of my shoe keeping me from gaining ground. Look I'm sorry if you feel like I let you down.
Can you tell me what have I done so wrong to you? Tell me what am I supposed to do?
I should be loved by you That I know is true. I can't breathe when you're around! I should be held at night. That I know is right. I can't breathe when you're around!
You're too scared, scared of all of it... I get that feeling you're talking to the wall. Can you hear me at all? My world was shaking, my mind was quaking, my heart kept breaking I threw it against the wall. Can you feel me at all?
Can you tell me what have I done so wrong...to you? Tell me what am I supposed to do? I got a feeling you're falling out of love with me. Tell me, who am I supposed to be?
Parenesis.
All this feels strange and untrue And I won't waste a minute without you My bones ache, my skin feels cold And I'm getting so tired and so old
The anger swells in my guts And I won't feel these slices and cuts I want so much to open your eyes 'Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you'll open your eyes Tell me that you'll open your eyes Tell me that you'll open your eyes Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Get up, get out, get away from these liars 'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time
Every minute from this minute now We can do what we like anywhere I want so much to open your eyes 'Cause I need you to look into mine
Tell me that you'll open your eyes Tell me that you'll open your eyes Tell me that you'll open your eyes Tell me that you'll open your eyes
Tell me that you'll open your eyes Tell me that you'll open your eyes Tell me that you'll open your eyes Tell me that you'll open your eyes
All this feels strange and untrue And I won't waste a minute without you
Untitled Johnny WIP.
I've been seeing things for how they really been And I can see it in your eyes, and still you call yourself my friend And you've been holding out again I've been hoping that you wouldn't be the one But this black sheep on my back has been my sign of what's to come And you've been holding out again
This is the last time and yes, this is the end I should've known one day you would betray my trust I'll tell you now I never liked you all that much
When you find yourself alone I'll just say I told you so You've always been and you will always be Nothing more than a memory And nothing at all to me
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around And you've been holding out again You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real And you've been holding out again
This is the last time, and yes, this is the end I should've known one day you would betray my trust I'll tell you now, I never liked you all that much
When you find yourself alone I'll just say I told you so You've always been and you will always be Nothing more than a memory
If your friends ain't what you thought they once were Then they ain't your brothers No, they ain't your brothers If your friends ain't what you thought they once were Then they ain't your brothers No, he ain't your brother
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#music monday#harley x jacob#evangeline x joseph#austin x john#<- one of my favorite songs for them!#far cry 5 wip#wip playlist#music tag games#spotify#tagged 🖤#Spotify
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Hi. I will be opening requests for my favorite gremlin (whenever I get the motivation). for now, enjoy my hcs for them
Mary is, essentially, a feral cat
They absolutely hate touching, and they're wary of new people
It's joked about in the band that everyone knows Mary, but no one knows Mary
The band knows the real side of Mary since they're all close to each other, and Mary can occasionally get a little chatty when they're drunk
And yes, it did cause them to pause when Mary started to trauma dump but disguised it as jokes
Mary actually recoils back when touched, especially if they don't know or like you
You'll get one (1) warning, and if you continue to touch them, they're going to become violent
And no, you're not getting help. The rest of the band knows you got a warning, and even if anyone tried stopping Mary, they would just attack the other person as well
Now, Mary is okay with handshakes and the occasional hug from a fan, but they just request that it's not prolonged or pushed
When they let go, you let go. That's it
Their childhood wasn't the most wholesome, and they grew up as the black sheep of the family
While their siblings did everything their parents wanted to avoid the toxic outcome, Mary kept pushing back, which resulted in them becoming an angry person
They dropped out of high school at 17 and, on their 18th birthday, packed their things and left home. The part-time job they had throughout high school helped them find a small apartment to settle down in (and they may or may not have stolen money from their parents)
When they finally got their own apartment, they did some self-searching to figure out who they were and wanted to be
That happened to be a non-binary gremlin with a lot of mental problems and some weird tastes
They don't care what you call them. Man, woman, cryptic creature. It's all the same to them. So long as you don't say it in a derogatory way, they don't care
They also don't have a preference when it comes to a partner
All they want is someone that can love and accept them and their flaws, and will also respect their boundaries
Mary is pretty open-minded, and does wanna try anything at least once, but don't ask them to try something outrageous within the first week of knowing them
Although you will have to get used to Mary's hobbies
They won't force you to do anything with them, but don't bitch about what they enjoy either
Witchcraft is a big one, and you'll see jars, herbs, candles, and spell books lining their bookshelf, along with tarot decks, some crystals, and incense
Please fucking buy them incense, they're always running out and they can't always get to the store to buy more
They also love painting and may or may not have gotten paint on their apartment floor and tried to remove it, but only fucked up the wood
Contrary to popular belief, it's not always nudity or gore with their paintings
A lot of it is actually scenery, although they do enjoy the occasional portrait or two. There's even several paintings of their bandmates
If you manage to get your hands on their notebook, you're gonna see not only ideas for song lyrics, but sketches of people. Mary absolutely adores sketching people in natural poses. They're not a fan of someone posing for them, but instead, they wanna catch people in their natural element
You'll also realize that some of these sketches were the thumbnails of what would later become fully painted pieces
Don't be surprised if you get close to them and end up seeing sketches of yourself. Mary only sketches the people he finds interesting and that he's close with
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my name isn't mine is a song that, ostensibly, was made for boris and the dark survival from the perspective of boris, but it is my firm belief that this song is actually from the perspective of henry and in this essay i wi
so this reading of mnim stems from the lyrics working from both a literal and figurative perspective. literally -- very obvs it's boris. but figuratively? soooo many of the sentiments expressed in mnim fit a frustrated, depressed cycle henry to a perfect tee. (unintentionally, since we only learned the cycle henry is a different entity from the real world henry in batdr, but hey, art takes on a life of its own once it's unleashed onto the world ;) )
now, let's look at the things that are SOOOO immaculately fitting when read from the perspective of cycle henry (giddily kicking my feet).
i said come one, come all, enjoy the show
call me matpat because i am So excited to dissect this frame by frame obvious callback to blood and ink is obvious! but from henry's perspective, he's mockingly repeating joey's exaggerated mannerisms.
now you've got the heart, but do ya got the soul?
idk, henry, do YOU? but yea, introduction to the ink realm a la "welcome to my fucked up life," you don't even need a soul to end up here!
you gonna let me down? will you fit right in?
or will you drown in the pitch black ink of your sin?
a continuation of henry mocking joey — when you read this in (a caricature of) joey's voice, it actually lines up really well with him! henry brings up the three possible paths here of either letting joey down (leaving), "fitting right in" presumably with the rest of joey's victims (staying with the studio and its employees), or "drowning in the pitch black ink" of his "sin" (suffering in the cycle). note as well how henry equates his leaving joey and the studio to a sin, which was always a word associated with joey rather than henry.
they got ways to keep you quiet
they got ways to keep you tame
this would be him being forced to follow joey's script no matter what. "ways" is a suitably vague word to describe the "up from above" kind of power joey has that keeps henry from being able to break the script in any kind of way. the word tame is also a very demeaning word to use for a human, but it's definitely one i can see joey using -- or, at the very least, one that henry would use to imitate joey's attitude towards his employees. sammy may have been the one to call everyone sheep, but joey was definitely the one who meant it 🤪
now, what the hell did you expect from me?
i'm bound to break if you keep me bending
god u tell him u funky old man. harkens back to the days where joey was casually expecting henry to completely give up his personal life for the studio, and more importantly for joey. dumb bitch that's the quickest path to burnout, so it's no wonder, both in general and particularly to henry himself, that he left back to his family. joey's "all take and no give" attitude was unsustainable from the start.
i'm tired of playing pawn in sick little games
you dream the impossible
a shepherd herding your mindless cattle
calling himself a pawn because he's comparing himself to an insignificant piece, which joey always treated him as until he finally left. pawn in sick little games... identity-less prop for joey's vent cartoon torture story. dreaming the impossible is quite literally joey's motto in life lol. and again the comparison of joey: human owner, his victims: mindless animals that need to be tamed.,,, ough
don't you act so surprised
once you've seen what they've done to us this time
this line refers to after joey's change of heart. i don't think it applies to anywhere else in henry's life (and def not with other people, ie an "us"), so it feels like a point in time where henry is exasperated by the meager bits of help that joey is able to offer him in the cycle after, you know, trapping him there for years.
i said come one, come all, i'll tell the tale
of a stoic lone wolf bound to bail
bail actually works REALLY well here, since it specifically is about abandonment — to an activity, relationship, obligation, but in this specific case, a job. hm, i wonder who is constantly facing the consequences of, in a certain someone's eyes, bailing? it also works presently in tandem with henry's attitude towards being trapped in the cycle, as someone who'd be all too happy to break the script and abandon his role as a tragic hero. his time in the cycle spent as someone who basically everybody wants dead (and is tired of everyone's shit in turn) also paints a pretty good picture of a "stoic lone wolf."
they had ways to keep me quiet
convinced me that i'm insane
pronoun shift here! (i know i'm also surprised to see not Every Single Line here is about joey) "they" seems to generally refer to the ink entities that antagonize henry during his journeys through the studio. the past tense here is so interesting though...
the dancing devil betrayed me
a friend that erased his name
henry was the original creator of bendy, the dancing devil, who went on to become the ink demon (not bendy, the ink demon, hence erasing his name) stalking him in the halls of the cycle's studio.
you never had the heart or soul to let it go
the jealousy, it takes control of everything you do
he repeats the "heart/soul" motif from earlier in the song, drawing specific attention to it in regards to joey. "YOU have a heart and soul, how come you've still been so cruel to everyone around you despite that?" and of course, all that because he can't let go of his cartoon empire, of henry.
and even if you sign the line, pretend it's fine
my name, it isn't mine, i'm an object in your mind
i'm just your property, right?
MY FAVORITE LINES EVER. UGH. it's no wonder my friend group and i love nwtb's music so much. these lines work on so many levels for cycle henry it is unbelievable, like his name isn't his? YEAH because it REALLY ISN'T. IT'S REAL WORLD HENRY'S. while working for joey, he was figuratively stripped too of the personhood encapsulated in a name, merely serving the role of lead animator in joey's fantasy. and now, no amount of scraps of help joey gives him is going to give him back his name (identity. personhood). he feels like he is and always has been an object to joey, from being used for his labor without any consideration whatsoever for his own feelings and personal life, to being used as the protagonist in joey's horrifying rpf fic who serves no other purpose than to suffer for joey's own peace of mind. his characters are property of joey drew studios, and even the damn ink machine, which constitutes cycle henry's existence, belongs to joey. there's just such a level of personal anger in the way these lines are sung (thank u nate for my life), expressed with an exasperation of "yeah, better fucking believe it, but to be honest, i can't either." i'm normal, btw. just gotta mention that somewhere, so we're clear...
maybe i'm not bright
but i'm not what i seem
and maybe it's not right for me (for me)
this is where the song breaks down and starts fading out; on henry looking inward, his anger and frustration towards joey quieting down to a monologue of melancholy for the hand he's been dealt in his life. i think the "it" mentioned in the last lyric here could refer to "the best, first" (elaborated on more in the next passage). so my interpretation of it is, "maybe i wasn't meant to be the genius animation head you wanted me to be."
(edit: furthermore, in the illusion of living, joey makes it a point to emphasize how henry has a lot more to him than he would seem to on the outside. srsly he calls him "forgettable" CONSTANTLY, it's kind of amazing he has the gall to say that abt the man he lets live in his mind 24/7 rent free...)
designed for second best
i feel i'm at my worst
your expectations are my curse
henry is acutely aware of how he plays second best both for joey, who took credit for everything henry ever contributed to the studio and who, even after everything, still gets to live in the real world and keep his possession of the ink machine, and for the real world henry, who is living the life that is just out of reach for cycle henry. of course joey's expectations are his curse — his entire existence was born from joey's unreachable expectations for the real world henry.
maybe i'm not alright
when were u ever.
so yeah. um. im the normalest girl ever. extremely normal about b:tc coming this year. have i m. mentioned im normal.
#yes my kringlo. this was what i meant by toxic guy yuri time loop anime shit.#bendy and the ink machine#natewantstobattle#chirp chirp!#anyway have i fully reminded you yet of how much i love nwtb? oh? i haven't? oh? you need me to write a similar analysis for symbol of#my regret and its interconnectedness with my name isn't mine? oh? ohohohohohohohohohohohooo ?
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✨ the EXIT EMOTIONS track by track review no one asked for ✨
but i'm still gonna do anyway because i'm a highly opinionated woman
When Blind Channel said "oh yeah, we're totally gonna go heavy in our next album" I didn't fucking think they were talking about the theme and the lyrics lmao (fuck you, honestly), buuuuut the album really sounds heavier compared to LOTSAD, which I very much appreciate.
I loved the album and the direction they're taking musically, even if it seems that they're scared of the number 3. Or maybe they're alergic to it, who knows. But yeah, I'm greatly pleased by this album, it's now one of my favorites from them. I just wish the songs were a bit longer.
Thoughts below (WARNING: it's very long and yeah, I talk shit about some of the songs 💀)
WHERE'S THE EXIT
I love the way this track starts, it has a nice riff and Niko's agressive rap had me so hooked. I honestly don't know what happened after that. I'm gonna guess that Aleksi was tired at 3 AM and mixed parts of other two unrelated songs into this one, because to me the song as a whole doesn't make fucking sense. It's all over the place, trying to be a mix of everything but falling short.
The lyrics of the first verse are cool (especially the blowfish part, I think they liked the concept of a morningstar a bit too much, which is understandable because those are fucking cool), but something has to be said about this:
I've been making enemies out of rockstars All those friends with benefits out of popstars
huh??? enemies out of rockstars????? and 4 out of 6 of y'all are in long term relationships wdym friends with "benefits out of popstars"? get out of here 💀
2. DEADZONE
This is clearly a track engineered to get radio plays, they worked with Johnny Andrews, who produced some singles of the two latest Motionless In White albums.
A perfect track, well rounded, nothing is missing. It has the Blind Channel Big Chrorus™, cool guitars, growls, and Niko and Joel's voices compliment each other so fucking well. I like it a lot and it's giving them their success in the US, so I'm happy with this one.
3. WOLVES IN CALIFORNIA
DHFGBYURGDNGDJK whose idea was to add the "wolf" sound effects? 😂
This one is fun and catchy, the scratching and the riff are cool, and Niko's rap is so fucking on point (I think he said somewhere in an interview that Jason from FEVER333 helped him with the rap in the album, which tracks because he's also credited as a writer in this song, and would you look at this picture of them together in the California house, with a big-ass dog? Zakk Cervini is also credited and boy, when you see the bands he produced for it makes sense why this is a good fucking song.)
The bridge gives me Reincarnate by Motionless in White vibes, and it's my favorite part of the song by far. Also the lyrics are so fucking fun, like:
Back home we used to be the fucking black sheep, sweet Now they calling us a flagship Straight outta Hell - sinking
Amazing, fun, a great track overall *chef kiss* I'd say I can see myself in the middle of a moshpit if they play this song when I (eventually) see them live.
4. XOXO
I'm gonna say that this is Niko's album becaue holy shit, y'all, he's on fucking fire with the screaming and the rapping and the lyrics and the everything. The chorus is another Blind Channel Big Chrorus™ and guys from From Ashes to New fucking delivered too.
And let's not forget about that breakdown, which sure, isn't that big or heavy compared to what other bands can do, but coming from Blind Channel and what we're used to get from them, it's a fucking lot. I hope they do something like this again, because it's one of my top tracks in the album for sure.
5. KEEPING IT SURREAL
This isn't doing it for me, the guitar riff is cool but there's something missing. It makes sense that if you make an album to be played live you are going to need a song that is a bit slower, for both their sake as performers and for the audience. But I don't know, it didn't blow my mind like other songs, maybe I need to give it a few more listens.
Oh, and the transition from the bridge to the last chorus is underwhelming. I was expecting something more after the "please don't", but it never came.
The lyrics are cool tho.
6. DIE ANOTHER DAY
The mandatory ballad of the album, I'll admit I didn't listen to it that much after it was released because I didn't like RØRY's vocals in the verses (and I still don't). It's somewhat good, but it's not at a Bad Idea or Feel Nothing or Enemies with Benefits level of good, y'know.
The lyrics hit you like a truck.
(If you need to ask, yes, I'm still salty about the music video with just the singers and that adds to my dislike of the song).
7. PHOBIA
I am incredibly angry at this song because it has fucking power chords (that reminds me of some Nightwish songs, I wish I could pinpoint exactly which one) and Niko's amazing growls FOR ONLY TWO VERSES. It should be a crime to make a song that starts like the EDM summer remix of a radio friendly song and a catchy chrous, and that then gives you a very brief taste of something really fucking good, to take it away after, like 10 seconds.
I mean, I can't complain when the band has EDM Teen Sensation Alex Mattson in their lineup, but like with WHERE'S THE EXIT it feels like two unrelated songs mixed in one.
Again, deep lyrics, but the music isn't doing it for me.
(It's weird that tracks 5 to 7 were written with Dan Lancaster, who is a well known producer that has been working with Bring Me The Horizon, and yet... I'm not convinced of any of the songs. I wonder why.)
8. HAPPY DOOMSDAY
The relief I felt upon hearing this song can't be described. I don't have that much so say because it has been released a while back and I listened to it a lot, but I like it. It's a good song, like finding salvation in the middle of the trainwreck that are the three previous songs.
9. RED TAIL LIGHTS
This song is amazing, full of energy, very beautiful very powerful. The line "red tail lights is all I got" could be a jingle on a commercial, don't ask me why but it gives me that vibe. It's not missing anything, it combines all of Blind Channel's elements in such a flawless way and it left me very pleased. Niko rapping with the heavy riff killed it again.
I only have one question: why is the guitar solo so fucking short? 10 more seconds wouldn't have killed anyone 🙄
10. NOT YOUR BRO
GUYS. GUYS GUYS GUYS. This one is my absolute favorite in the album, oh my god. These petty motherfuckers can make bangers when they're fueled by rage and spite (at least this time it isn't against the music industry lmaoooo). There's something very 2000ish about the way they sing the chorus and some of the melodies, I swear I heard something like this but less heavy when I was a child and I love it so fucking much. Another perfect song blending everything this band is, and it was produced with just Johnny! To me it's proof that they don't need to go after other songrwiters/producers to make a fucking great track.
BUT OH MY GOD THE BRIDGE!!!!!!!!! NFGJHBJGVDEHNNBY FUCKING AMAZING, I LOVE THIS BAND SO MUCH. THIS IS THE KIND OF PART WHERE I CAN'T HIDE MY HUGE ASS SMILE. IF THEY PLAY THIS LIVE AND I GET TO SEE IT I'M GONNA GO SO FUCKING HARD AND 100% BE JOEL FALLING OVER THE BARRICADE DURING ZITTI E BUONI IN ESC2021 I SWEAR.
I need them being dramatic as fuck while playing this song. I desperately need to see what the live visuals will look like because there's a lot they can do. And I need a music video to go with this song.
I don't understand why this wasn't released as a single and was placed 10th in the album. The people who clocked out after track 7 are missing on such a great gem of a song.
11. FLATLINE
I listened to this one a lot, I love the electronic music vibes it gives, overall it's a great song to listen to and to play live. I gotta say that their stupid cringey dance kiiiiiiiinda ruined the song for me when it was released, but I've been learning to appreciate it a lot more lol
12. ONE LAST TIME... AGAIN
It's a good song to close the album, I liked it a lot too! The verses and the first part of the bridge gives me vague The Weeknd vibes, I don't know if it's the way it's sung or what, but it was the immediate comparison my brain came up with. And the second part of the bridge is fucking cool.
I'm happy we get to hear about the band's breeding kink, because what else could these lyrics mean? 😏
Come insidе One last time again One last time again
I'm happy with the album. I preordered both the LP and the CD without second thoughts and now I'm glad I didn't waste my money LMAO. Congratumothafuckinglations, Blind Channel.
If you made it this far and you still don't want to throw me from a high cliff, I love you and thank you for the patience 💕💘💗💕💘💘
Have some cookies, you deserve it:
#okay this took me basically 4 hours but how do i tag this#and do i want it to show up on the main tag? probably not#I have Opinions™
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Can you elaborate on the "Disney Princess" Jack? Cuz I honestly feel he is one but I can't articulate in words how or why he is one, but I firmly believe the title fits him xD
ahhhhh anon i ABSOLUTELY WILL elaborate on my Jack is a disney princess agenda, i adore you so much for asking as it gives me the perfect excuse to wax lyrical about this whole topic for a bit. because admittedly disney princess Jack is a sort of crack type thing, if we're being technical he's nothing like a disney princess — however i feel like there is a genuine argument to be made that he is disney princess coded, at least within his own narrative. you are right, he gives off those vibes. ( and we're not the only ones who think this — tumblr will not let me hyperlink the video but https://www.tiktok.com/@some.emmagination.huh/video/6961180862117367045 — the fact that Jack is so often seen with or around the princesses in the disney parks says a lot i think lmao ).
it's possibly because he's assuredly not your classic white knight disney prince, he's not "bad" enough in own his narrative to be villain-coded, and his effeminate characteristics ( the famous story about disney execs thinking that JD was playing Jack as gay in the first film and absolutely freaking out about it ) play into that whole idea. I also think it's always fun to take a character like Jack, who belongs in a hyper masculine environment but consistently challenges those stereotypes, and consider him occasionally in terms of the feminine. Jack being a trickster archetype also helps with this; gender expression is inherently very fluid to him. plus potc plays with this too — Elizabeth is made the Pirate King, after all.
but he does also fit some classic disney princess tropes! defining a disney princess is kinda tricky now because over the past twenty years or so that definition has (quite rightly) diversified from the more traditional princesses of older disney movies, but i wanna highlight some of the fun ways in which Jack fits into that vague category.
he talks to animals! maybe not uhhhh... in the nice way that princesses generally do lmao, but he has his god-tier rivalry with Jack the monkey, openly admits that he'll have Cotton's parrot on board the Black Pearl in AWE because "at least I'll have someone to talk to," and in TPOF starts telling his new horse Caesar sea stories because he gets bored waiting for Ayisha. as a child, I am sure he also had very animated conversations with Tim the dog, too. he also sings, canonically. Elizabeth teaches him the song from the ride in CotBP and Jack continues to sing or hum that on two more occasions in the trilogy. he descends from almost literal pirate royalty, effectively already making him a princess. Jack might be the black sheep of the family but he comes from a familial line of very rich, very influential pirates within the Brethren Court. and calling him a prince just feels wrong, so princess it is. also if he gets together with Elizabeth post-AWE he "marries" into royalty and becomes the queen of the Brethren Court, true facts.
another is that he has the most fairytale esque, romantic dynamic in the entire franchise with the Black Pearl. I've said it again and again, but if Jack's ship were a human and Jack still talked about her the way he does, he'd be the most romantic bastard in the fucking movies lmao. in TPOF, it was literally love at first sight, Jack stared at her on the dock when he first saw her ( and she didn't look her best, she was a ship that had been neglected for a while and Jack spent weeks sprucing her up and getting her shipshape ) and completely fell head over heels. he gets an entire paragraph in that novel about what it is to finally know what love is after hearing sailors talk about it for so long. he dies for her, gives up his immortal soul for her.... Jack is motivated by love in the trilogy ( no matter how difficult, or twisted, or toxic that love becomes ), I won't accept any arguments.
Jack is surrounded by loveable sidekick type characters. potc is a great franchise for this anyway just in general, but Jack's crew fit a lot of those archetypes that you find in many disney princess movies. from the mice in Cinderella, to Scuttle/Sebastian/Flounder in the Little Mermaid, to the furniture/servants in Beauty and the Beast, there's a lot of overlap — and while you can also say that Jack, being a side character, also fits that role, as he becomes subject to main character syndrome in the franchise, he gradually becomes more and more at the centre of it instead of being with them on the sidelines. disney princesses, particularly from the older movies, are also frequently in need of rescue, and rescuing Jack from the Locker is the major plot point of the first hour of AWE. he might mockingly call Elizabeth the damsel to Will, but he is in fact the damsel put in distress in that movie.
then there are the somewhat more angsty ones. disney is renowned for its absent mothers, particularly within its fairytales, and Jack is no different. I may have my well-developed headcanons about Jack's mother but in terms of the strict canon, we know nothing about her ( beside the shrunken head ) and that is on purpose, considering that the house of mouse would not let anyone, including the author of TPOF, write about Jack's mother or even hint as to her existence. Jack is also subject to the controlling influence of his single parental figure, Teague, in his early life, which is a classic plight disney princesses find themselves in, whether the dynamic is outright abusive like Jack and Teague's is, or less so. Jack — at least earlier in his life, less so in the trilogy itself — is easily manipulated by the "villains." the plot of TPOF hinges on Jack being manipulated and betrayed by Christophe, and then the plot of CotBP hinges on Jack being betrayed by Barbossa during the mutiny on the Black Pearl ten years prior.
lastly and, a bit of an odd one maybe, but something I want to include, is that Jack is often coveted by others. it's most obvious in Jack's dynamic with Beckett which, whether you read into it sexually or not on Beckett's side, I personally think it's entirely up for interpretation, is very driven by Beckett's desire to possess Jack. he wants to control him and use him in the same way that he uses all material things, and is pushed to very extreme lengths when Jack resists that control and tries to assert his autonomy. I think Jack being such a free spirit, as well as the fact that he's a pretty boy and is unapologetically sexual ( the second not being a disney princess trait lmao ) he invites that kind of attitude from other people. he invites people to try to challenge that aspect of his character and put him in a box, or control him, or break him.
#anonymous.#&. depths few had ever begun to glimpse ( meta tag. )#&. don’t ever insult captain jack sparrow in front of me ( ooc. )#this is unhinged. there is no question about it#but also some of my proudest work on this blog lmaooo#this is what my blog is all about#arguing in nine paragraphs why jack is a disney princess :')
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🖊️+ Lyric (it’s been a while 🥺)
Absolutely will not be normal about this. I refuse.
🖊️+ Karma (workaholic train wreck I <3 you)
🖊️+ Sher (dunno if u can tell but I’m a sucker for manipulative characters. I’m just mmm the tension. Explain to me why you being so problematic plz and thank u)
🖊️+ Ira (my queen. Protect ur people girlie)
🖊️+ garavan (did I spell that right??? I wanna know more)
thanks for the ask <3 also long ass post 1k worth of stuff + art
at least i had the decency of sending multiple asks so tumblr wouldn't break with your answers /j
LYRIC
you are right it's been so long, but because i'm actively working on púlsar i don't talk much about UP even tho i do draw them
okay so, for lyric im sharing his literal origin story, as well as some facts about the man and some drawings i like of him.
first some facts:
he's pan and a flirt
in the college au he needs glasses to read
his flower is lycoris radiata (got it from this video, minute 3:35)
origin story:
so i had been toying with the concept of a character named lyric which lived through multiple déjà vus. and he died too. one day (on a plane to ireland with school) i drew this guy:
[who are you? I like you btw 25.02.19] [molt decent 25.04.19]
and i went "oh he's cool i like him". then, like two months later i was drawing ely and i got a revelation:
"lyric & ely belong 2 the same story. ely is the one thing that's different at his new life" which is INSANE of my brain to think about because ely is a character from 2017 i drew ONCE. and now here we are
and then i drew him for the first time, and then in a scene with ely <;3 (and then killing a monster but im not showing it because i didn't know how to draw profiles and it shows)
*trying very hard not to cringe at old art*
and here's some lyrics that i like:
redraw of the og lyric and ely scene // redraw of the redraw // lyric screaming at ely// I like his hair here // redraw of the og lyric fighting lost souls
college au lyric dabbing wearing a behold a pan shirt // first page of a sketchbook// tiny lyric from the afterlife comic look at him so tiny // lyric from a series of drawings I made with my OCs and their flags
where is your rider scene (inspired by the song by the oh hellos)
tiny lyric and akira from the comic based on the song Elsa's song from the amazing devil
and also the most gorgeous man i'll ever draw (from a piece called bring him back) for you to be very normal about (im very normal about this drawing of lyric sooooo normal):
KARMA
i find it hard to say things about karma because with his pov we learn most of the relevant stuff. so you are getting fun facts and a sad fact
first the fun:
in the modern aus he's legally blind. round golden rimmed glasses.
his plushy (you'll meet him in today's chapter i believe) is called jhai
his name comes from me hearing someone call their dog karma and going "oh that can be a name cool im using it" (the other dog was called kraken)
he's the character that has gone through the most extreme character design change of the bunch (mainly because everyone else didn't exist). but he was more of a black sheep of the family cool dude that could use guns (yes there were guns in púlsar early stages idk either). his hair was also auburn. and then idk what happened but i changed it to the mess he's now. very glad i did i love him
and now the sad. check tags for tw because oof:
so, my man is very depressed. his mom's death hit him hard and it was all in general a terrible time for him (also it was around his bday. this was totally unintentional i swear)
on the early days and in spite of the promise he made, he climbed onto his windowsill and thought about jumping. everything was just too much. fortunately, someone knocked on his door and scared him, he slipped backwards and fell to the floor. he hasn't told this to anyone and doesn't intend to, but even if that's two months before púlsar, that's basically the mental state he starts with
and stealing your phrase, spoiler for flavor: he doesn't end púlsar much better
SHER
i can't tell you much. but what i CAN do is show you some baby sher and karma being cute together so you are extra sad about today's púlsar chapter:
"baaaa" "will you stop pulling my hair?" // "mom look he's walking" (chasing a bird) & it's cut but it says "he's so tiny" // sher teaching karma how to read
sher being told he has to leave his mom's home "do i really need to leave?" and it's cut but it says "you need to learn to be a prince with your dad" // sher at the palace // sher and karma's plushy lions
also as a fun(?) fact, he was very close to his uncle (his mother's younger brother). he was a big support for him when he moved to the palace away from his mom, and acted as a shield (or as much as he could) between him and his father. the uncle's name is Ádil.
he was married to Orga (one of the members of the council, arranged marriage), and died shortly after karma moved to the palace (sher was around 16 by then, and for reference, he's 23 now). sher suspects that his uncle's death wasn't fully natural, but he still has to be nice to orga because she's powerful.
ádil was one of the few people in the council that openly opposed the shahin. go figures i wonder what happened there.
IRA
so i already answered an ask for her here, basically a love letter to her character i love her so much.
so you get old ira sketches being happy and free (and chaotic):
GARAVAN GARVAN
you did in fact not write that properly, but that's actually great because it gives a segue into a fun fact about him!
i affectionately call him gman and mostly all my notes refer to him as that. also, once my phone autocorrected his name to garbanzo (chick pea). bean (a nickname for a character from púlsar gen 2) calls him that (ira did totally not correct her when she started doing it because she thought it was 1. funny and 2. that it would annoy garvan). also! karma sometimes calls him G
as a not so fun fact: he often needs to be the balancing component in the friend group, being silly and making jokes. he doesn't look like it, but he's very caring and does worry a lot about karma (not that karma notices lol).
his mom died in childbirth so it was emhi's mom that took care of him (until she too died shortly after). we don't talk about their father.
he was close with sher when they were younger (sher used to beat him at sparring), bonding over being clear aldamu and what it meant for them (sher taught him things about khithi culture that his mom taught him).
(i have so Many Thought about emhi garvan and sher as young teens in the palace, you have no idea, there's some clues sprinkled around púlsar about it but that's all you are officially getting)
man that was long
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thoughts on reincarnation apple (video & lyrics) as a yjh song? i don't know him well enough yet so im asking you
it has the vibes but idk...... hm
OHHH good song thank you for reminding me of it. UMMM wellllllll first of all regression and reincarnation are obviously a bit different but they are similar so that could be overlooked. the chorus seems to fit super especially well. the biggest differences with yjh i'd say is that he regresses out of necessity and not because he's bored and wants to try different things and also that he can't just back out of it like at the end of the song it's not like an experiment. also it's like a key part of who he is there is no yjh without the regressions he isn't yoo joonghyuk of orv if he isn't the regressor.... and then of course the narrator of the song is regressing into a bunch of wildly different lives which don't prefectly match up to anything yjh has done but that's way nitpicking and also you do eventually learn about all the different approaches yjh has taken throughout his different regressions so it kind of fits that way. ultimately i don't think i would call this like the quintessential yjh song but i can see the vibes! it can definitely be one of his songs.
i happen to have my own orv playlist... tbh like 85% of it is songs i stole from an existing orv playlist i was too shy to like but it has some new additions from me. a couple yjh-y ones since we're on the topic: star, dear star; pirouette; loop by ahn ye eun. three songs by the same artist and like two of them are from the same album i'm p sure but they all just fit so well it's insane.... also this one's a bit of a black sheep but labyrinth by miracle musical? idk maybe it's just me but it's so yjh to me
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1-5 music asks ඞ
1 Song i like with a Color in the title:
Vanilla Twilight- Owl City
The ULTIMATE YEARNING SONG songs that make you feel the entire scope of human emotion in 3 minutes.
2 song i like with a number in the title: I have 3 actually
21 Guns- Green Day
I don’t fucking Care how edgy it is sometimes I just really fucking feel it man. “Put up your arms, give up the fight” yeah, felt.
The five of us are dying - my chemical romance
This is like a early demo of welcome to the black parade with completely different lyrics but similar music and it’s good on its own.
The Magic 8 - Set it off
“so shake the magic 8 until it breaks breaks breaks. And close you eyes and take a leap of faith faith faith. Don’t be afraid of going your own way way way, shake the magic 8 until it breaks” just…. Yeah man Cody Carson was so right.
3 A song that reminds you of summertime:
Summertime-My Chemical Romance
Ha I’m funny
Forever Stuck in our Youth - Set it Off
“I’m on a permanent vacation, we’re young we’re young we’re dumb and we don’t care. And I don’t owe an explanation we’re young we’re young we’re dumb and we don’t care. FOREVER STUCK IN OUR YOUTH”
Just has that vibe of a song you’d hear at a end of High school year party.
4 A song that reminds you of someone you’d rather forget about:
There’s a few and they’re mostly from Emmet
I don’t love you- my chemical romance
“WHEN YOU’RE GONE WOULD YOU EVEN TURN TO SAY I DONT LOVE YOU LIKE I DID YESTERDAY”
enough said
Wolf in Sheeps Clothing - Set It Off
Yeah the edgy song in every anime villain amv. When emmet heard it the first time he was out in the driveway at our old apartment singing his heart out to it and the neighbor called over and said he had a beautiful voice.
“maybe you’ll change? Abandon all your wicked ways and start all over start all over”
Hum Hallelujah- Fall Out Boy
“A teenage vow in a parking lot until tonight do us part i sing the blues and you swallow them too”
“I love you in the same way there’s a chapel in the hospital, one foot in your bedroom and out the door.”
Lyrics in this one are something that’s for damn sure.
5 a song that needs to be played LOUD:
Disloyal Order of Water Buffalos- Fall Out Boy
“IM A LOSE BOLT OF A COMPLETE MACHINE WHAT I MATCH I AM HALF DOOMED AND YOURE SEMI SWEET, SO BOYCOTT LOVE DETOX JUST TO RETOX AND ID PROMISE YOU ANYTHING FOR ANOTHER SHOT AT LIFE AND PERFECT BOYS WITH THIER PERFECT LIVES NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR YOU SING ABOUT TRAGEDY”
This song is our anthem, I may be the one who made it our top song of 2022 in only two months time but this is just a song for the whole system.
The World we Knew- sayonara wild hearts soundtrack
“I’ll treasure any fragments left behind”
Yeah man …. Yeah. Cannot put into words the emotions this song inflicts on me. Both the game version and the demo version have a Vice grip on my brain and I constantly find myself belting out “they say begin again, they say begin again, I’ll take any fragments I can find.” Man.jpeg minato family guy death pose emoji and I know you get it, dear asker you feel this song in your soul like I do.
This is Gospel - Panic! at the disco
When you’re going the fuck through you will Blast this song and not give a flying fuck. I hate Brendan urine as much as the next guy but this song just fucking HITS.
Ancient History- Set it Off
“I KNOW I KNOW HOW TO DRIVE YOU WILD YOU KNOW YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE ME SMILE BUT IIIIIIIIIIII NEED YOU TO BE MY ANCIENT HISTORY”
Even if you don’t have a clingy ex that you can’t seem to shake this song fucks hard and is AMAZING preformed live.
Backside of the Tv- Persona 4
Just yeah man yeah.
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