#the songs are the bedrock!!!!!

[itspileofgoodthings]

like. She is a tour de force, she IS the one-woman show, she is truly a superstar. It’s not like I didn’t know that going in but it was seeing that power at work and in its right context for the first time.

[bedrock-to-buildheight]

Lyrics from Comfort Zone by Ferry

[elle-oh-ell3]

c!tommy edit sidequest completed

[elucubrare]

When I forget that no one else knows “best of all possible worlds” from the Leonard Bernstein Candide musical… :(

[etrevil]

—The Song of Achilles

And after this, they lived happily ever after. What do you mean they were called back to Phthia? That's just a fever dream. They spent their days happy at Mount Pelion and never left, duh.

wdym I'm in denial

i'M nOt

[myundeadgayson]

“navigating” by twenty one pilots music video, but it’s C!Tommy and C!Wilbur,,,

Tommy being guided through the woods by a ghost of Wilbur. (and yes, i know we have Ghostbur. i love Ghostbur, but hear me out.)

Tommy being haunted by the vivid image of his older brother. and as they walk, this memory of Wilbur appears so real, that Tommy forgets that it isn’t real at all until they’ve reached their destination.

it’s during Tommy’s exile. Tommy’s at his breaking point. he’s starving, he’s cold— he’s alone. no one has visited in ages and he’s so, so tired of fighting. there’s no one to stop him if he wants to lay down in the dirt, close his eyes, and never get back up. but right as he’s about to do it, he opens his eyes to see Wilbur.

Wilbur is dead. Tommy knows this.

he knows bc he’s seen the gravesite. he’s seen the mockery of a memorial that was built in the name of a mad man. hell, he was there to witness the wreckage of when it happened. he can still hear the ringing in his ears of the explosions, the taste of ashes on his tongue, the scent of smoke that never leaves.

but the vision is so vivid.

(“if you really wanna know what i’m thinking…

kind of feels like everybody leaves.

feeling the reality that everybody leaves

[…] and i’m trying to hold onto you because everybody leaves…”)

it’s not real. Tommy knows it can’t be, but as Wilbur teases and prods him into getting up, he can’t help taking Wilbur’s hand.

it feels so solid in his grasp.

so, he does what he’s always done — he follows Wilbur.

(“pardon my delay… i’m navigating, navigating my head.

disassociate— i’m navigating, navigating my head.”)

i love imagining the video with them — Wilbur leading Tommy through the trees. Wilbur guides him over tree roots and offers him a hand when he struggles to climb over inclines. Tommy tries to be difficult, waving Wilbur off to pretend to be a big man, but after what feels like hours, his legs are ready to give out. he whines and tries to plead Wilbur to let him rest, but Wilbur isn’t slowing down. he keeps tugging Tommy along.

the trees begin to thin. the air is growing colder. there’s a thin sheen of ice over the puddles that they pass.

Tommy has no idea where they’re going, but Wilbur keeps telling him to be patient.

as they pass the treeline, all Tommy can see is snow. it stretches out to the horizon, and Tommy can feel the dread in his bones.

right as he wonders if Wilbur’s ghost has led him to his death, he spots a cabin.

it’s shelter.

there’s smoke curling upwards from the chimney and Tommy’s freezing bones long for the warmth that’s inside that home. part of him is terrified of who might be inside — will they send him back to Dream?

but Wilbur drags him along, waving off his worries. it’ll be fine, he says, and stuffs his hands into the pockets of that stupid trenchcoat of his.

they’ve walked too far to turn back, so Tommy follows as he always does.

but right as they’re approaching the door, it opens.

Wilbur is standing right beside Tommy. while Tommy is shivering, sniffling from the bitter cold, Wilbur seems unbothered. his hands are in his pockets, his posture relaxed as ever, as if they haven’t been traveling for hours.

and Tommy tries to feign the same confidence. but as his eyes adjust, he realizes what Wilbur’s done. the flurries of snow have subsided enough that he can finally see the figure in the doorway, right as they’re noticing him.

it’s Technoblade.

and right as they lock eyes, Tommy realizes something important.

Wilbur’s disappeared.

(“give me some advice! i am wasting all this time. my, oh my…”)

[cyberdragoninfinity]

if youre doing the ask game

🔥

unpopular opinion for seto motherfucking kaiba? mayhaps? blease?

ok so. i wrote. like four fucking paragraphs answering this, talking about how i feel about kaiba, and then. when i went. to fucking add tags. tumblr fucked up and deleted my whole post <333 super cool website very fun to use <33333

anyway im not rewriting all of that so here's the tl;dr: i like kaiba, he's iconic for a reason, but my 🔥🔥🔥est kaiba take is just that honestly i dont think he's nearly as deep a character as people want him to be, and that's not a bad thing. He fulfills the role he has in DM's narrative fantastically well, and he has his veins of things that could be interesting to discuss, but after 25 years it feels like it's just nonstop hitting bedrock when it comes to kaiba 'analysis.' I feel like i see the same 3-4 kaiba meta posts every other week (and i do sometimes wish that level of love and dedication to character analysis got extended to. any other yugioh character. i feel similarly about atem too tbh dfghd)

like with kaiba, it feels like a massive chunk of his implied depth is things fans have willed into existence through the sheer power of I Want it To Be That Deep. and i dont even think there's anything wrong with that, it just doesn't interest me very much. i like my kaiba discussion where the elephant of "this character is in many ways defined by stagnant growth and if this is left unchecked it's going to get really fucking bad" is Very in the room. kaiba is at his best to me when he's doing digital duel links necromancy, when his interpersonal relationships beyond mokuba are under the microscope and revealed to be, uh, hanging by a thread or two!

also, just, with not being terribly interested in it all, at this point now five yugiohs in and fully out in the spinoff reeds, i gotta say, every other yugioh rival is a more engaging character to me on a narrative and symbolic level than i have ever personally found kaiba. i honestly think a lot of them are also, by their series' end, far kinder people than seto kaiba is. 🤷‍♀️ maybe in another world another life kaiba could have dueled a robotic embodiment of all his negative traits and been humbled to some degree by that. what a world to think of

[dawnleaf37]

fucked up that such a good song has to be hidden behind an fnf mod of a . Bad Owned franchise

[nerdycolorcupcake]

They're brothers, your honor...

[dreamingmantis]

I dreamed that Midnite came to allure Edge again (she brought Bedrock and Daphne with her) and then she BROKE OUT INTO SONG and was like “come back to me, my love.”

[tobi-smp]

I’m not sure how many evillious fans there are in the dsmp fandom, but in the full swing of my hyperfixation This was my wildest dreams for c!bedrock bros dynamic.

for a little more context for people unfamiliar: the main character here is leonhart avadonia, and while this song Obviously depicts him as a Heavily morally gray character, he very much so represents a moral backbone of the series later on.

his whole deal is that he was a child soldier who’d grown up desensitized to violence in the throes of war, who Chose to do better for the sake of being a father.

from there he became a hero, in title and demeanor, fighting for the good of the people to build a healthier nation and end the suffering caused by endless wars. and later on being one of the very Very few people willing to stand up to the tyrant ruler of the nation, even as he was bound to serve under her for the good of the people that suffered under her rule. and ultimately drawing her ire directly by stealing food supplies from the castle and distributing them to the starving masses.

and Obviously this doesn’t directly map on to either c!techno as a character or the c!bedrock boy’s relationship to each other directly.

but there’s something About a man desensitized to violence through exposure to war and suffering, hardening his heart because Not doing so would mean death. ultimately making decisions that are seemingly cruel on the face of it for the sake Of said survival.

only to slowly grow close to a child that he’d originally kept around for Utility. even as he tried to keep his distance, even as he tried to tell himself that he wasn’t attached.

only to Choose that relationship when the masked villain came to pry them apart. to become the armor that protects them no matter what danger stood before them.

Doesn’t It Drive You A Little Nutty? Doesn’t It Make You A Little Wild?

[neverendingford]

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[umarthiels]

i think we as a community have slept on Laer Cú Beleg far too much... not only is it conceptually just gutwrenching that túrin sings it aloud in battle "heedless of peril", in the lay, the song is described more, and:

There a singing voice sweetly vexed [Gwindor]

and he woke and wondered: the watchfire faded;

the night was aging, nought was moving

but a song upsoaring in the soundless dark

went strong and stern to the starlit heaven.

'Twas Túrin that towering on the tarn’s margin,

up high o’er the head of the hushed water

now falling faintly, let flare and echo

a song of sorrow and sad splendour,

the dirge of Beleg’s deathless glory.

There wondrous wove he words enchanted,

that woods and water waked and answered,

the rocks were wrung with ruth for Beleg.

AAAAA!!!!

[recitedemise]

wax poetic :^)

Send ‘wax poetic’ for Gale to work some poetry; his muse is you: still accepting.

Somehow, violently, she leaves him feeling unsteady. Yet, such is the consequence, Gale muses, of troubled earth like you-- thoroughly exacting in a way that shudders. And perhaps, he gathers, like a reckoning, too.

Mitsuko kills. She drags her rapier, its cold steel singing devilish out a corpse. She croons the prettiest of songs, of course, can even spirit their nights into realms vibrant with hope; however, it is this ode this eve that would claim him most. She's half-gorgeous numbers. Half-discordant strings off lutes. Her laughter mirrors tremors that'd spring faults into stone, and unbeknowst to all, those faults will topple mountains. Indeed, her one errant whisper can fell a man.

You're a gentle earthquake, deceptive devastation. Somehow, I wonder if you'd have me falling headlong into you.

Where would that lead? She meets his eyes, and Gale's ought to worry.

(Perhaps kindness or a maw. Surely, time will tell.)

[southern-stxrs]

Here’s a thing I wrote while having The Song of Achilles brainrot

The prince was standing with his back to me, idly playing a violin. Either he had not heard me enter or he had chosen not to look. At this moment I understood my place here, up until now I had been a prince, respected and revered. Here I was nothing.

I stepped forward, my feet scuffing against the floor, and he turned halfway, looking over his shoulder at me.

He had changed in the years since I had seen him, childish features replaced by a cold beauty that shocked me. Pale grey eyes like twin moons stared at me, piercing into me as if he could see everything there was to know about me and more, his soft hair the color of pink roses framed his face, and his features were finer than any girl’s.

This angered me, for I had not changed nearly as much, or as well.

The prince stared at me, and though I had not expected to be intimidated by his gaze, I was. “What’s your name?” He asked.

Hypixel was a fraction of the size of my father’s country, and I had been blessed by Death herself and killed a boy, yet he did not know me. I clamped my mouth shut and did not speak.

He asked again, louder this time. “What’s your name?”

I had to speak now, ignoring him further would be a show of disrespect, and I did not wish to learn what the consequences of that would be for someone in my position.

“Philza.” My name felt bare without my family’s name behind it, but I had no right to that name, not anymore.

He had turned to face me fully now, his violin hanging at his side. “My name is Techno.”

We regarded each other for a moment, pale grey eyes meeting bright blue. Then he blinked, and raised his violin. “Welcome to Hypixel.”

I was dismissed.

[epicaxolotls]

is this bedrock bros or am i delusional

(both. the answer is both)