#this is a loooong post

[ebonytails]

Based on this tweet lol

[ryssbelle]

Drew a bunch of Marinettes in a bunch of different artists styles it was a lot of fun!!

Artists who's styles I mimicked: @buggachat @hamsternamedmarinette @ladybeug @sabertoothwalrus and @anna-scribbles all epic artists 🤟😎

[mimimar]

finally completed my comic based on the song ivy by taylor swift!✿ please zoom in to read the text and see the details~

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you can get the digital zine pdf here! it includes extras like character profiles, costume design, more art of willow and ivy, zine-exclusive sketches and an illustrated guide to the symbolism of all the flowers in this comic.

you can also get prints of individual pages here!

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[rockeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy]

day 7 - clones (...You know I'm afraid of heights, Doctor!)

[slavhew]

can someone put him down

[poorly-drawn-sallyface]

felt this was too cursed to put on my main but too good not to share anywhere

[junosmindpalace]

“i hate you.” you tell satoru gojo suddenly in a petulant tone that prompts him to look up from the stash of snacks in the white plastic bag sitting splawed on the desk in between the two of you.

you catch a glimpse of momentary surprise in the wideness of his eyes behind the glasses perched lowly on the bridge of his nose. but then they crinkle in amusement, and the corner of his mouth lifts. “well, aren't you sweet?”

from outside the open window of an empty classroom, dusk approaches the horizon. the lateness of the day summons a soothing chill through the air and into the classroom the two of you occupy, eating snacks satoru had bought in a clustered corner the two of you created by shoving desks and chairs together, clashing with the otherwise neat layout of the room.

“how can you eat all that junk and never gain weight?” you continue with a frown while slowly taking another piece of chocolate from the bag.

“don’t know,” he replies absentmindedly, rocking back and forth slightly as he hugs the backrest of his chair, taking another bite of the chocolate bar in his hand. “must be cause of my training.”

“i train, too, you know.”

“yeah, but i work harder.”

it wasn’t spoken in a tone meant to belittle your own abilities, but rather a somewhat cold fact: satoru does work harder. harder than most as of late, and harder than he's perhaps worked ever before.

to think that there was another level of intensity he could be capable of in his training despite the immense schooling he underwent from such a young age. the thought of it made the air around you sad, and your eyes lowered in guilt toward the snack in your hand, taking a meek bite as if to silence yourself from your ignorant comment.

satoru perked up at this sudden shift in demeanour, and stared at you through the dark panes of his glasses, the corners of his lips again curving up as he spoke. “oh, come on. that's nothing new.”

“what are you going to do now?” you ask him seemingly off topic, mind suddenly wandering to the future.

“stay here.” he tells you with little hesitation. “teach or something.”

“i didn’t think you were serious about that,” you replied somewhat incredulously.

your surprise, however, doesn’t seem to offend him.

“i still don’t know what i want to do.” you tell him honestly.

“you mean you aren’t staying?”

something in the tone of voice which he says it indicates a kind of disappointing surprise. it’s incredibly slight, yet you still pick up on it among the usual effort to feel indifferent. he probably was.

for the most part.

“i dont know,” you repeat with a frustrated sigh. “i had been thinking maybe it’d be best to get some kind of real job, y'know…”

“think nanami was saying the same.” satoru finishes the remainder of his chocolate bar with one final bite. he then groans, stretching his long limbs before he sags back down and rests his head on the top rail. “c’mon, let’s not talk about that stuff right now. we still have some time before we graduate.”

but you know it’s all that satoru thinks about: the future. his future, the future of the kids he’s convinced the school to take in, that have fallen into his care despite being a kid himself. well, not for long, anyway, you suppose.

it’s what motivates his training, alongside the horrific past.

the sun sets lower beneath the horizon, the orange in the sky growing deeper and deeper. you shake your head firmly as if to rid the creeping unpleasantness of bittersweet memories before they can completely overpower you. satoru's right. you may be third years, officially conclude your schooling in a couple months, but the time is still not yet.

you feel a light weight settle on top of one of your shoes. it's satoru's own black dress shoe, and when you peak up at him, he's already staring at you with mirth in his eyes and a teasing smile.

for a few seconds, the two of you you fight with your feet like elementary school kids, giggles turning into squeals and bold laughter the more intense your kicks and shoves got. but when you pushed back, breathless, you feel a nudge against the side of your shoe, more gentle, and a little more intimate, than just moments before, and it lingers against you ever so slightly.

when you look back toward satoru, among mirth in his eyes glints another something that you can't quite put your finger on, but it's intense, like his gaze often is, and delicate, and makes you shy. his smile is warm and lazy amidst the increasingly intense chill, and for another couple of moments, its only the two of you, sprawled out in your respective chairs, staring at each other in a way you almost want to call longingly.

the plastic bag breezes as the chill flutters its edges. before the heavy responsibilities of this cruel life can burden your hearts wholly, you savour the few final moments of hope and longing that your youth can afford, and nudge his shoe back.

[muffinsin]

Hey muffin! if you celebrate halloween are you going to do anything special? :)

I got another thought, the dimitrescu sisters + my little pookie Donna with a reader who is kinda like the headless horseman, i can just imagine reader just strolling around at night scaring the living daylights out of villagers an just lurks around in the forests 😭

-🏔️anon

Hey, hon! :) eh, not too much, just some good food, some scary movies and fun company🙌🥳

Oh, absolutely :)!

Masterlists

Bela

The first time she sees you is in the forest

Dark, in the middle of the night

She saw the fog appearing from seemingly nowhere, heard a strange noise in the darkness

It’s late already, but she simply had to get out for a little bit, overwhelmed by the seemingly never-ending work and responsibilities awaiting her at the castle

Never did she think she would find you

When she first lays eyes on you, she thinks this must be an illusion

The darkness

The fog

Some trick

But as she steps a little closer, she sees you properly

A figure sat on top of a horse, black as the night, in dark clothing

Lacking a head

The figure’s body turns to her instantly. Clearly, Bela has not been as subtle and stealthy as she would have liked

She doesn’t move, her golden eyes set on you

You too notice there’s something about this woman

She’s different from the villagers, evidently. She wears an expensive, black dress, a black tattoo gracing her forehead

And her eyes

Beautiful

Golden

What a stunning sight

Bela tenses a little as you move from the horse, gripping her sickle tighter

With the warm temperatures even at night, she feels not an ounce of worry you might best her, though

You walk towards her, curious almost

You sense her, feel she is…different

Dark, but, there’s something else

Raising an eyebrow, Bela watches as you come to stand right in front of her

She notes the sword you carry, her golden eyes flickering to it

She almost anticipates an attack, but finds herself looking somewhat adorably confused when you thrust the blade into the ground next to you, instead

She hopes your lack of a head means you can’t see her expression

Tensing up, she watches silently as you raise a hand next

Whether you’re bold or curious, it’s a rather stupid move to even attempt to touch a Dimitrescu

But Bela stands still, almost like a deer in headlights

So she finds this…person? And yet you intrigue her so very much

You sense only confusion in her, curiosity. You know she’s tense and ready to attack if you give her a reason to

You’re determined not to, for her head is far too pretty to be cut off from her beautiful body, you find

Bela almost flinches when a gloved hand sets on her cheek, her curiosity turning to sheer confusion

What…?

You don’t talk, don’t move much

She wonders whether you even can talk

Instead, your thumb traces a pattern at her cheek, rubbing gently as through intrigued by the touch of her soft cheek

She gulps, unsure what to do

“Who are you?”, she asks then, turning her head a little

Your hand drops, you seem to almost stare at her, your turned body indication enough even with the lack of a head

You don’t answer her

But she’s curious

“You’re coming to the castle with me”, she demands, gripping her sickle tightly. She anticipates a fight, sure that you will struggle

Ah…but her head seems far too beautiful connected to her body

And so, having no real plans other than to occasionally make a trip to the village, you give in

Only do you surprise Bela again, making her shriek in surprise and swarm partly when your hands set to her hips and she’s lifted

She holds onto your shoulders tightly, curiously inspecting your neck

No head, but a body

She’s sat down on your horse, blushing slightly and dismissing her sickle again

You’re no threat

You’re…something

Something intriguing

As time passes and you begin visiting the castle regularly, Bela and you get…closer

A lot, even

She finds herself falling in love with you, your sweet gestures, your polite nature, the mystery that clings to you, too

She spends every day with you when you visit, holds your hand in hers subtly underneath the table when you’re invited to dine with the family

No one knows of your feelings towards her, no one but her

And no one but you know her her feelings towards her

While her mother certainly likes you, likes that you bow to her especially, you both doubt she would approve, having always seemed like she preferred Bela’s attention to be on the business entirely

As such, the two of you have decided to keep it a secret

In the warmer months Bela sneaks out, seeking you out in the dark forest at night

You’d hold one another, find peace in one another

You’d pull her on top of your black mount, hold her to you

And Bela?

She’d lean into your touch, sighing happily

All her worries, far away

Both of your responsibilities out of reach, too far to bother you in this moment of peace

She’d stay all night long, sleep in your arms until she must leave and hurry back to the castle before her sisters and mother awaken

In the colder months, you find your way into the castle

You use the shadows to your advantage, the quietness

You’re sure Cassandra knows, but she never tells, never speaks of her older sister’s secret

Even when you feel her golden eyes bore into you when you sneak in every night, finding peace in Bela’s room until morning draws near and you disappear again

It’s your own type of peace, your own type of romance

Your own type of love

Just for the two of you

Cassandra

Encountering you first in the forest, too, she’s immediately intrigued

She only hears the sound of your horse at first, feels the cold mist that seems to surround you

Her dark golden eyes flicker to your headless body, wide

A new foe?

New prey?

New prey, certainly!

She doesn’t think much, doesn’t strategise or plan things out as her older sister might

No,

Cassandra pounces

You feel it coming already, but still are knocked off the tall horse when her body collides with yours

She snarls on top of you, frustrated when her sharp nails and sickle just won’t pierce the black armor you’re in

Her hair falls down her shoulders, perfectly framing her pale face. Her lips, pulled into a snarl, are painted black and are bloodied

You take notice of her sharp teeth, of her dark golden eyes

You’ve never seen a sight more beautiful than this

She’s bent on trying to kill you, certainly, shoving the tip of her sickle to the exposed stubble of your neck

You don’t feel pain- haven’t, in a long time

But you indulge her, if only to hear her laugh happily

You fight back, push and try to grab her but only ever catch fistfuls of flies

She’s still trying to slice past your armor, creating little silver streaks along the black

She’s laughing as she fights, sadistic humor evident in her voice as your black blood slaps against her face

You think, you might just love her

She fights well, evades your kicks and punches, even steps down on your palm when you reach for your sword

She’s beautiful, dominating in battle

Or she would be, at the very least, if you were mortal

If you felt pain

If your blood was what fuelled you

If you feared death

Still, you struggle for the fun of it, ensure you try, but never get too determined. You don’t want to command your sword to take her head

No, not this one’s

Not the head of this beautiful, mysterious creature

Not when she looks at you with such excitement

Cassandra’s riled up in the best way, laughing and clawing until your armor is pierced and her sharp claw-like nails can sink into your somewhat already decaying flesh

You don’t feel the sting, but once again indulge her by flailing, then staying somewhat still

She giggles, as though satisfied with her hunt

Your rising chest indicates you’re still alive, as do your small movements

You’ve given her a beautiful, beautiful hunt!

And you will be rewarded for it

Cassandra gasps when your hand suddenly rises again, tugging at her lower arm and tugging her down

Despite your lack of a head, she almost feels as though lips brushed against her cold cheek

She doesn’t move, doesn’t know whether that is because she can’t, or won’t

In fact, she almost seems to lean in, her eyes wide, an excited smile still on her face

She’s panting, and tightens her hold on your chest when she feels almost ghostly lips brush against her cheek again

Her nails dig in deep, as though she looked for your heart

You don’t feel it, only sense her growing excitement

You just don’t die

Normally, this would perhaps annoy her, frustrate her. Normally, this would mean her prey begins to hate her

But you don’t hate her, don’t pull away

You pull her closer still, even as your dead body bleeds

And you kiss her cheek, almost seem to feel her soft skin below your ghostly lips

She decides, you’re hers

You allow her to take you with you, guiding your horse lovingly almost. You’re draped over it, and don’t get up to sit properly

You know, she likes how it almost makes you look like slain prey

The castle is dark and quiet at night, so that not even a single maid is in your way

You’re brought to what looks like her room

Cassandra is fast, eager almost

She pulls you with her by a rope around your arms, your sword carried by her

She’s intrigued, curious

You feel even more so

Cassandra doesn’t attack you again, merely sinks her nails back into your chest, the part exposed by the broken armor

You don’t stop her

Instead, she watches with care as you bring your arms up, gloved hands grabbing at her petite hips

She allows it, even laughs in delight when you roughly pull her towards you

She’s flush against you, her nails in your chest, her eyes searching, as if your head will appear

But despite the lack of it, she feels ghostly lips trail along her face again when your body leans to her

And she allows it, closing her eyes even

An unusual display of the huntress

But she can’t help herself

You kiss her, and you feel at peace almost immediately, ready to conquer anything with her by your side

She feels similarly

The two of you kiss until morning, when you suddenly seem to disappear, leaving her almost wondering whether any of it was real

Ah, but you return each night, your horse neighing outside the castle walls, your footsteps heavy

And she always finds you, always tackles you onto the forest floor

And she leans in to where your head would be, where your lips would be

And she feels them, moans each and every night

Sometimes, the two of you spend your time like this

At other times you venture into the forest, hunting and scaring animals away, or you race through the trees, chasing one another

Some nights are spent at the village, where you terrorize the fearful villagers and bring them to their knees

And sometimes you’re brought back into the castle, back into her room, to her bed

You’re hers, and she’s yours

It’s all that has ever mattered

Daniela

The first time she ever encounters you is at the castle’s gardens

She hears the neighing of your horse, hears the terror-filled scream of a maid

Naturally, she investigates

And she finds the maid, running, crying, trying so hard to escape the headless rider behind her

Intrigued, she moves closer, eager to see more of you

What a strange creature…

She giggles, flinching back when the maid is right in front of her, only for your sword to come down and sever her head

Blood splashes into her face and she laughs in delight

With the temperature warm, she feels no fear at all

She can’t help but glance at you, can’t help but take in your black armor

Royal, almost

Perhaps, her savior? Her lover? At last?

You move from your horse, intrigued by the woman standing in front of you

She looks curious, sweet almost, and entirely too innocent as she swipes the blood from her cheeks and licks her fingertip clean

When you lean down, grab onto the head and at last stand back in front of her, she moves

Fast, so fast you nearly will your sword to take her head, too

She doesn’t attack you, though

No, instead you feel her fingertip trace at your chest piece, teasing, almost

She circles you, trailing her bare hands across your shoulders

Standing a little shorter than you, she swarms up to glance down on your neck

“What happened to your head?”, she asks, curious

You don’t answer

“Who are you?”, she asks

You don’t answer, but your body turns to her, as though equally intrigued by her

You tense up when she takes the head from you, eager to reclaim it

Ah; but she isn’t mocking

She’s playful, you realize

Giggling, she holds the maiden’s severed head up to where yours would be

She traces the lips almost lovingly, almost gentle

Like a lover might

But it’s clear she doesn’t know the woman; or at the least not enough to feel any type of remorse or sorrow at her demise

She keeps playing around a little, going so far as to lean against you completely

You’re surprised, shocked, intrigued

You decide: you like this cute, playful woman

When she carelessly lets herself fall after hovering above you in her swarm you catch her easily, holding her in a bridal style that makes her heart beat a little faster

You don’t miss this, certainly, and when her hands reach up to where your face would be, you allow her to feel the hint of a ghostly cheek underneath her palms

She coos, her eyes wide

Could this be love, already?

She nuzzles you, almost, content in your arms as though they were the ones of a lover

A little delusional, maybe, but you don’t mind

You lean into her touch as much as you can, your headless body turning forwards as you lean to her

She feels your cheeks, the fainted touch of your lips against her fingertips

But the morning comes fast, and she frowns when you let her down onto the ground again

Then, you do something that makes her shiver and blush sweetly

You bend down, onto one knee, hold onto her hand and when you lean down some more she’s sure she feels the faintest touch of lips against her knuckles

You take the severed head back, bowing one last time to the beautiful creature before you must take your leave

Ever since then, Daniela is over the moons! She giggles and dreams of you, spends every night she can out in the gardens

And every night you come for her, too

You trace her cheeks and kiss her gently, hold her and she’s sure you listen as she talks

Sometimes, she picks flowers with you

Sometimes, you bring her a bouquet of wild flowers found in the forest

When the nights turn cold, she waits inside, so sad you almost can’t take it

But you wait outside still, find your way inside easily when she opens the doors for you and shuts them fast

You can’t keep her warm, but keep her happy, at least

She giggles every time you lift her, spins happily when you indulge her and dance in the opera hall in the middle of the night

A fairytale

Her favorite one

Donna

At first she hears of you only

She thinks you might be a legend, or a children’s ghost story

Whispers reach her only

Whispers, of a headless rider and a black steed

Black as the night, strong, terrifying

They say, the rider kills and snatches, leaving behind only headless corpses

Naturally, she’s curious, yet her dolls never quite manage to find this mysterious rider

Eventually, she decides she wants to see for herself

Staying within her domain, where only she is strongest, she searches the woods at night, where the rider is supposedly out to look for their next victims

And for a long time, nothing

The darkness makes it hard for her to see, and even surrounded by dolls to keep their eyes and ears open, Donna finds herself oblivious to much that goes on in the woods

She’s no huntress, after all. A spectator, rather, she supposes

Still, after some time, she hears it

The hooves against the twigs on the ground

The silence, heavier than normal

She sees the fog, then, suddenly, a horse emerging from it

You charge at her automatically, your sword raised

But before you even get close within reach, the mysterious woman seems to turn to mist, appearing a good distance away among the trees

The horse is loud, untamed, confused by the pollen in this particular part of the forest

Donna watches, curious, as the mysterious rider is knocked off and the animal runs, abandoning its master for the moment

But the headless creature rises still, standing on slightly wobbly legs

You too are affected by the pollen, your vision blurry, the sword suddenly oddly heavy

But- this woman…

You feel burning curiosity rise within her

She’s dressed in black, much like yourself, yet her face is covered by a veil

Donna approaches you, so silent on the forest floor you almost think she must be floating

She’s close to you, yet out of reach

You can’t help but wonder whether she’s even mortal

Whether she’s even real

Donna looks you over, her curiosity sated at last

You’re not a mortal creature, certainly

But- you’re not above being affected by her pollen, either

She hums, as though satisfied, and if you could, you’d gasp when she suddenly disappears, leaving you by yourself again

In the following days, neither you nor Donna forget about the encounter

She remains curious, commands her dolls to be on the lookout for more of the hushed whispers

More cries of terror

More hooves stomping against the ground

But the village seems oddly at peace, almost

Then, she finds why

She senses you within her domain, slowly riding up the mountain as though to get to her

She doesn’t stop you, though, curious

What drives you here?

Curiosity, boldness?

Unfinished business, perhaps?

You tread carefully, though, don’t even stomp on the flowers grown in her gardens when you step from the horse

She greets you outside the manor, her expression unreadable due to the veil covering her head

You’re still missing yours, but your body is…inviting, almost

You aren’t tense, don’t grip your black sword as though your life depended on it

Clearly, you’re not here to collect her head

Quite the contrary, she finds

Donna gasps when you toss a bag to her feet, multiple heads rolling out and stopping by her feet

Still, you stand unmoving

A threat?

Or an offering?

She inspects them, finds all of them severed neatly from the body. A single swipe was all it took

Then, when you take a step forwards, she rises again

Unsure how to convey your curiosity and that you mean no harm, you’re left improvising

Then, in a show of trust, almost, you bend down to one knee

Donna watches, equally curious

You kneel before her, leaving your sword wedged into the ground

She walks slowly, more of a ghost than a person in case you change your mind and attempt to attack her

But you don’t, not even when she circles you, not even when she rests a finger on your shoulder

She trails her hand from your shoulder to your neck

If you could shiver, you would

Then, when her hand, cold, but gentle, trails a little higher you allow her to feel the faintest touch of a face

She can’t see, can only feel a chin beneath her fingers, your jaw and a cheek, your nose, your forehead, your hair

“I understand”, she speaks then

[lcs-scar]

Went past a bridge and guess who I saw

[chooh2]

The bigger the biceps the better for carrying the weight of the galaxy, that's just science 😌

[aurorangen]

Nothing was going to stop me

Transcript & Bonus:

First time in the big city

...

[Unsettling thoughts were tormenting me as I waited for her. Why did I feel so nervous?] Nancy: Vincent [hurriedly] My family…w-we're moving to the city…s-so let's run away together and escape- [As much as I wanted to be together with her, I had to face reality. Running away was not an option]

Vincent: Nancy. We're not running away [looks directly at her, carefully considering his words] We'll continue as normal and try to get into our dream schools. Just wait for me and I'll come and find you in the city [voice falters, perhaps, due to uncertainty] It'll be different then. I promise you, we'll make it out of this mess…

[That was the last time I saw Nancy before she moved. Not once did I stop thinking of studying law at The University of Britechester. Being a lawyer would change things from the case to how people saw me. I would have that power and knowledge over people. No one would look down on me or think of that weak boy]

[I thought maybe, her parents would give me a chance once they saw me again. Honestly, I put so much pressure on myself to get those top grades. If I messed up, it was a sign my dad was winning this battle and he would continue to haunt me forever. Unless I gained that power. So I often studied until I exhausted myself]

[Time passed by and I was back in the city, ready to start my law degree at Britechester. The countryside healed all my childhood wounds, but the scars remained. To me, they were a reminder of how far I had come. I was moving forward in life and becoming stronger. And I was going to face him and the investigation again]

...

Renee: Where's Uncle Billy?

[greenapplebling]

what in the codependent frenemies

[hawkeyeslaughter]

“ yes i would love to trust you buddy , but you are clearly keeping secrets from me . “

too soon to tell , todd snider x mash

[onesnoopyaday]

LONG SNOOPY (click for better quality!)

Snoopy #32

2/11/2024

[emergingghost]

julien baker live lyric changes masterpost

the many ways that julien changes her lyrics over time and seamlessly alters the lyrics and meanings of her songs to maintain a level of personal authenticity has become so fascinating to me and many others so i thought it'd be nice to do some research and compile as many as i can. enjoy! or cry! whichever!

the original lyrics are in parenthesis, changes are bolded, roughly in chronological order and i’ve added timestamped links to performances [x] where i can! i use mostly youtube because it's the most accessible. some of these seem to be permanent changes and others are just occasional, probably depending on how she's vibing with the song at the time (i'm assuming). let me know of any i’ve missed!

Rejoice: [x] [x] [x] pronoun change, does this lots! "i know there's a god and they hear either way" ("i think there's a god and he hears either way") [x] she uses the 'she' pronoun here this time! [x] she sings 'force' here and also in a version she performed pre-release "asking why did you let them leave and then force me to stay?" ("asking why did you let them leave and then make me stay?")

Good News: [x] [x] [x] these are not full lyric changes but rather some gut-wrenching repetition. side note she performs a cover of paul by big thief in the first clip here too! "it's less about you / it's all about how i ruin everything oh everything i do / everything i do / god i ruin everything oh everything / oh everything i think could be good news." ("it's less about you / it's more about how i ruin everything--- i think could be good news")

Distant Solar Systems: [x] pronoun change speaking of god, she also omits the second last verse. "I send postcards from the road and now and then she answers" ("and now and then he answers")

Turn Out the Lights: [x] [x] [x] this one hurts! a few times in late '18 and in '19 "maybe i'd do it but it's not a joke" ("i'd never do it but it's not a joke")

Sour Breath: [x] [x] another one that hurts!! "think all the liquors gonna keep me warm / burn everything down just to prove i could / leave you inside a body made of wood" ("think all the liquors gonna keep you warm / burn everything down just to prove you could / leave me inside a body made of wood") [x] audio only from 1:16 (same changes as above +) "i don't do too well when everyone's worried about me" ("i don't do too well when nobody's worried about me")

Appointments: [x] [x] [x] in lots of performances post-2018. she switches between using 'know' and 'think' occasionally “i know that i ruined this / but i think i can live with it / nothing turned out how pictured it ... i think that i failed again / but i know you’re still listening” ("i think if i ruin this / that i know i can live with it / nothing turns out like I pictured it ... i think if i fail again / then i know you’re still listening") [x] audio only - from 2:45 (same changes as above +) "i hope you're still listening" ("i know you're still listening")

Happy to Be Here: [x] tiny changes. not sure if she's done this more than once "different me would be inhabiting my body / have two cars, a garage, a dog..." ("different me would be inhabiting this body / have two cars, a garage, a job...")

Something: [x] [x] [x] [x] (she adds 'again' a lot, even since 2015) “asking aloud why you’re leaving again” (“asking aloud why you’re leaving--”) [x] (this was prior to release) "asking aloud why you're leaving again / i know you won't answer me" ("asking aloud why you're leaving --- / but the pavement won't answer me")

Red Door: [x] "beneath before you won't follow me down" ("beneath before you wont follow me there")

Shadowboxing: [x] [x audio only - from 3:09] "tell me that you love me / tell me you love me / i wanted so bad to believe you / so tell me you loved me / tell me you loved me / i wanted so bad to believe you" ) ("when you tell me you love me / tell me you loved me / i wanted so bad to believe it / so tell me you love me / tell me you loved me")

Ziptie: [x] [x] [x] [x] (side note the end of the second clip rules!!) “someone’s/somethings got my heart in a ziptie” (“someone’s got my head in a ziptie”)

Tokyo: [x] [x] [x audio only - from 1:30] in a few performances in 2022 “a seven-car pile-up of every disastrous thing that i am" (“a seven-car pile-up of every disastrous thing that i’ve been”) + also sings "accident" instead of "aftermath" in the audio clip

Relative Fiction: [x] [x] [x] [x] does this lots! "honey you're the only thing i'll wait around for" ("--you’re the only thing i’ll wait around for")

Highlight Reel: [x] [x audio only from 1:45 ] original chorus lyrics are 'you feel' but now in one chorus she sings 'to' and the other she sings 'you' "ooh it's a highlight reel / tell me how to feel" ("ooh it's a highlight reel / tell me how you feel")

Ringside: [x] [x] [x audio only from 3:50] two separate lyrics changes in these clips! "like a scratch-off ticket how i dig my nails into your skin" ("like a scratch-off ticket how you dig your nails into my skin")

(from final verse) “nobody deserves a second chance / so why do i keep getting them?” (“nobody deserves a second chance / but i keep giving them”) [x] [x] (from the second last verse) “nobody deserves a second chance / but somehow i keep fucking getting them” (“nobody deserves a second chance / but honey i keep getting them") Anti-Curse: [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] she doesn't always change 'foreign characters' "writing the words to the best love song you've ever heard" ...“sounding out familiar characters” ("writing the words to the worst love song you've ever heard"...“sounding out the foreign characters”)

Favor: [x] [x] [x] [x] first change - changing to 'why?' in most live performances “why couldn’t you make me do it?” (“well you couldn’t make me do it”) [x] [x] new change from MSG in 2023! “how did you make me do it?” (“well you couldn’t make me do it”)

HONOURABLE MENTIONS:

Funeral Pyre: [x] this is just a funny thing i found on my hunt. the audience accidentally corrected her grammar, theyre singing along and sing "needed so badly" instead of the original "needed so bad" and everyone took a lil' moment to laugh. Funeral Pyre: allegedly. i just read about it somewhere so have no proof!! “while i drank gasoline 'cause it's what i needed so bad” (“while you drank gasoline 'cause it's what you needed so bad”) Shadowboxing: [x] she doesn't really change any lyrics significantly but repeats the final verse for emphasis.

Good News: [x] (i think an early/demo version but i cant find any other recordings/videos of this version!) "how i fuck up everything i think could be good news" ("how i ruin everything i think could be good news") Rejoice: [x] house show performance from 2015 before official release. a few different lyrics! "ask you why did you let them leave and then force me to stay?" ("asking why did you let them leave and then make me stay?") (final verse) "i rejoice anyway / i rejoice either way" ("i rejoice i rejoice / i rejoice i rejoice") Sour Breath: [x] she added a new mini verse repeating "the harder i swim" where there are usually just instrumentals or 'oohs.' then she continued with the original final "the harder i swim the faster i sink" verse.

Sour Breath: [x] house show performance from 2015 before official release. there's an entire additional verse where the repeated 'the harder i swim the fast i sink' usually is. proceed with caution. "...too late to talk just go to sleep been up too long and you've been drinkin' all night it's almost a week and you haven't said a word been thinkin' it isn't worth the tryin' it takes to fix everything you hate about me all that you wouldn't wanna see

the harder i swim, the faster i sink and all i ever wanted was to pull you down with me was to pull you down with me don't you wanna sink with me? don't you wanna drown with me? just let me pull you down..."

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haven't played rain world yet but i enjoy a rotund beast