#those old songs

[carolingarts]

The cycle resets. They are all reborn and in this case once she - (she, she- the abomination made of God and the devil whose name he has forgotten) is there to welcome back Henry the interloper and so called savior but she has-

The creature is small. He comes up to his knee. He's closer to the woman (Audrey, her name is Audrey) but he is...

("I can't work under these conditions Jack!"

Jack adjusts his hat and rubs at the back of his neck.

"I know. I know. Listen...")

He asked for a projector to watch the creature's footwork. The truest light shines the brightest and looking up to the swell of music...

"Bendy do you want to shake hands?"

He resists the urge to fall to his knees. He wants to and what's worse is he can tell his flock is behind him staring curiously. Henry looks sad- yes. That's sad. He remembers sad.

"We had a deadline..." one of the lost ones speaks, "Joey wanted him on a.. was it a horse?"

"A hospital." One of the females speak, "I...Alice wore white. And a hat..." she tries to mold the ink on her head into a hat, "Alice- Alice-" one of the others reaches for her.

He can't stop staring.

("Norman. Cue the projector."

Whistle a happy tune.

"And a one, two, three, four-")

The creature- Bendy- gently shuffles his feet in a little circle before beaming. (He's trying to dance.)

Sammy rises.

"Where are you going?" Audrey blinks, "Where are you...you..."

("Everyone to your seats please. Caroline Tighten your strings. Thank you.")

He is Sammy. He is not Sammy. He was Sammy. Looking back at Audrey he mutters.

"Bring him."

She and Bendy exchange glances, "Mr. Lawrence..."

"Bring him!" The words are screamed. He cannot convey desperate. Not anymore, "...please." He hopes she understands.

The music department is a trek and some of the lost ones are following him. He doesn't know why-

(Laughing, joking, supporting one another through song after song...)

It's Bendy that follows, wary, he can hear the squish squish of him. The lost ones shuffling behind him stare warily at the department door. You do not go in here. This is his place. Straightening, he gestures.

"In."

They stop and mutter.

"In!"

They shuffle in. Others crowd the doorway, he can sense them, feel them. Some of the lost ones look confused at their sides. There are things there, things that should be there. Cases, with things-

One rises and seems to struggle, to visibly struggle, looking to the prophet for escape and reprieve before it's legs solidify more. It's fingers harden. It can't smile but it does walk Jerry to the wall to pick up a...violin.

("I used to play for my father." The lost one shuffles back with it, lovingly, "he was a violinist too.")

The others draw strength from this and rise. One sits behind the piano and Audrey has a hand over her mouth and goddamnit Henry looks like he wants to cry. He can't cry - they're on a deadline. (YOU LEFT US!)

"Bendy?" Sammy adjusts his mask. Norman should-

Norman is not here.

"Center stage?"

The creature toddles forward and collapses. The lost ones, there are flickers of smiles. As they should the LORD brings smiles and the LORD brings joy and...

"Please." He will never be Sammy sammy is long dead but he was once maybe, "please. Just this once. Reward me."

The little creatue stares, then jams it's train in it's mouth. The orchestra however is ready. They are eager, they are fighting against the horror of their lives and it will be hell later but now...

Bendy lifts one foot. Then the other.

Tap tap tap.

Sammy hears a triangle. Then a gurgling flute that dissolves into a melody.

Tap tap tap.

It's broken, discordant.

"Stop! Stop we haven't done this in awhile and we will not upset our-" (LORD HIS NAME IS LORD).

".....star." God he can't hold on much longer horror eats at his mind, "something simple. Something slow."

This time it's the flute again, than a piccolo. Then a spooky violin. Bendy shivers but the music comes in that's Boris's cue he's going to bendy he looked at the script...

Bendy trips again and a horn let's out a loud toot that makes the audience of monsters (men. Men and women. His department.) The demon grins and extends a hand to Audrey

Sammy wants to growl but when she's on the stage the band surrounding her they begin to spin and Sammy...

Sammy...

"Fluted and Violin." His mouth works and he feels horror creep closer he has no face no face- "give me a jig?"

"Sam? You want us to come in-"

"DON'T INTERRUPT PHIL-" sammy Lawrence screams it, "Let's just...get through this..."

"Deadline..." the violinist begins to mutter, "Deadline Deadline DEAD...DEAD-"

"Someone handle Louise?" He wants to finish this, bendy owes him, "again from the top?"

"Sam ..." Henry is smiling, "you mind if I draw it?"

"I don't give a damn what you do." Samuel Lawrence looks pained, "give me something with...with flowers?".

The two stare and Henry nods, opening up a notebook.

He thinks maybe if...if it takes another cycle maybe they could get Alice. Maybe. An Alice. A tortured artist is a damned artist for they are men who have seen heaven but the only ones who are worthy to see it are angels.

He sees it again. He wishes he could smile.

And it is a testament to arts, to the artist, that for a few brief moments there is music, there is heaven in hell.

[artcalledtheewhip]

Dear Former President Trump

C I C

[slavhew]

hm

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[morningsaidthemoon]

Excerpt from The Song of Roland, translated by Norma Lorre Goodrich (Medieval Myths)

[thatbanjobusiness]

Listening to J. E. Mainer’s Mountaineers from the 1930s and came across a verse I would’ve loved regardless because of how hard it goes. But dang. Given current USA shenanigans, it hit doubly hard:

I don’t like a railroad man I don’t like a railroad man A railroad man will kill you when he can And drink up your blood like wine

[annqer]

Penacony welcomes you!! Only now for the low low price of your soul, you too can spend your life in the land of dreams!!

[swiftmitsu]

overprotective Killer anyone?

[lar-mx]

writing prompt #5

The room fell silent, Steph wasn't expecting the pain filled look they were giving her. The question repeated itself in her head a couple of times as her mind searched for a way to save the situation.

"I see you don't have an answer." The silence was still palpable in the room as well as the cold she felt when she saw those beautiful blue eyes lose their shine. "I should have known it was too good to be true, tell bru… Mr. Wayne that if he wanted to know about the projects so much, he could come ask for them himself instead of using a sugar trap." Steph tried to say something before an alert went off on Danny's phone, at which point she saw the panic that took over his eyes, before he ran to an adjacent hallway that led to a room, in which she was not. I had had the opportunity to enter. As she followed him she could see how Danny took a series of vials and several injections. She hesitated a moment before walking through the half-open door. At that moment she saw how he proceeded to apply several of the injections to a girl of about 5 or 6 years old. Steph knew just by seeing her that she was Danny's daughter. and some of the things they discovered while investigating the Nightingale medical company made a lot of sense.

[cozylittleartblog]

chat imma be honest that project diva PC release has had lasting consequences ,

[the-dragon-girl-27]

Lu Li La Lu Li La to watashi wa utau no

[turrondeluxe]

Do you have Silly drawings of the Rise lads? ;)

i have some shellshock art here, here and here !

and also these from last year!

[starry-bi-sky]

realizing i have. a lot of untapped trauma potential for clone^2 danny because i just Fully Processed Four Months Late the fact that his parents were capturing and torturing ghosts in the basement before he became Phantom. and the fact that he was on house rest for 2 weeks. during that time period. and he wasn't really leaving the house. he could hear their screaming through the floorboards

*points at clone danny* i can give you suuuuuuch a bad time babe ahaha. i've got two untouched years before you meet damian what fucks you up before then

[seance]

I'M GONNA SEE MY MAN, 'TIL I GET SATISFIED / for @izzy-hands

[civetcider]

love your art. do you have any strong opinions on Donkey Kong or any of the Kongs? if you butchified funky kong i would be indebted to you forever

so just normal funky kong? teehee

[thatbanjobusiness]

Just found a fantastic variation of one old song I love, The Storms Are On The Oceans. I’m used to the 1927 Carter Family recording, where in part they sing:

VERSE: Oh, who will dress your pretty little feet? Oh, who will glove your hand? Oh, who will kiss your rosy red cheeks When I'm in the far-off land?

VERSE:  Oh, Papa will dress my pretty little feet And Mama will glove my hand You can kiss my rosy red cheeks When you return again

CHORUS: The storms are on the ocean The heavens may cease to be This world may lose its motion, love If I prove false to thee

But I’ve been familiarizing myself with Rutherford and Foster material. And in their recording, I hear:

VERSE: Who will shoe your pretty little feet? Who will glove your hand? Who will kiss your sweet ruby lips When I’m in some foreign land?

VERSE: Papa will shoe my pretty little feet Mama will glove my hand And you may kiss my sweet ruby lips When you return again

CHORUS: Storms may the rule the ocean, love The wind may rule the sea Storms may the rule the ocean, love If you prove false to me

The song includes dialogue between two lovers, and depending on the verse, either individual could be speaking. But I think it’s fantastically fun that the perspective sort of changed in the chorus between these two variants - “If I prove false to thee” versus “If you prove false to me.” It’s a subtle distinction to be sure, but a fun one to come across.