#tongues and teeth by the crane wives belongs to them

[cartwheelapple]

"abandon all your stupid dreams about the girl I could've been, my dear"

[theartsynebulawhodoodles]

Nightmare and the Rose. Nightmare Sans and Killer Sans Art! {kinda reflects how I see Nightmare and Killer Sans’s relationship, platonic or romantic}

[Not sure if this is necessary but small tw for capturing and a toxic platonic relationship, not shipping them at all!]

The King of Negativity was relaxing in a wilted garden, when he noticed something.

A single alive red rose with the symbol of a target illuminating from it.

Fascinated, the King picked up the rose.

He admired its beauty, its strength, the fact that it was alive among the wilted.

Instead of leaving it alone, he plucked it from the bush.

He took it home, made it become one of his treasures.

However, the rose with the target illuminating from it did not enjoy the stay.

As the rose wished it was just left home and alone.

Despite the loneliness, at least he was at rest.

I kinda made this to represent how I see Nightmare and Killer. I think that Nightmare feels more comfortable in his position because he has a loyal subject with him (this could be taken romantically or platonically, I think platonically personally but it’s up for interpretation). However, Killer dislikes it since he is tired of doing so many missions and serving a King who sees him as a treasure. Killer wished he was back in his AU. Despite how lonely it is, at least he was at more peace without a mission to do everyday.

I been having some art block but I have been wanting to post this poem I have made about Nightmare and Killer, will be posting more art just kinda lazy 💤

Nightmare Sans belongs to Jokublog

Killer Sans belongs to Rahafwabas.

Thank you all for the support 🩵

Also this song reminds me of them so much- I see it all the time relating to different Sans AU duos and it fits so many!!!

[christelightlavo]

Jun 13, Thursday : moceit headcanons & songs recommendations.

Moceit song recommendations :

Lemon boy - cavetown

Lies - will jay

Its alright - mother mother

Pomegranate seeds - Julian moon

Sinners - Lauren Aquilina

Curses - The Crane wives

La Seine - vanessa paradis.

Oh Ana - mother mother.

Love like you(end credits) - Steven Universe.

Stawberry blonde - mitski

Tongues & teeth -The Crane wives.

Me and the devil - Soap&skin

Take me to church - Hozier

Hymn for the weekend - coldplay

We belong - dove cameron

Moonlight shawty - Fatboibari

Somewhere only we know - keane

Running up that hill (cinematic version) - kate Bush

Dear Arkansas daughter - lady lamb

Into the unknown - Thomas sander cover.

Moceit headconons :-

Whenever, janus makes something for patton. He always acts like he poisoned the food or drink. Patton always plays along, eating the food he then acts sick and asks "what did you put in it?". Janus always replies with "my love for you". The other sides roll their eyes everytime.

Patton may make the best hot chocolate but Janus makes the best chocolate bar. Together they create the most tasty beverage that ends up making even Thomas suger high.

Patton makes cute stuff toys and leaves them inside Janus's room for him to find.

Janus makes those old Victorian type love letters and gives them to Patton like they are romeo and Juliet even after the sides become okay with them dating.

Janus is the sun in a cloudy day and Patton is the sun after a rainy day. That means they both are often always smiling and alluring together.

Janus only sings to Patton or if Patton is around him.

Patton sometimes steals Janus's clothes when he feels sad. So whenever janus can't find anything he goes over to check on Patton first.

Janus acts and Patton directs whenever they are acting something with roman or remus.

Janus allows people to touch his face scales but only Patton can press them or hold his face for the matter of face.

Patton carries Janus bridal style.

Janus was once practicing his evil laugh and Patton joined in with a "hueheuehue" It made Janus snort.

Patton watches snake documentaries to know Janus better.

[huskynotwolf]

Metaphor

-song by the Crane Wives

-fanfic by The Crazy Husky

No. 3

(Drums: Impulse)

(This is a project I made for Crane Wives x Life Series. Scott basically enjoys singing here and plans to do a project to sing every song by the Crane Wives. All lyrics belong to Crane Wives, and I own the fanfic.)

Scott was carving a new guitar for Pearl when Impulse barged in.

“Dude, what song is that? That was wicked!” He said excitedly. Pearl, who was sulking in the corner, rolled her eyeballs and snickered. Scott and Impulse glared at her. “It’s called Tongues and Teeth. Thought it would be the perfect one for them.” Scott said, sanding the corner and edges of the guitar.

“I do know how to play the drums.” Impulse said, watching as Scott tune the guitar properly and fiddle with the strings. “You do?” Pearl asked, suddenly appearing behind Impulse. “Oh, yeah. You have any songs about that? That I think I can play to, I mean.” He said. Pearl didn’t say anything for a moment, then said, “I think I have one. One second. You gotta listen to it first. Crane Wives’s songs are real hard.” She said, bounding over to her corner. She handed Impulse a pair of headphones and handed her an iPod.

“Since when did you have an iPod? I though those were all way too old.” Scott said when he noticed it. Pearl giggled sheepishly and watched as Impulse began mock-playing the drums. Scott handed Pearl her newly made guitar and growled, “Break it again and you’re gonna have to buy a new one yourself.”

Pearl looked at the guitar, nodded, then walked over to put it down. Then she went over to her pillow, stared at it for a while then attacked it and reduced it to shreds. Scott winced then saw Impulse give her a thumbs up. She stormed over again, grabbed his shoulders then shook him, saying stuff like, “How was it?” “You think you can play it?” “Do you like it?” Impulse looked shell-shocked, cleared up then said, “Yeah, I think so.”

Pearl went hyper and squealed. Scott sighed, then asked, “Which one?” Pearl abruptly jerked her head around then said, “Metaphor. We’re gonna prank Scar with that one.”

Scott let out a slight smile when he heard that. “Sure. Impulse, get the drums ready. I’ll get the idiot couple.”

~~~

Scott had set Scar and Grian down on two bean bags. Skizz and Bdubs had noticed all their equipment (mainly Impulse’s drums) and had gotten their own bean bags as well. Cleo, who upon noticing Pearl with her new guitar (she spray-painted Tilly on it), had called anyone nearby to watch.

Scott cleared his throat. He gave Pearl a nudge to signal her and Impulse, and they began. Impulse fired up his drum, and Scott began gently singing the first verses. “Uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uh~” Pearl began strumming out at the guitar. She knew they also needed an electric guitar, but she just settled on using her normal one (yes, she has an electric one).

“I've gotten good at leaning on metaphors,” Scott sung, while eyeing Scar. “I've gotten good at living on someone else's page. I cut my teeth on second-hand sentiments, you can't trust a single thing I say.” Impulse kept up perfectly, like he’d practised before. Scott noticed Grian hide a smile from Scar.

“Uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uhh.” Pearl sung while going at the guitar. “I keep my closet free of skeletons, 'cause I'm much better at digging graves. But I always dig up bones in your sympathy, I can't trust a single thing you say.” She then swiped a glance at Scott, and they both continued on, singing together. Impulse hid his sniggers and kept going. “Uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uh.”

Scar casted confused glances at the three, but they took no notice. Martyn, in the audience, clapped his hand over his mouth and shook violently, while Skizz glared at him.

“Don't look too hard 'cause you won't like the scars he left in me~” Scott fingered his jacket, like he does when he’s nervous. “~~~” Pearl did her best to mimic the louder voices on the track.

“I've gotten good at making up metaphors. I've gotten good at stretching the truth out of shape,” Pearl sung, not giving notice of Cleo, Grian and Martyn letting out fits of silent laughter while Scar watched, way confused than before.

“And all these words are sweet and meaningless. You can't trust a single thing I say.” Scott smiled, knowing that his friends below finally understood the song’s meaning. He knew it wasn’t his, it never was, but being able to preform it, to sing it was a really good experience, and he would keep going. “Uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uh~”

“You can't trust a single thing I say (“uh-uh-uh-uhh-uh-uh”),” Pearl sang while Scott played the background sound. “You can't trust a single thing I say (“I've gotten good at leaning on metaphors”). You can't trust a single thing I say (“I've gotten good at making up metaphors”)~”

By the time Impulse and Pearl finished, almost everyone except for Joel, Ren and Lizzie were there, applauding. Skizz let out a whistle while the three who were holding it in the whole time burst out laughing so hard. Grian actually fell over.

“Yeaaaahhh!” Pearl whooped, then hi-fived Impulse. Scott sighed with relief while Scar began questioning Grian and Martyn about what they were laughing at. They didn’t seem to give it in and were both sniggering. Scar finally slapped Grian and it ended up as a fistfight between Scar and winged Grian.

As Scott helped Pearl and Impulse put the his drums back in his room, Scott felt joy surging through him. They could play all of the Crane Wives songs, after all, with Impulse. This would be a massive project, but at least his friends are content with it.

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[br3adtoasty]

Mariam Okropiridze

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Basic Info

Japanese マリアム・オクロピリズ

Twisted from Medea

Voiceclaim Satomi Satō

Birthday 29 October

Height 178 cm

Eye Color Violet

Hair Color Dark Brown

Homeland The Golden Glades

Misc. Info

Sexuality Asexual

Best Subject Potionology

Dominant Hand Right

Likes People who keep their promises, loyalty, being helpful, diced meat

Dislikes Oathbreakers, being taken advantage of, being abandoned, her ex

Talents Scheming I mean, what?

The intelligent sorceress-princess, Mariam.

- Order aligned… Most of the time.

- Calm and collected, Mariam still hasn’t forgotten all the manners she learned from her time as a princess.

- Very good with potions and alchemy. Some consider them a genius.

- She excels in the art of making poison. Its potency rivals those of the Pomefiore’s housewarden, and even the bygone Fairest Queen herself.

- Knows multiple ways to put people down. Don’t ask her how she got that kind of information.

- Sometimes misses the luxurious life of a royalty.

- But upon remembering how they will tear each other limbs from limbs just to stay in power, she decided she’d rather stick with her books and research.

- The jacket she wears was originally her family’s heirloom. After helping her ex stealing it, betraying her family in the process, she reclaimed it for herself. As for the fate of her past lover? Who knows.

- Was manipulated into dating her ex, has deep-seated trust issues because of that. But we won’t get into the details ^^

- Doesn’t really consider anyone her friend, despite her courteous front. She always keep people at arm’s length.

- Actually wants to get close to people but… Never again.

- Will never go back on promises ever. Be careful though, she expects you to do the same too.

- Probably has a list of criminal records but their aunt, Anella, helped them be absolved of some of that, so no worries!

- People say the reason she’s still alive and well despite all her misdeeds is because of her family’s connection. But in reality, it’s because of her wits.

- Mariam’s bloodline, the Okropiridze hails directly from the god of the Sun, the guardian of oaths and the all-seeing. A possible reason why she hates oathbreakers so much.

- Due to her divine blood, she has several mystical capabilities, most of which she uses to help enhance her sorcerous prowess.

- Admires Vero’s strictness. Sometimes you have to teach people a lesson.

Playlist ⤵︎

◓ Noro - Shimon

◓ Poison Apple - DECO*27

◓ Waltz of Malice - Kikuo

◓ Tongues & Teeth - The Crane Wives

◓ Wolf in Sheep's Clothing - Set It Off

[morgana-ren]

Are there any songs you associate with your ocs?Like, something that fits them?

Oh yeah, we both have a small list. Sea shanties work for any one of them, so I haven't put many of those on here. Obviously there's many more than this, but these are the ones that come to mind off the top of my head. Some of them are very circumstantial in a 'you had to be there' kind of way, but a lot of them are vague as well. Yeah, some of them are the stereotypical ones you see on lists like this, but hey, I've been hanging around for too long not to have some of those.

Here's a small list of my songs for each idiot:

Corvus

Mare of my Night - Týr

Bloodstains on the captain's log - Carach Angren

Pretty when you cry - Vast

I'm your nightmare - The Brains

Sweeter than wine - The Brains

Sweet Things - The Pretty Reckless

Novelty Crosses - The Black Dahlia Murder

Whisper - Burn the Ballroom

In this world or the one below - Assassin's Creed IV Black Flag

Mother Russia/Dominion - Sisters of Mercy

Pain - Boy Harsher

The Bondage Song (Unchained Mix) - London After Midnight (Slight flash warning)

Love you to death - London After Midnight

Keelhauled - Alestorm

Lorely - Blackmore's Night

One winged angel - Aurora Australis Music

Smells Blood - Kensuke Ushio

Fear and Delight - The Correspondents

The scorpion and the frog - Marc Senter

Cry little sister - The Anix

Scream - Avenged Sevenfold

Luci - Zand

He's a pirate - Falkkone

Ilya

Lingering in an imprint haunting - Carach Angren

Katyusha - Megaraptor

Бабушка - ПНЕВМОСЛОН

Yuve Yuve Yu - The Hu

Black Thunder - The Hu

Wolf Totem - The Hu

This is Mongol - The Hu

Kiss - London After Midnight

Lacrymosa - Kalafina

Swan Lake - The Agonist

Where good girls go to die - London After Midnight

Russian Girl - Женя Любич

ПЕСНЬ 1 - БАТЮШКА

Batse tsyku - Бетал Иванов

Грустная Сука - IC3PEAK

Dead but Pretty - IC3SPEAK

Это пройдёт - Pornofilmy

Дядя Володя - Pornofilmy

She's in Parties - Bauhaus

Bind, Torture, Kill - Suicide Commando

Alone again, or - The Damned

History of Artemisia - Junkie XL

I, Caligvla - Ex Deo

Doce Doce - Fred Bongusto

Astarion

The Masochisn Tango - Ringlefinch

Kiss me you animal - Burn the Ballroom

Villainous Thing - Shayfer James

Hades OST... but it's funky - Alex Moukala Music

Bruises and Bitemarks - Good with Grenades

Danger! High Voltage - Electric Six

She dominates - Blitzkid

La Bomba- Lord of the Lost

Hit me like a man - The Pretty Reckless

After Dark - Tito y Tarantula

Jolly Sailor Bold - Ashley Serena

Choke - Royal and the Serpent

Hatefuck - The Bravery

Sex Hat Keine Macht - Oomph!

Tongues and Teeth - The Crane Wives

Lovesong - Snake River Conspiracy

Before I'm Dead - Kidneythieves

Metal Woman - 3 Inches of Blood

I'm Charming - Black Dahlia Murder

White Wedding - Billy Idol

You are a pirate - Alestorm

Bad Voodoo - Kreeps

Dead Girls are Easy - The 69 Eyes

Ex Mortis - Ice Nine Kills

Paradise - Satanicpornocultshop

Fuck Me - Vernon Jane

You belong to me - Cat Pierce

Reaver

Laisse tomber les filles - April March

Sisters - Pain of Salvation

Stand and Deliver - Adam & the Ants

The pain looks good on you - London After Midnight

Esmeralda - Burn the Ballroom

Love me, love me, love me - Kikuo

Who is she - I Monster

Gunslingers Glory - The Dead South

Gett off - Prince

Bloodsport - KMFDM Vs Skold

Gintleman's Club - The Dreadnoughts

Sleep is for the weak - The Dreadnoughts

Stupid Girl - Cold

Platz Eins - LINDEMANN

G Spot Micheal - LINDEMANN

Skin City - Steven Tyler

Violent Pornography - System of a Down

Santiano - The Longest Johns ft. SKALD

Sex - Oomph!

Follow me down - The Pretty Reckless

Amore Fermati - Fred Bongusto

Pervert - The Descendents

Your heart is as black as night - Melody Gardot

Bück Dich - Rammstein

[seasonal-writes]

alright, so, here’s my annotations/thoughts for those who are curious! i do have a method to the madness that is this playlist, but keep in mind that a lot of them are still open to interpretation! i went ahead and noted what i had specific ideas for, but the rest are either put there for future scenes that might be spoiled if i annotate now or just because they don’t have anything specific besides just vibe. if YOU have ideas though, share them with me! i love discussing songs/their meanings and it’d be fun to see speculations as to what they might stand for. :) p.s. the playlist doesn’t have to be listened to chronologically, but annotations are listed that way. so. <3 brain rot rambles below.

Anthem by Delta Rae

“But I don’t wanna fight their old war. Give me something I can hope for.”

- if i could find a way to decently explain it, this would be like, the first song in a musical? where the two main characters are pre-pondering things to come? This would be that! I had this at a later point in it originally, but it feels very fitting as the first song. Tongues and Teeth by The Crane Wives “I know that you mean so well, but I am not a vessel for your good intent” - Ah, we move now into character songs! I went by appearance, so first off, this is Prince Tango’s first song! My little spitfire. And what better of a song to display that than the one that literally talks about firing back at those who expect you to just take their shit. I think we’ve all come to the conclusion that he does not do that.<3 Take Me to War by The Crane Wives “All of the ire I've swallowed, All of the coals that still sit in my gut, I am always burning up.”

- This is a vibe song. Like, this song just BLEEEEDS Prince Tango to me. It could also very much connect to the passage where he says he’d rather continue warring with the Overworld than get married. And the fire imagery?? Perfect. So perfect. Rule #4: Fish in a Birdcage by Fish In a Birdcage (lol) “Like there’s a world where I can take flight,  where I can freely move. So carry me from these walls, Brother of mine, show me the world outside.” - First Prince Jimmy song! :D Listen. This is considered a Jimmy song, but it alludes to he and Prince Grian’s dynamic, too. Like, the lyrics explain a lot? It’s a pretty self-explanatory song, that idea of wanting to be shown the world? He’s kinda trapped inside his own birdcage. (Bird pun AND song reference.) I’m Just Your Problem from Adventure Time - would it be a royalty AU without this song? can you really look at me and say it doesn’t belong here? and that it’s NOT a Prince Tango song?? It fits him so well! Like, maybe both of them too? But I chose it originally as a Tango song. :) Freak Baby by Razorbumps - this one was sent in an ask when i looked for suggestions and they said it was what they heard during the chase scene in chapter five. and then i listened. and i was like YES. so consider this what played during tango and jimmy’s running montage.

Run By Delta Rae

“I wanna run to feel again, to be no one To run under the stars of Orion And all my life I've been burning by the dreams I've had Now I want to run I want to run” AND Outlaws by Delta Rae “Ever since I was ten years old You know that I could feel it Gasoline coursing through my soul Light me up like a spirit Our friends they won't understand They can't feel all the lust inside our eyes We ought to make a stand Holding out for a new sunrise”

- OHHHH.. if i had to pick an album of music that BEST captures the vibes of this fic, it’d be After It All by Delta Rae. I’ve already included a few of them here, but I just HAD to say that a lot of those songs really suit this whole story very well. Both lyrically and vibe-wise. Anyway! “Run” and “Outlaws” are each other's counterparts because to me, they each kinda represent the princes and their romanticized ideas of running away. “Run” is Jimmy, and “Outlaws” is Tango! :D I like this idea that they’re both equally feeling that desire for adventure, but it’s..slightly different? Tango feels like it’s gonna be more like what he’s heard in stories, as any child does, but Jimmy yearns for the freedom itself. Obviously they have the same desires at heart at the end of the day, but these songs differentiate the aesthetic of it slightly, if that makes sense? Shine You No More by The Danish String Quartet and Rune Tonsgaard - another instrumental! :D this one was also sent to me (everyone say “thank you theo”) and oohHHH, it fit the whole moment when Jimmy and Tango are making the run for it. It’s jumpy and exciting, and orchestral so it matches that vibe of the celebration ball, too?? one to imagine their running-away montage to.

Is There Anyone Out There by Delta Rae

“So far from where I started And so far from where I want to be The towers I watched when I was young Are not as tall as I once believed Is there anyone out there? You know me I am the son Of a lost country, of a new world And we're born to run and we never look back”

- DELTA RAE AGAINNN. This is Prince Jimmy to a TEE. God, just,, look at the lyrics. Look at them and tell me those aren’t him. OUGH. Specifically talking about the towers? And so many things he’d been taught suddenly turning on him, when his choices are robbed from him? ohhh i am. i love bird boy. Fire With Fire by AlicebanD “And I have nothing here for you All this water's gone and you You've done nothing here for me, except I know that I can't breathe And we were talkin' all weekend, I guess I'm mad because I am! And I've tried this all before, just in my head I'm in control” - Now it’s Prince Tango’s turn on the “my choice has been taken from me and now i am ANGRY” wheel! The lyrics I highlighted REALLY make me think of him. Like, he’s definitely feeling a sense of finality now that they’re on the movie, but he’s still overwhelmed. And now HE’S the one in control. Could that have consequences, though? Food for thought, I suppose. >:) Rule #9 - Child of the Stars by Fish in a Birdcage “You were a wanderer Back when you were young I remember your eyes were clear Brighter than the sun With hands so soft Delicate and sweet You learned to fall And balance on your own two feet I could only lead you so far I believe in who you are” - This one, specifically, serves as a letter from Impulse to Tango, when they run away. You’re welcome. I may or may not be very emotional over it.

Kitchen Stories by Dreamers’ Circus

- And to send us off into the songs that are now either based in spoilers for scenes that haven’t happened yet, we have another lovely instrumental! Also sent in to me, this one feels like travel music to me! Which is perfect for our two princes as they proceed on their journey. :)

I plan on updating this post with annotations as we go along, if they’re necessary! Keep in mind that this is an in-progress playlist, so i’m SURE i’ll be adding more to it. either way, hope you guys like the playlist!

ooooh, what’s this? >:)

here is the Golden Rings AU playlist, in all its glory! if you’re interested, give it a listen. i plan on reblogging this post with my annotations momentarily.

(because tumblr’s weird and won’t embed playlist links unless i post from my phone. which i do not do ever. DESKTOP USER SKILL ISSUE APPARENTLY.)

anyway. go forth! enjoy the tunes!

[damienthepious]

this bitch a long one. this week’s other LKT offering! horny yearning via lyrically specific music.

heart beats best (the playlist)

[spotify] [the actual fic]

01. Showyourself - Montaigne // 02. Do I Wanna Know? - CHVRCHES // 03. Stay With Me - Better Love // 04. Crane Your Neck - Lady Lamb // 05. Bad Ideas - Tessa Violet // 06. No Face - Haley Heynderickx // 07. Monster - dodie // 08. Drive Slow - ADDIE // 09. The Thunder Answered Back - Gabby’s World // 10. Mezzanine - Lady Lamb // 11. The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives // 12. Company - Daisy the Great // 13. Distractions - Wild Painting // 14. R U Mine? - Ratwyfe // 15. Choices - To Kill A King // 16. 1996 - Wild Child // 17. Honeydew - Small Talks // 18. Lost - Liza Anne // 19. Waiting on a Ghost - Left at London // 20. Moon Song - Phoebe Bridgers // 21. Rearview - Beach Bunny // 22. Vacation Home - Whitehall // 23. You Are the Apple - Lady Lamb // 24. Baby No More (acoustic) - Anjimile // 25. Things We Never Say - Bad Bad Hat // 26. midnight love - girl in red // 27. Please You - Montaigne // 28. His Hands - Blegh // 29. Bottles - Little Image

[lyrics breakdown under the cut because i’m! a disaster. and this is a long ass playlist and i have thoughts about every single song. i think i was kidding myself to think this would be less effort than just Writing. Subject to future change when i find yet more songs that suit this frickin story. there’s lots!!!]

01. Showyourself - Montaigne - Show yourself, shadow, I'm lonely / Show yourself / I don't know how to take care of me alone

02. Do I Wanna Know? - CHVRCHES - So have you got the guts? / Been wondering if your heart's still open / And if so, I wanna know what time it shuts / Simmer down and pucker up / I'm sorry to interrupt, it's just I'm constantly on the cusp / Of trying to kiss you / And I don't know if you feel the same as I do / We could be together if you wanted to

03. Stay With Me - Better Love - Come stay with me another night / Don't overthink / Oh, I know I just met you / But you're clouding all my dreams / Go on and set me free / I wanna see you tomorrow / Are you thinking of me?

04. Crane Your Neck - Lady Lamb - We ripped off all our clothes and this included all our jewelry / And we ran hand in hand back when you brought out the beast in me / The parts that are dormant, I wish to set them free / And in the clarity of this night I make myself believe I can sleep easily alone

05. Bad Ideas - Tessa Violet - I don't know what compels me / To do the very thing that fells me / I wake up, still high on you / But by the night, I'm crashing through, so

06. No Face - Haley Heynderickx - Tell me what's wrong here / Is it the bridge of my nose / Or the backs of my skin / Is it the pull of my hips / That you couldn't let in

07. Monster - dodie - So maybe I will talk to you / The only way I know how to / Mhm, you've said your speech / Mhm, through sharpened teeth / You break the rules and spikes grow from your skin

08. Drive Slow - ADDIE - The rush that I feel when / Our hands are intertwined / We're always together / It kills me that you aren't mine

09. The Thunder Answered Back - Gabby’s World - So here I sit, I've come to rest some weight upon your little chest / You free-for-all, you wrecking ball / Hovering next to your bed, to lay waste to your healthy head / You spider web, you dance of death

10. Mezzanine - Lady Lamb - How I ache, I ache in the pit of me / I awake, awake with this fear in me / How it makes, makes a fool out of me / With its knife how it carves the seeds out of my heart / For to plant in the soil for to feast 

11. The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives - We could have been anywhere, anywhere else / Instead I made a bed with apathy / My heart knew the weight / Ten years worth of dust and neglect / We made our peace with weariness / And let it be

12. Company - Daisy the Great - Tell me the truth if the truth means I'm better / Than I am in my head (I am in my head) / I hate what I want because I can't have it / I want your company

13. Distractions - Wild Painting - I'm here lyin next to you / In my mind, you're all that I really want / Claws and the marks on my favorite shirt / Got me feeling the motions, I didn't know / I had for you, you thought you knew / But you didn't / And I didn't at all

14. R U Mine? - Ratwyfe - Looking into your moonlit eyes / You look so enchanting tonight / I get scared when I see your face / ‘Cause I don’t know why you would ever stay

15. Choices - To Kill A King - He's on your doorstep / He's laden with flowers / This garden is freezing, teasing / You're leaving me for hours

16. 1996 - Wild Child - Sometimes it's more than I can take / I try to hold on 'cause I always run away / Just want to see you at the end of every day / Guess if I lose, I'll love you anyways

17. Honeydew - Small Talks - Honeydew / Don’t take it personal cause I love you too / But not the way you want me / I adore you, but not the way you want me to

18. Lost - Liza Anne - I'll be lost if I love him, lost if I won't / And I can't muster up the courage to say it's best that I leave / I can't muster up much of anything when I'm feeling you breathe

19. Waiting on a Ghost - Left at London - I was in love, I couldn't stand you / I could move on, I never planned to / Now I'm in the kitchen just making a meal you won't eat / And cooking exhausts me but I thought I'd try to be sweet

20. Moon Song - Phoebe Bridgers - You couldn't have / Stuck your tongue down the throat of somebody / Who loves you more / So I will wait for the next time you want me / Like a dog with a bird at your door  

21. Rearview - Beach Bunny - Underneath all apathy / You're woven into my tapestry / Did you ever love me at all? / Sometimes I start to lose control

22. Vacation Home - Whitehall - Sometimes, I feel like I'm a house / By the shore, oh I don't wanna be / Some kind of resort for you when you get bored / You know me, I'd rather be / Some place where you can feel happy

23. You Are the Apple - Lady Lamb - You devoured my heart / You devoured my heart like it was strawberry cake at a birthday celebration / But I still need your love / I still need your love / I need your love / I need your love / Yeah, yeah, yeah / I still need your teeth around my organs

24. Baby No More (acoustic) - Anjimile - Am I / Not supposed to hurt you? / Am I / Not supposed to make you cry? / Damn, I / I just don't know good loving / The right way

25. Things We Never Say - Bad Bad Hat - Wish I knew what you were thinking when you kissed me on the floor / But I’m not sorry that I let you, or that we did this whole thing wrong / And I never say I love you, but I meant it all along

26. midnight love - girl in red - I hope that the right time one day arrives / So I'll be willing to let this die / Able to look you right in the eyes / Say I'm not your consolation prize

27. Please You - Montaigne - I'm going to sit here in the dark / And hope one day I make my mark on you, it's all I long to do / I belong to me and to my heart / I hope one day that I can stop, can stop, can stop / Trying to please you

28. His Hands - Blegh - You're too real for me / You should go to something better / I'll give you to someone better / I have friends that'll be on earth for longer / I have friends that won't feel like monsters

29. Bottles - Little Image - I loved you, I loved you / Woah-oh / Did you love me? Did you ever love me? // Or anything anymore? / You bottle your love so tightly

[astraeagreengrass]

exile [the woods part 1]

When you wake up in the floor of your apartment, you have no idea of how much the world has changed

Word Count: 2.708

Warnings: angst, mentions of death and death-related themes, PTSD, brief allusion to a panic attack.

A/N: A month ago, Taylor Swift released her eight studio album folklore and, unsurprisingly, it took over my life. The stories Taylor beautifully narrates in her songs inspired me to write something of my own: the woods is a four-part, post-Endgame story, with some slight changes to the canon, featuring Steve Rogers. Updates will be every Friday. Thank you to @xbuchananbarnes for proof-reading this and @thegetawaywriter for encouraging me to write. The banner picture was found here. Dividers are from @writeyourmindaway. Here is exile. I hope you like it ♡

i think i've seen this film before and i didn't like the ending you're not my homeland anymore so what am i defending now? you were my town, now i'm in exile, seein' you out i think i've seen this film before so i'm leavin' out the side door

Being pieced back together was like a hangover.

Like drinking too much wine one evening and then waking up on a foreign bed, not knowing how you got there. It was a pounding headache, a churning stomach, a dry throat. The back of your teeth were sensitive and the sound of sirens rung too loudly on your ears.

In the aftermath of your intoxication, the city is deafening.

You groaned at the light - you must’ve been so wasted if you’d forgotten the blinds. Every breath took a toll of your lungs, stretching your muscles beyond their strength, creaking your joints as you exhaled.

Someone gasped, startling you.

The familiar floorboards of your apartment greeted you when your eyes opened. Timeworn almond timber, the New York staple. Craning your neck, you saw a foot. Shit. You weren't one to bring one night stands home, or actually have them in the first place. Little ol' you was a little too square, a little too cautious, struggling to keep her trust issues from spilling out of her hands. Definitely not the best candidate for loose-stringed affairs, but your grandma always told you there was a first time for everything.

The foot’s owner nudged you, and you groaned again.

“Miss?” they said. “Are you alive?”

I don’t know.

Your gaze focused and you noticed the person was a boy of eleven or twelve, with a beautiful dark mop of curls and soft brown eyes. What the...

“Who are you?” you managed to croak. There was an ashy taste in your mouth, as if you’d swallowed dust.

The boy looked up and across, and you noticed that, on your left side, his father was crouching beside your body. He looked just like the kid, except a couple of decades older, so you assumed he was the father.

“My name is Cal,” the man said, spacely, as if he’d might frighten you if he spoke normally. “This is my son Daniel. We’re not going to hurt you.”

"Nice to know the invaders won't hurt me," you tried to say, but it came out a jumbled, messy current of words, like a baby first learning to communicate.

"Invaders?" the boy exclaimed, insulted. "We live here!"

"Daniel!" his father chided. "Miss, what is the last thing you remember?"

You pressed a palm to the ground, trying to lay your weight on it so you could stand up. You weren't about to answer an unknown man's questions while laying face-down on your own apartment floor. You might be hungover, but you had more dignity than that. When your body crumpled like a twig under a boot, Cal held you up, helping you to a seating position facing the window.

Craning your neck to shield your eyes from the sun, you noticed it.

Golden brown leaves.

Golden brown leaves that shouldn't exist in May.

You clearly remember opening the windows yesterday to green, lively foliage. New York was many things - loud, chaotic, more often than not dangerous - but it’s seasons were consistent, enduring. Through the tempests and disturbances, nature persevered in her year-long cycle, living and dying and living again.

These particular leaves belonged to October, perhaps even early November, never May.

Something was terribly wrong.

“What day is it?” you whispered, wide eyes going from the window to the man aiding you.

Cal grimaced. His boy was suddenly very quiet.

When you were a child, you used to have nightmares: a ghost in the attic, a wolf haunting the woods outside your house, an IED blowing up your father's convoy in Iraq. They'd trap your consciousness, suffocating your mind with fear and panic, and no night light or teddy bear could stifle the onslaught of relentless screams that rattled the walls and hallways of your childhood home, until your frantic grandmother shook you awake. The reality that greeted you on the floor of your apartment was that Twilight Zone all over again.

“Please,” you pleaded, perhaps to the man, perhaps to yourself.

Cal sighed.

“Today is October 17th, 2023,” he said and you learned that the only thing scarier than a nightmare is life itself. “You’ve been dead for the past five years.”

“We could go to the house in the woods,” you mumbled to the warmth of Steve’s chest.

He tightened his hold around your body, pressing a feather-light kiss to the crown of your head.

“Whatever you want,” he said. “You’ve got me for the weekend.”

“The whole weekend?” you smiled at him, finding the reassurance you needed in his indigo gaze.

Steve kissed you again, a fierce press of lips this time. Mouths and tongues and teeth intertwined, your hand finding hip, his hand finding you thigh.

“The whole weekend,” he breathed in the shell of your ear, right before the two of you became nothing more than a mess of pillows and sheets, drowning in love and want and lust. “And then forever.”

When the world ended, several hospital units closed down due to lack of patients.

When the Avengers managed to reverse the effects of the Snap - no one knew how they did it, but everyone knew it was them because of course it was - the mayor of New York declared the interruption of all kinds of activities in the city in order to help those returning. It was in a campaign hospital in Bryant Park that Steve Rogers found you, sitting up cross-legged and wrapped up in a grey blanket, having your temperature checked by one of the volunteers.

Wearing dark clothes and a cap, Steve was nothing more than a shadow behind the woman's shoulder. A lesser-trained gaze would glide past his figure in a quarter of a second, but not you. Never you. You'd recognize him in a sea of people, as if the blood that sustained you and the bones that built you knew exactly where to find him.

Steve had the decency to wait until the woman was done to approach you. With slow, clearly measured steps, he came closer, taking a seat at the foot of your stretcher. If he reached out his arm, he'd touch you, but he refrained and you were glad he did. In your mind, you saw him days ago, but reality told you differently. The calendar at the nurse's station, the newspaper you got a hold on, the constant broadcast of news: all of them mocked you, tormented you. Five years had gone by - more time than you’d ever had with the man across from you. And if there was ever any lingering doubt in your mind that this was some elaborate trick to fool you, they faded when you noticed the modest signs of aging that nothing but time and grief could inflict on a Super Soldier.

Again, a lesser-trained gaze probably wouldn’t catch them, but that would never be you when it came to Steve Rogers.

The two of you stayed in silence for minutes, watching a CNN report of a family reuniting in Idaho. The mother snapped right after the birth of her daughter - now a little girl with ginger pigtails, hugging her legs and kissing her hands. Everyday since you woke up on the floor of your apartment, there'd been thousands of stories such as this: parents finding children, husbands finding wives. The fallen - that's what the press called people like you, the dead that weren't really dead - all had the same lost look in their eyes. You supposed that's what happened when your clock was five years too late.

“What happened?” you finally asked when the broadcast changed to twin brothers reconvening in Hawaii. “What went wrong?”

Steve didn’t look at you, instead he kept pulling at a loose thread on the hem of his shirt.

“He was too strong,” he sighed. “And I thought I could fight him without Tony, but…”

You nodded.

“One of the nurses said he was badly wounded in the battle upstate,” you mentioned.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “But he’ll recover. Banner is looking after him. He’s got a kid now, you know? Tony. Her name’s Morgan.”

“Wow,” you smiled genuinely. “That sounds unbelievable and incredible at the same time.

“She’s a good girl,” Steve said. “Keeps Tony on his toes.”

On the TV, the two brothers embraced with a beautiful sunset as background.

“What about Sam and Nat?” you wondered.

Steve's fidgety hands stilled. With the left one he rubbed his mouth and chin until his skin was reddish.

"Sam was like you," he muttered and the implicit words hurt more in his voice than anyone else's. "Natasha… She didn't make it."

She didn't make it.

Natasha Romanoff. Natalia. Your mentor, your friend. The strongest woman you'd ever met. She didn't make it.

"What?" you gasped. "What do you mean 'she didn't make it'? Didn't she come back?"

Like Sam and the mother in Idaho and the twins in Hawaii. Like you.

Steve shook his head.

"It wasn't like that," he said. "She survived the Snap. Spent years trying to find something, anything, even the smallest possibility of getting everyone back and when we finally did… She sacrificed herself so we could have the Soul Stone."

"Sacrificed herself? For a stone?" you were extremely agitated now, the grey blanked falling from your shoulders as you looked at Steve searching for any sign of emotion. "Steven, look at me!"

 His eyes were glazed, a big blue sea threatening to spill over in waves of sadness.

"It wasn't a simple stone, Y/N. I'd rather not explain to you here, people can't know about this," he whispered, looking over his shoulder for anyone that could be listening.

"You mean they can't know why they disappeared and were brought back together like broken toys?" you exclaimed. "Toys that the Avengers can grab and then toss aside however they please? I'm not your toy, Steve!"

You knew you could be cruel. Ruthless. A child yelling ferociously at the top of her lungs until she got what she wanted. An angry teenager. An intelligence officer with obscure morals. But even when he left you without a goodbye, you'd always kept your forked tongue away from Steve Rogers.

Until now.

"Please," Steve pleaded. "Let's go home. I'll explain everything to you when we get there."

"I have no home," you spat. "I had a home three days ago when you came in saying something bad would happen, only to leave me again. Now I have nothing!”

Your tears were hot when they streamed down your face.

“I don't even know myself anymore,” you admitted and somehow that was worse than knowing you were alone in a world you didn't recognize. "All I know is dust. My bones were dust and now they're not. My heart was dust and now it's not. Everyone keeps telling me that I'm safe and that 'it's all over', but what is?"

You gasped, trying to breathe in some tranquility and breathe out some of the agony twisting your insides, but all that came out was a distressing wheeze.

"How do I know that I will not disappear again?" you cried and there was no more Steve, just a curtain of water contorting his figure, like one of those paintings he loved and you never understood the meaning.

The stretcher creaked when Steve pulled you to him, rubbing your arms back as he whispered your name.

"Breathe, Y/N. Breathe."

But you were so scared of breathing. So scared that you'd taste ash again and your lungs would collapse in dust, leaving not a shred of the person you were for people to remember you by. So scared of losing a game you didn't even know you were playing.

"Steve..." You weeped, gripping his shirt tightly.

"I'm here, my love. Just breathe."

You weren't expecting him.

After two years, the hope that kept you up at night waiting for him grew tired, dwindling until it was mere utopia. So you shut the windows, changed the locks and turned off the bedside lamp. Perhaps that's what brought him to your door, you thought. Maybe, wherever he was in the world, he felt your devotion waning, so he returned to haunt you.

You had to admit, though, that of all the ways you imagined Steve Rogers coming back to you, him ringing your doorbell at midnight wasn't one of them.

He looked handsome, with shaggy blonde hair curling at his ears and a beard, and it hurt like a punch to the stomach.

It's hard when the one that hurts the most you looks so unfazed, meanwhile you're just a shell of what you used to be.

"You've lost weight," was the first thing he said, as if he'd left to grab groceries instead of becoming an international criminal.

"What are you doing here?" you replied, ignoring his greeting. If that could even be a greeting.

He sighed, mentioning with his head to the hallway behind you.

“Can I come in?”

You stepped aside, letting him walk through. You didn’t bother turning the key because if anyone really wanted to get to him they wouldn’t be worried about leaving your door in one piece. Steve stood in the middle of the living room, his hands on his waist. An onlooker would never guess that he once belonged there.

“Did you hear about Tony?” He asked when you sat down at the armchair next to the window. The one you bought together in Ikea and Steve insisted he could assemble on his own.

“Yes,” you said. Tony Stark went missing after an alien ship appeared in Midtown. It was exactly the kind of disaster that would bring Steve Rogers to New York. “Have you found him?”

“No,” he replied. “But the same aliens that took Tony attacked Vision in Edinburgh. We managed to stop them from killing him, but he’s badly wounded. When he heard about Tony we flew to the Compound.”

You nodded. It was strange how you could feel so detached from these people- Vision, Wanda, even Tony in a way. They were once your friends, your colleagues. Now they just felt like characters in Steve’s tale - no longer part of your life, only his.

“And why are you here?” you asked.

Why did you come to the home we used to share? you meant to say. Did you miss it? Did you miss me?

He shrugged.

“I thought maybe you could’ve found something on Tony and…”

“If you went to the compound it means you saw Rhodey and Rhodey has most definitely told you that I quit my job when the Avengers split,” you interrupted him. “I have no tech, no machinery, no means whatsoever to find Tony here, nothing that Rhodey has at his disposal Upstate. So why are you really here?”

He was a stranger. Cold and detached, like the house that once trapped him. There was no tenderness in the blue of his eyes.

“Something bad is coming, Y/N,” he said. “I’m not sure what it is yet, but I… I wanted to see you. I wanted to know that you were safe.”

You thought Steve Rogers was done breaking your heart. You thought that when you stopped expecting his return you’d go back to who you were before him, even if you couldn’t find that girl amongst the mess he made of you. You thought you’d be safe from love, and trust and kind soldiers with blue eyes, but you’d never be safe from him - your fellow and your foe.

“Is that all you wanted to say?” you croaked, holding back the tears swimming in your throat with a cough.

Steve fisted his hands, and for a moment you swore that he was stopping himself from holding you. But he just hung his head, tearing his gaze from where you were sitting by the window.

“Just stay home, ok?” he stated. “Try not to leave the house until this situation is resolved.”

Then he turned around and left again.

[lovelylogans]

1 Okay, so I have literally no idea what style of music you like listening to but I also love giving music recs, so I'm just going to give a bunch of different ones. I also don't know what you already know so apologies if you know all of them already. If you like sort of indie rock stuff I'd recommend Modern Baseball (favourite song would be Two Good Things), The Front Bottoms (favourite song = The Plan (Fuck Jobs) and Twin Size Mattress)) and Rainbow Kitten Surprise (favourite = Devil Like Me

3Human Petting Zoo (Very cool songs like I'm Here/I'm Queer and No Fun Zone, but also the entire album UFO I can listen to on repeat, so all I guess?), Kimya Dawson (favourite song is My Bike and the singer also belongs to The Mouldy Peaches, which I would recommend probably the song Anyone but You) and AJJ (Has some pretty upsetting themes and lyrics so maybe give a pass if you're sensitive, but my favourite is probably Brave as a Noun and People). This is so many and I'm not done, I'm so sorry 4 For softer songs/artists I would recommend Sleeping at Last, Death Cab for Cutie, Sufjan Stevens, Gregory and the Hawk and Cavetown. These are again quite popular but if you don't know them I can give a starting song. For more upbeat songs, I like Noah and the Whale (5 Years Time and Two Atoms in a Molecule are favourites) and Jukebox the Ghost (Hold it in and Beady Eyes on the Horizon are good). Most of the rest I'm not really sure on a category? But here goes 5 Delta Rae (Bottom of the River and Dance in the Graveyards), The Mountain Goats (most of their songs honestly, but No Children, This Year and Damn Those Vampires are favourites), Regina Spektor (I think she had a song on Logan's playlist? But I love her songs and voice so much, I have so many favourites, Eet, Two Birds, Dance Anthem of the 80's, Ne me Quitte Pas, Call Them Brothers, I'm going to stop before I rec all her songs, but yes, all her songs),The Crane Wives (Tongues and Teeth and 6How to Rest are favourites). There are some individual songs I like without having listened to the artist's other songs, like Your Heart is a Muscle the Size of your Fist (Some upsetting lyrics), Despite What You've Been Told, A Complete List of Fears Ages 5-28, I DON'T TRUST U ANYMORE and Brother Sister by Beta Radio. If you like musicals then Hadestown, The Lightning Thief and Be More Chill are all very good. Oh wow this got long, I'm so sorry, I couldn't stop and these are only a tiny amount

okay, WOW, thank you so much for this extensive list!!!!! i see some artists/songs i’ve been meaning to hear and some i’ve never heard of before!!!

[noxtms]

dear cherry ; we are pleased to inform you that your application for PHOEBE FLETCHER-BLAKE has been accepted to 𝐧𝐨𝐱 ! anya taylor joy is now taken. you have twenty four hours to submit your account, or else your role will be reopened !

⧼   anya taylor-joy, nonbinary, she/they   /   tongues & teeth, the crane wives + with a cool palm either side of your rosy cheeks, your mother instills in you the only lesson you will ever need: lie.  (  number one: no, fletcher is my grandmother’s maiden name. mum wanted to honour her, thought it’d be nice.  )  and what’s that line again, something about leaving like a father / running like water  ?  the tap is still trickling when the door nudges itself shut, when your mother wipes sweat from her brow, when she realises that she is left alone. the water is running when she comes to the stone-cold realisation that she hasn’t been alone at all. the sink will always overflow, and you will always be powerless to stop it. water will always run, ripple like silk in the sunlight  ;  will you drown, will you learn to run alongside it  ?  whisked away from a world wherein half your name casts dreadful shadow upon you, it is the one kindness she will afford you and even then, it comes with a price.  (  number two:  i didn’t throw the first jinx, i swear, headmistress.  )  when your headmistress sits you down, querulous tones tremoring with the weight of something unspoken, you lie. no, your house is not a violent one but there is something rotting in the maw / red-raw, brilliant bruise that has made itself a home in the yawning chasm that exists as your family. there are three of you, bright & beautiful & made brutal under the tutelage of a woman who will only ever find beauty in savagery. yours is a childhood cloaked in cigarette smoke and smouldering silence / different house, same crumpled packets of marlboro reds that your mother smokes, that you will adopt too. she teaches you to lie, to shift everything about yourself / to change your colours, in the most literal sense. prized jewel in a terrifying crown, you change colours to go with the seasons and she loves you for it / she hates you for it / one day, you will come to reconcile both. when your headmistress asks you, in her steady tones, whether you threw the first jinx, you lie with the brightest eyes and somewhere, the base of your mother’s spine tingles.  (  number three:  oh, i don’t need any help with my career. i know exactly what i’m going to do.  )  clementine von radics asks, when will i stop belonging to this hungry thing inside me  ? bo carpelan says, the greater the silence around me, the more attention it demands. this is how you create something from the gasping void buried under your lungs: it feels like the process of grieving. take what she taught you, do to it what she did / find glory, use softest hands and even softer words to nurture something kind. coax it if you must. she gave you the tools, sharpened you, took something from you that you’ve clawed back until it’s bloodied and scored deep but my god, it’s yours.  (  number four:  no, fletcher is my grandmother’s maiden name. i promise.  )   ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that PHOEBE LOUISE FLETCHER-BLAKE? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY-FIVE year old half blood WIX / METAMORPHMAGUS is an ISLE OF SORCERY alumnus who has gone on to be a DAILY PROPHET REPORTER. i’ve heard they can be quite EXACTING & UNDAUNTED, but i don’t know… they came off very CLOISTERED & APORETIC in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?   [   cherry, twenty2, aest, she/they.   ]   +  unregistered mouse animagus / one of tempest clearwater’s flings & one of nazli demirtaş’s clients.

[huskynotwolf]

Tongues and Teeth

-song by the Crane Wives

-fanfic by The Crazy Husky

No. 2

(This is a project I made for Crane Wives x Life Series. Scott basically enjoys singing here and plans to do a project to sing every song by the Crane Wives. All lyrics belong to Crane Wives, and I own the fanfic.)

Pearl muttered unhappily as she hefted her guitar up. Scott was also grouching, apparently disagreeing with Grian as well, since he made them sing. He made both of them sing a song about him and Scar.

Scott could also see that Pearl was on the edge of breaking. She hated being forced to do stuff. Grian had overheard them singing, and it was as embarrassing as it sounds. Cleo also told Scar, so Pearl had beaten her up so hard she was sent to infirmary for three days.

Scott began thinking of anything to describe their relationship… the song Tongues and Teeth came to his mind, and he began furiously trying to remember the lyrics.

Recently, he and Pearl had listened to way more Crane Wives songs than they’re supposed to, but at least they’re both completely consent with that, although things get awkward afterwards. He could remember a few more song lyrics than before, so he was confident to hit Grian hard enough so he wouldn’t bother them anymore.

He tugged Pearl’s shoulder and whispered, “Tongues and Teeth. That one.” She thought of it for a moment, then nodded. Giggling, she tuned her guitar and readied, casting a final glance at me. I nodded, then we began.

She immediately began strumming the strings of the guitar, starting the song. He prepared himself for the first lyrics. “I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel, it's all that I can give to you, my dear.” He sung as she slowed down the speed of the music.

“And when you come in quick to steal a kiss, my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear.” Scott gave Pearl a tiny smile while Grian and Scar watched intently with extreme confusion. “And I know that you mean so well, but I am not a vessel for your good intent,” Scott nudged Pearl with his shoulder, and she took the singing part while simultaneously playing the guitar. “I will only break your pretty things. I will only wring you dry of everything, but if you're fine with that, you can be mine like that,” She sung.

“~~~” She began playing the guitar with such intensity that he though it would basically just give up and break like Pearl’s first guitar (she smashed it, then smashed Scott’s). Grian looked at Scar, who shrugged back at him. “Dunno,” he muttered.

“Abandon all your stupid dreams
About the girl I could have been, my dear. 'Cause in the night I know you burn with feelings I cannot return, my dear, oh, my dear,” she sung, then shot Scott a look to signal him to continue. “You gotta know that this won't last. Desperation will erase the fact I'm keeping all,” he raised his voice slightly.

“Of the answers in my cigarette box. Yeah, the answer's in the second before the other shoe drops. And if you're blind to that, I am fine with that,” As soon as he finished, Pearl launched into another series of intense guitar playing. “~~~”

“I think she means us,” Grian muttered to Scar. Scar glared at him, shocked, then said, “Nah, it’s probably just the song.” Grian slapped him then looked back at the two preforming pair. By then Cleo, Martyn, BigB, Impulse and Ren had came over to watch, but Scott and Pearl continued, ignoring them and focused on their original goal.

“Oh, I will ruin you,” Pearl sung, then passed it to Scott. “Oh, I will ruin you.” He sung without missing a beat. “It's a habit - I can't help it. I know that you mean so well, but I am not a vessel for your good intent,” Pearl nodded slightly then they joined each other into the final verses.

“I will only break your pretty things. I will only wring you dry of everything, and if you're fine with that. If you're fine with that,” They sung, with Pearl continuing her part as the guy with the guitar. “I will poison all your happy thoughts,” Pearl’s shoulder muscles suddenly tensed. “I love you like the ashes in my cigarette box, and if you're fine with that,” Pearl gripped the guitar harder. “You can be mine.” She kept playing, though Scott could see her excitement vibrating from her body. “If you're fine with that, you can be mine~”

She then followed up with her amazing guitar skills, playing through the rest of the song like an expert. Scott sung to the tune, then they concluded by Scott whooping the final part and Pearl trailing off with her guitar.

Everyone began clapping, with only Scar and Grian feeling very flustered and was looking away from each other, nervous. As soon as the clapping ended, though, Pearl hefted the wooden guitar and smashed it on Scar’s head. It broke into splinters. “That’s for making me sing in public!” She screeched. Scar scowled back, brushing wood bits off his head.

Scott sighed. He’s gonna have to make an unbreakable guitar for Pearl next time. Either she’s gonna take it out on Scott or someone else is ending up in the infirmary.

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