#vrill talks

[villruu]

not to be overdramatic or anything, but if I ever fell down a rabbit hole hunting for revenge, and you, my best friend, were there and helped me plan murder in order to bring justice into the world, and we huddled together in dark forests as we tried to avoid the nightmarish creature hunting us while we hunt for the human monster, and we stayed together even as we lose whole parts of ourselves, corrupting into satire parodies of what we once were, and i discovered that *you* had a hand in bringing this monster into our lives, you were part of the reason why tragedy is now our life, and i tortured you, and i made you fear for your life, and i made you think you were truly going crazy, and then I realized that it never even mattered, because, in the end, the human monster made his own choice to fall into rot while you spent your time trying to cling to a life worth living and I realize I'm becoming the same fucking monster that we're hunting, and i got people killed, and i got you in danger, and in the end I became the reason why everything went to shit, well. I would have let go of the window too, to be honest. A death from a simple fall would be far more merciful than my own mind.

[deezlees]

Day 2: Quality time

My snippet for Day 2 of @clonexocweek

Another scene with Rex and Catrin as they spend more time together.

For more about Catrin, you can read my longfic over on AO3 called Tales from Asha.

Summary: Rex invites Catrin out to 79's for a chance to get to know her better. Rex is caught off guard when Commander Wolffe shows up. But that's not where the night takes an interesting turn...

Warnings & Triggers: Alcohol consumption

Words: 3160

“Rex, buddy, you need to stop staring at the door, and just relax.” Kix said loudly so he could be heard over the music in the bar. 

“Huh?” Rex's head swung back around to look at the medic. He hadn't realised he'd been staring at the door of 79's every time it opened.

“She'll either be here, or she won't. So stop worrying about it and have fun.” Kix grinned.

“I just wanted to keep an eye out, so if she does show up, there's someone here she knows.” Rex tried to explain. 

“Uh huh, and not because you're desperate to see her again?” Kix remarked with a sly grin. “Cause I know I am.” He winked at Rex. 

Rex scowled into his drink. Kix was far better at talking to women than Rex. If Kix was interested in Catrin, what hope did he have? 

“Man, you really have it bad for this woman, don't you?” Kix chuckled. 

“What does that mean?” Rex grumbled. 

“Oh come on Rex! I've never seen you this distracted before.” Kix pointed out. 

Rex just grunted and took a gulp from his drink. He looked around 79's at all the clones having a good time. Jesse was on the dance floor, as usual, dancing with some random woman he'd been chatting up earlier. He and Kix sat in silence at the bar, each lost in their own thoughts for a while. One song ended, another began. Kix had finished his drink and flagged down the bartender for another. 

Rex turned his head around, for what felt like the 100th time, at the sound of the door opening. It was another group of clones arriving. He sighed and turned back to look in his drink. 

“This was a bad idea. I think I'll just head back to the barracks.” Rex told Kix. 

Kix was about to reply when a voice chimed in from behind them. 

“That's a shame, I only just got here!” Came Catrin's cheery voice. 

Rex spun around to see her standing there, that confident smile on her face. 

“Trin! You made it!” Kix grinned. “And you brought a friend?” He inquired. 

Beside Catrin stood a woman unlike anyone Rex had ever seen before. Granted, he probably still had a lot to see in the galaxy, but she was the first he'd seen of whatever species she was. She had dark blue skin, several short flat lekku on her head, and white markings on her face. She was shorter than Catrin, but wore heeled shoes to make up for it. Her grey and silver outfit was tight fitting and showed off her curves well. 

“Yes, let me introduce Satira. Satira, this is Rex and Kix.” Catrin gestured to each person in turn as she made the introductions. 

“Pleasure.” Satira said, inclining her head ever so slightly.  

“Let me get you lovely ladies a drink!” Kix announced. “What would you like?” 

“Vrill Brandy.” Satira said without hesitation. Kix’s eyebrows shot up. That was a strong drink, even by clone standards. 

“House white is fine for me.” Catrin told him. 

Rex just stared at Catrin. She looked incredible in a tight fitting, dark green shirt, and black palazzo pants. Her long red hair was loose and flowed over her shoulders and down her back in waves. His ability to speak seemed to have left him. She slid onto the bar stool next to him, still smiling that amazing smile. He grinned sheepishly back at her. 

“It should be me buying you boys a drink.” Catrin said with a lighthearted laugh.

“Oh? Why is that?” Kix inquired, handing the ladies the drinks they had asked for.

“You saved my life. That certainly deserves a round or two.” She answered. 

“It was nothing. Just doing our job.” Kix laughed. “Besides, a woman as beautiful as you should never have to buy a drink.” 

Satira sipped her brandy, watching the exchange with a keen eye. “Too obvious.” She remarked in a bored tone. “If you're going to flirt, at least put some effort into it.” 

“I don't see Trin complaining.” Kix said with a wink. 

It annoyed Rex. It shouldn't. Kix could flirt with anyone he wanted to. Rex had sat next to Kix or Jesse countless times as they hit on women at 79’s. But for some reason, it bothered Rex when they flirted with Catrin. Why did he feel this way around a woman he barely knew? Rex snapped back to the conversation when Catrin spoke. 

“Satira, if you're going to critique their flirting, the least you can do is teach them how to do it.” Catrin said with a laugh. She turned to Kix, saying, “You’ll have to excuse her, she tends to be short on patience with men being too obvious in their attentions.” 

Satira rolled her eyes and downed the rest of her brandy in a single gulp. 

“I'm going to go dance. You coming?” She said, looking at Kix. 

“If you're asking, then of course!” Kix replied enthusiastically. 

Just before they left for the dance floor, Kix leaned towards Rex and whispered in his ear. “Ask Trin to dance. Now's your chance.” Then he was off, trailing after Satira. 

Catrin took a sip of wine and turned to Rex. “So.” She said, letting the single syllable hang in the air, like a delicate bubble about to pop. 

“So…” Rex replied awkwardly. He had been hoping to be alone with her all day, and now he finally was, he didn't know what to say or do. Just then Jesse appeared on the other side of Catrin. 

“Trin, you look stunning this evening! I simply have to ask you to dance.” He said in his most flirtatious voice. He extended a hand towards her. Rex scowled even more into his drink. 

“You flatter me Jesse.” Catrin said, she placed a hand on her chest and flashed a stunning smile at him.

Here we go again, Jesse and Kix get a girl, while Rex drinks alone. Why do I even come here? Rex thought bitterly. 

“I will sadly have to decline your offer.” She continued. 

“Aww, c’mon, just one dance?” Jesse tried.

“I was unconscious in your medbay 10 hours ago. I probably shouldn't be dancing.” She said with a wink and a sly smile. “But don’t let my boring self deprive you of dancing, I’m sure there’s lots of lovely ladies here you can flirt with Jesse.” 

Jesse made a big show of mock sadness, and then strode off back to the dance floor. Rex picked up on what she said instantly. Why had he invited her here! He was an idiot. Of course she should be recovering at home. 

“If you’re still unwell and need to leave…” Rex tried to say, but Catrin just shook her head at him. 

“I’m perfectly fine. Just, don’t tell Jesse I didn’t want to dance with him.” She said with a sly sideways glance at him. A lopsided grin spread across Rex’s face. 

They sat and chatted for a short while, mostly discussing the state of the war, as it was the only common talking point they currently seemed to have. Rex didn’t mind, he had been hoping to try and talk with her more. Even if he wasn’t sure what to talk about with a civilian woman, she seemed knowledgeable and competent about battle tactics, which impressed him. They’d finished their drinks and Rex was about to order another round for them, when a large group of 104th clone troopers came through the front door of 79’s. Rex glanced at the larger group, noting that they must have also just arrived on Coruscant, and turned back to Catrin. “Another drink?” He asked her. 

“Sure.” She said with a smile, but her eyes were on the 104th clones. “Wolffe’s here.” She added.

Rex turned again to look at the group of clones all chatting and laughing as they walked towards the bar. Sure enough, Wolffe was among them. Rex wasn’t sure how Catrin knew Wolffe, another mystery added to her repertoire, he guessed. 

Wolffe looked up and saw Catrin, he looked slightly shocked, but then he grinned and made a beeline for her. When the other clones in the group realised where he was going, and who was at the bar, a loud chorus of cheers went up and they all came over. “Hey! Trin!” Several shouted, surrounding her. Rex was buffeted either side by the 104th clones as they tried to get close to her. He scowled at them. He scowled even more when Catrin got up and started giving them all quick hugs or grasping their forearms in greeting. 

Then, she gave Wolffe the biggest hug of all, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him close, while he gave her a big bear hug, picking her up, her feet leaving the ground. Rex had always thought of Wolffe as a stern soldier, so seeing him giving hugs so freely to Catrin was a slight shock. He honestly thought that if anyone tried to hug Wolffe, he’d rather punch them before returning their hug, but things were clearly different with her. 

“What are you doing here, Trin?” Wollfe asked, a massive grin on his face. 

“Came in with the 501st, and Captain Rex kindly invited me out this evening to 79’s for a drink.” She said, the joy in her voice clear as she smiled at them all. Wolffe nodded at Rex, with a quick “Hello”. Rex respected Wolffe, he was a good Commander, but at this moment, he was a little annoyed at how familiar he was with Catrin. “How are my wolf pups doing?” She asked.

There was a cacophony of voices as they all replied at once. Catrin tossed her head back laughing, clearly enjoying their enthusiasm.

“On leave for a couple days. So the boys insisted on dragging me out here for a drink.” Wolffe replied once the other clones had stopped talking. “General Plo Koon has some Jedi business to attend to at the temple. Which means we get a little shore leave.” 

“Well then, feel free to come by my place anytime! The door is always open for you.” She said with a smile. 

Rex’s eyebrow shot up in a questioning look, but no one seemed to notice him. Wolffe has an open invitation to her place? He wondered. They were all too engrossed talking at once to notice him moodily staring into his empty glass. 

“Is Calli with you?” One of the clones asked.

“Sorry Tinker, Calli is currently working. But I think she’ll be back tomorrow. I’ll let her know you asked about her though.” She said teasingly. The clone, Tinker, blushed slightly as his brothers gave him friendly punches in the arm and chuckled at him. Rex was intrigued by the whole interaction, even if it was annoying him. She clearly knew them all quite well. 

“Alright boys, go have some fun and let me drink in peace!” Catrin finally said with a laugh. They said their goodbyes and left, except for Wolffe, who slipped onto the stool on the other side of her. 

“What do you boys want? It’s my round.” She said, looking between Rex and Wolffe. When she looked at Rex, her smile faltered slightly. She could feel his annoyance emanating off of him. She took their orders and got the drinks, placing them in front of each clone. 

Rex tried to put on a good face, smiling and pretending like he was fine. He did like Wolffe after all, and it’s not like this was a date or anything. Catrin was free to talk to whoever she liked. He found the dynamic strange however. He’d only known her for approximately 2 rotations, but she clearly knew other clones quite well. He watched her and Wolffe chatting with such ease, cracking jokes back and forth, and reminiscing about events they had both been involved in. Part of him wished he had that rapport with her. 

Wolffe started telling Catrin about a mission he was on with Rex recently. Rex was grateful to be pulled into the conversation, especially since the story Wolffe was telling made Rex look good. Catrin listened, hanging on his every word, smiling between the two clones. Rex finally started to relax as the conversation began to flow much more naturally between the three of them. 

Rex wasn’t sure how long they had been there chatting, but they had all finished their drinks. Wolffe sighed and politely announced that he was exhausted and wanted to get to his rack early. He put a gentle hand on Catrin’s shoulder and squeezed, she placed her hand on his, squeezing back. They smiled at each other, almost as if something unspoken passed between them. Rex frowned.

Rex wasn’t always the most observant when it came to interpersonal relations, but he sensed there was something more to them than they were letting on. His heart sank. Wolffe had beaten him to the girl of his dreams. I’ve got no chance. He’s a Commander. He lamented in his mind. Rack time, my ass. Give it a few minutes, and then she’ll find some excuse to leave. Then they’ll meet up somewhere. His sour mood descended on him again. He practically glared at Wolffe’s back as he watched the 104th Commander leave 79’s. 

“So, what would you like to do next? Another drink? Dancing perhaps?” Catrin asked him. 

Rex was caught off-guard, not expecting this line of questioning. “Uhh….” He stared at her, unsure of what to say. “Do you want to dance?” He asked sheepishly. Rex hated it, but he was trying to think of what Kix or Jesse would do. 

“It’s fun with a partner who likes to dance, but I get the sense that’s not really your thing.” She said with a smile, then chuckled. 

“I will admit, I’m not a good dancer.” He replied, fiddling with his empty drink glass. 

“Want to get out of here? Go somewhere quieter, less busy.” She offered. 

Rex’s head shot up as he looked at her. This wasn’t what he was expecting at all. 

“S-sure.” He stammered. 

“Great! I’ll just let Satira know. Meet you outside in a few.” Catrin said with a smile, and then headed off to the dance floor. Rex rose and made his way outside. He appreciated the cool night air on his face when he stepped outside. 

A few minutes later, Catrin appeared at his side. “Where to?” She asked him. 

“I, uh, I honestly have no idea. If I’m not here at 79’s, I’m at the GAR barracks.” Rex admitted. “I’m not too familiar with Coruscant.” 

“Even at night, the Skydome Botanical Gardens are quite lovely. They’ll be quiet at this time.” She suggested. 

“Sure, whatever you recommend.” 

Catrin smiled up at him, and beckoned for him to follow her. She headed over to the speeder parking, hopping into a sleek, red 2-seater skycar. While he wasn’t knowledgeable about skycars at all, it looked like an expensive and fast model. Rex was impressed.

“This yours?” He asked, getting into the passenger side. “Of course!” She confirmed with a joyous laugh. Then she pulled away from 79’s, joining the steady stream of skycars that zipped around Coruscant. 

They sat in comfortable silence, the radio playing local pop songs, as they made their way to the gardens. When they arrived, Catrin easily parked, and they headed in together. It was quiet, and there weren’t many people around. Rex had never been before, and he found it interesting, even if it wasn’t really his thing. It was the company he was enjoying more than the setting. 

“There’s something about gardens that are so calming.” Catrin sighed, looking around at all the plants. She knelt to admire a bright red flower. Rex stood next to her awkwardly. He didn’t see the point in admiring plants. Especially plants that were obviously grown here in controlled conditions. 

“Rex, I wanted to thank you.” Catrin suddenly said, standing up and turning to face him. “Thank you for getting me out of the rock slide on Indupar.” She placed a hand on his arm to show her genuine appreciation. 

Rex could feel the heat rising in his neck, a blush creeping into his cheeks. “It was nothing.” He muttered. 

“It wasn’t nothing, and I appreciate what you did for me. Both on Indupar, and helping me regain my strength on the cruiser afterwards.” Catrin gave him a gentle smile, then continued walking down the path. 

“I should thank you.” Rex said, falling in step beside her. “You saved me and my men. And, you came up with the plan that stopped the Separatists. You did far more than I did.”

“It’s not the size of the gesture, but the virtue of the intent.” She replied. He didn’t quite understand what she meant by that, so he just nodded. 

They walked in silence for a few minutes, occasionally stopping for Catrin to admire a plant or flower. Rex watched her closely, taking in every detail about her. He kept trying to think of something to say to her, some way to have an easy conversation like she had with Wolffe or Kix. Clones weren’t trained for this type of thing, some were just naturally good at it, but Rex felt completely out of his depth. He took a deep breath, about to ask her a question, when the sound of a comm device pinged urgently. 

Catrin pressed a button on a wrist cuff she was wearing. “Nessa, what’s up?” She asked, not even bothering to say hello to whoever was on the other end of the line. 

“Decrypted a secure Separatist message. Something big is about to go down.” Said a curt female voice from the comm device. 

“Send it over.” Catrin replied, her tone all business. 

There was a brief moment of silence, then the woman said, “Sent.” through the wrist comm. 

“Thanks, Nessa.” Catrin had pulled out a small datapad, smaller than any Rex had ever seen. Catrin looked at the info on it, her brow furrowing. “When was this message sent?” Catrin asked into her comm unit. “6 hours ago. Sorry I couldn’t decrypt it faster.” Nessara replied.

“No, you did well, no one else would have been able to do it this fast. You’ve given us some time. I’ll call you later.” Catrin said, then she hung up.

“What is it?” Rex asked her, concern in his voice. He could see whatever information Catrin was looking at on her screen, it wasn’t good news. 

Catrin looked around to see if they were alone, then leaned in and said in an urgent whisper, “There’s a massive Separatist attack planned. They’re going to hit the GAR outpost on Roche roughly 8 hours from now. We need to tell someone.”

Rex nodded. “We need to get to the Jedi temple and tell General Skywalker and the Jedi council.” 

They both turned and sprinted for the exit.

[ssaalexblake]

Anyway on the gifset that just spat out of my queue, of 13 emptying her pockets in the halloween apocalypse, one of the things she puts in Yaz’s hands look suspiciously like a bovril stock cube box;

and I thought it was weird but the whole point is it’s weird, right?

But I saw this thing about the royal albert hall yesterday, and it talks about it hosting what is widely regarded as the first ever sci-fi convention in 1891 (you know, even down to guests being encouraged to cosplay), where cups of bovril were sold as a drink because the stock was named after a word from a super popular sci-fi book called The Coming Race by Baron Edward Bulwer-Lytton that many guests were there cosplaying from, where earth is threatened by a race that uses Vril power (bovil is a portmantea of bovine and vrill). Hence, Bovril being present at the first ever sci-fi con. 

So now i’m pretty sure Somebody on the production staff knew that... Which is one of the weirdest wider sci-fi references i’ve ever seen in DW, but i’m pretty sure it Is a reference??? Either that it’s one hell of a coincidence. I looked it up and this information has been available online since 2016, so it is plausible. 

(apparently the book includes a fortune telling dog. which. lol)

[puddicure]

ok but real talk, I feel like Vrille is one of the best new characters in the show because she’s got such a STORY. (Not to mention the events at the temple being such one most memorable and CHILLING sequences of the season.)

Vrille encapsulates so many Big Themes about androids and “humanity.”

The PARALLELS to be drawn between a human child and an android as “property,” an object under total control of their parents, no matter how neglectful they are…the lack of control both are given, and how both the “real Vrille” and the Vrille we know were forced to resort to violence to assert control over a life they didn’t ask to be born into…

and how her narrative dovetails so perfectly into that of Number Seven and Campion- that all People, human or otherwise, have equal capacity for destruction and for love, and that those things are much closer to the same thing than anyone wants to admit.

[villruu]

why are we still here,,,, just to suffer??

@villruu

im sorry i had to

[talesfromgringolandia]

Underwing Challenge Day 6 - What does your portfolio look like? Talk about as many other WIPs as you’d like here.

So how far back do I want to go? I’ve had a lot of WIPs. Not as much as some people I’ve seen in this challenge. A lot of them I’m not actually working on anymore, but I’d like to get back to one day.

Besides Bo and Shen, these are the WIP’s that are still, well, in progress.

Elissa:

The next most recent WIP I worked on is called Elissa, because the main character is named Elissa.(I am very creative). Elissa began as a project with a friend of mine, based on a dream she had. The title character is an android who has been raised believing she’s human. The story begins when she discovers she is an android. She has been raised by two people: her adoptive mother is Claudia, a devout Catholic who has been following the rules of the lab by not teaching Elissa any of her faith. She regrets that now, and begins trying to introduce Elissa to the faith. The other is Jacob, a staunch atheist who doesn’t believe Elissa is honestly human. He hasn’t really been raising Elissa, not like Claudia has, but he’s been very involved as a scientist. Elissa has to deal with the existential implications of her nature, and that's before she learns about the apocalypse which occurred a hundred years ago.

The Technarchs Rule:

This one still doesn’t have a name, because there’s no one story so far, just a universe I find super interesting. It actually began as the history of the anarchic period of the world of Boot Camp Renus, but as things developed, I found myself more interested in a post-apocalyptic world instead. I also found myself forgetting my fictional planets more and more, and focusing much more on Mars.

The solar system has been colonized for a while. Martian Iron, the product of smelting the red soil, is one of the most powerful metals of the solar system, and is vital for modern spaceship hulls. It's also incredibly common, being the literal dirt on Mars.

Eventually, there is tension over who gets to use the dirt, as Earth-based companies continue to mine it without permission from Mars. This blows over into an actual war for independence between Mars and Earth, with all other colonies picking sides.

During the war, each side races to create the perfect AI, which could predict the location of a ship and its strategy in seconds. Mars wins this race by performing unethical experiments on children, creating the first Computer-Child. This boy soon rises through the ranks of the army, and once he has the authority, orders the nuking of the Earth's surface. This was a line that previously, neither side had dared to cross. After rendering Earth uninhabitable, the computer-child assumes control of Mars as Technarch, cybernetically enhancing himself until he is functionally immortal. The rest of the solar system falls into chaos and anarchy. This is the setting.

The Technarch creates a cult following around himself, and out of his followers, selects several (probably 12) to be his Olympians, cyborgs who had been enhanced to the point of being nearly unstoppable.

Other characters include assassin bots Kenta and Deko, and a bounty hunter named Van Dorn.

A Christmas Story / A Letter from Pelznickel:

Does it count as a WIP if it's finished? This is the only project I’ve ever finished, and it got second place in a writing competition. It's my idea of the origin story of Santa Claus. I can’t decide between the two titles. Pelznickel is actually a character in folklore believed to be a proto-Santa Claus, which is why I used that name. I tried to only use names in actual Santa lore, and it worked really well, I think.

Under the cut, I’ll include the WIP’s that hold a deep place in my heart, but I haven’t worked on in years, for various reasons.

Yellowstone:

One of my first projects ever. It's about a post-apocalypse but with superheroes. When a radioactive meteor lands in Yellowstone National Park and starts infecting people with a fatal disease, the government builds a radioactive-proof wall around the park and the surrounding areas, leaving the people trapped inside to fend for themselves. A small percentage of people are immune to the disease, and the children of these survivors are discovered to have strange powers. A generation later, people have left the cities and settled around farms and villages for food. Damon and his sister Emma are no different, living on the ranch of Jarod Levin, an immune survivor of the radiation. When a newcomer named Jonas Reed arrives trying to make the first map of the area, everything changes for them. By everything changes, I mean a raiding party appears, burns the ranch down, and kills everybody but Damon, Emma, their friend Ian, Jonas, and another girl named Melissa. I then realized I had no plot after that, and have not written for it since. But this was my first foray into worldbuilding with seven chapters of introduction to the world, as well as dynamics between the characters before the place burns down. They are definitely some of my favorite characters I have ever created, probably more than even the characters in Bo and Shen.

Boot Camp Renus:

My first foray into Science Fiction. After centuries of anarchy, the three colonized solar systems have finally been united under the Interstellar Democracy, or ISD. Deko Fost, a Martian teenager, is struggling with guilt after the death of his sister 2 years ago. In an attempt to redeem himself, he decides to join the Star Force, and is sent to the planet Renus, a small, dense world dedicated to the military boot camp. There, he meets Earthling Norenaya Amankai, daughter of missing war hero Roka Amankai; and Hagane Kenta, an Atlantean man who has no restrictions on what he will do to succeed. Minor characters are two twins who are intentionally carbon copies of the Weasley twins, just different hair color. The themes focus on Deko’s Catholic faith, and on his recovery. Norenaya, or Naya, is not mentally prepared for boot camp, and has to find strength to make it through. Kenta learns to respect Deko for succeeding even despite being sabotaged.

I wrote to the point they got to the bootcamp, and then had no idea what happened next.

My favorite part of this was the worldbuilding. I made three really cool planets. Atlantis has an atmosphere of water, and the Atlanteans live miles beneath the surface in specially constructed buildings. Atlanteans have stupid pale skin, and was also originally settled by the Japanese. Vrill is a massive planet with a strong gravitational pull, and is populated by massive dinosaur creatures that are big enough to build a city on, which people do. The only time people built a city on the ground didn’t end well. Vrillan settlers, over generations, have become short and strong. Kol is a planet that spews gas and dust constantly, and is full of valuables for mining. As such, it has a reputation as a planet of oppressors who exploit the population to maximize their riches. The people have been around the natural pollution for generations, to the point that their skin pigment is now a dusty gray.

The astute among you will realize I use the same names in Boot Camp Renus as in the Technarch Rule. This doesn’t mean anything, I was just lazy when coming up with names for my Martian androids.

[mad-kun]

NOVA - death 1

(THIS DEATH (CHAPTER) IS NOT EXACTLY THE BEGGING OF MY STORY, BUT SOME USEFUL NOTES ABOUT THE WHOLE THING INSTEAD)

Now, I know that I should write my stories more often, but..... I just have a lot on my mind this year. Like, a lot. However, now I might have a little time to spend, so today I will write down some notes about myself, Mad (I mean my character). My whole multiverse is a universe beyond any past. A universe that existed more than 10000000 light years ago. A universe which was created after one of the zillion Nova explosions. That´s right. You see, dear reader, every 1.000.000.000.000.000.000.000.000 years the world overheats and becomes a huge black hole that explodes after it has taken every star and planet inside. That explosion is called a Nova explosion and it is said that only the cores of the stars survive from it. A Nova explosion doesn´t mean extinction, death destruction or end but it means the begging and recreation. After the explosion it takes 100 light years for the cores of the stars to stick together, forming a whole new universe. This happens again and again and it never started or will never end. My universe is more of a tale, since it´s so realistic that the demons whom I´ve shown this to thought that it was the begging of this world. It´s not a tale of happiness, like the ones you read every day. It´s a bizarre, freaky and disturbing tale of a world full of death, war, cannibalism, bad instincts, racism but despite all this and much more, BALANCE. You can never have only light and no darkness, only good and no evil or only life and no death but you can have balance between all of these and that’s something worth living for. In my universe, the first living organisms were sea viruses, then fish, then dinosaurs, then dragons, then mammals, then Vrills, drigons and mammals, then Vrills, Grodams, drigons, mammals and gryphons and lastly Vrills, lizards, Grodams, drigons, mammals, gryphons and birds. That´s right. No humans. All these creatures started as beasts, divided in preys and predators and ended up as ALMOST civilized creatures, with a voice and extremely high intelligence, walking on their two legs just like humans. Humans are about only 5 in the whole universe and it´s extremely rare to see one. 

Now, about “today´s” 7 main species:- Gryphons - Drigons (human sized talking dragons)- Lizards- Birds- Vrills (something between drigons and birds, not hybrid)- Grodams (a type of a mammal dragon, not hybrid)- Mammals (carnivores:canines/felines and herbivores)

There are also hybrids, which are unique, but miserable creatures, hated by everyone for their existence. Some are disgusted by them, because of their looks or their characteristics, some even question them about their species or whether they are a carnivore or herbivore and some fear them for a lot of spreader reasons. I, Mad am a hybrid. A two generation hybrid actually, which means that one of my parents was a hybrid as well. People fear hybrids for no reason. However they should fear me. I ain’t just I hybrid. I’m also a demon. I have the bright emotionless eyes of a devil without cores, no blood flowing through my dry veins and an unstoppable hunger for freedom. What’s freedom? For me, freedom is only pain and nutritious food. That’s what feeling free is like. My grandfather was a spotted hyena. My grandmother was a black wolf. My dad was their hybrid and my mom was a deer. People didn’t mind of carnivore mammal relationships, but no one believed anything could happen between a carnivore and a herbivore. I have inherited 90% of my body from my father, my sharp mind, my body’s shape, my red spotted death black fur, my size, my fangs, my claws, my wolf tail and skull and my hyena ears and mohawk. The only things I got from my mother are my escaping abilities, my deer antlers and the hooves of my feet. People at school told me that I looked like a disgusting killing machine, but my parents found the brightness in my yellow demon eyes, took good care of my antlers and loved my blood red spotted death black fur. As I grew all the kids avoided me terrified, since my antlers, hooves, claws and teeth, which had grown we’re just like they were made of iron and stuck to my skull, since I never sheded them. No one could explain it. Even the carnivore kids that teased and bullied me in the past, wouldn’t dare to cross paths with me. That is when I started to ask myself why didn’t i feel freedom, what was I and........why don’t animals follow their true instincts like their ancestors did. End of death 1What did we learn in death 1?- What is a Nova explosion- Humans almost don’t exist- Mad is a demon hybrid-The writer makes small chapters (deaths)What will happen in death 2?That’s still a mystery.... Written by MAD

[maluron]

a bunch of old-ish french C/A ficlets

@chonaku-things a dit que je devrais : quelques unes de mes vieilles ficlets GO écrites au cours des ans ; toutes avec Crowley et/ou Aziraphale, toutes en français (j'en ai bien sur d'autres persos et même une en anglais qui traînent dans un coin, mais je les aime moins ; n'hésitez pas à explorer les tags pour en chercher d'autres si vous voulez, hein) (les liens vous mènent au choix sur DW, FF.N et AO3 ; dites-moi si jamais je me plante ou s'ils sont cassés, que je rectifie ?)

Base : Good Omens (De Bons Présages) Auteur : ylg / malurette Disclaimer général : Pratchett & Gaiman, yadda yadda yadda

Titre : Sur la tête d’une épingle Personnages/Couple : Crowley (Rampa) & Aziraphale Genre : gen Gradation : PG / K+ Thème : o7#o9, « tout au bord » Continuité : pré livre, au Commencement/Genèse/Cabbale Nombre de mots : 250 DW | AO3 | FF.N (chute crowley)

Titre : Errer un peu de l’autre côté Personnages : Crowley (Rampa) & Aziraphale Genre : gen Gradation : PG / K+ Thème : o7#o7, « Errances » Nombre de mots : 230 x2 DW | AO3 | FF.N (étude persos)

Titre : Entre le Bien et le Mal Personnage : Aziraphale Genre : gen/alternate character interpretation Gradation : PG / K+ Thème : o7#o6, « Décomposé » Nombre de mots : 500~ DW | AO3 | FF.N (étude persos)

Titre : Perceptions Personnages/Couple : Crowley (Rampa) & Aziraphale Genre : gen Gradation : G / K Thème : o7#o4, « Sensibilité » Nombre de mots : 250 DW | AO3 | FF.N (étude persos)

Titre : Miroir, miroir Personnages/Couple : Crowley (Rampa), Aziraphale Genre : gen Gradation : G / K Prompt : "miroir" (noël '07) Nombre de mots : 100 DW | AO3 | FF.N (imagerie)

Titre : What?! Personnages/Couple : Crowley (Rampa) & Aziraphale Genre : gen/un peu de spirituel Gradation : PG / K+ Thème : o7#o5, « Hein, quoi? » Continuité/Spoil éventuel : post-livre, Nombre de mots : 475 DW | AO3 | FF.N (rédemption crowley)

Titre : Les armes de Dieu sont à nous Personnages : Crowley (Rampa) et Aziraphale Genre : gen/spirituel Gradation : PG Prompt : j'ai glané l'idée de base il y a longtemps sur lower_tadfield Notes : …et elle me semblait trop tordue ; j'ai essayé de l'arranger et la justifier à ma sauce, mais ça reste tordu quand même. Continuité/Spoil éventuel : post livre Nombre de mots : 400 DW | AO3 | FF.N (rédemption crowley)

Titre : Les ficelles attachées Personnages : Crowley (Rampa) & Aziraphale Genre : gen/vaguement spirituel Gradation : PG / K+ Prompt : « Mais d’ici là, tu devras beaucoup me pardonner. » (racine) Continuité/Spoil éventuel : post livre Notes : à relier à un one-shot précédent Nombre de mots : 100 DW | AO3 | FF.N (rédemption crowley)

Titre : The Godfathers Personnages/Couple : Crowley (Rampa), Aziraphale Genre : domestique Gradation : PG / K+ Prompt : "faire un gâteau d’anniversaire" pour un mème à corvées ménagères avec des couples secrets – ici Crowley/Aziraphale (été ‘09) Continuité : un an après la fin du livre Notes : oui, bon, à ce moment Warlock est parti aux USAs, mais Aziraphale est assez optimiste pour faire confiance aux services postaux ? Nombre de mots : 150 DW | AO3 | FF.N (warlock)

Titre : Deuxième prise Personnages/Couple : Crowley (Rampa) & Aziraphale Genre : gen-ish Gradation : PG / K+ Thème : o7#1o, « Encore une fois » Continuité/Spoil éventuel : post livre Nombre de mots : 300+ DW | AO3 | FF.N (adoption)

Titre : Principes Personnages/Couple : Crowley (Rampa) /Aziraphale Genre : tension Gradation : PG-13 / T Prompt : « les principes, c’est pour... » + rating « va brûler en enfer » (que je n’ai hélas pas atteint) Nombre de mots : 111 DW | AO3 | FF.N (shippy)

Titre : Faire des efforts Personnages/Couple : Aziraphale x Crowley (Rampa) Genre : dorky? Gradation : PG~13 / T Prompt : « première fois » sauf que je me suis lâchement caché des sous-entendu… Continuité/Spoil éventuel : après le livre Nombre de mots : 100 DW | AO3 | FF.N (innuendo)

Titre : Le sexe des anges Personnages/Couple : Crowley, Aziraphale Genre : bad sex/dirty talk/humour Gradation : R / M Thèmes : transformation + contrainte accessoire UST 31 jours (20 décembre '07) Prompt : Les anges n'ont pas de sexe, à moins de vraiment faire un effort. Avertissement : gros partage en vrille Nombre de mots : 1500 DW | AO3 | FF.N (shippy)

Titre : So, an angel walks into a bar... Base : Discworld & Good Omens (Disque-Monde/De Bons Présages) Personnages : Crowley, the Angel Clothèd in White (Rampa, l’Ange Vestu de Blanc) et caméo d’Aziraphale Genre : nawak Gradation : PG / K+ Thème : « anges et démons » d’après (30 septembre ‘09) Continuité/Spoil éventuel : Thief of Time/Procrastination Nombre de mots : 550 DW | AO3 | FF.N (crossover)

[villruu]

THE ENTIRE STOCK OF THE SHOPS

@nebraska-is-a-myth, @belovedgamers, @artanogon, @thelighthousewatcher, @villruu, @thelighthousewatcher @eretdaily, @mesmir-ized @communist-wilbur @helloivyandavandrawsstuff

How many bottles are we popping tonight during Eret's stream? :D

[philchuppa]

Donald Marshall - “Quantum hopping,... Yet another reason why the celebs won't talk... Would just get groundhog day'd and killed. I didnt even wanna talk about the hadron colliders as its so star trek its hard to fathom the tech could exist... And then with cloning and vrill lizards and droning,... Would endanger my mission to add even more crazy tech they have. ... They NEVER talk ...Even if they go on national tv and blab the whole thing,... They will use the Hadron collider to collide protons, (project pegasus) which will BLAP the day back to the last time they collided protons, JUST like the movie groundhog day with Bill Murray,... Back to the previous day... And then just kill them somehow before they can make that press conference again.... Sounds retarded I know but thats what colliding protons does,... One of the functions... Pretty foolproof security. BUT they can only do that 9 times... 9 timewaves they call it.... Any more and a black hole will appear in the center of the earth and swallow the solar system... On the 10th time definetely, on 9th its still risky,... They did it to me many times when I exposed vrill,... Put it back and tortured me bad that night, sayin dont do it again,... Id just do it again,... Then they'd collide protons again, that night do it again dont do it,... I just did it again.... Until timewave zero when they HAVE to go with what happens or black hole... They made a song about it, about me fighting through the timewaves, (groundhog days) You don't know the ordeal Ive gone through to expose this stuff..- ..-Collider has been used hundreds of times. First collision sets the start date... Then day or 2 later if they collide again they go back, whole universe goes back to the original collision... But people with chips in their heads recall the erased day, some others get deja vu but thats all... They do it with lotsa stuff for many applications." https://www.instagram.com/p/BnSo6-qnz1G/?igshid=6bq983484qvp

[villruu]

in the filming, straight up "marbling it" these "hornets" and by it, haha, well, let's just say. Murder.

[itsaconspiracypodcast]

402 - The First Vaccine, Paradoxes and The Vrill Society

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Season 4, Episode 2! This time Andrew and the guys talk about The First Vaccine, Paradoxes and The Vrill Society

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Fatima of Agartha

Fatima panted and heaved as she kneeled on the ground. If anybody told her that passing through the portal out of Nafoura would this to her, she would have chosen to walk the long distance to Eldorado. It took her five more minutes of pure misery to take control of herself. She stood and looked around. The forest was as lush as the one in Beimini, the sounds of wildlife came as a wild symphony just as it did at Beimini, and even the occasional pixie darted fast out fast exactly as they did back in Beimini. So why did she feel exposed? She shook her head; she knew she was stronger than this. She was the first of her class, the first in every class, and she would not succumb to silly feelings of yearning for her past life. Although that past life ended only five minutes ago, and she already missed her friends. She took a deep breath, brought out her magical compass and followed its signaling arm. She walked with sure steps, resolute steps, and she intended to make her new life as good as her past. I only she could make new friends, everything would be easier then. Fatima walked fast, chasing after the compass, avoiding the occasional ditch, fallen branch, hissing venomous snake. That was a snake, wasn’t it? Fatima paused. They didn’t have any dangerous animals in Nafoura, child safety and all. This angry snake fascinated her beyond belief. She took a timid step towards it, trying to see it closer, inspect it and its beautifully patterned skin. The snake charged, and it bit Fatima in the foot. “Ouch, that hurt. I only wanted to study you!” Fatima shouted in pain. “This could be dangerous.” She talked to herself as she rummaged through her packs. She remembered that the teachers in Nafoura gave her some herbs. “A purple starter kit.” This is what they called it. She found the herbs and took them out. Now what? The teachers didn’t exactly tell her how to use them. Should she apply all of them to the bite? No, that would inefficient, and possibly dangerous. Some herbs sped up the heart rate. And if the snake’s bite was poisonous, it would kill her. She studied a lot of herbs back in Nafoura, but she studied none that can be used directly on a snake’s bite. She rubbed some herb bags in her hand as she thought about her conundrum, and a purple glow engulfed all of them. Then the glow withdrew from all the herbs bags and settled only on three of them. Magic, she had magic. How exciting! She took the herbs out, mixed them together, and applied them to the bite. A minute later, she walked through the forest with a wide smile; she was a witch! “Welcome to Eldorado.” The guard at the gate said in a monotone. “Please step on the raised platform to find out your aura.” He pointed to the circular platform to his left. “If you are indeed a purple, you will be escorted to the newcomers’ school. Thank you.” Fatima stared at his bored face for a moment, shook her head, and stepped on the platform. The platform cycled through all the colors and settled on purple. “Welcome to your home, fellow purple.” The guard intoned. “Please step through this side gate.” He pointed to his right. “And find the man or woman with the feather on their hat. Thank you.” Fatima was about to shout at him, scream at the top of her lungs. This was not a welcome, this was inventory. But she decided it was not worth it, and she just went through the gate. The moment she entered the city, she stopped and stared with wide open mouth. The city spread in front of her eyes in all its gold splendor. Although gold was worthless, still, the golden streets, minarets and spires, were just magnificent to look at. She stood at the threshold of a vast plaza. At one was the gate she entered from, at another was a market, then another gate, and finally, streets going in different directions. People in dressed in every fabric, from shimmering magical silk to drab brown linen milled about the plaza. Fatima couldn’t even see where the person with the feather in their hat was. There were so many people here, ten times, no a hundred times more than the number in Beimini. Tall towers, majestic and intimidating in their height, surrounded the plaza. The people who milled about either entered or exited them, forever in a cycle of disappearing within their depth, and reappearing as if reborn from their magic. Fatima studied every face that went by, every man, woman. And was that a minotaur? Wasn’t a known fact that minotaurs loath to mingle with humans? As Fatima stared wide eyed and breathless at the minotaur, someone tapped her shoulder. “You must be the newcomer.” An annoyed voice accompanied the tap. “I have been standing by the corner of the market waving at you for the last ten minutes.” Fatima turned to see a girl not a lot older than she was, eighteen at most. “Anyway, please come with me to start your training.” The girl moved without a warning. “My name is Erica, and we will be roommates.” “Yes Fatima.” The tutor smiled gently. “You are right.” She took a deep breath. “However, this is not a test of your knowledge of herbs and potion, it was a test of your abilities, and you seem to lack the confidence or will to tap into your Vrill.” “But mistress.” Fatima licked her lips. “I need to understand first what I am doing.” “I already told you countless times.” The tutor sighed. “For a purple, understanding comes through practice, not just through reading and observation.” “What if what I practice is limited? Should my knowledge be limited to it as well?” Fatima clenched her fist under her desk. “You only need to practice what you know and know what you practice.” The tutor said in a lenient tone. “This is how things are, how they were for centuries and how they will always be.” “This is just another way of telling me to stop learning outside your scope.” Fatima steeled herself. She wasn’t used to challenging authority, Nafoura taught never to try such a stunt. “But what if I become a council member one day, how can I deal with cases I know nothing about? How can I face what I don’t know?” “First, you can’t be a council member as long as you repress your Vrill that hard.” The tutor’s gentle smile turned to a grimace. “Second, if you manage, by some miracle, to actually join the council of mages, I suppose they will teach you what you need to know.” “So, there are others more knowledgeable than you out there.” Fatima swallowed. “If you lack the knowledge, how can you be our teacher and not someone better suited?” The tutor’s mouth hanged open for a few seconds, staring hard at Fatima. “Fatima, go out.” The tutor said in a firm tone. “I will not have my classroom disrupted with unnecessary debates. Go to the head tutor, and tell that I forced you out of my class, now.” Fatima checked twice to ensure that her hearing didn’t just shut down. The tutor kicked her out of class, even though she was the best student. She rushed out of the class, then started to cry immediately once the door closed behind her. Without an education, a purple is good only for a guard’s life, and Fatima was too skinny for the arduous life of a guard. Plus, she couldn’t imagine herself as an intimidating character that would force the criminal type to tremble in fear upon seeing her. She would be the joke of all the criminals. They will make it their job to make her life even more miserable. She wailed her misfortune to be with such a horrible tutor, woe was her, the fates condemned her. These were the least of the thoughts that ran in Fatima’s mind until she felt too much pain in her jaw from all her crying and sobbing and she had to stop. After sniffing and sobbing for around five minutes, she headed to the head tutor’s office. Fatima entered the office and stood silently. “Yes? What do you want, student?” The man sitting behind the massive mahogany desk looked to Fatima in annoyance. Fatima spilled the entire incident in a torrent of tears, sobs, and one very loud sniffle. “I see.” The head tutor nodded. “Mistress Amara had the right to kick you out.” “Yes, head tutor.” Fatima said miserably. “But, it doesn’t mean that you will not finish your education, far from it.” The head teacher gave her a wide smile. “Wait for me in the hall of air. Go. Hurry.” Fatima stood for an entire minute in shock. She can be something better after all. “Fatima, meet councilman Annias.” The head tutor nodded in Annias’s direction. “He is part of our exceptional purple nurturing program.” “Pleased to meet you, councilman.” Fatima curtsied. “Annias. My name is Annias, my job is councilman.” Annias pursed his lips. “I heard you are quite the rebellious type Fatima.” “No, counc…” Fatima swallowed the rest of the word as she saw the deep frown on Annias’s face. “No master Annias, it is just a misunderstanding.” “I see.” Annias nodded. “Fatima is a nine on the Farouk’s scale.” The head tutor said with a wide smile. “The first one in eight years. Of course, you know who was the last one with the same Vrill power.” The head tutor turned to Fatima. “It was Annias.” He winked. Annias’s right eyebrow rose to his hairline. “Impressive.” He stared at Fatima from head to toe. “But why didn’t you send her directly to the council initiation program?” “I am blocked.” Fatima blurted. “I can’t call on my Vrill without strain.” “Interesting.” Annias looked at Fatima with narrowed eyes. “She is the perfect candidate, Cornelius. You chose well.” “I knew it the moment she came to my office this morning.” Cornelius chuckled. “It was as if the fates had heard our discussion last night.” “It would seem so.” Annias signaled for Fatima to go ahead. “Wait outside, child, I have to talk to master Cornelius for some moments.” Child? Who was he calling a child? This story is from the book, Fatima of Agartha, free for all our newsletter subscribers. You can subscribe and receive the book HERE Check other stories from the world of Agartha here: Rowida, in the land of the dead, A Teaser story from The Chronicles of Agartha, Book 2, and Last Days of Zarzura. You might want to check our books here: The Green Boy, Red's Soul, Through The Storm, The Eternal Agathans, and The Trinity's Dream. Read the full article

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[aplainoldsoul]

Part of the Dreams was about Germany in WW2.

About the enlightenment camps and the Matreiya.

About the Incarnation of Shiv and the destruction caused by the Left Hand of God.

About the research in torsion, the Aether Force ( Æ ) and the Occult history of our world.

About how watching fish somehow lead a man to discover the secrets of torsion and gravity.

How another man expanded on that man's research to create the reverse flow effect that can weaken the effects of gravity and alter the flow of light or time.

How all of this affects our world today on a scientific, religious and political scale.

I saw it all.

I was born in 1888 or there about.

I died in 1969 or something just before or around the start of the seventies i think.

Maybe 71.

I helped the NASA people and The FBI or CIA with codex stuff left over from ciphering and deciphering a lot of alchemy work.

I had friend named Jack who worked for U.S. government who bought me a copy of Captain Marvel 1st Edition when it introduced Mar Vell.

I remember keeping it in a draw in a plastic sleeve and we talked about the "marvel" of colour print.

It's all so clear in my mind as if it were yesterday.

I worked on the Andromeda and we built it.

A full size carrier.

The amount of modification done to the design made it look so different to the original sketch or even the official print design.

The Hannibal 1 & 2 now have been photographed.

The smaller Vrill craft have been documented.

The Arc Rods that launch lightning in a forward Burst have been referenced as death rays in many peoples post conflict research.

The construction of a base, force field device and the first ever remote control plane in Antarctica.

The digging in Poland, Lithuania and Italy.

What we actually found...

The massive idea that is Sacred Geography and how that ties into the cosmic structure and our universe's mechanics.

The History research on ancient craft and civilizations that knew already most of what we had discovered.

What they meant for humanity and how much we were wrong about too.

How it all lead me to theosophy then into what I now call the forgotten fractured path.

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The B-52's : les 15 titres cultes d'après Kate Pierson

La première bombe de The B-52’s explose en 1979. Quarante ans plus tard, le groupe est enfin de retour sur scène après une longue pause. Flashback sur les titres qui ont marqué la carrière de l’autre quatuor d’Athens en Georgie.

À l’instar de Drive-By Truckers ou R.E.M., les B-52’s sont originaires d’Athens en Georgie. Exubérants et fantasques, les cinq membres du groupe (Fred Schneider, Cindy Wilson, Ricky Wilson, Keith Strickland et Kate Pierson) aiment la pop, les nappes de synthés cheap et le son reverb des guitares Mosrite. Sur scène, leur show d’une ferveur presque théâtrale devient vite une formidable machine à danser. Après un premier essai transformé en succès, le quintet enchaine en 1980 avec l’album Wild Planet, enregistré à Nassau aux Bahamas en compagnie de l’ingénieur du son Rhett Davis (Dire Straits). S’en suit la parenthèse avec l’EP Mesopotamia (1981), confié aux mains d’un David Byrne un peu trop envahissant. Le quintet finira par le congédier et reprendre son destin en mains en studio. Le 12 octobre 1985, le guitariste Ricky Wilson meurt du sida, pendant l’enregistrement de leur quatrième opus, Bouncing Off The Satellites. Dévasté et incapable de poursuivre l’aventure, le groupe s’accorde un break de trois ans. La formation américaine jettera son spleen aux orties en 1989 et reviendra par la grande porte avec Cosmic Thing, un nouvel album solide et abouti. Produit à New York par Nile Rodgers et Don Was, The B-52’s renoue avec le succès et l’inspiration avec le morceau « Love Shack », comme un coup de sang tonique et rédempteur. Depuis, Kate, Fred et Cindy continuent à sortir des disques et à remplir les salles. Quelques semaines avant le début de leur tournée estivale, la pétulante Kate Pierson dévoilait sa playlist à Rolling Stone et revient sur les 15 titres qui ont marqués l’histoire des B-52’s…

1) « Rock Lobster » Album : The B-52’s 1979

« On a enregistré une première version de ‘Rock Lobster’ à Atlanta pour le single et une seconde pour l’album, au soleil des Bahamas à Nassau. Ricky Wilson a composé la mélodie et Fred Schneider s’est chargé du texte. L’histoire de cette chanson décrit avec un humour fantasque, une fiesta qui se déroule sur la plage. Soudain, tout part en vrille, avec une arrivée de crustacés farfelus… Avec Cindy Wilson, on s’est éclaté sur les parties vocales de ce morceau qui est notre premier single. »

2) « Planet Claire » Album : The B-52’s 1979

« Le titre fait plus de 4 minutes. L’intro est assez longue, avant que Fred prenne la voix et rentre dans la danse. L’ambiance musicale de ce morceau ressemble à un film de Fellini en version S.F. (rires). C’est un classique incontournable de notre répertoire que l’on jouera évidemment à Paris sur la scène de l’Olympia. »

3) « Lava » Album : The B-52’s 1979

« ‘Lava’ est une chanson torride qui figure sur notre premier album. Elle parle d’amour et de sexe. C’est brûlant et torride, du premier au dernier couplet. »

4) « Dance This Mess Around » Album : The B-52’s 1979

« Tout le groupe a participé à l’élaboration de ce titre qui est chargé en nostalgie et émotion. C’est l’histoire d’une femme délaissée et brisée. Le piano de Fred donne une intensité émotionnelle supplémentaire à ce titre. »

5) « Devil In My Car » Album : Wild Planet 1980

« En 80, c’en était fini pour nous d’ouvrir pour les Talking Heads, nous nous produisions désormais en tête d’affiche en concert. On a prouvé sur scène, que The B-52’s n’était pas juste un groupe fun mais composé de bons musiciens qui maîtrisaient leurs sujets. ‘Devil In My Car’ est l’aventure d’un diable qui se retrouve au volant d’une vieille Chevrolet à fond sur la freeway. C’est frais, pétillant et rythmé de nappes de synthés. »

6) « Strobe Light » Album : Wild Planet 1980

« Encore un tube très sexy. C’est une femme pleine de fantasmes qui a envie de s’envoyer en l’air sous une lumière stroboscopique. Tout un programme. »

7) « Private Idaho » Album : Wild Planet 1980

« On a enregistré cette belle chanson avec Rhett Davis qui avait acquis une certaine expérience de producteur aux cotés de Brian Eno. La mélodie est admirablement éclairée de synthés. Il y a toute la panoplie pop et new wave de The B-52’s à l’intérieur de ce morceau. »

8) « Dirty Back Road » Album : Wild Planet 1980

« Cette mélodie hyper accrocheuse parle de l’état de bien-être que produit la vitesse en voiture quand on a le pied sur la pédale et du sable dans les cheveux. »

9) « Quiche Lorraine » Album : Wild Planet 1980

« Malgré le titre, on ne chante pas notre joie à l’idée de déguster cette spécialité culinaire bien française. Rien à voir. C’est beaucoup plus délirant, ça parle en effet d’un chien teint en vert, qui porte des lunettes de soleil et un bonnet. On était tout de même haut perchés à cette époque (rires). »

10) « Give Me Back My Man » Album : Wild Planet 1980

« La voix de Cindy est fantastique. C’est une femme qui veut reconquérir son homme. Pour cela, elle est prête à tout : lui préparer du poisson et l’abreuver de bonbons. Question équilibre alimentaire, je ne suis pas sûre du résultat, mais bon… (rires) »

11) « Whammy Kiss » Album : Whammy! 1983

« ‘Whammy Kiss’ est un morceau très entraînant qui annonce notre virage electro. On compose sur des ordinateurs. Ricky a rangé ses guitares à la cave. C’est du synthé-pop avec un esprit festif. »

12) « Ain’t It A Shame » Album : Bouncing Off The Satellites 1986

« C’est l’une des dernières chansons de Ricky Wilson qui nous a quittés en plein enregistrement de l’album. On a tous vécu ce drame comme une épreuve terrible. Sa présence nous manque toujours aujourd’hui. »

13) « Love Shack » Album : Cosmic Thing 1989

« En fait, c’est Don Was qui a produit ce titre. Travailler avec Don et Nile Rodgers fut un vrai bonheur sur cet album. Avec eux, on a retrouvé la spontanéité de nos débuts. Vous savez que le break de ‘Love Shack’ n’a pas été prémédité du tout ? Il y a eu un incident dans le studio et l’on s’est tous arrêter de jouer. Par contre, Cindy ne s’est aperçu de rien et a continué de chanter .C’est elle qui re-booste la machine en criant ‘Tin roof / Rusted!’. Don Was a adoré la prise et on a sorti le morceau tel quel. »

14) « Deadbeat Club » Album : Cosmic Thing 1989

« ‘Deadbeat Club’, rend hommage à notre jeunesse passée à Athens. Michael Stipe de R.E.M., un de nos compatriotes, apparaît d’ailleurs sur le clip de la chanson. »

15) « Roam » Album : Cosmic Thing 1989

« C’est un hymne au voyage, à la tolérance, à la découverte du monde. C’est un morceau à l’image de cet album, il y règne une vraie paix intérieure. »

De retour, cet été, en Europe pour plusieurs concerts, The B-52’s sera à Paris sur la scène de l’Olympia, le 5 juillet.

Philippe Langlest