#when i am attempting arts I like to have a corresponding playlist

[green-eyes-and-orange-ties]

The Harmony Kids Are Alright

Week 2 - Things in Echor that aren't as they first appear A playlist inspired by the Harmony Hall era of Night Shift (not sure what was going on at Harmony but I'm sure who ever was in charge was not super honest about it!)

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[blissfulsun]

3rd installation of the lessons in love series, written for and with my angel Nics in mind because it’s my best frenssss bday!!! I love you so much💖@vlobsessed

word count: 2,311

A masterpiece in the making // Jeff Wittek

‘You’ve been quiet...’ 

It’s a simple observation made by Jeff, his fingers intertwined in your own as he leads the way and you follow. 

The fact you look so much like a couple right now is not lost on you, hands clasped tightly together and his jacket adorning your frame. 

An older lady even smiles as she walks past you two, it’s the fondness in his eyes that’s corresponding your own which makes her compliment how lovely of a couple you make. 

He’s right, you’ve been quiet since then, far too focused on the hammering in your chest and whether Jeff can hear it. 

If not that, then he can definitely feel just how clammy your palm has become. 

‘Angel?’ there’s humour in his tone, underlying concern that dances in his eye when you finally look up at him just as he pulls your clasped hand up and lays a feather light kiss to the rings adorning each finger. 

‘Sorry, ‘m just hungry’ it’s half a lie, since your stomach does grumble following the confession. 

Jeff knows there’s more to it, but he also knows how you operate, will tell him what’s on your mind when you’re ready. 

Besides, his primary concern right now is to feed you before you get grumpy, a look consisting of a permanent pout and furrowed brows that he secretly loves. 

‘What my girl wants she gets’ You soften, staring up at him with uncontrollable wonder but Jeff just misses it, already looking around the street for a place you might like. 

You end up in a quiet coffee shop, quaint and homely despite it’s location in the city, yourself taking a seat after Jeff has promised he already knows what you want as he goes to order. 

He sits close in the corner booth, your thighs touching and one of his arms around your shoulders while the other pushes another dose of caffeine your way. 

‘Is it-’ You begin to ask. ‘oat milk? Course, told you I know exactly what you like baby.’ 

He feels smug in the way his words seem to make you frazzled, teeth nipping at your bottom lip which makes his heart lodge itself in his throat in return, accidental payback. 

Because you are, frazzled that is, it’s a simple detail: knowing how you like your coffee or that you always forget to bring a jacket wherever you go. 

It’s the choosing to remember that keeps you in your own head so much on this day, Jeff’s choice to take notice of your habits, and you’re not even sure why it feels so different now, why it seems to have such an earth shattering effect on your thought process but it does. 

It feels good to be known without asking, you don’t remember the last time you’ve let someone close enough to even have the opportunity. 

Not like this, with his feet kicking against yours under the table as Jeff retells a story from a barbershop shoot you missed earlier that week, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of your neck. 

Hours pass like this and you never really notice, afternoon slipping away without a care in the world, your usual habit of glancing at the clock forgotten in favour of looking at him, face animated in the storytelling, eyes reflecting the sunlight bouncing from the windows as strangers come and go but you don’t want to look away and miss a single thing. 

Has he always held your full attention like that? Hours turned to days spent in each other’s company, with your friends crowded around you but no one else truly in your sight. 

‘We should head back to the car if we wanna make our booking in time’ Jeff finally says, bursting the little bubble that’s somehow become your favourite spot in a couple of hours. 

You nod, standing up to follow him outside after thanking the barista in passing, hands once again intertwined. 

Maybe, just maybe your mind has been playing trick on you and there’s nothing different in the way Jeff glances down at you while you roam the streets, there’s nothing unusual about the comfort of his frame towering so closer over yours, or the way he opens the passenger door for you and lands his hand on the top of your thigh as he drives. 

It’s nothing more than two friends pushing boundaries in the name of your forsaken assignment. 

But then he’s smiling over at you, wind blowing his growing hair underneath the cap and cheeks full with bubbling laughter and you think, god, I love you, almost whisper it across the console when you’re sure the music playing is far too loud for him to ever hear it. 

Yeah, it’s definitely you that’s falling, simultaneously for your best friend and apart.

The day continues on, as if you haven’t had an epiphany that’s shaken you to the core. 

Jeff put the truck in park, runs around to your side of the car to open your door and reaches for your hand. 

You fight the urge to shiver when your fingers intertwine. 

‘You ready baby?’ He asks, dimples on show and brown eyes lit with underlying excitement at the prospect of the next part of your evening. 

‘I would be if you finally told me what it is exactly that we’re doing’ you whine, lips forming into a playful pout that Jeff mocks with his own before letting your hand go in favour of throwing his arm around your shoulder to pull you tight into side. 

He comes clean with his lips pressed against your forehead, a half peck accompanied by an instruction ‘We’re just around the corner, you’ll see’ Once you do, the excitement surges through you. 

‘The Broad?’ Jeff observes carefully, fondness sparking in his heart at how easily your expression brightens at the sight. 

Deep inside, he’s already sure you’re bound to be the most angelic work of art he’ll see tonight, a masterpiece of freckles, scars and booming laughter all wrapped up in the best girl he’s ever had. 

Jeff coughs, hand flying to rub at the back of his neck as he nods in answer to your question. 

‘I got us tickets to that light exhibit you wanted t-’ Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets as you interrupt. 

‘Kusama? I thought they were sold out’ your attempts at getting tickets proving futile in months passed. 

You watch the man shrug, expression a mixture between sheepish and smug, ‘I have my ways doll.’ 

The only thing left to do is leap into his awaiting arms, you whisper a gentle thank you with your head furrowed into his neck, lips pressed against the skin there momentarily, the touch is so feather light Jeff’s left wondering if it ever really happened as you pull away only to grab his hand and head inside with a new found bounce to your step.  

He’s right. The mirror rooms are beautiful, each installation of light stretching on in its endless path. 

Your eyes brightened by colour in wonder, each reflecting in the smile that shows your teeth and dimples as Jeff takes pictures and poses accordingly at your request. 

He listens to your explanations , every single thought, hangs on to every word as it leaves your pretty lips.

I could stay here forever. The thought presents itself through an exhale in your mouth, eyes travelling around the final room to land on the brunet that’s asking one of the other visitors to take a picture of you guys. Jeff returns with a sweet older lady in tow. 

‘C’mere doll’ he finds himself behind you, arm wrapped around your waist and palm splayed across your stomach, you smile, first at the lady and then again in preparation for the picture when the same hand turns your frame around and closer in his clasp, Jeff’s face leaning down. 

The flash goes off. He doesn’t kiss you, merely hovers with his forehead pressed against your own, but each of your erratic breaths makes the cupid bow of your upper lip graze the tip of his own. 

‘You two make a lovely couple, it’s sweet to see two young people so in love’ the older lady interrupts the storm brewing in your heart. 

The two of you reluctantly pull away, each reeling at the almost that hangs in the air as Jeff clears his throat and takes his phone back. 

We do..I am, you admit to yourself, gaze following the man that’s somehow the brightest beacon of light to your pacified mind. 

You’re surrounded by art, sculptures and reflections of beauty but there’s only one masterpiece worth observing in wonder for eternity if you get the chance. 

Unknowingly to you, Jeff’s heart is settling in his rib cage with the same realisation. What now? 

Something changes. Shifts as you exit the art gallery to be met with darkness of the night and sidewalks illuminated by streetlights. 

Jeff’s at ease, movements intentional as his hand slips into your own. 

You lift the intertwined fingers up to kiss his knuckles, pretending the blush you see dusting his cheeks and mirrored in your own is caused by evening breeze and not this new found quiet affection that feels so right. 

‘Hungry?’ Jeff asks, breaking the comfortably silence as he swings your hands as you walk to the car. 

‘Mmmm’ you ponder, ‘we could cook something back at mine?’ he nods, the journey spent listening to another one of your playlists made with him in mind. 

It should still terrify you. How your body slots against his, filling every space and gap with gentle precision, each of you mindfully working around the other as you teach him how to make the pasta dish of yours Jeff loves. 

The rest of the evening slipping past you in a domestic bubble of his aftershave wafting through the air and directly into your nose as you cuddle into his chest on the couch. 

‘Y/n...baby wake up’ the soft whisper stirs you awake. 

The moan of protest that leaves your mouth in realisation of being awake causes Jeff’s chest to rumble in laughter under your weight. 

‘Let’s get you to bed doll’ he insists again. 

‘Mhm...yeah, I wanna shower first’ you protest sleepily, body clinging to his warmth like a koala as Jeff sits up and begins the journey to your bedroom. 

Though once he sits you and pulls away you open your eyes to see the tiles of your bathroom from the sink counter. 

Your eyes watch his every move, white cotton shirt stretched along his muscled back as Jeff turns on the shower and sets it to a warm temperature that immediately fills the room with steam. 

He turns around to give you a soft smile, a sweet go ahead before turning to step out.

You’re not sure when you move, feet meeting the cold floor tiles as your small hand wraps around his wrist.

Jeff’s lost, brown eyes searching your own for an answer once he turns around, only seeing the vulnerability laced in your own that causes a stammer in his heart. 

You’re not sure what you’re doing, toeing this invisible line as you pause to momentarily fidget, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip before you whisper ‘Stay.’

One word, short and simple but enough to shatter the thin veil of almost that’s hang over both of you all day, if not for months. 

You think he’ll protest, respond with a Jeff like nervous giggle and the shake of his head that’s meant to let someone down easily, you’ve seen it happen in the past with your very own eyes. 

Instead, you watch the man take a shaky breath, eyes fleeting up and down your frame that’s changed into a hoodie of his earlier. 

He moves, hands instinctively reaching in your direction before they go for his own T-shirt instead, each garment falling to the floor with a thud as you slip your own off and step inside, distorted by the foggy window of your shower. 

Jeff hovers outside, inches of colourful glass separating him from you. 

Before you have a chance to call out his name he’s inside, pools of darkened brown tracing every detail of your bare face framed by wet hair. 

His gaze drops only for a short second, but it feels like a lifetime as you allow yourself to admire his toned chest and pause at the deep v lines of his hips without looking any lower.  

‘Turn around’ the gentle command pulls you away from reverie, you do as he asks. 

Breath quivering in your throat as you watch his hands reach to the shelf built into the wall to pull out your favourite bottle of shampoo before he squirts some onto his palm and begins to massage the soap into your strands, from the roots down to the ends that fall down against the lover skin of your back. 

The sensation is heavenly, Jeff’s long fingers gentle in their effort to clean your hair thoroughly before moving on to conditioner. 

You turn around after, silently returning the favour once he gets the hint and leans down slightly to match your height and allow you easier access to the locks matted against his forehead. 

There’s a moment of clarity, your eyes falling closed as he pulls you into his wet and naked chest, arms wrapping around your shoulder as you both sigh against each other. 

It remains, buzzing in the air when you slip into the bed and slot yourself against his side, head on his chest and leg thrown across his own as Jeff whispers a sweet good night that’s met with your soft snores.

It’s gone in the morning. When you wake up tangled in cold sheets and alone, tears blurring your vision at the realisation that your twenty four hours is finally up.

[magicksborn]

hello,  hello,  hello  my  friends  !  my  name  is  hannah.  i’m  22,  from  the  est,  and  i’m  currently  enrolled  in  school.  i  have  a  fairly  simple  schedule  this  semester  and  will  be  on  as  often  as  i  can  and  i’d  like  to  classify  myself  as  pretty  active.  my  baby,  alyra  mooton,  has  a  ton  of  information  about  her  under  the  cut  —  for  both  herself  and  house  mooton.  in  an  attempt  to  make  sure  this  post  isn’t  a  thousand  miles  long,  you  can  find  a  timeline  for  alyra’s  life  here,  all  of  her  stats  here,  and  all  of  her  connections  (  wanted  and  taken  !  ) here.  like  this  post  and  i’ll  come  at  you  for  plots  !

♔ →  westeros  presents  alyra  mooton,  the  lady  of  maidenpool  and  advisor  to  the  king  in  the  north.  a  raven  sent  word  that  she  bears  the  resemblance  to  hailee  steinfeld.  the  twenty  five  year  old  cis  female  was  tactful  &  intuitive  before  the  dawn  of  war,  but  have  now  become  opinionated  &  unyielding.  when  songs  are  sung,  their  verses  speak  of  bones  scattered  around  a  chalk  stained  witching  table  adorned  with  greenery  too  far  north,  soft  hands  made  callous  by  impatience  and  desperation,  and  feverishly  quick  quills  across  pages,  droplets  of  ink  scattered  across  notes  of  past  readings.  whispers  throughout  the  seven  kingdoms  claim  that  their  allegiance  lies  with  house  stark,  but  fealty  means  little  when  you  play  the  game  of  thrones.  (  hannah,  22,  est,  she/her.  )

BIOGRAPHY

long  before  house  mooton  became  a  vassal  to  the  tullys,  in  the  time  before  the  andal  invasion,  there  was  a  heart  tree  that  the  first  men  protected.  the  original  mootons  worshipped  the  old  gods  of  the  forest,  the  mooton  sisters  still  do.  when  the  andals  invaded,  the  first  men  stood  their  ground  as  best  they  could,  hiding  away  their  stories  under  floorboards  and  in  the  hearts  of  their  children,  praying  they  would  be  passed  down.  the  old  gods  of  the  forest  heard  their  prayers,  the  old  gods  of  the  forest  made  sure  their  stories  were  told.

when  the  andals  brought  the  light  of  the  seven  with  them,  house  mooton  found  what  similarities  they  could.  they  promised  the  children  they  would  protect  the  tree  in  the  center  of  their  household  and  the  children  gave  them  a  gift  in  exchange.  they  approached  the  lady  mooton  who  was  newly  pregnant  and  placed  their  hands  on  her  stomach,  promising  her  prosperity,  foresight,  and  good  fortune.  the  children  kept  their  promise  and  so  did  the  mootons.  the  daughters  born  from  this  promise  millennia  ago  came  in  a  set  of  three,  each  utilizing  a  different  aspect  of  foresight.  every  few  hundred  years,  three  little  girls  come  again.  and  again.  and  again.  as  long  as  they  are  needed,  they  will  come.    

the  mooton  sisters,  regardless  of  which  three  you  speak  of  over  the  course  of  the  last  few  thousand  years,  always  come  in  the  same  three  order  and  always  pay  the  same  three  prices.  the  oldest  will  have  dreams,  vivid  and  hard  to  control  but  once  harnessed  an  irreplaceable  tool.  all  gifts  come  at  a  cost  and  this  gift  is  steep  and  takes  what  it  gives:  sight.  consider  the  silver  lining.  a  lack  of  clarity  in  this  world  gives  you  the  advantage  of  seeing  the  world  beyond  and  all  that  it  could  be.

the  middle  of  the  sisters  uses  bones  and  fire,  a  risk  every  time  she  reached  in  her  hand  to  the  fire.  wait  too  long  and  the  bones  crumple  to  ash,  not  enough  and  a  false  reading  comes  through.  all  gifts  come  at  a  cost  and  this  gift  balances  on  a  moral  scale:  how  many  times  are  you  willing  to  put  an  end  to  one  thing’s  life  to  learn  more  about  a  future  that  isn’t  guaranteed  ?

the  youngest  uses  cards  —  decorative,  artistic,  beautiful  —  just  like  her.  the  cards,  with  enough  good  intention  and  energy,  could  help  her  bring  truths  to  light.  but  asking  the  right  question  isn’t  always  easy.  all  gifts  come  at  a  cost  and  this  gift  requires  wisdom  that  must  be  honed  over  years.  even  an  experienced  seer  may  misinterpret  that  which  she  does  not  understand.  

each  of  the  daughters  also  corresponds  with  one  of  the  three  faces  of  the  seven  that  typically  have  feminine  characteristics.  though  they  do  not  follow  the  faith,  they  make  appearances  as  though  they  do  so  they  may  blend  in  with  other  houses  who  do  not  embrace  the  old  ways,  especially  in  the  riverlands.  the  oldest  represents  the  crone,  the  middle  represents  the  mother,  and  the  youngest  represents  the  maiden.  

her  childhood  was  one  of  confusing,  vivid  dreams  and  intuition  too  sharp  for  a  small  child.  she  was  too  keen,  too  curious,  too  wild,  and  then  the  birth  of  her  little  sister  came  and  things  started  to  make  more  sense.  these  are  the  next  three,  the  children  once  more  keeping  their  promise.  gods  save  the  king.    

alyra  has  a  memory,  from  when  she  was  a  little  girl,  that  told  her  to  scatter  the  bones  on  the  ground.  not  to  clutch  on  to  what  she  knew  but  to  scatter  them  against  the  wind,  to  have  faith  in  what  they  would  say.  in  the  beginning  she  wanted  everything  to  have  a  meaning,  for  everything  to  be  structured,  and  to  have  a  clear,  individual  voice.  but  they  are  bones  and  for  all  their  rigidity,  they  were  fluid  in  meaning.  every  time,  they  might  change  their  tune  or  stop  speaking  completely.  alyra  learned  early  on  that  she  needed  to  find  her  own  way  of  listening,  one  of  those  methods  was  fire.  her  proclivity  for  fire  is  inherently  different  from  a  red  priestess.  she  did  not  see  the  lord  of  light  in  the  flames  or  understand  his  message  or  hear  his  voice.  instead,  fire  was  the  conduit  for  the  bones  and  the  noises  the  bones  make  as  they  burn  in  the  fire  is  as  important  as  the  bones  when  they’ve  been  pulled  from  the  fire.

she  was  twenty  when  the  red  wedding  happened  and  in  her  readings,  no  matter  the  question,  find  robb  stark  was  the  answer.  she  ignored  the  bones  as  much  as  she  could  because  she  was  scared.  her  elder  sister  told  alyra  that  she  must  find  robb  stark  before  lions  sleep  in  a  garden  of  roses.  some  meanings  were  thinly  veiled.  these  were  not.  it  was  when  alyra’s  younger  sister,  all  of  sixteen,  demands  that  she  go  that  alyra  finally  accepted.  weeks  of  ignoring  the  bones  and  time  further  spent  traveling  and  she  wondered  what  might  happen  when  she  finally  crossed  paths  with  the  northern  army.  a  young  woman  alone  on  horseback  was  not  the  cavalry  that  they  needed  but  the  mootons  were  loyal  to  house  stark  and  had  declared  for  them  long  before  she  had  finally  decided  to  ride  out.  the  bones  led  her  to  the  camp,  the  first  example  of  her  gifts.  

let  stannis  have  his  red  priestess.  the  children  of  the  forest  have  sent  their  gift.

OTHER COOL THINGS I PUT IN MY APP BUT DON’T HAVE A PLACE ABOVE: 

while i didn’t make a playlist, these are a couple of the songs that i listened to while creating alyra and her family. they’re not necessarily songs that she would listen to or enjoy, they have significantly influenced the build of her character and the way that i can understand her. 

this city → sam fischer

          the line that struck me the most: I remember mornings when my head didn't hurt / And I remember nights when art didn't feel like work           why it makes an impact: alyra was fresh to war when she joined the northern army. she knew the stories of victors and the way they spoke of the battles but they were so romanticized for her. they didn’t tell her of the carnage, of the blood stains that would never come out, of the way she’d see it all at night. though not desensitized to it entirely now, alyra has found her ways to cope. sometimes when she does too many readings in a row, when she’s desperate for answers that she’s not ready for, she might wake up with flu-like symptoms; aches in her bones, a quiet, thrumming pain in her head, and a grip on her heart that doesn’t relax. 

this feeling → the chainsmokers ft kelsi ballerini

          the line that struck me the most: i’ll tell you a story before it tells itself and they tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest           why it makes an impact: when alyra is questioned, because there are certainly people who have accused her being a witch and i’m sure once in a while those accusations still fly, she has the same measured response, “i am of the land, the land is of me, and i can tell you what i see.” it has a similar energy to “i’ll tell you a story before it tells itself” and while some people might call her a hopeful child, she is confident in what she does and says. they tell her to think with her heart but they don’t know that cuts her off from her gift more than anything. she learned from a young age that overthinking the bones is the worst mistake she can make. her open heart is sensitive, but she is steadfast in her beliefs. gods save the people who try to convince her otherwise.

[thebandcampdiaries]

God Moore the Elixir - Passport: Ego Sum Qui Sum

God Moore the Elixir is more than just your average hip-hop artist. Unlike so many modern rappers who just chase trends and copy the lyrical styles of the most trending artists at any given time, he developed a thoughtful and personal sound. His rap flow is deeply tied to the art of parablism, that is,  verbally projecting thoughts or ideas to the listener. He managed to accomplish that by exploring a vast array of topics, and concepts that have the power to really connect with the audience.

Recently, the artist released a brand new album titled “Passport: Ego Sum Qui Sum.” This record denotes a really special approach to production, with a sound that feels clear and sophisticated, yet warm and organic.

This astonishing release features 9 studio tracks, each blurring the lines between different sonic aesthetics and creative directions. The first song on the set list is titled “Chess Move.” Much like it requires some thought to come up with the perfect chess move to win a game, this track is filled with clever lyrics and searing topics, igniting the listener with a witty spark of intelligent songwriting. “WYFW (Catch Me On The Way Back)” is a great song, which combines its unapologetic lyricism with a really dense and organic background track. “So Kosher 1.0” combines a sharp lyrical flow with a beat that has a nice old-school vibe, making for a gritty, yet melodic approach. This song has a modern and polished production, which really allows the mix to stand out for its clarity and depth. On the next track, “GNLFY”, there is even room for a stellar collaboration with Glance Conway, who helped shape this song into something that truly stands out. The 5th track on this release is a song named “Focus 1.0 (Without The Blind Eyes)” and it stands out for its golden age flair. I love the combination of cross-cultural references and classic hip-hop grooves! In addition to that, “Facade (P.B.S)” is yet another lyrically strong track, which actually ties right into the concept of the next song, “So Racist.” The subject of this release speaks for itself, and this song really stands out as a strong title, a very unapologetic look at some of the world’s most controversial issues in this day and age. The next song, “Passport 1.0 (Krill & Steak)” is one of the best tracks on the album, with its catchy melodies and intelligent composition. On this one, the low end is really fat and punchy, while the mid-range is warm, but never harsh. In addition to that, the top end has a nice, silky tone that really contributes to a smooth sounding mix that puts the vocals at the forefront. Last, but definitely not least, “From Predecess To Tha Predeceed” serves as a perfect curtain closer, reiterating what this album is really supposed to be all about! This song in particular showcases the artist’s personal philosophy and spiritual beliefs, from a truly interesting point of view. It’s a deeper reflection on faith, identity, and more. 

One of the most interesting and striking features of this release is definitely its remarkable consistency. Not many artists can easily pull off a project that features such a wide variety of elements and influences. The most obvious risk is that the material can end up sounding quite disconnected and loose - but this is definitely not the case.  

God Moore the Elixir is a master at creating organic, cohesive and consistent vibes, which really flow well throughout the span of this release. The performances are loaded with passion and integrity, while the production aesthetics are also excellent. The mixing quality is indeed absolutely world-class, with some amazing definition in the top end and lots of punch in the low-end and midrange. The results sound warm and present, yet never harsh or fatiguing, which is quite an amazing achievement, particularly in this genre! With this release, the artist really made a point to set the bar higher, not only for himself, but also for his listeners, genuinely delivering something that’s catchy and direct, yet forward-thinking and challenging in the best possible way.

Ultimately, this is an album for pioneers. For the forward-thinkers who like honest and meaningful music that’s more art than entertainment!

Find out more about God Moore the Elixir and listen to this release:

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_k5ghJQF0RUxdt--KT_aD-sZ9seUs9giOc

We also had the chance to catch up with this talented artist. Keep reading for a full interview!

I love how you manage to render your tracks so personal and organic. Does the melody come first, or do you focus on the beat the most?

My appreciations and thank you for the review you constructed of my album.  You’re truly exceptional at what you do.

You know, you're the first to ask me that in an interview....there are times when other artists make fair and welcomed attempts to extract an idea by asking how I structure my lyrics or what gave me the idea for a track.   Quite frankly, there are times in which I let the beat tell me a story and I correspond with one similar, but verbally....that approach is literally no different from indulging in a cordial conversation with someone who shares a similar view.   That's a conversation that'll take you off schedule and make you a few minutes late to your intended destination.   Other times, the rhythm of life brings forth that which is within the subconscious.   An example would be when you arrive at that destination and don't recall the duration of the drive itself because of mental activity; the time within the drive granted the mind the perfect opportunity to reflect, explore, and bestow the findings to the conscious....I hope that answer is fitting enough.

Do you perform live? If so, do you feel more comfortable on a stage or within the walls of the recording studio?

Yes, but not as often as my peers and others think I should.  I'm quite comfortable in both.  It's been a while since I actually performed on stage.  Like over 10 years.  I took a well-deserved hiatus to work on separating the mentality I developed while deployed as a contractor overseas.   I won't go into the content of my service, but once I returned, I had to really look at what I had become.  Returning to the things I left during the first deployment wasn't a difficult transition because my time there was like a vacation....but the others were a little different....there was a change that I didn't want to be a constant within my identity....so it takes time to truly analyze yourself and be blatantly honest with yourself about yourself....10 years may sound a bit extensive to some, but it was necessary.  And even with that passage of time, the stage is nothing foreign nor are the sound-proof walls of a studio.

If you could only pick one song to make a “first impression” on a new listener, which song would you pick and why?

It would, hands down, have to be From Predecess To Tha Predeceed and quite frankly, it's not difficult to understand why if who I am is attributed wisely.  FPTTP is an accurate portrayal of identity greater than my observation of an individual, individuals, or an event for inspirational purposes, writing from the position of someone else and projecting what my primitive reaction would be upon aligning with the lesser of choices, or me just having a moment of raw grit because a memory ensued for whatever reason (which is normally to maintain a healthy balance of personal cohesiveness)....FPTTP is what I Am from a point of what I can accurately articulate....some things (thoughts, feelings, emotions, aspects of self, experiences, etc.) can't be explained because there are no words to explain or fully describe them.  The articulation of such findings remain sacred until another is met who are operating on or within a similar frequency....and the connection is apparent but nonverbal.  All other attempts to express may provide some degree of minute reference. Nonetheless, they will always fall short of exactness.

What does it take to be “innovative” in music?

Innovation - as well as the opportunity to be innovative - is always in existence.   From the standpoint of creating music, the opportunities are just as apparent.  Being alert of your direct atmosphere/environment (what's happening around you) and staying aware of what your mind is manifesting (what's happening within you) at all times indefinitely, like, really being in tune with what is being imparted to you from your higher faculties and recognizing at that very moment that this is God Mode (a moment of creation), is ideal.  Honestly, innovation is inward and dormant until the perfect circumstances occur to awaken it.  So all it takes are the tools to pinpoint it for further crafting and the desire to allow it to manifest for universal utilization.  And the amazing truth about these tools is that they are already within you.

Any upcoming release or tour your way?

Yes to the releases, and not at current on the tour front.  But to all my supporters, globally, I will be looking forward to making the Passport Tour official soon, so don't fret.  I want to take time to be fair to this venture I have finally accepted as ordained.  Let those that listen and support me and my art have adequate time to “see with their ears” before the visual entertainment aspect is approached.  That's out of respect and love for my supporters and exercising patience so every box is checked and no stones are skipped on my behalf. Pebbles are perfect for skipping, but if you skip a stone in life, you'll only get so far before you'll have to return to it, so if I'm going to do it, I'm going to make certain it's done right.  I’m not going anywhere; we’ll have a lifetime to connect.

As for upcoming releases, I recognize from projections that the bulk of my fan base and supporters (quite naturally) have been women.  So Kosher 2.0 will be liberated this fall along with J.C.L (Just Can't Leave).  Both were completed (the rough mixes) in 2015 so I have an archive of content.  To expound a bit on what I consider my archive, I've been writing quality lyrics since 1997 and there hasn't been a year that I haven't written at least 8 songs.  Some years begat upwards of 20, but never have I fallen below 8.  Now, as for performing, I had to extract myself from it and it's not like I was well known during that time, but life took its course and some things were put on hold.  Writing was never one of them.  I share this to inform my supporters that I have a lot of content to put out that will be somewhat toxic if released "as is"; it is who I was at whatever time period I created it....I didn't become The Elixir overnight.  But those experiences I was blessed to fulfill equates to the God Moore I am at current.

Anywhere online where curious fans can listen to your music and find out more about you?

Indeed, I'm on every major music and streaming platform globally for those who wish to listen to my art which can be found on Spotify, Tidal, Pandora, Deezer, YouTube Music, Amazon Music, iTunes, Apple Music, you name it, I'm there. Hopefully, we can provide a few quick links for convenience after the interview is concluded.

Also, if you are a supporter, you are considered a member of the New Freedom Guild.  Don’t be hesitant in connecting with me.  I’m not on all social platforms, so the connections will be more personal.  Link with me anytime and when I’m able and time is ample enough, I’ll respond whether it be directly or live.  God Moore is more than a name....it's a movement for positive growth and universal evolution.  My ulterior motives extend well beyond the realm of music….when you’re given the mental capacity to upgrade and change the world for the betterment of mankind, and you’re provided a platform and a supportive following, you may tend to cater to obedience.  Within the facets extending from forward-thinking to technological advancements, my impressions will manifest.  In time, the revelation of this claim will be appreciated.  Love you all.  I humbly do this for ALL.

Health, Peace, and Prosperity.

Want to listen to God Moore the Elixir:

Spotify

https://open.spotify.com/album/7ckAcuHwFfiOfV8pCOZ4bh

Tidal

https://tidal.com/artist/15657257

YouTube Music

https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lDAkCqc4uZiNcQki6Drqwv8HNPpOe-IJc

YouTube

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_k5ghJQF0RUxdt--KT_aD-sZ9seUs9giOc

Amazon Music

https://music.amazon.com/artists/B07R7XXTSV?ref=dm_sh_QbwmIjh3QlD0EM7fC8YPoXJnc

iTunes/Apple Music

https://music.apple.com/us/album/passport-ego-sum-qui-sum/1462118607

Twitter

@MooreElixir

LinkedIn

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Bloom - Prologue

AN - Hey there! So, you’re welcome to read this (rather extensive) author’s note of mine, but thank you for stopping by! This will be my very first fanfiction that I’ve ever written, and instead of easing myself into things I decided to tackle a proper story from the get-go. I must admit...I found it quite amusing at first when I saw where I drew my inspiration to write from in the first place. I never could’ve imagined I would write a BTS fanfiction of all things! Timeline-wise, this story starts around the beginning of September 2016, and if you’ve been following BTS since then, you’ll recognize them in a lot of real-life events. I’ve tried to stay as true to it as possible in the beginning, but it will start deviating as the story goes along. Unlike most fanfictions I’ve read in this particular fandom, I opted for an OC to star along the guys. It’s not a popular choice of course, but it was mainly because I failed horribly at writing something from the first-person narrative, aaaand where I constantly had to use “Y/N”. There was a lot of thought put into my main OC, so I hope you guys grow to like her. For the majority of the chapters, I will include a title of a song I strongly recommend the reader to listen to as they read. They portray the mood of the corresponding chapter, and they were all carefully selected. I might create a playlist at some point, but for now I want to concentrate on completing the story. This is going to be slow burn story, so I hope you stick around. Very frustrating and fluffy in the beginning, but the angst isn’t too far off. English is not my first language, and I proofread all the stuff myself so you must forgive me if there are any errors ^^” Constructive criticism and reviews are always welcome. The quick cover art sketch for ‘Bloom’ (as seen above), was drawn by me as well. Done in PS5. SO! Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get right into it shall we? <3 ------------------------------------*✲*PAGEBREAK*✲*------------------------------------ -Prologue- Theme song: Jonathan Morali - Golden Hour Idly sipping on the cooling beverage in her hand whilst glancing at the blank screen of her phone, Lily Paterson was quickly losing all patience with her current situation. She was waiting on a call from a friend, nervously tapping away on the table she was seated at. Looking at the open screen of her laptop in front of her, she nearly missed the cafe door opening, allowing a group of three young men inside. Peering at them over the rim of her cup, she vaguely recognized them. Gasping in realization and nearly choking on her tea, she shuffled through the small heap of papers laying scattered next to her computer. She hastily scrambled through them until she found a folder containing a few photos.Yes, it was them alright. Glancing at them and wondering where the others might be, she accidentally made eye contact with one of them. He had blonde hair now, instead of the jet black that was in the photo she was given. Why Sejin would give her an outdated photo was beyond her. He was looking at her rather intently, and she fought the instinct to check whether or not she had something on her face or managed to mess something on her clothing. She momentarily looked down at herself, nearly jumping out of her seat when her phone finally rung.

Her sudden movement and the noise of her ringtone must've startled the elderly lady seated a few tables away, as she shot a disapproving glare in the sound's direction. Lily pointedly ignored the old lady's grumbling, answering her phone on a rush.

"Sejin! What the devil took you so long!? I've been waiting almost the whole morning on your call!" she hissed over the line, shifting slightly lower in her seat in an attempt to hide behind her laptop's screen.

Two of the young men were now looking in her direction, whilst the third placed an order at the register.

"Sorry about that, the meeting took a little bit longer than I thought it would. I just arrived at the dorms to check on the guys. Sent a few of them on a coffee run in the meantime...did you manage to go over the documents?" Sejin asked quietly.

"Wha...? Yeah I did, I have them here with me. Signed and sealed. Speaking of the coffee run, three of your guys just waltzed into the shop I am sitting in. Great job on that one..." she said sarcastically, groaning inwardly when she saw all of them taking seats at the table across from her.

"They did? Shit, I didn't think you were already here. You're gonna have to give me a few minutes with them before you come over, please. Think you can do that?" he said, sounding slightly panicked.

"I wasn't going to wait any longer Sejin. The sooner we can get this over and done with, the happier I'll be. I do have work to do, and a coffee shop isn't all that conducive to my workflow. Too many bloody distractions." Lily said, shooting an annoyed look at the group of men who were now chatting rather loudly.

The guy she recognized from the photos glanced up at her again, his eyes widening slightly when he noticed the irritable expression on her face before she shifted her gaze to one of the windows to her right.

"I understand. Just wait until they leave, and I'll send you a text when you can come through. You have the address I sent you?" Sejin asked.

"Yes I do. Just...make it quick, would you?" she asked, rubbing at her temples in a distracted manner. The day was really just turning out to be one massive waiting game, and she had never been the patient type.

"Are you alright....? I mean, for now..." he asked, concern lacing his voice.

"Yes...now stop fussing please. I'll be on the lookout for your text." she said, not waiting for his response before ending the call. She almost felt bad for snapping at him, but her head was pounding at this point and the strong smell of coffee wasn't helping.

Putting her phone down and propping her chin on one of her hands, she stared blankly out of the shop's front whilst trying to ignore the nausea her headache was starting to induce. Feeling the prickle of someone watching her, her vision focused and realized she'd been essentially staring through the head of one the guys that had moved in the way of her view of the street outside.

It just had to be the one with the blonde hair, yet again. And he was now watching her with a distrustful look, probably thinking she was some foreign stranger that couldn't stop staring dreamily at him.

Fantastic.

She shot him a defiant glare of her own, and sat back in her chair whilst crossing her arms. His two friends whispered to him, probably asking him what he was looking at, before he nodded his head slightly in her direction.

Three sets of eyes locked onto her, and she fought the desire to shift uncomfortably in her seat. Her eyes narrowed into slits when the other light-haired guy stood up, slowly walking over to her table.

Thankfully she was saved by the barista, calling their order number. They hurried over to the counter, now thankfully ignoring her and finally left the cafe with their drinks. A heavy sigh of relief left her lips as soon as the cafe door swung shut.

Twenty minutes came and went with no text in sight. Muttering angrily under her breath, she just decided to go ahead and pack up anyway. Cursing when a few of her papers tumbled to the ground, she gingerly crouched down to gather them up, but paused when she saw a now-familiar face peek up at her from the thin folder Sejin had given her in the week before.

Slowly lifting the paper that listed a few personal details about the person in the photo, a rueful smile worked itself onto her face. She was pretty sure she hadn't made a good impression on him and his friends, but knowing how much more drama she had yet to go through that day...well, she just couldn't find it within herself to care much.

She stuffed the last of the papers messily into her laptop bag and marched out of the cafe, glancing at her phone for directions before steering off quickly towards the end of the street. ------------------------------------*✲*PAGEBREAK*✲*------------------------------------